Malaysian beheadings 3.5 (62)

Posted on March 15, 2022 by riwa

On a trip through the Malaysian countryside Nadia’s bus was attacked by rebels. Everyone was ordered outside. The men were lined up along the side of the bus and shot. Nadia was among 6 women who remained.

Their arms were tightly secured behind their backs. Then they were marched through the jungle. The females whimpered as they walked for miles before they came to a grassy field.

The rebels order the women to halt. They were forced to stand together. They had no idea what was going to happen to them.

The women were stripped of all their clothing, some of the garments being cut off with knives. Then a Malaysian woman of about thirty was marched out into the middle of the field. She was forced to kneel as she faced the others.

One of the rebels had a sword which he raised. He took careful aim before he swung hard. The Malaysian woman’s head went flying, causing the other women to scream in horror.

She slowly toppled over onto her side. Her headless body went into spasms. Blood spurted out of her severed neck, staining the ground.

Her head was picked up. It was held aloft by a handful of hair. The rebels cheered their enthusiasm as the remaining women cried out in terror.

A second Malaysian woman was chosen. She was about 24. Her eyes widened in horror as she was walked out into the field.

She began crying as she shook her head. She was forced to kneel right next to the headless corpse. It was still pumping blood onto the ground.

She was turned until she was facing the remaining women. Nadia was horrified. She could not believe this was happening.

Once more the rebel took careful aim with his sword. Then he swung hard. The second Malaysian woman’s head went flying.

Her naked body slowly tipped over onto its side. It went into spasms and convulsions as blood pumped out of the severed neck. The rebel went over and picked up the head, holding it aloft for all to see as the remaining women screamed again.

The third woman taken out was a Thai woman. She had been on vacation with her fiancé who was shot back at the bus. She was only 22.

She went numb with shock as she was forced to kneel close to the dying corpse of the recently beheaded. She was forced to face the remaining females. There was a haunted look in her features.

The rebel who had become their designated executioner hefted his blade once more. He took careful aim. Then he swung hard.

Steel sliced cleanly through flesh and bone. This time the head merely toppled onto the ground. The body appeared to rise up before pitching forward chest first onto the ground

Nadia and her two companions let out cries of horror. They watched the young Thai woman spasm in her death throes. By now the two beheaded Malaysian women had ceased their twitching and convulsing.

The Thai woman’s head was lifted up by a handful of her jet black hair. The rebels cheered her demise. The remaining women simply whimpered in terror.

Nadia panted heavily for breath. Would she be next? No, it was the 36 year old Filipino who was chosen.

The poor woman opened her mouth to scream. But no sound came out. Almost immediately she went into shock.

She was taken out into the field where she was forced to kneel facing her two remaining companions. Her breasts sagged as her chest heaved. Tears streaked down her face as she numbly looked at the two women facing her.

The sword was hefted again. Then the rebel swung hard. The Filipino woman’s head flew a few feet before bouncing off the ground and rolling to a halt.

The body toppled over in the direction of the other beheaded victims. Almost immediately it went into spasms. Blood was forced out of the severed neck by the furious pumping of a dying heart.

The executioner picked up the severed head and held it high. His companions cheered. Nadia thought she was going to be ill.

She tried to scream, but couldn’t. Surely this was a horrible dream! She could not believe this was happening to her.

The rebel came over and appeared to look the last two over. Nadia closed her eyes, fearful she would be chosen next. But when she opened her eyes she saw it was the young Indonesian woman who was being taken.

The poor girl could not make herself scream anymore. What was the point? All she could do was march reluctantly out into the field to her doom.

She reached a spot next to the others. She was forced onto her knees where she weakly faced Nadia. Tears filled her eyes as she stared the stare of the condemned.

There was a brief pause. Then the sword was swung yet again. The woman’s head flew a good ten feet before it rolled to a stop.

The body toppled over and went into seizures. Blood pumped furiously out of the severed neck. The rebel went over and triumphantly picked the head up, displaying it to his comrades before casually tossing it aside into the growing pile of other heads.

He smiled as he slowly came over to retrieve Nadia. She promptly wet herself the moment he grabbed her arm. Then he took her out into the field.

She was forced to kneel next to the beheaded Indonesian woman. Nadia saw there were still little death spasms in the headless body. Blood was not pouring out of the severed neck so freely as before.

She tried to gasp for breath. Nadia began hyperventilating like crazy. She stared at the rebels looking at her, their faces filled with murderous enthusiasm.

She sensed her moment was at hand. She instinctively closed her eyes as she opened her mouth to scream. That’s when she felt the blade slice through her neck.

Her world tumbled as her head went flying. She could not open her eyes or move her lips. Then she felt herself being lifted up.

She heard more cheers from the rebels. But she could feel nothing below her neck. Was this what it felt like to be beheaded?

She was unaware her naked body had toppled over. She could not see the seizures and spasms as blood pumped out of her severed neck. The cheers began to fade away as her head was tossed with the others. Then she heard nothing at all.

(Mar 15 ’20)

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The Cylinder 4.3 (45)

Posted on March 10, 2022 by riwa

I’m crouched naked in a clear glass cylinder, waiting for the inevitable. I don’t question why I’m here; that would be foolish. I know why I’m here. Mistress wants to watch me drown.

My hands are shackled to the floor of the cylinder. They are the only bonds I have. And they are the only bonds I’ll need.

All of the sudden water starts streaming into the cylinder. I gasp as it splatters all around me. Now I fully understand how she’s going to drown me as I gasp from a fearful excitement.

I pull tentatively, but my shackles won’t let me rise up. Water will eventually flow up over my head. I will have a few minutes to kill before the water kills me.

I turn to see Mistress sitting in a comfortable chair watching me. She wears a black leather dress that barely contains her breasts. There’s a drink on a small table for her to enjoy.

Her legs are crossed; she looks quite comfortable. But there’s a look in her eye, a look I know all too well. She wants to watch me drown. And today she is getting her wish.

The water slowly rises; we’re going to have a lot of time together Mistress and I. The wait is delicious agony. Her eyes flash as she sips her drink. I’m trembling with a terrible arousal.

It feels like it’s taking forever. But Mistress bides her time, enjoying every moment. I’m helpless in here and it turns her on. I call out to her, but she lifts a finger to her lips. I obediently fall silent.

The water is getting higher. I feel a building anticipation within me. I look at Mistress again, my eyes asking “Are you really going to drown me?” She reads my expression and nods with a smile.

Gawd; she’s really going through with this! I’m going to drown for my mistress! I feel more alive than ever before, knowing I’ll soon be filling my lungs with water.

I move around, testing my shackles. It sets the water to sloshing all around me. But I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving this cylinder alive. It’s a thought that both frightens and arouses me.

It’s been a dark desire of mine for a long, long time, a desire Mistress has shared with me. I’ve always wanted to drown, and she’s always wanted to watch me. Today we both will fulfill our fantasies.

The water rises up past my breasts. My life is ebbing away as the tank fills. No words pass between Mistress and I. Instead the room is filled only with the sound of the filling cylinder.

I look at her again but I can see the arousal in her eyes. It is building within her, just like it is building within me. Perhaps we’ll explode together in orgasm at the moment I start to drown.

I become anxious as the moment draws near. I test the shackles again. Instinctively I pull on the locking mechanism, but it is secure. Many thoughts flood my mind, and I become anxious.

I look over at Mistress again. But I see no mercy in her eyes. Instead I see rapid breathing, as though she’s enjoying my torment and uncertainty. I whimper as she brings a hand up and touches her chest.

I look up anxiously as the water continues to fill the cylinder. I’m so hot, hotter than any other time in my existence. Mistress and I have played these games before. But not like this, never like this! My heart hammers in my chest until I’m certain I’m going to explode any moment in orgasm.

I wriggle around, slipping under the falling water as it splatters my head. I cough and sputter, trying to shake it out of my eyes. I look over at Mistress but she squirms with anticipation. Is she trying to climax? Or is she trying to hold it back? What difference does it make?

Water reaches my shoulders. I’m hot despite the coolness of my surroundings. I try to compose myself, realizing a lifelong fantasy is about to be fulfilled. The day has finally arrived.

I turn and give Mistress a smile. She sees it in my face. I see a flush of arousal in her features. She knows I’ll soon be drowning in here. It really turns her on.

The water reaches my neck. Instinctively I begin struggling with the shackles again. I’m going to resist what’s about to happen to me; I can’t help myself. Mistress will get off even more as I put up a struggle, fighting against my bubbly destiny.

I work on the shackles as the water rises. My breath comes faster and faster. I feel a delicious surge of anxiety that makes my nipples incredibly hard. Mistress leans forward to watch. She’s breathing heavily. I almost cum, knowing Mistress will surely orgasm the moment I start to drown. Strangely, that thought only makes me hotter.

It’s growing uncomfortable in here. I struggle to adjust my position. But I slip, and water covers my mouth. It’s a sure sign I don’t have much longer. My heart rate quickens. I need to calm myself down so I can hold my breath for as long as I can.

I try to compose myself as the water reaches my chin. I struggle to rise up higher. But the chain pulls my hands up tight. I’m not going up any farther. The surface of the water sloshes and ripples. I hear Mistress moan softly. She must be terribly aroused at my impending demise.

I deliberately lower my mouth and nose into the water. It sends erotic chills up and down my spine, an incredible feeling more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt so alive, especially this close to the moment of my death.

I lift my head up and gasp for breath, looking over at Mistress. She’s touching herself again. Gawd, how this must be getting her off! Knowing she will cum as I drown makes me so hot. I try to compose myself again. A premature orgasm will inhibit my ability to hold my breath. I have to hold it for as long as I can before my lungs give out.

I have to tip my head back as the water continues to rise. My movements cause the surface to ripple and flow. I’m nervous, anxious, scared and aroused. Mistress leans forward and watches eagerly. Gawd; she’s really going to drown me! She’d not going to lift one finger to stop it??

I start breathing deeply, preparing myself for that one big breath-hold I will have to endure. My head will be completely submerged. There will be no more air after that. The suspense is incredible! My moans and whimpers blend with the sound of the filling cylinder.

I strain with everything I have, desperate to fill my lungs. My heart pounds in my chest. I now know I won’t be able to give Mistress a long breath-hold like I want to. I’m just too damned excited.

“Big breath, honey,” she calls out to me, the first words I have heard since this whole thing began. “Give me a really good show, baby!” Then I’m under, unable to tip my head back enough to get air.

I relax as the water continues to rise. I settle down in my watery tomb, trying to get comfortable. Soon the water will completely overwhelm me.

Mistress watches with enthusiasm, her eyes wide with excitement. I hold my breath for one minute and then for two. Bubbles leak out of my mouth, air I cannot part with. Mistress eagerly rises to her feet. I strain for all I’m worth. Gawd; my lungs want to give out!

All of the sudden I hear a flush of water. The tank is draining. The water level drops to my lower lip. I gasp for breath, my chest heaving as I refill my aching lungs. I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

Mistress walks up to the cylinder as I gasp and sputter. She’s totally naked now. I don’t remember when she shed her outfit. Her nipples are incredibly hard. She’s flush from a recent orgasm. She’s breathless, a dazed look in her eyes.

She tells me, “Baby, you don’t know how hot that made me. I simply had to get more comfortable.” She shrugs as she shows off her naked body, her nips hard and her labia swollen.

“Does this mean you’re not going to…” She just shushes me.

“Oh honey; don’t worry. That was just a taste. I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your greatest fantasy. I just came over to say how sexy you’re going to look for me when you drown.”

She touches the cylinder in an affectionate gesture. Then I hear the water start filling the tank again. She pants as she tells me, “Baby; I’m going to cum so hard when you drown!”

She steps away and starts rubbing herself as the water rises. It isn’t long until I’m forced to tip my head back again. Mistress pants as she tells me, “Gawd, baby; you make me so hot!” I whimper as the erotic feelings swell within me again. This time I think she’s serious. This time I think I’m going to drown.

I tip my head back as far as I can. Will this indeed be my very last breath? Mistress furiously rubs herself, but I’m too busy judging when I should inhale for the very last time. Water laps at my lips as I fill my lungs. Then I settle in for the inevitable. Mistress eagerly watches me, her nipples hard as she frantically fingers her pussy.

2010; 2020 (written Sep 20 ’10; ed. Feb 19 ‘20 by riwa using illustrations from Waterbondage.)

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Hitchhiking kills me (m/m) 4.4 (33)

Posted on March 5, 2022 by riwa

I was hitchhiking across the country. I had very little money to my name and was hoping to make it all the way to California. I figured my chances of finding work there were pretty good.

Of course I knew hitchhiking had its inherent risks. But I figured I would get along just fine. Besides, most of the stories I’d heard of hitchhiking going bad turned out to be females, especially ones with a rocky background.

