Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.4 (7)

Posted on January 27, 2022 by riwa

Coming February rewards

The Santamos Island concierge
Someone is assisted by a nurse, but not necessarily in a good way.
Another chapter to Donna’s shore leave.
A story about an underwater killer photographer, inspired by an Aquafantasies clip.
Emma has an after-work visit with her boss.
I dreamed I drowned them 2, two more short stories inspired by pictures.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
The concluding chapter to the Melissa drowning saga.
A story about a lover’s fetish.
Another chapter to the game show Russian Roulette.
A second chapter to a story called My Mother the Breath-holder.
And another chapter to Girl’s Night Out (if I can get to it).

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

And here I thought January would prove to be mostly uneventful…

Mom had another fall. This time she had no idea how she reached the floor. So it was another trip to the emergency room. Long story short: she had a low blood count and a very slow heart-rate. So they installed a pacemaker. Mom no longer feels sluggish. She’s feeling much better than she has in a long time. We even went to a restaurant on her birthday. I’m appreciative she got through 2021 and that I got to have her around long enough for her to reach another birthday. So we’ll see what happens this year.

I’m working on more unfinished projects. I didn’t even make it a New Year’s resolution. I just told myself I need to see what I can finish up. So we’ll see how many I can get to this year.

I hope your January has been nice, with good health and minimal stress. Thank you for being my patrons.

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Going home with a stranger 4.4 (43)

Posted on January 25, 2022 by riwa

Part 1

Emma was in fine form as she worked her shift at the biker bar. The petite little Asian waitress was wearing a skimpy, poet hippie blouse with her daisy dukes, guaranteed to attract a lot of attention. What completed the ensemble was a pair of calf-high sand mocs she liked to wear, especially since they were soft enough for the floor vibrations of the cooler to penetrate through to the soles of her sensitive feet.

She was the center of attention as she moved among the tables serving drinks. Several eyes were upon her – both male and female – and she loved it. She sensed she was working up more than one customer into a lather with her small frame and enticing attire.

As much as she was getting appreciative glances from the customers, she was getting equally unhappy glares from her two working companions. They were not happy she was getting all the attention. Sometimes she overheard them talking about her, and she sensed she was pushing their buttons.

The little adrenaline junkie couldn’t help wondering what they might do to her if they ever managed to get her all alone. No doubt it would be deliciously wicked. She couldn’t help trembling as she imagined all the nasty things they might put her through just to make her suffer.

She enjoyed tormenting them with her attitude as well as her provocative apparel. But for now she had other fish to fry. It had been too long since she’d sucked her last cock.

Tonight she was in the mood. Her eyes kept scanning the interior of the bar in the hopes of finding a suitable male. From there it was only a matter of seducing them, perhaps even luring them into forcing her over her flirtatious ways.

She picked out a few worthy subjects. But unfortunately they’d brought along their girlfriends. She still managed to flirt like hell with them, angering their female companions even more. It further added to her erotic tingles as she imagined what those bitches might do to her in response to flirting with their boyfriends.

As the evening progressed she encountered a handful of promising prospects. But none of them seemed interested. All she could manage was some harmless flirting before heading off to wait on another table. It appeared her chances of finding the right man to seduce tonight was waning.

Her shift was winding down when a guy in a leather jacket came in. He looked to be close to her age. What’s more, he looked strong and rugged.

Those were the kind she liked most of all. He appeared to be just the type to rough her up a bit before forcing his cock down her throat. The thought gave her delicious tingles.

She immediately drifted his way before either of her working companions could get there first. She could tell he was interested by the way he looked her up and down. It made her quiver with arousal.

She took his order, brought his drink back and then accepted his invitation to sit down for a chat. In no time at all she was flirting like crazy despite the angry looks from her coworkers. She soon began envisioning a profitable conclusion to her shift, a conclusion where she would get to take him deep down her throat.

She played it cool, asking him what he was doing after her shift was over. He told her he was headed back to his apartment. She was certainly welcome to join him if she wanted.

Emma felt another erotic shiver ripple through her. What would he do to her once he got her back to his place? The thrill overpowered her good sense as she graciously accepted his invitation.

She excused herself to clean up her section, telling him she’d be ready to go in a few minutes. Then she waltzed back to the bar with her tray of empty glasses. She smirked as she told her coworkers, “Looks like I’ve got myself a date, you bitches.”

“Slut! Don’t you know better than to go home with strangers?”

“Jealous?” she shot back defiantly. “Maybe if you two gave better blowjobs you’d get more action!”

“Better watch your back, bitch!” the other snarled sourly. “One of these days I might catch you alone somewhere. Then I just might wipe that smug look off that fucking face of yours!”

Emma giggled with the knowledge she’d pushed their buttons again. One of these days they were going to make her pay. But it looked like it wasn’t going to be tonight.

“Don’t be pissed off with me,” she retorted innocently. “It’s not my fault he likes me.” Then she looked over at the guy waiting for her to return, giving him a seductive grin.

“Don’t wait up for me, bitches,” she told them with a smile. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got something juicy to go suck on.”

“Bitch!” they retorted in unison. She just giggled as she headed over to his table.

He stood up when she came over. “I’m all yours,” she told him, slipping her arm through his. Then she turned and blew her two coworkers a kiss, trembling excitedly at the angry glares they gave her.

If looks could kill…

—

He drove her to his apartment, telling her he would be more than happy to drive her back to the bar later to pick up her vehicle. She told him that would be fine with her. Then she followed him in through the front door.

The place was nothing special. The grand tour was finished in a matter of minutes. But Emma quickly picked up on the fact it had been decorated with a woman’s touch. She strongly suspected there was someone else in his life.

It occurred to her she might be taking an awful risk being alone with him in the apartment. All that did was add to the erotic tingles swirling inside her. It was terribly exciting knowing his girlfriend could walk in on them at any moment.

“Well?” he finally said as they stood facing each other in the living room.

“Well what?” she asked innocently. It was time to start playing hard to get.

“You gave me the impression…” he started to say as he reached for his fly.

“What impression?” she asked innocently.

She felt a jolt of erotic tingles as his face clouded. “At the bar you acted like…”

She promptly cut him off. She wanted to work him up into an angry mood, dangerous though that could turn out to be. “Acted like what?” she asked with a frown. “Surely you didn’t think I came over here because…”

“Well you damned sure gave me that impression! What the hell was all that back at the bar?”

“I was just flirting!” she protested indignantly. “Surely you didn’t think I was coming on to you, did you?”

“I damn well did, you bitch! Now I expect you to put out!”

“Where… in here?? It looks like you’ve already got a girlfriend! You never told me that!” Erotic tingles at the danger she might be putting herself in were growing stronger by the minute.

“You never acted like you cared one way or the other. So what if I’ve got a girlfriend! You acted like you were interested in giving me a blowjob tonight!”

“I did? When the hell did I do that??”

“At the bar, you fucking tease!”

“Look!” she shot back. “I was just trying to be nice is all! It’s what us waitresses are paid to do. If we’re nice to you we get better tips!”

She could sense were this was going. He was getting angrier by the minute. But she was getting herself all worked up the way things were developing.

There was just one hitch. She was taking a bit of a chance. If she wasn’t careful, she just might find herself in real trouble!

He glared angrily at her. “You were trying to be nice, eh? Well you can be nice by getting on your gawd-damned knees!”

“And you can be nice by taking me back to the bar. I don’t have to put up with this! You have a nice apartment and all. But I don’t want any part of no fucking girlfriend!”

“I said ‘GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES’, bitch!”

“What part of ‘take me back’ don’t you understand?”

Emma phrased her words carefully. She hadn’t actually said ‘no’ to him. She still wanted her blowjob; she just wanted him to force it on her.

“YOU FUCKING TEASE! NOW GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!”

“MAKE ME!” Emma shot back as a jolt of tingles hit her hard.

He lunged for her and she jumped out of the way. She let out a cry as she raced for the door. He got there before she could get it open.

He flung her back across the room. Emma bounced off the sofa and crumpled onto the floor. It left her momentarily stunned… and tingling like crazy.

He was upon her in seconds, opening his fly and pulling his pants down. Then he shoved it in her face. “Suck it, damn you! You’d better start sucking if you know what’s good for you!”

“Looks like I don’t have much choice in the matter,” Emma responded glumly.

She was trembling like mad; this was the best part. She was a little afraid she might embarrass herself by cumming right in front of him. But she was horny as hell as the cock she wanted hung at the ready.

She got down on her knees and took his cock in her hand. Then she started carefully licking the tip. He sternly told her, “Better do a good job, bitch, or those friends of yours at the bar might never see you again.”

“They’re no friends of mine,” she replied in rebuke, shivering at the eroticism of his threat.

She took him deeper into her mouth, allowing her tongue to swirl all around his quivering shaft. It was a nice cock, a glorious cock. And it was all hers!

Emma loved how she’d worked him into her erotic little plan. Once she got the mouthful she wanted he would calm down enough to drive her back to the bar to pick up her vehicle. Would she explain to him later how she enjoyed poking males into roughly making her suck cock? Maybe she’d let that remain her little secret.

It was possible he might not cooperate in the end. Would she be able to come up with a backup plan? She certainly hoped so.

It was a risk she loved to take. After all, she’d pulled this kind of stunt many times before. But she was fully aware how much trouble she could get herself into if she wasn’t careful.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe it was the damned adrenaline rush she loved. She was addicted, as every now and then she just had to push her luck in order to get herself off.

She backed off a little, causing him to roughly grab her by the back of her head. “I said SUCK, you fucking tease!” Then he started ramming his cock hard into her mouth.

She groaned as he shoved it in deep until it hit the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled as she felt the approaching storm that was her oncoming climax. She could not help wondering what he would do if he were to actually see her cum right in front of him.