I was off a freeway exit in New Mexico when a guy pulled over in an old pickup truck and opened the door. I thanked him as I got inside. He looked to be some sort of farmer, indicating I might not be going very far.

He asked all about me, and I told him my story. I didn’t think nothing of it. It was nice to have someone to chat with.

He told me he couldn’t take me very far as he was heading home. But I was welcome to ride along. He even promised a nice meal.

I began having my doubts when we pulled down a lane. There wasn’t much of a farm. In fact, the buildings looked like they hadn’t been used in a long time.

He took me right past and down a lane that looked like it was hardly ever used. He saw my expression and must have felt the need to explain. “Just need to stop out here first. I’ve got a little task to perform. Afterwards I’ll be on my way home.”

I gave him a funny look. Didn’t he mean he’d be on his way home with me? It was only then I began to question where the hell we were going.

It felt like we were out in the middle of nowhere when he finally stopped his pickup by a tree. He shut off the engine and got out. Then he reached into some sort of toolbox in the back of his vehicle.

I asked him what was going on. That’s when he produced a wicked looking handgun. He told me to get out of the pickup and strip.

I couldn’t believe it! But I could tell we were out in the middle of nowhere. If he pulled the trigger, it was possible the shot might never be heard.

I hesitantly climbed out of his vehicle. Then I began to take my clothes off. He angrily waved the gun at me as he told me to hurry up and that he didn’t have all day.

I couldn’t believe it! Was hitchhiking going to get me killed? And to think I’d trusted this guy!

I finished undressing until I was absolutely naked. The shame of standing there nude in front of him made my cock stiffen. That embarrassed me even more.

He told me to turn around and lift my hands behind my back. I did as I was told. I was afraid he might shoot me on the spot, killing me instantly. Or worse, I was afraid he might shoot me and then let me bleed out while leaving me for dead.

He secured my arms pretty tight behind my back. I thought about head-butting him, trying to knock him down. But I couldn’t guarantee getting free before he got up and shot me… or worse.

He told me to walk straight ahead over to the tree. There was a strange rock lying on the ground underneath a branch. It was flat on one side, big enough to stand upon. But it was rounded on the other side, making it hard to balance upon if one stood on the flat side.

He told me to stop right there at the rock. I obeyed his instructions. Then I turned back to look at him.

The gun was no longer visible. Perhaps it was in a pocket or he’d left it back at the pickup. What I did see was a length of rope in his arms.

“What’s that for?” I wanted to know. He just smiled as he threw a part of it over the branch above me. The end that came down was in the shape of a noose.

My heart immediately leapt into my throat. I blurted out, “Oh, HELL NO!” Instinctively I started to run, only for him to knock me to the ground.

He was taller than me, and he definitely outweighed me. It wasn’t much of a struggle. He soon had me back on my feet.

He dragged me back to the tree where he pulled the noose down and looped it around my head. I found myself panting heavily for breath. The fear was making my cock even more erect.

I stammered, “Wh-why are you doing this to me??”

“My daughter picked up a hitchhiker once. He killed her, dumped her body by the side of the road, and then took off with her car.”

“That sure as hell wasn’t me!” I blurted out, trying to work up some outrage.

“Oh, I know it wasn’t, son. I hanged that bastard. Then I met another hitchhiker, and I hanged him too. I keep hearing my daughter’s voice in my head, telling me to hang another one… and then another. So you see, I’ve sort of adapted it as a hobby now. Besides… I like to see ‘em kick and dance.”

My heart was pounding a mile a minute. “Wait; you don’t have to hang me! We can make a deal! You can have all the money I got!”

“I don’t care about your money, son. Oh, I’ll go through your pockets when I’m done. I just get my kicks hanging guys like you.”

“No… please!”

He pulled on the free end of the rope. It made me shuffle around on my bare feet until that rock appeared right next to me. He chuckled as he told me, “I’d step up on that if I were you.”

I shook my head, trying to find some way out of the situation. But I couldn’t think of any. Besides, I was already noosed and bound.

I carefully stepped up onto the rock when he kept pulling on the rope I ended up with both feet upon it. It did me very little good, especially since it was so damned hard to balance upon.

I angrily blurted out, “Go to hell!” He smiled as he told me, “You first.” Then he added more tension to the rope.

I rasped as he pulled me up onto my toes. It made my cock stiffen even more. The fear and the shame were almost more than I could bear… not that I could do anything about either one.

My cock was shamefully hard. He smiled at me as he told me, “Your neck might not like what’s coming. But I’d say your cock sure as hell does.”

The rock kept tipping one way and then the other. I shuffled around a little, almost losing it. Then I watched in horror as the farmer tied off the end of the rope around the trunk of the tree, leaving me straining to breathe from the constricting coil around my neck.

My cock dripped and oozed. It was humiliating as hell. The shame of it all was that a small part of me actually wanted a little release.

The farmer pulled his pants down, revealing a growing erection. Now mine is a pretty fair size. But his was a couple inches longer. It was also thicker.

He stood there stroking in front of me. I rasped as I struggled to maintain my balance upon the rock. Then he grinned sinisterly at me as he told me, “Son? You’re making me so horny that I think I’m going to have to do a little something special about it.”

What the hell was he talking about? Then he stepped forward. That’s when I knew I wasn’t going to like what was coming next.

He stepped up right behind me. Then I felt him push his dick up against my ass. I let out a cry as I shook my head. But it did no good.

He raped me good and hard with that dick of his. Worse, he reached around and stroked mine the entire time. It didn’t take much before I shamefully spurted my load out into the air and onto the ground.

He thought that was amusing as hell. Then I lost my footing on the rock. Or maybe he pushed it out of the way.

A moment later I found myself trying to kick. The whole time, my ass was impaled by his erection. My struggles to breathe resulted in my butt clenching around his shaft until I felt a creamy load pump deep inside me.

He pulled out of me, which only made things worse. Now I was only supported by the noose around my neck. It made the agony a thousand times worse.

I kicked and swung, my dripping cock twitching and bouncing as it remained stiff. I heard him tell me what a thrill it was to see me enjoy my hanging. I didn’t think it was much of a thrill, even though my dick stayed hard.

I struggled to pull in just a sliver of air. The harder I kicked, the tighter the noose became. The farmer’s erection had not softened in the slightest.

He came up to me and jerked on my cock as he tugged on his. The noose strangled the life out of me until I was hardly kicking anymore. All I wanted was for him to end my suffering.

He jerked another cum out of my twitching shaft. I oozed cream all over his fingers. My face felt flushed, and my head was pounding.

He came closer and partially knelt in front of me. “You were a good one, son. So I’m going to take pity on you.”

What did he mean by that? Was he going to let me down? I could only hope so.

I felt his lips wrap around my still straining erection. I twitched in his mouth, feeling a final flush of shame and humiliation. Stray muscles fired as I attempted to make my body respond to my commands.

I started to lose feeling down in my toes and then my legs. I finally felt my cock ooze more cream. He sucked and slurped it down until I couldn’t feel my dick anymore.

My vision cratered in around the edges. Then it faded fast as my lungs screamed in my chest. I thought I could feel my heart beating slower and slower.

I was unconscious as he sucked the last of my cream out of my dick. Then he went behind me to enjoy my ass one last time. Thankfully I was gone before his cock went off in my ass for a second time.

9-25-21 Inspired by the drawing I found on the Internet

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Dottie and the Flamethrower 4.4 (19)

Posted on February 25, 2022 by riwa

Note: this is a re-edited story from 2014.

Dottie awakened with no knowledge of how she’d gotten there. All she knew was that she was in a cold metal room and she was completely naked.

Her arms were stretched above her head as she looked up at her situation. Her wrists were attached to some sort of chain that came down from the ceiling. She couldn’t understand why they were keeping her like this.

Down below, she saw that her feet were chained as well. Someone wanted her chained, naked and helpless in here. Dottie felt a shiver of dread ripple through her body. What was going to happen to her??

She looked up and anxiously tugged on the chains above her. They rattled but did not shake free. This did not bode well and she felt a surge of panic swell within her.

She looked all around, but the room seemed empty. There was a door but nothing else. “HEY; I’M IN HERE!” she hollered out. “SOMEBODY?? ANYBODY??”

The door suddenly opened and someone walked in. Dottie couldn’t tell if it was male or female. They were in some sort of hazmat suit.

“Please; you’ve got to help me,” she called out. But the person inside appeared unsympathetic. Couldn’t they even hear her??

She watched the individual walk over to a gas can she had not noticed before. The can was picked up and brought over to her. Then to her utter horror the contents were poured all over her.

Dottie screamed in terror as the aroma of petrol filled the room. The bloody individual had actually poured gasoline all over her! What the hell was going on? Why were they doing this to her??

Something about this whole thing seemed terribly familiar, although she couldn’t quite place it. “Please!” she begged, whimpering pitifully. “Please let me go!” There was no response.

She watched in alarm as he strapped a big canister upon his back, one he had brought in with him. She didn’t know why, but she strongly suspected it was a male underneath that outfit. To her utter horror he lifted up the end of a metal pole and pointed it right at her.

“No; WAIT!” she cried out, sensing something very bad was about to happen. A moment later fire lashed out from the end of the metal rod toward her. Dottie shrieked in terror as it blasted against her chest.

She screamed in agony as her body was engulfed by the flames. For a moment the flamethrower was turned off as though he wanted to see the results of his efforts. But he needn’t have worried. Her body was completely engulfed, burning from the petrol he had covered her with.

Dottie shrieked in mortal agony as her flesh crackled and began to burn. Then she was aware of him pointing the flamethrower at her again. More fire leapt out in her direction.

She tried to scream but couldn’t get any air through her vocal chords. She struggled against her bonds, but she couldn’t get free. The chains kept her in place as fire hungrily consumed her naked flesh until he turned off the flamethrower. It was no longer necessary since her body continued to burn hotly from the addition of the petrol.

Dottie writhed and squirmed but there was no escape. She tried to scream, only to breathe in the flames. Fire rushed down her throat, searing her lungs. She could actually feel her flesh melting off her bones.

She pulled against the chains above that bound her hands toward the ceiling. It proved to be a futile gesture. The metal burned into her wrists from the excessive heat as the flames hungrily devoured her outstretched arms.

Dottie slumped as her murderer watched dispassionately. Her body writhed in agony as though she had been dipped into the very fires of hell itself. She did not see the look in his eyes, nor did she ever discover the reason for his burning her.

The only sound remaining was the crackling of the flames. Her body sagged further, blackening as she continued to burn. It had been an utterly agonizing death…

“IIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

Dottie awakened to the sound of her screaming in orgasm. Somehow she had rolled out of bed onto the floor and was writhing around as if she was literally on fire. She was cumming so hard she could hardly think straight.

She panted heavily as she tried to get her breath back. She felt dazed and weak all over. “Bloody hell!” she blurted out. “I have GOT to stop watching those movies with those burning scenes before bedtime.” Then she groggily made her way to her feet before stumbling into the bathroom to clean herself up…

2014; 2018 (written for and inspired by Dottie Jun 28 ’14; ed. Nov 20 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a scene from the movie “Don’t Go In The House (1980). Vidcaps are from said movie and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.2 (5)

Posted on February 25, 2022 by riwa

Coming March rewards

A ghost story about Whittaker manor.
Women in peril shorts.
Laura’s final pose
More of the story to Donna’s shore leave.
The consequences of snooping.
Rapunzel hangs her contemporaries.
I dreamed I drowned them (3).
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A JustPaul illustrated pool story.
The hogtied snoop.
The concluding chapter to the Russian Roulette gameshow.
Oh yeah… and another Girl’s night out chapter. You’d think I’d be getting close to finishing that by now.

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

Mom is doing so much better. Understandably, she has more energy. We take trips into town for shopping, doctor appointments, and to just get out of the house whenever she’s experiencing cabin fever. But no trips out of the house today. As of the moment I’m typing this, it’s -13 outside.

I don’t suppose anyone would care to trade weather with us for a little while, would they? No takers? Oh well. Thanks for being my patrons, even if you do want to keep that warmer weather for yourselves.

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Dolly 4.2 (34)

Posted on February 20, 2022 by riwa

I don’t know when I finally realized I was nothing more to Dolly than a human ATM machine. I must have pumped hundreds of dollars her way in an effort to get her to fall in love with me. But I never got a single blowjob for all the money I gave her, not even a kiss.

She had no problem calling on me whenever she needed a ride. And I was too stupid to say no. Every time I jumped to obey I told myself, “This will be the time she finally notices how much I love her.” Each time I ended up disappointed.

A couple of times I almost managed to pull myself away from her. But she would always dangle a carrot in front of me whenever she needed help or a ride or money for some gas or utilities. It was so damned hard to let go.

I finally told myself, “no more”. But she needed a ride out to her grandmother’s cabin. Could I please take her out? Her car was in the shop and wouldn’t be ready until next week.

Once more I fell for it. So I drove her out of the city. She didn’t even act all that thankful. It was as though I owed it to her for some reason.

I heard complaints the whole trip out about how much her life sucked. Her recent boyfriend had turned out to be a louse, and she was losing her job. Instead of ignoring her like I should have, I only ended up giving her the validation she craved.

We finally arrived at her grandmother’s cabin. I probably should have left her there and just headed back. But naturally I asked if she needed a ride back.

She gave me a funny look before telling me no. She said she wouldn’t need another ride from me ever again. Her response caught me totally off guard.

She told me there was a beer in the fridge and to help myself. She was going out back to take care of a few things. She said not to wait up.

I went to the fridge to see if she was lying. Sure enough, there was a lone beer sitting in there. I was surprised she had actually offered something to me. Surely she would want it all to herself, right?

Curiosity made me head out back to see what she was up to. But she was nowhere in sight. Where the hell had she gone??

I went out looking for her. I was going to call out. That’s when it occurred to me she might not want me following her around.

My first thought was why. Was she going out to meet some new guy? Did she already have another ride arranged? It wouldn’t have surprised me one bit as she was quite the slut… well, with everyone but me.

I went around looking for her. I wanted to see who this new guy was. I wanted to know who else she was fucking besides me.

I wasn’t very attractive, and I wasn’t all that muscular. But I had enough money for her to keep asking for favors. She never once paid any of it back. She just kept dangling the promise of an intimate encounter someday, one which never came through.

I don’t know why she kept turning me down. She’d hit the wall and was gaining weight. The guys she dated only wanted to get into her pants. That was all she seemed to be good for to them. At least that’s what she complained about to me.

I finally tracked her down, and boy was I surprised! She was in the forest naked except for a pair of panties. Her clothes had been strewn all over the ground as though she just didn’t care anymore.

She was standing by a tall, square post with a 4×4 section of wood across the top in the shape of a T. A rope dangled from one side or the T. The rope looked as though it had been made in the form of a noose.

There was a wooden chair standing right underneath the rope. I watched her climb up onto the chair and put the noose around her neck. Then she fastened something to her wrists behind her back. I assumed it was handcuffs or something.

Instinct made me rush forward. “Dolly; WAIT! Don’t hang yourself!”

Her tone surprised me as she glared sternly at me. “Roland, what the hell are you doing out here?”

“Dolly, what the fuck are you doing??”

“I’m hanging myself, you idiot! What does it look like I’m doing?”

“But why?”

“My life is miserable. I’m sick and tired of being rejected. Why can’t I get a good guy? They always want to pump and dump.”

I couldn’t help myself; I was still being kind of a simp… “Dolly, I love you!”

“But I don’t love you, Roland. I never have and I never will.”

“You’re going to hang yourself just like that?”

“Just like that, Roland.”

“And you’re not even going to fuck me just this once?”

“I could never fuck you, Roland. I’m not attracted to you. I’ve never been attracted to you.”

“What about all the times I gave you money? What about all the times I gave you rides?”

“You guys are all alike. You do something nice for a girl and then you expect to get into her pants. All men are assholes. There are no more nice guys out there.”

“You’re staring at one, you stupid bitch!”

“I could never marry you, Roland. Hell, I don’t even like you!”

“After all I’ve done for you? You mean I’m nothing more to you than a glorified ATM machine??”

“That’s about the size of it, Roland.” At least she was honest about it.

Something snapped inside me. Maybe it was hearing her finally admit it after all those years. Maybe it was just seeing her standing there with her hands behind her back and a noose around her neck.

I thought about watching her hang herself to death. That’s when my cock began to stir. I was amazed how turned on I was becoming.

It was at that point I finally figured out how I was going to “get into her pants”. I motioned grandly. “Go right ahead, Dolly. Go ahead and hang yourself. I’ll just fuck every hole you’ve got after you’re dead.”

She looked at me incredulously. “You asshole! You wouldn’t!”

“What do you care? You’re going to be dead anyway!” Amazingly I could feel my cock swelling at the thought of watching her kick her life away in the noose and then fucking her corpse.

Hesitation flashed in her eyes. “I… Roland, I don’t know.” Then she anxiously tugged on her handcuffs.

“Roland, I’ve changed my mind. Get me down from here, ok?”

“Do it yourself, bitch!” My words astonished her. Hell, they even astonished me!

Her eyes flew open as she gasped, “Roland??” Then she anxiously jerked on her wrists again before telling me, “Stop fooling around and get me down from here!”

“You didn’t expect anyone to come back here and find you, did you? When you climbed onto that chair and put your head in that noose you didn’t have any plans for coming back down; am I right? So go ahead! Hang yourself, you stupid bitch! I won’t stop you!” By now my cock was really throbbing in my pants.

Dolly was horrified. “Roland, get me down from here right this instant!”

“Where are the keys to your cuffs, Dolly?”

She shook her head. “I… I didn’t bring any. I didn’t… I mean… c’mon, Roland; get me down from here! Get me down and I’ll do anything you want!”

“How many times have I heard that one before?”

“C’mon, Roland! This isn’t funny!”

“You’re the one who got yourself up there, Dolly! Get yourself down!”

She struggled some more with the cuffs behind her back. Then she wailed, “I CAN’T!”

“Just step off the chair, Dolly. Step off the chair and all your worries will be over.”

“Roland, you asshole! Get me down from here!”

“Gladly!”

Relief flooded her features as I stepped forward. Then I put my foot on the seat of the chair. That’s when the color drained from her face.

“Roland; NO! I’ll fuck you if you’ll get me down from here!”

“I’m already going to do that after you hang to death, bitch!” Then I kicked the chair over.

She let out a cry as the noose took her weight. I quickly stepped back as her feet tried to kick at me. Then she began to shimmy and shake in the noose.

Damn; that did it! My cock was uncomfortably erect in my pants. I loosened my belt, pulled my pants down along with my briefs and then took it out.

Dolly kicked as she jerked her arms behind her back. With her weight I was concerned she might hang herself too quickly. But the noose was nice and thick. It was going to take her a little while to die.

She put on one hell of a dance. She jerked and twisted as her legs went this way and that. She shimmied and twisted as she swung back and forth in the noose.

It’s amazing how aroused I became. My cock was hard and stiff the entire time. Instinctively I stroked myself as I smiled at her.

“Damn, Dolly! You look sexy as hell hanging like that. Your nipples are really hard. Watching you hang to death is worth all the money I ever gave you, all the rides I took you on and all the meals I bought for you.”

She rasped and gurgled as she looked at me in horror. She tried to kick in my direction. It just made my cock throb all the more.

Her knees came together as she did a little bunny hop. Then she shimmied again. It set her to twisting in place as momentum made her sway back and forth.

The longer I watched, the more aroused I became. I wasn’t really going to take advantage of her dead body, was I? That was all talk, right? But the more I thought about it the more I decided I might as well enjoy myself like I’d told her. Besides, I might never get another chance with her.

For the first time I began to see her for what she truly was. She’d really put on a lot of weight. I don’t know how she expected some guy to sweep her off her feet and marry her, what with all the men she’d fucked in her life.

Seeing her in a new light made me lose all my attraction for her. But what I lost was compensated by the way she struggled in the noose. There was just something sexy about the way she was kicking and struggling all naked except for her panties.

“Not much longer, Dolly,” I told her as I stroked my cock. “Soon I’m going to enjoy all those holes you’ve been withholding from me. I’m so glad you decided to allow me to bring you out here so you could hang yourself for me. I really appreciate it.”

Something flickered in her eyes. Had my words registered? It looked like she was trying to move her lips.

I saw her tongue protrude. She got the shimmies all over again. Her legs looked all stiff. Then she relaxed as though she’d grown tired of the whole thing.

I saw fluid start to drip from her crotch. Had she pissed herself? Or had she experienced something sexual? I figured it didn’t really matter.

She began to settle down until I saw sporadic muscles fire. Her arms and legs twitched a little. Even her toes wriggled a little bit.

I walked all around to look at her. I saw folds in her skin from where she’d been putting on weight. For some reason she had these red sleeves on her arms.

I walked up to her and stuck my cock between her legs. I masturbated between them as I looked at her. Then my cock went off.

I pulled back and sprayed her lower legs. For the first time ever I’d actually gotten to use her body for a sexual release. And I intended to enjoy many more such releases with her corpse.

I pulled her panties down. Then I felt her pussy. It was nice and wet.

I rubbed and groped her breasts as she dangled there. I ran my hands all over her, enjoying feeling every inch of her body. It wasn’t long before my cock got hard again.

I set the chair upright and climbed aboard. I reached up to free the rope from the top of the post. It came loose, allowing her naked body to crumple onto the ground.

I picked her up and bent her over the seat of the chair face down. I went around in front of her and pushed my cock in past her lips. She willingly “sucked my dick” with no complaints.

“How many cocks have been inside your mouth, Dolly? I’ll bet you’ve sucked a lot of dick, am I right?”

I thrust nice and hard between her lips. If felt wonderful. One of my lifelong dreams was finally coming true.

I took my sweet time fucking her mouth. I thrust hard, shoving my cock deep down her throat. She never once gagged or complained.

I left a nice load before I pulled out. Then I went around back. She still had two more holes with no waiting.

I pulled her soaked panties down. Then I thrust my softening dick into her pussy. It was warm and wet.

I gave her a nice, steady fuck, my cock hardening back up as I enjoyed her dead body. It was unbelievable how turned on I was while fucking her corpse. She’d been a bitch to me the whole time she was alive. Now she was warm and willing.

I thanked her for hanging herself for me. Then I left a smaller load up her cunt. Now it was time to enjoy her ass.

I slapped it several times. Then I pushed my way inside. I was just hard enough to penetrate.

I was so turned on fucking her corpse that I hardened right back up. I thrust nice and slow up her ass, savoring the moment. Her naked body rocked with each thrust.

I’m not sure how I managed cumming yet again. Perhaps it was because of the uniqueness of fucking a corpse. Anyway, I left a nice load deep up her butt.

When I was through I thought about it for a long moment. How difficult would it be to string her back up? I decided it might be a good idea, being as how she’d intended to be found dangling back here in this clearing by the woods.

I worked like hell to get her strung back up. She was awkward and heavy, and I cursed her much of the time. But somehow I managed. Then I tipped the chair over as though she’d kicked it over.

When I was done she just dangled there quietly. Her mouth gaped open from when I’d fucked it, my cream on her tongue and hanging from her lips. She had this incredible death stare that really turned me on.

I made sure her panties were pulled back on. They were soaked with urine and from my cum leaking out of her holes. I smiled as I told her, “Ok, Dolly. I’m going to leave your clothes right where you left them. I suppose you would have wanted it that way.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk you out of hanging yourself. I’m sorry you felt this was the only way out. But I totally respect your decision.”

“I think I can say with all certainly that I’m no longer in love with you. I see you for the bitch you truly are. But I understand why so many guys wanted to fuck you. It’s just too bad you couldn’t find a nice guy like me to settle down with.”

I heard a rumble from off in the distance. I turned to see the horizon darkening. Light flickered within the gathering clouds. It was time to leave.

“Time for us to say our goodbyes, Dolly. I really enjoyed fucking your corpse. Thanks for finally allowing me to be intimate with you this one time.”

She didn’t say a word. She just dangled there quietly. It dawned on me I really preferred her this way. Then I turned and headed back to the cabin. I wanted to get down off the mountain before the storm hit.

2020 (written Mar 16 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by renders created by C. Mike Hunt which I included as illustrations.)

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Her lover’s icy embrace 4.2 (20)

Posted on February 15, 2022 by riwa

Note: a re-edited story from 2007.

Her fingers are numb, but the hole is finally cut, the ice removed. It’s roughly four foot in diameter. It gives her access to the frigid waters of the lake below from a hole large enough to slip into and then crawl out of.

As she looks down into the water, she feels a familiar warmth in her loins over what she is planning on doing. A thrill of excitement runs up her spine. Then she makes her way back to the tent she’s set up on the edge of the lake.

Dropping the axe, she steps through the oval opening and feels the heat from the space heater. It’s nice and warm compared to the air outside, a brisk 19 above. She was fortunate to find enough extension cord to bring the tent and the space heater this far out from the house.

She strips out of her layers of protective clothing, anxious to go for a quick skinny-dip. Her friends would think her nuts if they knew about this. Perhaps she is.

She sheds layer after layer of clothing. This is such a strong part of her that she believes she would die if she couldn’t entertain her deep, dark desires every now and then. Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night after dreaming about it, the sheets wet between her legs.