He began to swell in her mouth. Emma knew she was in for his accumulating load. She took him deep, furiously bobbing up and down on his cock as he thrust it hard between her lips.

She tasted his creamy warmth as it filled her mouth. There was more than she had anticipated. She moaned as it leaked out around her lips.

She did her best to swallow it down. Emma was proud she’d gotten him to blow it all down her gullet. But in the heat of the moment she didn’t hear the front door open behind her…

“WHO THE FUCK IS THIS??!!”

It was a female voice. And the female sounded pissed. Emma felt an erotic jolt hit her hard as the situation took an unexpected turn for the worse.

“Angel, I can explain!” the boyfriend sputtered. “This is the, um… waitress from the bar and… and she needed…”

“I KNOW WHAT THE FUCKING WHORE NEEDED!”

Emma stiffened in alarm as those erotic tingles returned in a flurry. She could not help instinctively sucking him dry. Besides, it was too late to do anything about it now.

He been caught with his pants down. So she might as well complete the job. Did it really matter whether or not she was in deep shit? She would simply have to find a way out of her predicament.

She was suddenly pulled away from the cock she’d been working on. Then the petite little Asian was thrown clear across the floor. She shook her head as she tried to regain her bearings.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??!!” the woman shrieked at her. “THAT’S MY FUCKING COCK YOU’RE SUCKING ON!!”

Emma struggled to rise to her feet. Then she put on her most defiant expression. She knew better, but she was so turned on right now… so addicted to the rush she was experiencing.

“Look; I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend, ok? It’s not my fault. Maybe if you did a better job of sucking his cock then he wouldn’t have come on to me. Now if you two will excuse me I’ll be leaving. You two can figure out how to handle this fucking mess you made with each other on your own!”

“You’re not going anywhere!!” the woman screamed at her.

She jumped onto the petite little Asian, sending Emma to the floor. Then she climbed on top of her as the little bartender tried to fight her off. But she was much too big and Emma knew it.

Angry hands wrapped around the struggling Asian’s slender throat as the pissed-off girlfriend straddled her. The hands squeezed murderously. Emma’s eyes started to bug out as her panties became soaked from the erotic peril she found herself in.

This was getting deadly serious! Emma struggled in growing alarm as she tried to pry the hands off from around her neck. “STOP!” she gasped, her eyes flying open in horror as her pussy throbbed with a terrible ache at the danger she was in. “YOU’RE… CHOKIG ME…”

“Damn right I’m choking you!” the angry young woman sputtered. “The only good sluts in this fucking city are dead ones!”

“STOP!” Emma gasped, unable to pull air down her windpipe.

She started to rasp for breath as her tongue instinctively poked out. Her eyes felt like they were bulging out of their sockets. She became extremely dizzy as she clawed in vain at her attacker’s arms.

She heard the boyfriend’s anxious voice. But he sounded far away… “Angel? What are you doing to her?”

She tried to call out to him to intervene. But no words would come forth. It suddenly occurred to her she might end up being choked to death on the living room floor of some angry bitch’s apartment.

There was a roaring in her ears as she felt herself start to black out. She tried to wriggle and squirm underneath the angry woman, desperate to escape the peril she was in. But the bitch was a big biker chick just like her bastard of a boyfriend, easily overpowering her and keeping her down on the floor.

Emma let out a garbled cry that was unintelligible. Her eyes rolled as an overpowering climax hit her hard, devastating her. A moment later she passed out, fully believing she’d made a serious miscalculation and that she would never awaken.

Gawd! What the hell had she been thinking by risking going home with a stranger…?

2011; 2020 (written Aug 26 ’11; ed. Jul 16 ‘20 by riwa)

Part 2

Emma moaned softly as consciousness slowly returned. Her eyes fluttered open, only to discover she was lying on her chest on the bastard’s living room floor. That’s when she became aware his bitch of a girlfriend was hogtying her.

“What are you doing?” she muttered as she started to struggle.

“Just hold still!” her captor demanded sourly, tightly securing ropes around her writhing body.

“What are you DOING to me?”

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut! I think I speak for all women everywhere when I say you’ve got this coming to you!”

“You can’t do this to me!”

“Like hell I can’t!”

Emma caught sight of the guy she’d blown as he watched from the sofa. She could see some concern in his eyes. Perhaps he might help if she appealed to him.

“Make her stop, ok? She can’t DO this to me! She’s going to be in so much trouble!”

He lifted up his hands as though he wanted no part of it. “Hey; don’t talk to me. When Angel gets mad and sets her mind on something, there’s no stopping her.”

“Tell her I didn’t do anything – OW! That hurts, you bitch!”

“It’s going to hurt a lot worse before I get through with you, hun!”

“Don’t ‘hun’ me, you bitch! Just let me go and I’ll be on my way – OW! MY ELBOWS!”

“You think THAT’S bad? Try THIS on for size.”

Apparently she pulled hard on some rope. It caused Emma to cry out as it dug into her crotch. She moaned weakly, sensing she was in real trouble.

“I’m sorry, ok? Now let me go – OW!”

Rope was wrapped around her ankles, pulling them back at the knees toward her ass and her bound wrists. Emma panted heavily, her situation becoming worse by the moment. In desperation she gasped, “Let me go, ok? Let me go and I won’t tell a soul!”

“Oh, you won’t be telling anyone a thing after tonight, hun… not after I get through with you.”

The girlfriend tugged on another length of rope. It caused Emma to cry out again in pain. But her most noticeable sensation was the erotic jolt of alarm at that last comment.

She whimpered and moaned as she struggled in vain. Things were going downhill rapidly. If only she hadn’t come home with some strange guy she’d just met at the bar just to get some cock for her mouth!

“Almost finished,” the woman named Angel chuckled sinisterly. “Just one more loop for you, hun.”

She grabbed Emma’s head by a handful of hair, yanking her head back. “Say ‘ahh’!” she giggled. Then she looped a coil right over Emma’s head, snugging it up against her throat before patting her on the head like a good little puppy.

“There you go, hun. All set.”

She gave the rope a good tug. It caused the petite little Asian to gasp upon finding herself partially strangled. “WAIT!” she rasped in alarm, her kitty screaming at her as the crotch ropes rubbed her mercilessly. “You can’t… do this to me! I can’t… breathe!”

“I think the little slut has finally gotten the idea!” Angel crowed triumphantly.

She rose up and walked over to the sofa. Then she sat down next to her nervous boyfriend. “Enjoy the show this slut’s going to put on for us, baby. This will definitely be better than cable!”

She laughed as she leaned forward, not wanting to miss a single moment. Emma started to wriggle and squirm, desperately trying to slip out of her bindings. All she accomplished was making the crotch ropes rub her kitty even harder as the rope around her neck tightened around her windpipe.

“PLEASE… CAN’T… DO THIS TO ME… HELP… CAN’T BREATHE…!”

“Why don’t you try squirming a little more, hun?” Angel suggested, her eyes flashing excitedly. “I think you almost had it there.”

The anxious Asian struggled again. That only made the rope tighten around her neck. The harder it got to breathe, the wider her eyes opened in alarm.

“Getting hard, baby?” Angel asked her boyfriend with a sly grin. “Here; let me help you with that.”

She unzipped his fly and exposed his hardening cock. Then she smiled as she took it in her hand. “I can understand why you like cock, hun,” she chuckled at a wriggling Emma. “I love sucking on it too.”

Emma rasped and gurgled, struggling to ease the tension around her neck. She saw Angel lean over and take her boyfriend’s dick into her mouth. The bitch began sucking on it lovingly, all the while keeping a watchful eye on her sexily squirming captive.

“Please!” Emma gasped. “I can’t… breathe…!”

“Now that’s a crying shame; ain’t it, babe?” the cruel woman asked her boyfriend with a chuckle. “The poor thing’s finding it hard to breathe. Don’t worry, baby” and she stroked his erection even more. “It’s ok if you get hard watching her suffer. I’m horny as hell just watching the little slut strangle herself.”

Emma felt a jolt of horrifically erotic tingles hit her hard. She was on the verge of a humiliating orgasm. But that was something she had no desire to experience right in front of the two of them sitting on the sofa.

The noose was exquisitely strangling her. Worse, the crotch ropes rubbed her mercilessly. She didn’t think she could hold it back much longer.

“Look at her eyes, babe!” Angel observed excitedly. “I think the bitch LIKES it! She’s actually going to CUM for us!” Then she took her boyfriend’s cock deep down her throat, leaning over at an angle to watch the struggling Asian so as not to miss a single, erotic moment.

Emma struggled weakly, gasping for breath as she tried to relieve the stress around her neck. But it was no use. A moment later the erotic horror of her situation caught up to her.

She winced as she climaxed shamefully hard. She moaned and gurgled, her hands flexing behind her back. Her feet wriggled in her mocs as the orgasm washed warmly through her body.

The sadistic biker chick gasped incredulously as she stroked her boyfriend’s cock. “Did you see THAT, baby? The fucking slut just creamed herself! Look at her eyes! The little bitch looks like she’s high!”

Emma moaned weakly, only to gasp for a partial breath. She was having a hard time getting any kind of air down her windpipe. What’s more, she could feel the humiliating onset of a second orgasm.

“Please!” she rasped, coughing and sputtering. “Can’t…… breathe…. let me….. go!”

“Oh, we’re going to let you go all right, you little slut. After you’ve been good and strangled, we’re hauling your sorry ass down to the dock. Then we plan on throwing you into the river so you can have a nice swim to cool off. Oh, don’t worry, hun. We’ll leave those ropes on nice and tight for you.”

Emma shuddered in erotic horror, wondering if she’d pushed her ‘danger fetish’ just a little too far. Was the bitch actually going to make sure she didn’t make it out alive?? “NO!” she croaked. “WON’T GET… AWAY WITH IT… YOU’LL BE… SORRY… PLEASE… CAN’T BREATHE!”