It isn’t long until she’s completely nude. She shivers excitedly, but not because of the cold penetrating the thin walls of her tent despite the space heater. It’s because of her planned swim.

She knows how cold this brief little swim is going to be. But she can’t help herself. She’s come too far, gone through quite a bit of effort.

She steps back out through the opening to the tent, eager to get into the water. It will be no longer than a minute or so. But that will be long enough.

She sees her breath mist in front of her. She quickly sets out toward the hole she cut in the ice. Her bare feet protest as goose bumps break out all over her body.

It’s only a few short steps down to the waterline. Bare feet come in contact with the layer of ice that covers the lake. She must hurry before her feet become numb.

She goes as fast as she can across the ice, trying not to lose her footing. She glances all around, wondering if anyone notices a naked young woman making a mad dash across the lake. But where she lives is isolated. No one will see her out here unless they are outside using binoculars.

This has been on her mind for weeks. She’s planned accordingly. Now she can’t wait any longer. She desperately wants to get wet.

The hole is several yards out. She wants to be in water in a depth well over her head. Her breath catches in her throat as the sun shines down on her naked body.

She trembles as she approaches the opening she’s cut into the frozen surface. She shivers again, but not from the brisk temperature. In mere moments she will be submerged, enveloped in the bracing arms of her one true love.

She can barely contain her enthusiasm. Her nipples are hard with excitement. She feels moisture between her legs, a moisture that will freeze if she tarries too long outside the tent and the space heater.

She reaches the hole and looks down into the water. It’s so cold that a very thin layer of ice has already appeared. She pauses with uncertainty.

Does she really want to drop right in, not knowing what awaits her in the water below? How thick is the new layer of ice? If she’s going to get wet, she’d better do it now.

She chooses to enter slowly. She sits down on the edge of the hole, sticking her feet into the water. She inhales sharply before blurting out, “Oh, SHIT – THAT’S COLD!”

Her legs dangle in the frigid water. Her ass numbs from the cold ice she sits upon. Her first thought is to get the hell out. But she wants to be submerged, if only for a minute.

She inhales sharply, pushing herself off the edge before she can change her mind. A moment later she’s completely submerged. The numbing cold embraces her naked body, causing her lungs to contract.

The warmth in her loins increases. She skulls with her hands, working herself deeper. Air streams out of her nose as her lungs heave in protest.

Her body screams at her to get out of the freezing cold liquid. She kicks hard for the opening illuminated by the sun. She bursts up in one fluid motion and pushes herself out of the freezing water onto her feet while gasping for breath.

“SHIT – SHIT – SHIT… Oh, FUCK – THAT’S COLD!”

She dances across the ice just as fast as her legs will carry her. Several times she nearly loses her footing. Dripping water glistens off her body, threatening to freeze to her skin.

She reaches the shore and makes a mad dash to the opening of her tent. She feels a welcome blast of heat as she slips inside. Then she snatches up a towel and frantically starts drying herself off.

An amusing thought crosses her mind. If only the Polar Bear Club could see her now. What would they say if they knew she was planning on going back out?

The warmth in her loins has increased. She wants a second swim, another dip in icy water. One more might be just enough to satisfy her.

Tossing the towel aside, she takes a deep breath before dashing out the opening of her tent. She can’t wait to jump once more into her lover’s icy embrace. She trembles from a perverse arousal.

She’s on the ice again, tip-toeing on the balls of her feet just as fast as she can go. She hurries toward the opening cut in the ice. When it comes into view she doesn’t hesitate.

She lets out a cry as she leaps into the hole. She hits the hole with a splash. Then she’s fully submerged again…

Oh, FUCK!

The numbing cold is a shock to her system. She burbles as she looks at the murky darkness all around her. Dark brown strands swirl around her head as bubbles trickle out of her nose.

She hugs herself while releasing a stream of bubbles. Her torso gently humps against an invisible lover. Her nipples protrude significantly out of her breasts from the intense cold of the lake.

Her body screams at her again to get the hell out of the water. She releases her breath as she kicks upward. Then her head bursts out of the water.

Thin panels of ice fracture all around her as though she’s just shattered a window. She gasps wildly for breath, the cold penetrating straight through to her lungs. It’s time to get out.

Grabbing the edge of her hole, she pushes herself up out of the water. She flops onto the ice on her chest, numbing her all-but-frozen breasts. Then she’s back on her feet.

She slips and slides as she dashes back to the tent. She pants loudly for breath, her body demanding the warmth of the tent and the functioning space heater. The blast of heat coming through the opening feels welcome as she slips inside and finds her towel.

She dries herself off rapidly, an ache building in her loins. She pauses again, thinking the unthinkable. Damn; two trips are just not enough, not nearly enough!

She wants to cum underwater. And she wants her icy lover to do it all by himself, holding her in his cold embrace. The thought of being entombed in his frozen depths drives her wild with desire.

A moment later she feels warm enough. Then it’s one last dash back outside. She must be insane!

She rushes down until she reaches the hole. This time she leaps high. Then she hits the water with a splash.

This plunge takes her even deeper. She feels herself sinking in the icy darkness. The warmth inside her swells toward that desired eruption of pleasure.

She sinks farther down, looking up at the hole of life cut into the surface above her. It sends erotic shivers rippling through her. Ominous thoughts of “what if?” fuel her lusts.

Her clit and pussy are numb, her nipples painfully erect. But the fire within is undeniable. This time she’ll stay until she’s satisfied.

She makes herself to stay down longer this time. She watches with delight as the air she releases swirls to the surface. Heaving lungs indicate it’s time to return to the surface.

She kicks upward, but it’s not as easy as before. Every dive tempts her icy lover. Every time she submerges makes him try to hold on tighter.

He works to sap her strength, wanting to claim her for his own. She giggles excitedly, sending a flurry of bubbles to the surface. She swims up until her head breaks the water, spreading a growing mish-mash of broken ice panes around the surface.

Once more she’s out of the hole, dashing back toward the tent and the heater. She’s eager to warm up so she can do it all over again. She can no longer contain herself.

For the fourth time, a nude young woman dashes across the surface of the lake. She jumps into a hole in the ice, a squeal of glee cutting across the lake. For the fourth time a naked female body hits the water with a splash and sinks in a froth of bubbles.

For the fourth time she hugs herself tight, thrusting with her torso and fucking her watery lover as the excitement builds inside her. For the fourth time she sinks a little deeper… stays submerged a little longer. And for the fourth time she kicks up for the surface unfulfilled.

Her body quivers excitedly as it begs her lover for the release she craves. But once more she’s been teased, told to come back and try again. Is her lover seducing her, dangerously lowering her guard?

She breaks up through the gathering ice shards and pulls herself out, a little more slowly this time. The ice is accumulating; she really needs to clear it away. But her mind is awash with arousal

Her desire to return to her lover’s icy depths is strong. She needs to feel his cold, clammy touch all over her naked body yet again. She desperately wants to orgasm. Clearing the ice will have to wait.

Her run back to the tent is not quite so fast this time. It still feels good when she enters. But it is not quite as warm.

Her feet are growing numb. It takes longer to thaw them out. It’s the same with her arms and legs.

Her chest feels heavy. She suspects her time is just about done. But she wants one or two more before she calls it quits.

She wants to cum and she’s getting oh, so close! She can almost hear her lover calling out to her. She remembers how his cold, seductive grasp feels on her body.

“Fucking hell!”  Then she’s running back out the tent onto the ice. Her heart pounds excitedly in her chest.

There’s the hole and she leaps in, crashing through the icy surface. The air froths around her body. Bubbles brush sensuously over her skin.

She shudders as she allows herself to sink deeper and deeper. She warps her arms around herself and squeezes her breasts together, burbling pleasurably. She feels her lover’s cold brush on her clit.

There’s an icy caress between her labia. She thrusts her hips out again, fucking the water hard and fast. This time she wants it.

Her lungs ache, the cold contracting them painfully. But she pushes herself even longer this time. The fire within aches for an outlet…

…and still her lover mocks her… denies her…

Her lungs scream in protest. She kicks upward, noticing how numb she’s become. Then she’s at the surface, panting for a warm breath of air.

She weakly pushes through the gathering ice, wearily pulling herself out. She gets to her feet and makes her way back to the tent. She feels disappointment.

A cloud blocks the sun. Her lover is toying with her, teasing her with the promise of release, only to sadistically withhold it. She’s cold and frustrated.

Somewhere inside is a ball of pleasure that wants to explode outward. She wants to feed that smoldering mass. But she’s colder now, her body growing numb.

She enters the tent and picks up a third unused towel. She was careful to bring out several. Then she starts to dry herself.

The numbness does not go away as rapidly as before. She looks out the tent opening at the hole in the ice. Then she sighs with longing.

“Is this it?” she wonders aloud. “Is it time to go back to the house?” She’s so cold; her nipples, clit and labia so numb. If only…

She moves close to the space heater, trying to warm her body parts. She glances out the tent flap at the hole in the ice. She’s sure she can her lover calling to her.

Come out just once more time. Only one more and I will give you what you desire.

Her body trembles with longing. A part of her knows she’s thoroughly chilled. She really needs to go inside and call it a day. But she can’t stop staring out the tent flap.

She feels the warmth blossom inside her yet again. She can hear her lover calling to her

Just once more. One more and I will grant you what you seek. Come to me, my beloved – there’s still time. You can do it – you are young and strong. Quickly now… before the sun goes down…

She quivers erotically. Her eyes glaze over as though she’s in a trance. She mentally calculates the ice floating in the hole has not thickened to the danger point yet.

She’s still numb, even though she’s almost dry. She’s young and strong; she has the strength for one more trip. But this will be the very last one. Knowing that will help trigger the release she craves.

The sun abruptly comes out from behind the clouds. It spreads its rays everywhere. Clearly it’s a positive sign.

A thrill of arousal runs down her spine. She imagines herself plunging once more into her lover’s icy embrace. That’s when she steps out of the tent.

She walks down to the edge of the lake and heads toward the hole with purpose. She doesn’t acknowledge how numb she really is. She can barely feel her feet as she walks across the ice.

When she comes to the hole she is surprised at how much ice has accumulated. That’s when she hesitates. Then she hears him calling to her.

She feels that familiar warmth inside her. Without even realizing what she is doing, she leaps into the hole. She breaks through with a crash, shocked at how much ice has collected.

…just as the sun ducks behind a cloud…

OHMYGAWD – IT’S FUCKING COLD!

Her eyes widen in surprise; it’s not what she expected. The warmth returns to her loins. It’s always there whenever she’s underwater. But this time everything feels different.

She looks up and sees not the familiar brilliance of the sunlight reflecting off the icy shards in the hole. Instead, she sees a grey dreariness. And she feels heavy. She’s sinking, her body numb all over.

Burbling with alarm she starts pulling toward the surface, kicking numbly with her legs. But it’s slow going. Then she loses a burst of air.

She watches it swirl up to the surface. Only it alarmingly gathers where her hole should be. It has stopped on the underside of the collection of ice shards and panes.

Her lover is trying to hold onto her. He wants to keep her from surfacing. She can hear his seductive voice… Stay with me.

She shakes her head as she tells herself she’s got to surface. It’s much too cold now. She’s got to get out.

She hears the voice again… Stay with me!

“I CAN’T!” she cries out in her mind. Then she hears him tell her, I’m not letting you go!

Her eyes widen in alarm. She finally reaches the hole. But when she pushes up, the whole mish-mash of ice bulges up as one, having fused together.

She pushes again, but gains very little. That’s when she realizes just how numb and weak she is. Then she feels a sudden thrill of fear that feeds the warmth inside her…

You can’t go, my beloved. You’re staying with me this time. Now we’ll be together forever.

Uh-oh. Gawd; NO!

She feels a burst of adrenaline, and she pushes hard. The ice gives, crackling and snapping. But it does not part. She has actually pushed herself downward…

NOOOO!

She tries to kick upward with all her might as her lungs start to heave. She pulls hard with her arms, only to feel a dreadful, settling numbness in her limbs. Then she hears that voice again in her head…

You can’t leave, my beloved. I’m not letting you go.

With a last burst of energy she propels herself upward. She pushes against the ice in the hole. Again, it bulges but does not break open.

She begins to flail against it with her fists. Then she drifts downward, still flailing as bubbles leak out of her mouth. Her stunned mind tells her she has severely miscalculated. If she’s lucky, they will find her body come spring…

Now you belong to me… entombed within my icy grip, my beloved

Her lungs heave in agony. Air bursts out of her mouth as the surface gets farther and farther away. Yet the warmth blossoms within her once more.

Once again she finds herself thrusting with her hips, trying to fuck her icy lover. But she’s much too numb. She can barely move.