“Oh I’m sorry, all right!” the biker chick snarled at her. “I’m sorry I can’t get more of you sluts off the street! All you bitches think you can suck our men off and then get away with it? Not THIS time, hun! This time I get his cream all to myself while you get strangled!”

She leaned over and started sucking him deep, her lips brushing against his balls. Emma choked and strangled on the floor in front of them. His cock actually swelled in her mouth.

Was it from the blowjob he was receiving? Or was it the sight of the slut asphyxiating right in front of them? He wasn’t sure, but it certainly didn’t help the way his girlfriend caressed his balls, her eyes watching the struggling little Asian the whole time.

Emma tried to wriggle free. But the ropes were too tight. Now she could clearly feel a second orgasm charging toward her.

She pleaded one last time with her eyes, gasping and gurgling. Then she heard the bitch moan as she took her boyfriend’s load. The petite little Asian caught sight of his spunk as it dribbled down her cheeks.

Angel grinned wickedly at her, her eyes flashing. “I get his cum. But you get to strangle for us.”

The girlfriend bobbed up and down to clean him off. That’s when Emma was hit by a devastating climax. It washed hotly through her body, battering her senseless.

She got dizzy as hell as she tried to breathe. But she was deeply strangled as she weakly writhed about on the floor. Her eyes rolled as darkness overtook her, battering her into unconsciousness.

“Oh no, you don’t!” the biker chick declared, leaping up and rushing over to loosen the rope from around Emma’s neck. “You don’t get off THAT easily, hun! I want you wide awake when we toss you into the river. I hear drowning can be such a painful way to die. So I want you to savor every delicious moment!”

Angel turned grimly toward her boyfriend. “Help me throw this fucking slut into the trunk of my car, ok? You’re going to help me take her down to the river and throw her in.”

“Yes, honey,” he said meekly.

As it turned out, he was more afraid of his girlfriend than he was of anything else. He stood up and zipped up his pants. Then he walked over to help his girlfriend gather up an almost unconscious Emma for her trip down to the river.

—

Emma moaned weakly as consciousness fully returned. It was dark and uncomfortable all around her. But there was the distinct sensation of movement.

She was still bound and tied. At least the noose around her neck had been removed. Then she suddenly rolled as what she was in shifted.

Where was she? Then it came back to her. She was barely conscious when…

FUCK; I’M IN THE BITCH’S TRUNK!

She remembered the ominous comment about being thrown into the river. Emma gasped in alarm. Instantly she began working frantically to loosen the ropes that bound her.

Her goose would be cooked if she was tossed into the water the way she was now. The crotch ropes were still in place, mercilessly tantalizing her kitty. She had to fight not to surrender to the painfully forced pleasure she was experiencing as she fought to free herself.

She had just worked a couple of ropes loose when the car she was in suddenly came to a stop. There was a distinct smell in the air, the smell of river water. Then Emma heard two car doors slam, immediately followed by the voice of that bitch Angel.

“We’re here, baby. Let’s throw the bitch off the fucking dock and then get the hell out of here!”

Emma whimpered as she renewed her efforts. Then she heard the sound of a key in the trunk. A moment later it lifted open.

She looked out into a night dimly illuminated by the faint lights of the big city off in the distance. “We’re here, hun,” Angel said as she looked down on her, flashing her teeth in a wicked grin. “This will be your last stop. I sure hope you brought a dive mask and scuba gear along with you. No? Oh well… too bad.”

Emma felt a jolt of horrific tingles as she gasped to catch her breath. “Don’t do this!” she begged. “We can make a deal, ok? I’ll do anything you want!”

“Oh, you’re going to do what I want, all right. It’s simply really. I just want you to drown in the river. Now let’s get you out of that trunk, shall we?”

Emma cried out as boyfriend and girlfriend reached in and lifted her out. The sadistic bitch carried her by her armpits as her submissive companion got her by her knees. Together they hauled her down a slope to an anchored dock that floated partway out into the moving water.

“You won’t get away with this!” the frightened Asian gasped anxiously, her heart hammering in her chest. “You’ll go to prison for sure! You’ll end up being someone else’s bitch!”

“Not when the only witness to my crime is lying at the bottom of the river,” Angel told her with a cruel smile. “Now it’s time for your little swim.”

Emma squirmed and struggled as she yelled at the top of her lungs. Wasn’t there someone out there who might hear her desperate pleas?? “NOOO! SOMEBODY HELP ME! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

Emma heard the clump of feet as they walked her out onto the dock. She felt the foundation underneath her give from the sensation of wood floating upon water. Then they reached the end of the dock.

Emma was treated to the lights of the city reflecting off the water as the river wound its way toward the large metropolis. “LET ME GO!” she cried out one last time.

“Oh, we’ll let you go in a moment,” Angel chuckled sinisterly. “There’s just one more arrangement I need to make.”

With a deft move she looped a coil of rope back around Emma’s neck. It asphyxiated her again as it choked off her cries for help. “There,” she chuckled with sadistic cruelty. “That ought to really get you off. Strangling AND drowning? Mmmm! I bet you’re going to put up one hell of an erotic struggle as you settle into your watery grave.”

Emma gawked and gurgled, rasping for breath as she tried to free herself. “CAN’T BREATHE… NOT TOO LATE TO… CHANGE YOUR MIND… DON’T DO THIS… WON’T GET… AWAY WITH IT…”

“Hun?” the woman said, giving her an icy glare. “If I had my way I’d strangle and drown every fucking slut in this town! But that’s ok. For now I’ll just start with you.”

She turned to her boyfriend who was dutifully holding onto Emma’s knees. “On three, ok? Then we pitch her into the water. One…” and they started to swing Emma back and forth…

“NOOO!” – gawk – “DON’T…”

“…two…”

“PLEASE DON’T… DROWN ME…”

“…THREE!”

With a mighty heave Emma was launched into the air with a garbled cry. Then she hit the water with a splash. Her clothes immediately took her down.

She climaxed almost immediately at the horror of dying from a drowning strangulation at the bottom of the river.  She could feel the current carry her downstream as she went ever deeper into the darkness and chill of the depths. She struggled to hold her breath, even as her legs tried to straighten, resulting in strangling herself.

—

Angel and her boyfriend watched for a few moments, admiring the burst of bubbles erupting up at the surface. Then she turned and punched him in the stomach. “You bring home one more slut like that and I’ll cut your fucking balls off in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping! You GOT THAT??”

“Yes, Angel,” he responded meekly. As his girlfriend stormed back to the car he took one last look at the water before turning and following her…

—

The water was fucking cold! Emma thrashed about like mad, struggling to get back to the surface. The noose was choking her, but some of the ropes had loosened.

An arm suddenly came free. Her lungs heaved as she struggled to break free. If she didn’t get back to the surface right away she would never make it.

She wriggled and squirmed, pulling frantically with her arm. Her head came up out of the water, far enough downstream for her captors not to notice. She got half a breath that was choked off from the noose. Then she slipped back under the surface with a burble.

She grunted and gurgled, air dribbling out of her mouth and nose. Her kitty was screaming at her at the erotic thought she might very well end up in a watery grave. But she was determined not to go down without a fight.

She pulled frantically with her arm, popping up and snatching another half-breath. She could only imagine that fucking bitch getting off imagining her struggle to survive. It was nearly enough to trigger a second orgasm, and she fought like hell to hold it back.

The cold was sapping her energy; exhaustion was setting in. Emma knew she didn’t have enough strength to struggle much longer. Besides, the strangling rope was making her dizzy as hell.

With a frantic jerk she somehow managed to work her other arm free. But her legs were still bent at the knees, the noose strangling her exquisitely as it connected to her ankles. She pulled with her arms as she popped up at the surface, noticing to her relief that she was not far from shore.

She gagged and gurgled as she half swam, half dog-paddled. If she could reach the shallows she might be able to reach back and loosen the rope around her neck. But it was taking everything she had.

With one last lunge she settled onto a shallow spot. Emma was able to get a little rest without having to work to stay near the surface. She reached back, gawking and gurgling as she struggled with the coil around her throat.

Some of the ropes had loosened. But others had tightened in the water. Emma was afraid she still might strangle herself to death, only for her body to be found on this section of river.

She reached back, feeling extremely dizzy as her kitty screamed at her. She found a loose end and pulled with all her might. Then her feet suddenly flopped over as her orgasm battered her into unconsciousness…

—

Mercifully the cold water she was lying in awakened her quickly. Emma somehow clawed her way to shore. She was desperate to get out of the frigid water.

She finally found some dry land. She clambered onto the bank, shedding the rest of the ropes from her body. Then she simply lay there panting heavily, her body tingling wildly from the adventure she’d just survived.

“Stupid slut!” she muttered to herself. “That ought to teach you not to go home with strangers!” But deep down she wondered how long before she tried it again.

Would it be two weeks? Three at the most? How long before her dangerous fantasies lured her into another risky encounter with a stranger?

She rested a few minutes more before she got the strength to stand up. For now it was just a matter of getting her bearings. Then she headed back to the bar to pick up her vehicle.

She patted her pocket. At least the keys had somehow stayed with her. In this late evening heat she figured she would drip-dry soon enough.

It occurred to her she might need to move away for a while. She didn’t want to run into Angel again. Maybe a couple years down in Florida would make the bitch forget all about her.

As she started walking she realized she might be far enough away where a ride would be beneficial. But first she would have to get back to the road. That’s when Emma started tingling again. Hitchhiking this late at night in the outfit she was wearing could very well lead to yet another dangerous little adventure…

2011; 2020 (written Aug 26 ’11; ed. Aug 7 ‘20 by riwa)

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Air mattress in the cove 4.1 (15)

Posted on January 20, 2022 by riwa

Note: an older, re-edited story.