In desperation she slides a hand down, feeling for her clit. But that is numb as well. Her genitals no longer respond to her touch…

Now we’ll be together forever, my beloved. But it’s not the comforting voice she’d once heard. Now it sounds cruel, sadistic and heartless.

The water gets colder all around her as she drifts deeper. She shudders, desperate for one last release. Then much of her air bursts out of her mouth.

She can’t stop the icy coldness of the lake water as it fills her lungs. She coughs, inhales sharply, and then coughs again. She spasms and convulses, feeling the heat inside her swell one last time…

Will she experience it? Will her icy lover allow her one last orgasm?

She spasms once more, coughing the rest of her air out of her lungs. A moment later she comes to rest on her back on the muddy bottom. She is surrounded by total darkness, the heat of her loins about to burst forth.

Consciousness begins to fade away. The warmth in her pussy subsides as it too starts to fade. The last thing she hears is her lover’s mocking laughter ringing in her ears. Then she is left to gaze upward with lifeless eyes…

Several days later her friends come looking for her. They find the tent and the shorted-out space heater. When they find what appears to be a hole cut in the ice, they fear the worst. That’s when they call in the Search and Rescue’s dive team.

2007; 2020 (written Jan 30 ’07; ed. Feb 19 ‘20 by riwa)

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Dahlia finds a noose 4.5 (92)

Posted on February 5, 2022 by riwa

It was very puzzling. She’d ridden with some other girls out to the castle. Now they’d all gone off on their own. Apparently she’d been left to her own devices.

Nobody came with any instructions. No one told her where she could and could not go. Out of boredom she decided to do a little exploring.

There was someone else wandering around inside. A couple times Dahlia caught sight of a woman in a black robe. But the woman always disappeared before she could get close enough to ask about the others.

Eventually she ended up on the third floor of the castle. She’d already explored the other two floors, finding little of interest. But she figured it was ok to wander around, being as how she hadn’t been told to keep herself to the main floor.

Again she caught sight of the woman in the black robe. Was she following her?? She called out, “Hey; can I ask you something? Where is everybody?”

The woman refused to acknowledge her presence as she disappeared through a doorway. Dahlia became irritated over the rude behavior. “Hey, I only want to ask you where the others are!” Then she angrily set off after her.

She came to the door the woman had passed through. She opened it up, only to discover a small stairwell leading upward. Did this castle actually have another floor? Dahlia was incredulous.

She carefully went up the steps until she reached a small hallway. The woman in the black robe was at the other end, about to open another door. Dahlia called out, “Hey; wait!” But the woman ignored her as she opened it up and stepped inside.

“Hey; don’t turn your back on me! That’s rude! That does it; I’m not leaving until I get some answers!”

Dahlia rushed up to the door and opened it. Almost immediately she found herself in some sort of attic. Costumes hung from racks while others were draped over trunks and chairs.

She looked all around but didn’t see the black-robed woman anywhere. She was sure she’d seen her come in here. How could she have disappeared??

She rounded a corner and gasped at what she saw. A mural had been painted along one wall. But it was the subject matter that astonished her.

A naked woman stood on an old, cushioned chair, a hand covering her crotch. A noose came down from the ceiling and wrapped around her neck. A mirror had been painted in as though the young woman was staring at herself while preparing to step off.

Dahlia looked around and saw the same chair sitting in the middle of the room. She observed a floor length mirror over against the far wall. Dangling over the chair hung a thirteen coil noose, exactly as what was being depicted in the mural.

At first Dahlia was shocked and dismayed. But there was something about the mural that fascinated her. Besides, the woman in the painting seemed enthralled at her situation.

Dahlia moved closer as though wanting to get a better look. Now she could tell the woman was not simply being modest. It looked as though she was deliberately touching herself while looking into the mirror. Whoever had painted in her reflection had done a fantastic job.

Dahlia looked at the mural, studying it intently. Then she walked over to the chair and looked up at the noose. It seemed odd the way it dangled as though matching the mural along the wall.

It was rather disturbing. But there was something about it that intrigued her. A glance over at the mural seemed to imply the woman had deliberately climbed onto the chair of her own accord and noosed herself.

Dahlia looked at herself in the mirror. She tried to imagine what her reflection would look like with the noose around her neck. The chair looked sturdy enough. Surely it couldn’t hurt to give it a try, could it?

She carefully climbed onto the chair until she was standing upright. The noose ominously framed her face. She looked into the mirror and felt a strange shiver of excitement.

“This is silly,” she said, her voice so loud it almost startled her. There was no reply; the room remained silent. And there was still no sign of that woman in the black robe.

She reached out and touched the noose. It was certainly real enough. She ran her hands over the coarse hemp, wondering how it would feel around her throat.

She pulled the noose to her and gently looped it around her neck. It scratched her, giving her a shiver that both excited and frightened her. She quickly pulled it off before hurriedly stepping down off the chair.

She went back over to the wall and looked at the mural again. The woman displayed there looked as though she was excited about something. She didn’t look the least bit frightened having her head in the noose. On the contrary, she appeared to be touching herself as though in a state of arousal.

Dahlia studied the mural and then looked skeptically at the chair. She looked all around as though making sure no one was watching. That’s when she began entertaining a preposterous idea.

Did she dare? Who would possibly know she was up here? That woman in the black robe? She must have slipped away and gone back downstairs.

Dahlia found herself unbuttoning and removing her white blouse. She folded it up and carefully set it upon a small trunk sitting nearby. Then she hesitantly removed her bra before setting it on top of her blouse.

Something brushed against her bare flesh. Dahlia gasped and looked all around. But no one was there. Had it been her imagination?

She panted for breath as she looked up at the noose. Did she dare? A moment later she made up her mind as she quietly muttered, “What the hell.”

She carefully climbed the chair until the noose framed her face again as she looked at the mirror. It excited her to see herself topless as the coil dangled before her. Then she carefully looped the noose around her neck.

The hemp scratched her throat again. Dahlia gasped at the caress of rope on skin. That’s when she looked into the mirror.

The image reflected back was incredible. She could see a topless woman with incredibly erect nipples appearing quite aroused. This whole damned thing was exciting her far more than she could have possibly imagined.

Once more she glanced over at the mural. Then she carefully removed the noose from around her neck. She climbed back down off the chair before staring intently at the woman painted onto the wall.

Without thinking she began to remove her tight, shiny pants. Her wet panties came off next. Both items were carefully placed upon her blouse and bra.

She reached out and touched the woman in the mural. Then she looked up at the noose dangling above the chair. That’s when she felt a shiver of fear and excitement.

Once more she looked at the naked lady in the mural. Dahlia was becoming incredibly excited. She panted for breath as her heart beat loudly in her chest.

She walked over and stood beside the chair as once more she looked into the mirror. She stared at her reflection for the longest time. Did she want to see herself like the lady in the mural: naked with the noose around her neck?

It wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? No one was around to see what she was doing. And that woman in the black robe had long since vanished.

She looked all around to make sure she was still alone. She listened intently but heard nothing, not even footsteps coming up the steps. She could feel the room becoming a little spooky now and was starting to get a little creeped out.

Dahlia started to go back for her clothes. Maybe she should get dressed and head back down to catch up to the others. But something made her hesitate.

She glanced at the chair with the noose dangling above it. She looked at the mirror and saw her reflection. What would she look like standing on the chair naked with the rope around her neck? Would she look like the lady in the mural?

Dahlia carefully considered the matter. She thought she heard a voice whisper to go ahead and give it a try. She looked around as though someone had spoken. But she concluded she must have let the words slip out herself.

Dahlia hesitated briefly before climbing the chair again. The noose framed her face as before as she stared at the full length floor mirror. The image being reflected back was acting as though she wanted the noose around her neck.

She turned once more to look at the naked lady in the mural. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. Now here she was, standing on the chair in the exact same posture. What would it hurt? Besides, no one would ever know she’d been up here.

She carefully grasped onto the noose. Then she slowly looped it around her throat. That’s when Dahlia felt an erotic jolt as the hemp scratched her, making her pant heavily for breath.

She stared at her reflection. The image looking back at her seemed incredibly excited. Nipples had swollen as a neatly trimmed pussy glistened from a perverse arousal.

She thought about getting back down. Then she glanced over at the mural again. Instinctively one of Dahlia’s hands moved down her stomach until it settled in her crotch, matching the painting on the wall.

She panted for breath as she saw the woman in the mirror touch herself. It was unbelievably erotic. Dahlia thought the whole damned thing was crazy. Yet she was experiencing an excitement unlike anything she had ever known before.

Her breasts tingled with sexual desire. She caressed them as though trying to calm herself down, only to grope and fondle herself even more. Her pussy dripped and throbbed.

Another image flickered briefly in the mirror. Dahlia let out a gasp as she turned to look. She could have sworn that woman in the black robe had been standing directly behind her as though admiring her form.

“Hello? Is anybody there? I’m sorry; I’ll get down right now.”

She glanced at the mirror and saw the reflection hesitate. The young woman looking back at her was rubbing her crotch harder. She let out a whimper, feeling more than a little caught up in the whole damned thing.

That was it; it was time to get down. No, wait; just a few seconds more! Dahlia was torn with indecision and excitement.

She turned to look at the mural again. Dahlia let out a cry of alarm when she saw the woman was no longer standing on the chair. It had tipped over, causing her legs to appear to kick in midair.

What the hell?? That’s not what she’d seen before! Were her eyes playing tricks on her??

She turned to look in the mirror. She saw the woman in the black robe standing directly behind her with her hands on the chair. It looked as though she was going to pull it away.

Dahlia gasped, “NO; WAIT!” Then she lost her balance. That’s when the chair tipped over, clattering loudly onto the floor behind her.

Dahlia dropped until she was fully suspended by the noose in the ceiling. The hemp scratched even more as the rope dug into her throat. Instinctively she reached up and grabbed for it in an effort to loosen it from around her neck.

She saw her reflection start to kick up a jig. Then she got a glimpse of the woman in the mural. She appeared to have her hand buried in her crotch as she mauled her breasts. But that’s not what she’d seen earlier…

Dahlia shook her head no. This couldn’t be happening to her! Then she twisted until she saw her reflection. It was a woman furiously groping herself as she tried to masturbate while dangling from the noose.

She kicked and shuddered as she rasped for breath. Her neck was in agony, the hemp scratching as the rope began to constrict ominously around her throat. Her weight was putting an unbelievable strain on the noose.

Instinctively she clawed at the rope around her throat. The mirror swung back into view. This time the woman in the black robe was standing behind her, touching herself through the fabric of her garment as though enjoying the show.

Dahlia tried to shake her head again. The mural twisted back into view. This time the woman looked like she was all caught up in a state of deeply asphyxiated lust as she dangled from the noose.

Dahlia tried to fight it. But it was no use. When she swung back around she saw the reflection in the mirror of a woman deeply strangled, furiously groping herself as though desperate to make herself cum.

She rasped and gurgled as she began thrusting her hips outward. A brief glimpse of the mural showed the painting of a woman all caught up in the throes of asphyxiated orgasm. Dahlia could not understand it. Was she seeing things due to her brain not getting enough oxygen?

It overwhelmed her until it battered her senseless. She hung limp as she hitched and shuddered with orgasmic aftershocks. She could not believe how hard she had cum. And yet it felt like she was still climaxing… still trying to coax another one out of her oxygen-deprived body!

Dahlia orgasmed the fight right out of her body. Then she became exhausted. Her arms dropped to her sides as she gently hitched and convulsed.

She gently swung back and forth as she twisted in place. She got one last look at the mural. The noosed woman was now hanging limp and lifeless as though she’d stepped off and hanged herself.

Dahlia tried to breathe, but her throat was closed off. Her neck felt like it was stretching. She couldn’t feel her legs anymore.

She saw the woman in the black robe step up to her. She was dimly aware of human hands appreciatively caressing her naked flesh. The woman seemed tender and intimate.

Dahlia twitched as a death rattle came up from somewhere deep inside her. She couldn’t move anything anymore. Why wasn’t the woman letting her down??

She looked in the mirror one last time as her vision began to fade. The woman in the black robe began to shimmer out of existence like a mist. Then she was gone.

Dahlia tried to scream as her tongue slowly protruded. In the mirror she saw the reflection of a naked woman who looked as though she’d deliberately hanged herself. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Then her vision failed until she saw nothing at all.

There was a quiet splatter of urine as Dahlia gently twisted and swayed in the hemp noose. Her naked body turned enough to get one last look at the mural with sightless eyes. It did not register in her brain that the large painting had disappeared, to be replaced with nothing more than the old, faded blocking of the castle wall.