Melanie loved spending her summers on the South coast of France. She loved removing the top of her favorite camouflage bikini and going topless. And on those rare occasions when she found the right beach she would lie out sunbathing in the nude.

She loved the attention she got from the men who walked by. It made her feel sexy. She also thought that the dragon tattoo on the right side of her stomach gave her an air of daring, causing her to garner even more attention to herself. But sometimes she preferred sunbathing on a private stretch of beach away from prying eyes.

She loved the warm waters of the Mediterranean. She would frequently wade in up to her chest. She liked to dunk herself and blow bubbles, enjoying the way her flaming red hair would swirl around her face. But the one thing she hadn’t learned yet was how to swim.

She could paddle a little like some of the dogs she saw in the water. But she suffered from a bad case of arrogance. She had neither the desire nor the patience to attend a class to learn how to swim properly. She always believed she would either eventually teach herself or that one day she would run into the right man who would give her special lessons.

She was always careful whenever she entered the water, usually making sure she never got in over her head. A couple of times she waded out into water up past her shoulders. But that was as far as she went, although she did long to go out into deeper water. She always made sure of the depth beneath her, especially since she didn’t want to get caught in a retreating tide and pulled out to sea.

One day she walked down to the beach in her camouflage bikini, carrying a towel large enough to lie upon. She also carried another towel she intended to use if she got her hair wet. She was in the mood to do a little topless sunbathing. But if everything worked out she was seriously going to consider shedding her bottoms.

The beach had a few individuals, most of them nude or topless. But she wanted some privacy. So she made her way along the sand in her bare feet.

She was contemplating a private section she knew just around the bend. It contained a sheltered cove that was virtually unaffected by the tidal currents. If she found herself alone she was going to do a little skinny-dipping. She also thought she might try wading out into water at eye level, perhaps to blow a few bubbles.

When she rounded the corner she smiled to see her favorite stretch of beach was empty. That’s when she noticed someone had left a translucent green air mattress lying around. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at how someone could leave such a thing behind. She suspected it belonged to some uncaring foreign tourist.

She walked over to it and discovered it was functional. The idea of floating on the water appealed to her, especially with such a device in her possession. She could safely drift out into deeper water with the mattress underneath her.

Moving around would be no problem. She could easily paddle herself out and then back into shore in the sheltered section of water. The mattress would keep her head up out of the water.

She blew it up until it was total inflated. Melanie checked it for leaks. But there did not seem to be any.

When she looked around and confirmed she was still alone. So she shed her bikini top and bottoms, tucking them into her towels. Then she headed for the water with the mattress in her grasp.

She waded in up to her knees. Then she jumped onto the inflated material. Her forward momentum sent it drifting out toward the gateway to open water.

She rolled off it with a splash, bubbling with delight. Then she climbed back on. It was the perfect discovery for a morning dip before the beach would become crowded.

She slipped off and hung onto the end as she moved out into deeper water. Melanie kicked her legs, happily splashing as she steered the inflatable object around. She was careful to keep sight of the shoreline, wanting to keep the beach well within reach.

She delighted in the feel of cool water all over her naked body. She had a sudden urge to be daring. Melanie wanted to test her abilities. So she took a deep breath and went under as she clung to the mattress, her heart beating fast.

There was nothing beneath her feet other than the cool of the Mediterranean. She felt a jolt at the knowledge she was in water well over her head. She bubbled as she pulled herself back up with her arms, clinging to the mattress as her hair matted down over her face.

Being submerged was a thrill she hadn’t anticipated. So she took a deep breath and pushed herself back under. Once more she bubbled, her red tresses flowing around her.

She pulled herself back up. Feeling confident in herself. What if she let go of the mattress entirely? She could do that, couldn’t she?

She went underwater, this time letting go. She felt a jolt of alarm. So she quickly kicked herself right back up and grabbed onto the mattress.

Her heart beat fast. It had been a little scary. But the mattress had been right there and nothing bad had happened, right?

She tried it again, pushing herself under and holding her breath. She was not as alarmed as before. Then she kicked herself right back up.

This time the mattress had drifted a couple feet away. But with a quick lunge she kicked toward it. Melanie was able to grab onto it again.

She let out a playful laugh. She was exhilarated at the joy of her newfound play-toy. What’s more, she was now using it to overcome her anxiety of being in deep water, especially here on her own private section of beach where she could enjoy a nude dip.

She pushed herself downward again, reveling in the sensuous feeling of cool water on bare skin. Her nipples hardened considerably until she felt herself becoming more than a little aroused. Melanie bubbled happily as she kicked upward, bursting up for a breath before reaching out and grasping the air mattress once again.

With a floatable object within easy reach she became a bit more daring. Melanie became curious as to whether or not she could reach the bottom. Just how deep was she? Could she push her feet into the sandy soil below?

Taking a deep breath she pushed herself downward. Air trickled out of her nose as she used the palms of her hands to push herself down. Once more she felt that anxiety the deeper she went.