2020 (written Feb 2 ’20 by riwa)

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Breath-holding in the pool with Alex 2 (m/m) 4.3 (8)

Posted on January 31, 2022 by riwa

Part 2

My encounter in the pool with Alex stayed with me for several hours. I finally got it out of my mind. Besides, I didn’t know when I was going to see him again.

I was working the morning shift on Wednesday when he showed up. There were a couple of older ladies already enjoying a hot soak. He smiled as he paid me for the swim before heading off to the men’s locker room to change.

At first I didn’t think anything about it. But then I started remembering the last time he’d shown up during my shift. It had only been two days ago, and he’d helped with the pool vac. Then we’d done a few breath-holds, the last one while masturbating together.

I tried to get the erotic memory out of my head. After all, I had other customers in the building. Then he emerged out of the men’s locker room.

I immediately noticed his light blue speedos. I think the two ladies soaking noticed them too. They seemed to look in his direction for a long time before he got into the water with a dive mask.

I tried not to let it get to me. But I really liked his speedos. They certainly stood out, attracting one’s attention.

He was up and down quite a bit in the deep end. It looked like he was doing a lot of breath-holding. Occasionally I noticed a flurry of bubbles come up before his head emerged.

An older couple came in and paid for their swim. Then they went to their separate locker rooms. So I decided to make a pass around the perimeter of the pool.

I stopped near the two ladies and asked if they were enjoying themselves. Then I made my way along the side of the pool to the deep end. Alex was down on the floor of the pool in a sitting position, pushing up against the bottom rung of the ladder to keep himself from drifting up.

I couldn’t resist hanging around until he came up. After all, I felt responsible for my guests, even though no lifeguard was provided. The rule was “Swim at your Own Risk”.

Alex came up in a flurry of bubbles. He smiled as soon as he saw me looking down on him. I asked, “How’s it going? How’s the water?”

“The water’s great. I’m really enjoying myself.”

“Good; I’m glad.” Then I continued my walk around the perimeter of the pool.

He went back to his breath-holding. I went back to the cash register. By then the other couple had come out and were soaking in the shallow end.

Alex got out and got dressed after about an hour or so. He paused at the desk to say hi. I asked how his swim had gone.

“I enjoyed it, Dean. I think I’m going to come back on Friday. I’m working on my breath-holds and working to get more comfortable not using a dive mask so much.”

“I’m like you,” I replied. “I use the dive mask to keep the water out of my nose. But sometimes I try to swim without it. It can get pretty tight on the face.” He nodded his agreement.

I looked at him curiously. “So you’re coming back on Friday?”

“I was thinking about it? Why? Is Friday a bad day or something?”

“No. I work part time, and that’s my next shift.”

“Is it really? That’s interesting. I guess I’ll see you Friday, Dean.”

“See you later, Alex.” Then he gave me a wave of his hand before heading out the door.

I tried not to give it much thought. But I was strangely excited about him coming back on Friday. I just didn’t know what to do about it.

I decided to play it casual. Besides, Fridays can be unpredictable. Lately we’d been getting a few more early-morning customers.

—

I opened up early on Friday and got the place ready for business. Alex showed up five minutes after the place was officially open. He smiled when he saw me behind the counter.

I asked, “More breath-holding, Alex?”

“That and a little swimming along the pool floor looking for coins.”

“If there are any at all, they should still be there. I don’t vacuum the pool until Monday morning.”

“I’ll remember that,” he said with a smile. Then he went to the locker room to change.

He had just come out in a light green speedo when a couple of older ladies showed up. But that didn’t surprise me. Our place was popular for soaking in the early morning hours.

I watched Alex put on a dive mask at the deep end of the pool. Then he submerged and headed for the bottom. I saw him clutching his red hand-weights.

The ladies came out of their locker room. They took up crouching positions in the shallow end. Then they soaked and chatted while Alex surfaced and then submerged in the deep end.

After a while I decided to make my perimeter pass around the pool. It wasn’t really necessary. But I used it as an excuse to look around and see who was doing what to whom in the water.

This time I made my pass in the opposite direction. Alex was my first stop in the deep end. When I got there I noticed he was flat on his back, the little red weights on his chest.

He was not wearing his dive mask. Bubbles came up out of his mouth and nose. His eyes were closed as though he was concentrating.

I glanced along his body and noticed his cock tenting his speedos. In fact, it looked like the tip was peeking out a little. It had a strangely arousing effect on me.

His eyes opened and he looked up. Then he moved the weights off his chest. He slowly came up to the surface until his head emerged out of the water, leaving him panting quietly for breath.

I asked, “How’s it going today, my friend?”

He smiled as he replied, “It’s going great, Dean. I’m trying it without my dive mask. It stung a little to begin with. But it’s not so bad now. You been in the water lately?”

I paused to think about it. “Not since the day you helped me with the vacuum. I think that was Monday.”

“Yes it was.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you from your breath-holding.”

“No problem at all, Dean.”

I smiled as he inhaled. Then he submerged. I watched him go all the way down to the bottom, releasing bubbles out of his nose. Then he grabbed the red weights to help keep himself on the bottom before lying flat on his back.

I looked up and continued my perimeter pass. My cock was stirring, and I didn’t want it to show. I briefly stopped by to check on my other guests who were enjoying themselves. Then I went back to my register.

Alex was in the water a little over an hour before he called it a day. He climbed out and dried off. Then he went into the men’s locker room to change.

When he was ready, he came out and walked up to the counter in his street clothes. I smiled as I asked him how his swim went. “Just great, Dean. I really enjoy this place.”

He paused as though he was deep in thought. I could tell something was on his mind. So I asked, “Is there anything else, Alex?”

“You say pool cleanup is Monday morning?”

“That’s right. I arrive early to vacuum and make sure everything is ready for the week. Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering…”

Right away I knew what he was thinking. It made my cock stir as I considered the possibility we might get into the water together. But he said nothing. Clearly anything further was up to me.

It was out of my mouth before I could think to stop myself. “I’ll be here at eight, Alex. You’re welcome to show up at that hour if you wish. You don’t have to help me or anything. I’ll just be vacuuming the pool and cleaning up before the guests show up. If you want, I’ll even leave the front door unlocked for you.”

“Oh really? That sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll show up early on Monday, Dean.” Then he gave me a big smile before he headed out.

I got quite the hard-on right after he left. It took a few minutes before I could calm myself down. I don’t know why I was so aroused at the thought of him coming early. So I tried to put it out of my mind. Besides, I had my weekend activities to look forward to.

—

Alex was on my mind when I showed up early Monday morning. I wore a set of baggy green swim trunks under my street clothes. But this time I also wore a pair of white speedos under all that.

I was in a state of semi-arousal when I opened up and started to get things ready. Then I broke out the pool vac. I wanted to get it done early in case I wanted to go for a swim with Alex before customers began to arrive after the nine o-clock hour.

I was in my white speedos vacuuming the pool when Alex showed up. I told him he could go change if he wanted. He could pay me when he’d concluded his swim.

I felt my cock stir when he went into the men’s locker room to change. Why the hell was the thought of being underwater with him turning me on?? I just couldn’t figure it out!

He must have changed in record time. He was out of the locker room in his red speedos in no time at all. He jumped into the water head first and dove down to where I was moving the head of the pool vacuum.

He helped me push it around, making sure I got every spot that looked dirty. I was finished at a quarter after eight. I put the pool vacuum and hoses away while he got out of the water, went back into the locker room, and retrieved his swim bag.

He came out and caught me standing on the edge of the pool at the deep end. “Going for a swim, Dean?” he asked excitedly. I could see his cock bulging in his speedos.

“Thinking about it,” I replied with a smile and a surge of erotic tingles. Then I dove head first into the water. He dove in a couple seconds later.

We tread water together in the deep end, starting our swim by making small talk to break the ice. Then he filled his lungs and dove for the bottom. I followed him down, my cock refusing to soften. By now, the fabric had turned all but transparent, just as I knew it would.

Alex made a long swim along the bottom. I followed his lead, moving behind him while staying out of the way of his kicking feet. We stayed down about a good forty seconds before surfacing.

We were clinging to the pool ladder when he asked, “How often do you get to do this, Dean? Do you get to enjoy a swim before you open up to the public?”

“I have to get here early enough, Alex. Many times I arrive without giving myself enough private time before customers start showing up. So it doesn’t happen very often.”

“I see.”

“I’m glad you said something Friday. I could use the swim. This is nice. And I appreciate the help with the pool vac.”

“Glad to help out. Anything for you, Dean.”

I felt a strange surge of excitement flow through me at his words. His appreciation seemed stronger than I’d anticipated. I felt such a rush of self-consciousness that I filled my lungs and submerged.

I dove down to the bottom of the pool. This time Alex was the one who followed me. We played about a minute’s worth of “Follow the Leader” before I headed back up with straining lungs.

We were at the surface treading water when he asked, “How about a breath-hold?”

My cock twitched in my speedos. I smiled nervously as I told him, “I’d like that. Would you mind if I went and got the brick and dive mask for myself?”

“Not at all, Dean.”

“Be right back.”

I was breathless and aroused as I climbed out of the water. He hadn’t said a word about my very distinct bulge showing through my white speedos. Of course, I hadn’t said a word about his either. But I was sure we’d both noticed each other’s.

I fetched the block and dive mask. By the time I got back in the water with him, he’d already put on a mask for himself. I smiled as I told him I was going to lie flat on the bottom.

I filled my lungs and submerged with the block. I went straight to the bottom. Then I laid out flat on my back before putting the block in my chest.

Alex surprised me when he came down and grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder. He hung right above me, all stretched out. His eyes stayed on me the entire time.

My cock got hard as a rock… but then again, so did his. He had this joyous smile on his face. I felt all self-conscious again, but to be honest I was enjoying myself.

We stayed like that for quite a while as he checked the watch on his wrist. Occasionally I released a few bubbles out of my mouth. They billowed up and hit him in the dive mask. He just grinned back at me.

Alex released a few bubbles of his own. After a while, he lost his buoyancy. Now he used the bottom rung of the ladder to keep himself from coming down on top of me.

I felt my chest heave as I competitively tried to push my time underwater. Alex watched me like a hawk. I felt self-conscious, but there was something about the way he looked at me that turned me on.

He looked like he was doing just fine. I figured he could hold his breath longer than I. Of course he was coming to the pool several times a week and was getting in a lot more practice.

My lungs were straining when I saw his stomach start to ripple. I lost a burst of air as I finally went up past him. Then I burst up at the surface and gasped for breath.

He came up a couple seconds later. I asked, “How’d I do?”

He checked his watch. “Not bad for a first time. That was a minute twenty-two.”

“I think I can do better than that. Ready to go again?”

“Ready when you are, Dean. This time I think I’ll take the bottom position.”

“Fine with me.”

We filled our lungs. Then we submerged. Alex went down and stretched out flat on his back on the pool floor while I clung to the bottom rung of the pool ladder looking down on him.

He set the block on his chest. Then he looked up at me and smiled. He seemed particularly excited about something.

I noticed his cock was stretching out his speedos. I could tell the tip was trying to peek out again. I don’t know why I kept looking down at his bulge.

The more his dick stiffened, the more turned on I became. He stared up at me until I smiled with embarrassment as I released a few bubbles. My cock was straining in my speedos.

We took turns releasing bubbles. His cock looked extremely hard in his suit. Mine was becoming uncomfortable as hell.

I watched as Alex allowed his hand to stray down toward his stomach. It brushed back and forth over his bulge. It was as though he wanted to touch himself without offending me.

I smiled and bubbled as I allowed my hand to caress down my body while I gripped the ladder with the other. I found my own bulge and rubbed it a little. That made Alex smile even more. It also seemed to give him the freedom to rub his bulge harder.

My lungs began to strain, and I lost more air. Alex released bubbles that hit my dive mask. I liked it, and I smiled back at him despite the burn in my chest.

I finally gave up and headed for the surface. Alex followed right behind me. We burst up together where he blurted out, “One forty-eight, Dean. You’re getting close to two minutes.”

I smiled as I panted heavily. Once more I found myself becoming self-conscious about what was going on. He looked at me carefully before asking, “Is everything all right?”

“All right so far, Alex.”

He seemed concerned about something. “You’re not offended by my, uh…”

I quickly suspected what he was anxious about. So I tried to put his mind at ease. “Not at all, Alex. I’m not offended by yours so long as you’re not offended by mine.”

He smiled as though visibly relieved. “Not at all, Dean. Now I have a suggestion going forward with our next one. Do you want to go again?”

“What time is it?”

“Eight forty.”

“I’ve got time. I can be in the pool until about nine when the customers might start showing up. Of course, I might want to change into something a little more suitable before then. So what’s your suggestion?”

“How about this? Whoever’s lying flat on the bottom gets to set the pace and dictate the rules for the next breath-hold. Whoever’s on the bottom can do whatever he wants, and the guy on top has to follow his lead. Does that sound ok to you?”

I smiled as I told him, “Sound’s ok to me, Alex.” But that’s when I felt another erotic jolt as I smiled self-consciously.

This time I would be the one heading down and lying flat on my back. Clearly he was giving me permission to do whatever the hell I wanted down there. Then he would follow my lead.

What was I going to do? Was I just going to keep doing regular breath-holds with Alex? Or was he giving me permission to allow this to take off in a rather exciting direction?

2021 (written Jul 1 ’21 by riwa)

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Chastity’s little fuck-toy part 2 (a Club story) 4.5 (41)

Posted on January 30, 2022 by riwa

I spent the rest of that evening getting myself all worked up thinking about fucking the lovely little lesbo Lexi in the drowning tank. It didn’t help matters any whenever I caught sight of her in her attendant’s uniform and that short skirt she was wearing as she wandered about the Club with her tray of drinks.

Every time she saw me she would make a show of accidently dropping something on the floor near a customer. She would apologize for her clumsiness and then bend over to pick it up. She would show me and everyone else who had a good view that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

She would always glance back at me and then bring her hand up to her mouth in a gesture of “Oops; I’m naked under there!” Then her eyes would twinkle. She always gave me her most innocent smile before going on about her duties.

I think a part of her plan was to get me all hot and bothered. Perhaps she hoped I would really give it to her good when the time came. If she wasn’t careful she was going to get more than a good hard fuck. The idea of drowning her as I raped her had a certain appeal to it.

I was still undecided about snuffing her when I walked into the Entertainment stage area. Monique was taking advantage of the lull in business to tidy up the area. I saw her making sure the games were ready and functioning and that the place was spotless.

“Hi, honey,” she said to me as I walked up to her. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

“Please get the drowning chamber ready,” I said to her as I held her in my arms. “But don’t bother to alert the entire casino.”

“Oh?” I had definitely piqued her curiosity.

“This one will be a little different,” I told her casually. “Naturally our customers are more than welcome to come in and observe if they wish. I’m not sure yet if it will qualify as an official snuff.”

“I see,” she said, her eyes twinkling curiously. “I can’t wait to see what you have up your sleeve, honey.”

“I should be back in about fifteen minutes,” I told her as I glanced at my watch, “…just as soon as I corral and prepare my little slut.”

“I look forward to it,” she said with a smile as I walked away…

—

I tracked Lexi down in another part of the casino. She’d just emptied a tray of drinks to some clients around a blackjack table. I walked up to her and grabbed her by the arm.

“Come with me, little girl,” I said quietly, manhandling her toward the one of the snuff rooms.

An element of fear filled her features. “What did I do, Mr. Rick?” But I saw the faintest twinkle in her eye.

“Don’t play the innocent one with me, little girl. You know what you did. A slut like you …flashing yourself around the Club like that?”

“I didn’t mean anything by it!” she declared, protesting her innocence.

“Of COURSE not! You’re just the innocent little employee in all of this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I should go talk to Mistress…” Then she let out a garbled cry as I grabbed her by the throat.

“No, you little slut!” I hissed into her ear. “You’re going to deal with me!”

I marched her into an empty snuff room. “All right. Now strip!”

“You can’t do this to me! I belong to Mistress!”

“I can when I catch you flashing your ass to every Tom, Dick and Mary in the Club. It’s up to me to discipline little sluts like you!”

She was taking a little too long. Perhaps it was intentional. That’s when I started pulling her uniform off myself.

“Hay wait! You can’t…!”

She struggled in my grasp as I finished removing her uniform. Sure enough, she was wearing virtually nothing underneath. I decided to leave her in her black nylon stockings, garter and black heels.

I dragged her over to the closet in the corner. Inside I found plenty of rope. That’s when I started tying her arms behind her back, crossing them over each other hand to elbow.

I wrapped some of it around her chest, crisscrossing it through the cleavage to her heaving breasts. She looked rather sexy with the rope crossing in front of her like that. “Let me go!” she demanded indignantly as she twisted and squirmed in my grasp. “Once I talk to Mistress you’re going to be so fucking sorry!”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” I told her sternly. “Now you and I are going to the Entertainment stage.”

“NO!” she gasped in horror. “You can’t! I belong to Mistress! She’s the only one who can…!”

“You just don’t understand, do you? I’m the club’s co-owner. I can do anything I want with you, you little tart! So I think it’s time I take you up onstage and fuck some sense back into you!”

“No! You can’t! I’m a lesbian! I’ve never had a cock in any of my holes before! Let me talk to Mistress! There’s been a terrible misunderstanding!”

“Oh there’s been a misunderstanding all right. You misunderstood if you thought you could flash your bare ass all around the Club and not end up being disciplined for it!”

“I can’t help it if Mistress wants me to wear short skirts and go naked underneath! Talk to her about it; she’ll explain everything!”

“Mouthy little slut, aren’t you. I see I’m going to have to shut you up.”

I dragged her back to the cabinet and reached in for a handy little pecker-gag. “NO!” she gasped as she wriggled her head around, trying to resist.

I held her head steady and forced her mouth open. Then I shoved the business end in past her lips. She cried out in indignation as I cinched it down tight.

“Got anything to say to me, you little slut?” She screamed in fury, the gag muffling her cries. Then I started to undress.

Her eyes grew big as saucers when she saw my erection. Then she started shaking her head. I smiled as I told her, “You don’t have any choice in the matter, you teasing little bitch!”

I spun her around and pulled her against me, pressing my hard cock into her backside. Then I reached around and squeezed her tits. She writhed about, crying out in protest until I ran a hand down and found her cunt.

It was dripping wet. It was just as I suspected. The little nymph was getting off struggling against me.

“SLUT!” I hissed into her ear. Then I thrust a couple of fingers into her snatch. I used them to finger-fuck her hard.

“I should have known. A defiant little slut like you? This must be exciting you. Well let’s just see how excited you remain once we reach the Entertainment stage.”

She cried out into her gag as I fucked her hard with my fingers while humping her with my erection. Her cries dissolved into moans and whimpers as her body began to respond. She started thrusting back until I could feel her trembling like mad.

I leaned in close and whispered into her ear. “I think I should take little lesbo Lexi up onstage into the drowning chamber. Maybe I’ll introduce her to her first male cock while I’m drowning her ass. That should be a lot of fun, don’t you think?”

The little tart stiffened before she started to shudder. I was sure she was starting to orgasm. She let out a muffled cry as her cunt clenched tightly around my fingers.

After a few seconds she abruptly went limp in my grasp. She moaned weakly into her gag as she panted for breath through her nose. “Did we have ourselves a nice little cum?” I chuckled mockingly into her ear. “That ought to knock some of the defiance out of you. Now let’s go pay a visit to the Entertainment stage, shall we?”

Once more I reached into the cabinet. This time I pulled out a Club robe for myself. One of us was going to be naked as we paraded through the casino. But it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.

I heard Lexi moan weakly as I marched her out of the snuff room in her stockings, garter and heels…

—

I walked the little slut throughout much of the interior of the casino, allowing everyone to see us. The red glow was not on, causing some to murmur in confusion as to what I was going to do to her. By not alerting everyone to an impending snuff I figured I might draw even more curiosity seekers to the Entertainment stage.

I smiled inwardly when I saw some of them talking to each other in hushed tones. A few motioned curiously in our direction. It made me wonder what type of an audience we might generate without the red glow alerting people.

Lexi started to put up a struggle the closer we got to the Entertainment stage. I saw her look around with pleading eyes. She let out muffled cries for assistance to many of the folks who were looking at us.

The whole time I had this strange feeling she was playing along. In fact I got the impression she wanted more humiliation. Turns out I was more than happy to give it to her.

I stopped short in an open area where everyone could see us. I pulled her back to me as she grunted in alarm. “So you want to make a scene in front of all these nice folks, eh?” I said loudly, attracting even more attention. “Pardon us, folks; this will only take a minute.”

Once more I wrapped my arms around her from behind, grabbing her tits with one hand as I reached down with the other to her crotch. In an instant she knew what I was up to. She gave out a muffled cry of alarm as she shook her head.

As far as I was concerned it was too damned late. “Putting up a fuss, are we?” I hissed into her ear. “Still being defiant? Let’s just see if we can change that, shall we?”

I cruelly fingered her dripping snatch right in front of everyone watching. Lexi let out a muffled cry. Then I felt her body tremble as she started to moan.

She writhed and squirmed in my grasp. But I refused to let go as I fingered her hard. She shook her head as though imploring me to stop, crying out into the pecker-gag in her mouth.

It must’ve gone off inside her with a devastating eruption. She stiffened as though every muscle inside her had seized up. Then she started bucking in my grasp, humping against my fingers with her crotch as her eyes rolled.

She finally sagged in my grasp, moaning weakly. I could feel her quivering. Her face flushed red with embarrassment at cumming in front of everyone watching.

I told our astonished guests, “Please pardon the interruption, folks. Thank you for your patience and understanding.” Then I grabbed Lexi’s throat.

I squeezed until she started to choke and gasp. “I think it’s time for your little swim. Let’s get you to the drowning tank, shall we?”

She whimpered helplessly as she trembled like mad. I marched her off toward the Entertainment stage. Behind me I heard murmurs of “Is he really going to drown her??” I could not help smiling inwardly at the attention we were generating.

When we reached the stage my wife’s eyes flew open in astonishment at who I’d brought in. Her jaw dropped open in utter shock. “Drowning tank!” I told her curtly. “I’ll be going in with this one. Give me a depth of five feet, ok? That should be more than enough to drown this little slut.”

I glared menacingly at Lexi. The poor thing grunted in horror. But I thought I saw a flash of lustful desire in her eyes.

The moment was fleeting before she reverted back to form. The little slut whimpered as she writhed in my grasp. Monique drew close, concern in her features.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she said quietly as she followed us up on stage.

A crowd was starting to gather, curious why the stage was not lit up. Lexi whimpered at my wife, pleading with her eyes to be delivered. Monique was all business as she opened the tank.

I pushed the little slut inside. “This one needs some discipline,” I explained. “I thought I’d go inside and teach her some manners. She hasn’t had cock yet. So I figured I might as well introduce her to mine.”

I dropped my robe, revealing my raging hard-on. In the tank Lexi let out a muffled cry, shaking her head no. Monique looked at me for a long moment, still a little surprised.

Her expression changed until she got this wicked smile as she looked in on the horrified little lesbo. Then she affectionately patted me on the shoulder. “Enjoy yourself, honey,” she said to me, as I stepped inside. “If Chastity gives you any trouble I’ll tell her it was all my idea.”

She closed the door to the tank with a wink, sealing me in with the trembling little nymph. Monique made a brief inspection of the valves and connections. Then she headed back down to her station.

Lexi cried out as she was sealed in with me. She tried to rush the door, but it was much too late. I grabbed her with a laugh, pulling her against me with her back to me.

I chuckled into her ear, “I’d say it’s time for us to get better acquainted, wouldn’t you?”

She shook her head as she cried out, “HUNH-UNH!”

I reached around and started molesting her again. There was a sound of valves opening. That’s when water started rushing into the floor of the tank.

Lexi instantly let out a muffled cry as I fingered her cunt. She was wet and clenching. The slut trembled like mad.

Despite her protest, a part of her really seemed to be into it. I suspected the rest was nothing more than an act. Maybe she desired to add some excitement to her situation.

It wasn’t long until there was about a foot of water in the tank. It was certainly enough to drown her in. I forced her down onto her knees and then pushed her forward until she was horizontal, her head totally submerged.

She writhed and squirmed, bubbling as I held her down. I chuckled as I told her, “There’s not much water in here right now. But there’s certainly enough to drown in. Would you like to find out?”

She cried out in a flurry of bubbles, violently shaking her head. I pulled her up for a quick breath. Then pushed her back down, doing that several times just to give her a taste of things to come.

When I finally pulled her to her knees the water was rapidly approaching my crotch. My hard cock was throbbing with need. I showed it to her, only for her to snort and sputter, her eyes wide in horror.

It was time to remove the pecker-gag. I wanted to put her slutty mouth to use. She protested as she tried to resist me.

“No! I’ve never sucked cock before! Please… you can’t make me!” Despite our time in Chastity’s pool together she was acting like this was her very first time.

‘No problem,’ I thought as I gave her a nasty smile. I figured I could play along if she wanted. Then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

I turned to see an astonished Chastity sitting on the front couch with an unobstructed view of the two of us. Lexi spotted her as well. That’s when she cried out for assistance…

“Please, Mistress! You’ve got to help me! I was only doing what you – GLUMPH!”

I shoved my hard cock into her mouth, shutting her up as I looked directly at Mistress Chastity. I wanted to see her reaction as I needed to know if I had overstepped my bounds. All it took was a flash of something in her expression for me to realize her little fuck-toy was indeed mine to do with as I pleased.

“Suck it!” I demanded as the water slowly climbed my cock.

Little Lexi grunted and gurgled as I drove it deep down her throat. Her eyes got bigger as the water continued to rise. She finally snorted bubbles as the water reached her mouth and nose.

“What’s the matter?” I laughed. “Can’t you breathe?”

She cried out and bubbled as I firmly held her head in place. She grunted with each thrust as I drove my cock deep down her throat. I finally pulled out before pulling her head above water.

She gasped like crazy, coughing a little. Then she cried out, “Your cock is underwater! I can’t hold my breath!”

“Then you’ll probably drown,” I told her casually as I forced her back down.

She went under in a flurry of bubbles. She twisted her head and shoulders, struggling in vain. I simply forced my cock back into her mouth until she grunted as I fucked her face.

I glanced out the front of the tank. A large number of patrons had shown up to watch. Some were probably there out of morbid curiosity while others were clearly excited.

As I scanned the spectators I saw one woman stroking her man’s cock inside his unzipped trousers. Another had gotten onto her knees and was shamelessly blowing her male companion. Chastity had an attendant kneeling in front of her, no doubt to attend to her throbbing muff.

I pulled Lexi off my cock and showed her the audience we had garnered. “See, you little slut? Look at all the attention we’re getting. We’re putting on a nice little show for all the customers. Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that what you’re here for?

She started to say something. I just thrust my cock back between her lips. She grunted and gurgled as I fucked her face again.

I felt my cock start to swell as my balls ached for a release. I chuckled at her as I asked, “Are you ready for your cum cocktail?” There was an eruption of bubbles out of her mouth and nose as she tried to shake her head.

I drove my cock deep down her throat. I held it there as she gagged and grunted. A moment later I exploded in her mouth, filling her mouth with my seed.

She coughed an eruption of bubbles before I slowly pulled out of her mouth. My cum swirled out past her parted lips for everyone watching to see. She bubbled as I kept her head submerged to examine the results of her efforts.

Out in the audience I saw that one man grab his woman’s head, jamming his cock down her throat with a roar. Not too far away I saw that other guy’s eyes roll as his woman stroked him to a release. Then I pulled Lexi up for a breath, determined that everyone watching should get a great view of my full treatment of the little slut.

“Please!” she coughed and sputtered. “I can’t… hold my breath!”

I told her, “I guess you should’ve thought of that while you were bending over and flashing your ass to everyone while serving drinks.”

I lifted her body up out of the water enough to feel around for her tight little cunt with my cock. “NO!” she gasped, her eyes opening wide. “I’m a lesbian! You can’t!”

I pulled her down until I impaled her while my cock was still a little hard. She let out a cry while glancing out into the crowd. I could tell she was giving a pleading look in Chastity’s direction.

I thought I saw something flash in Lexi’s eyes. Was she non-verbally goading her Mistress, reveling in the cock she was getting? I just pushed her over backward until her head went under the surface.

She bubbled as I grabbed her tits. I gave them a savage groping as I fucked her hard. Little lesbo Lexi cried out an explosion of bubbles as she tried to thrash about.

I didn’t fail to notice her wrapping her legs around my ass. It was as though she was pulling me into her just as deep as I could go. An instant later the two of us were fucking each other like crazy, her tight little cunt squeezing the life out of my cock as she bubbled with her head underwater.

I pulled her head up, allowing her a couple of gasps for breath. Then I pushed her backward onto her back again. I drew my knees up underneath me as I submerged with her.

I raped her tight little fuck-hole with enthusiasm. She grunted and bubbled as she fucked me back. Gone was her defiance; she was getting from me what she truly seemed to want.

I stood up to pull her up several times for air. But it was never long enough to allow her to fully get her breath back. I brutally shoved her back down onto her back until she screamed a flurry of bubbles.

Her whole body stiffened until she started bucking. The little slut came all over my thrusting cock. She was so aroused in that position that I forced a couple of orgasms out of her as the water continued to slowly rise before I decided it was time to give her a change of scenery.

I pulled her upright, allowing her to gasp weakly for breath. I slid out of her pussy and turned her around so she was facing away from me. Then I turned the two of us so we were directly facing a rather excited crowd of spectators.

“Can you see how many there are out there?” I hissed into her ear. “They’re all watching me fuck the shit out of you. I wonder how many are secretly hoping I’ll drown your ass?”

I thrust my cock into her from behind. She whimpered as she shook her head. That’s when I shoved her forward head down into the water.

I grabbed her shoulders and started pounding her hard. I got a good view of Mistress watching us. Her eyes were wide with breathless excitement.

The poor attendant kneeling in front of her had her head jammed into her crotch. Chastity’s hands were fully entangled in her dark hair. The attendant was brutally humped as she was forced to feast on Mistress’ snatch.

The co-owner of the Club looked as though she didn’t have a single reservation about my raping her little fuck-toy in the drowning tank. She was happily getting her own sexual needs tended to as she watched the spectacle. But Chastity wasn’t the only one getting serviced.

I saw a handful of women bent forward over chairs as they were fucked from behind by their male companions. I even caught sight of Carmen discreetly fucking her secretary Sophia over near a corner, probably with that handy strap-on of hers. The whole scene had the makings of a full-blown orgy.

I finally decided it was time to move on to the grand finale. I pulled Lexi’s head up out of the water. Then I pulled my cock out of her cunt.

“One more hole to go!” I said aloud. “I think everyone here wants me to drown you as I rape your ass.” Then I loudly called out, “AM I RIGHT, FOLKS?”

There were eager cries of “YEAH – DROWN HER ASS!” and “DROWN THE SLUT!” as the little nymph whimpered helplessly.

“Time to fuck your shit-hole, little girl,” I gasped excitedly.

I pressed the head of my cock against her rosebud. Then I forced her head down into the water. A moment later I shoved my dick inside.

Little Lexi screamed a froth of bubbles as I violated her anus, raping her enthusiastically. I pulled her head up out of the water just to hear her agonized gasps for breath. Then I forced her head back under.

Amazingly, the little slut wrapped her legs around my waist again. I felt her push herself back against my thrusting shaft. A moment later she let out another bubbly scream.

I felt her stiffen before her orgasm tore through her little body. Her muscles tightly clenched as though trying to force my dick out of her ass. Her hands flexed like crazy as her body twisted about, impaled on my stiff cock.

I glanced around at everyone watching us. It seemed clear what they all wanted me to do to her. I was already leaning toward drowning her the moment I shoved little Lexi into the tank. But it wasn’t until I looked right into Chastity’s eyes and saw her eager expression that the decision crystallized in my mind.

My cock was on the verge of exploding in her ass when I pulled Lexi up for her very last breath. I loudly told her, “Time to drown, you little slut! Everyone out there wants me to snuff your ass! Last breath, little girl!”

I kept her head up long enough to allow her one final protest. “NO! You CAN’T! PLEASE…!” That’s all she got out as I cruelly pushed her down into the water.

She bubbled anxiously as I began to fuck her ass harder. I grabbed onto her waving braids, tilting her head up so everyone could watch her face as she drowned. The little slut grunted and bubbled as she tried to fight against me.

I couldn’t help noticing how frantically she fucked me back. It was as though she knew how little time she had left. Maybe she wanted to make the most of it. Maybe she wanted to please me. Or maybe she wanted to please Mistress Chastity who was watching with a lustful gleam in her eye.

I raped her ass relentlessly as she drove herself back against me, impaling herself deeply onto my throbbing rod. At the same time she put up a fierce struggle as though trying to break free. The more breathless she became, the more she seemed to fight me.

I could hear eager cries from the spectators… “DROWN HER – DROWN THE SLUT!” Then I felt it swell within me. A moment later Lexi grunted and gurgled with a jerk as her lungs gave out.

For a second I felt her body stiffen. Then she went into violent spasms as she started to drown with my cock up her ass. I think she was cumming again.

There was no way I could hold it back. My cock exploded inside her, my hot seed filling her rectum. I swear I heard her grunt in response as though she could feel me cumming inside her.

My eyes locked onto those of the fuck-toy’s Mistress. Chastity’s expression was one of breathless, wide-eyed excitement. She jammed the head of her poor attendant hard into her crotch as though eager to get off while her fuck-toy drowned.

I grabbed onto Lexi’s head as her body continued to jerk around, all caught up in the throes of drowning. I stared right into Chastity’s eyes, almost as though we were making a connection or something, Then I savagely twisted the head of her little lesbo fuck-toy.

There was a distinct “CRICK”. Lexi’s body jerked in response. That’s when I saw Mistress jerk with a start on the couch.

It was almost as though she’d actually experienced the sensation of me breaking her slut’s neck. Then she jammed the attendant’s face into her crotch so hard I thought she was going to smother the poor thing to death.

For a few seconds Lexi’s body bucked and jerked as I continued thrusting into her ass, allowing her tightening muscles to milk me dry. Her convulsions were the delicious spasms of one whose brain had been severed from her body. I barely acknowledged the cheers of the crowd as my focus was on the dying little slut in the tank.

Her body twitched and jerked spastically as I finished fucking her ass. Then there was no movement at all – no twitches or jerks. I found myself raping the ass of a corpse.

I finally pulled out, my cum leaking out of her anus. I rolled her over onto her back to look at her face underwater. The little slut looked astonished. Yet she had this incredible expression as though I’d broken her neck in the midst of a monstrous, never-ending orgasm.

Her mouth gaped open. Little bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. By now I think her lungs had fully flooded.

The spectators continued to applaud and cry out their approval. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. It seemed to harden up a little. I attributed it to an automatic response of the nerve endings in the immediate area.

I couldn’t help caressing her warm, yielding breasts as she floated limp in the water. I swung her around and moved between her legs. I spread them apart and did a little licking, tasting the flowing death-cum from her cunt as I lapped between her labia.

Her nectar was tantalizing, further confirming why Mistress had liked her so much. I licked a little more before deciding I’d had enough. Then I rolled her over face down before pushing her lifeless body aside.

“She’s all yours, Mistress!” I called out to Chastity with a smug expression. Then I turned to look at my wife Monique. By the look on her face I could tell she’d enjoyed my performance while standing at her station.

“You can drain the tank now.”

She reached down, looking a little breathless. I heard the sound of valves opening. Afterwards I heard the sound of flowing water.

A few minutes later the tank was empty. I was left standing with the corpse of a bound, naked young woman lying face down on the floor.

Monique came up onstage and let me out of the chamber. She handed me a towel as she picked up my robe. That’s when I saw Chastity approach the edge of the Entertainment stage. Her attendant had been left crumpled on the floor and was trying to get her breath back.

“Absolutely breathtaking, my dear boy! Such deliberate cruelty! You’re becoming more ruthless with each passing day! An absolutely superb performance!”

Nearby spectators murmured excitedly about what they’d just witnessed. Then they began to drift away, no doubt headed back to their gambling. I could tell by the look on some faces that our sex rooms were soon going to be in use. Even Mistress looked like she needed a fuck.

Chastity looked at the corpse on the floor of the drowning tank. Then she shook her head as though annoyed over something. “That wicked little slut! Taking her first cock and then getting herself snuffed for it! And here I was planning on impaling her juicy ass and then roasting the little bitch while she was still alive, just so I could watch her squirm around on the pole as she cooked. I wonder if she deliberately decided to take another way out.”

Mistress gave me a long, questioning look. Then she sighed as she shook her head. “Nothing we can do about it now, I guess.”

She looked down at the unmoving body. “I hope it was everything you wanted it to be, you little tart!” Then she turned and looked at me one last time, a look of amusement on her face.

“It sure looked like you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, my dear boy. I’m satisfied with the results if you are.” Then she turned and walked away, waving her hand dismissively.

“Throw the slut in the incinerator. She’s no good to me now. Sprinkle her ashes on the indoor plants. Maybe she’ll help them grow.” Then she was gone.

For a moment I’d forgotten I was still standing there naked. My wife helped me back into my robe. Then she wrapped me in her arms, kissing me fiercely.

“My gawd! I hope you enjoy yourself like that when it’s my turn to go! You really raped the little slut! And when you cruelly snapped her neck like that? GAWD!”

She kissed me hard again before pulling away. “I’ve got half an hour!” she told me breathlessly. “I want you to take me, damn you! Take me and fuck the shit out of me!”

I told her I’d already cum twice. But I would certainly do my best. “Just leave that to me,” she said with a wicked grin as we descended the Entertainment stage and headed off to find an empty sex room…

2010; 2020 (written Feb 9 ’10; ed. Jun 30 ‘20 by riwa)

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