She fought off the feeling as she waved herself deeper. She wanted to reach the bottom where the water would feel cooler. A little more and she felt her toes push into the sand

Hooray – success! With a triumphant burble she kicked upward, pulling with her arms. In no time at all she was back at the surface, clinging to the mattress and panting quietly. It was over her head, but not very deep.

“That was easy!” she told herself. A surge of confidence coursed through her veins. That’s when she found herself wanting a better challenge.

She kicked herself out a little deeper, feeling the excitement well up in her chest. Then she pushed off, waving her arms with her palms up as she worked her way down again. Her red hair streamed above her as she released bubbles.

Melanie felt the seductive caress of cool water flowing over her exposed crotch. It made her hot with arousal. She loved the way the way cool water turned her on.

It took her a little longer, and her anxiety toyed at the fringes of her consciousness. But once again she managed it. Melanie touched the sandy bottom with her toes, gleefully wriggling them around.

She kicked upward, pulling with her arms. ‘Now I can teach myself how to swim!’ She grinned as she chased her bubbles back to the surface.

She popped up and discovered the mattress had drifted out of reach. She felt a minor jolt of alarm. But she confidently paddled toward it, an awkward mixture of kicking and flailing with her arms.

Once again she reached it with no trouble at all. Melanie smiled triumphantly. This wasn’t bad at all; in fact it was actually quite exciting!

She clung to the mattress, her slender legs kicking back and forth as she shivered with delightful tingles. She checked her distance back to the beach. It was well within range.

She wanted to go farther out. Melanie wanted to challenge herself even more. Now she could tell her friends she could reach the bottom of the ocean by herself… well, so long as an air mattress was around.

She was enjoying submerging and surfacing in the nude. She wanted to do a little more while she was still in possession of the inflatable. What if the owners came back and demanded it?

She was really becoming turned on. Being naked in cool water, going all the way to the bottom, was resulting in a sexual desire that was starting to throb in her pussy. Could she get herself off like this?

Melanie suddenly became curious. How long could she hold her breath? She was becoming more confident submerging. Now would be a good time to further test her abilities.

She was not wearing a watch. But she could gauge how well she was doing. Melanie filled her lungs before pushing herself downward off the mattress.

Once more air trickled out of her nostrils. Her red hair streamed upward toward the surface. It felt wonderful.

She had to wave her palms up harder. She had to work for it a little more as she was definitely out in deeper water. But once again she felt her feet touch the sandy bottom.

Melanie felt a thrill she’d managed the task yet again. Buoyancy wanted to lift her back up. She kept waving herself down until she was almost crouching.

She looked all around, releasing bubbles out of her nose. It was an incredible sensation being this far below the surface. She looked up to see she was probably no more than 5 meters down… maybe 6.

She looked up, her vision somewhat blurred by the water. She could clearly make out the mattress above her. It looked to be moving a little.

Was there a small breeze at the surface? Melanie felt a surge of uneasiness. That’s when she decided she’d been under long enough.

She kicked herself off the bottom, pulling hard with her arms. Air bubbled freely past her lips. She angled herself up toward the mattress and reached it easily enough.

She clung to it as it drifted out into the middle of the cove. Melanie panted happily at her progress. It felt like she’d been down a lot longer that time. With a little bit of practice she could go deeper… hold her breath and stay on the bottom even longer.

She kicked herself a little farther out. For the first time since she’d started her adventure she felt a flicker of hesitation. Was she going out too far?

An inner voice warned her not to get too cocky and to stay within range of the beach. Melanie acknowledged the voice. But she was having too much fun to stop now. Besides, a few more descents and she might very well cum without touching herself.

She moved closer to the opening in the cove to the Mediterranean beyond. She could hear the surf, indicating she was farther out than she’d ever been before. But she was becoming more confident in her abilities. Besides, she could easily ride the mattress back into shore if need be.

This time she took a really deep breath. She wanted to be down on the bottom much longer. Melanie wanted to hold her breath while enjoying the sensation of cool water on naked skin at the bottom of the sea.

Melanie filled her lungs. Then she pushed herself off the mattress, setting it in motion as she headed toward the bottom feet first. This would give her two nice challenges: a nice long breath-hold on the bottom followed by the swim back up to retrieve the moving mattress.

She ignored the warning in her head as she worked her way down. She was too excited with her challenge to pay it much attention anyway. She allowed more bubbles to trickle out of her nose as her hair swirled above her head from her descent.

It took longer to get to the sandy bottom. As she looked all around she understood why. The bottom had quickly dropped off the farther away from shore.

Melanie felt a delicious shiver of unease. But she had a task to perform. She didn’t want to chicken out and abort. She could do this!

Melanie burbled as she waved her way downward with the palms of her hands. She felt the coolness of sand as her toes wriggled into it. She smiled inwardly, feeling a surge of triumph.

It had taken a little extra effort. But she’d made it. That’s when she tried to settle in for a nice, long breath-hold, crouching on the floor of the cove as she looked upward.

She was definitely deeper, although the sun was still penetrating to her depth in the clear Mediterranean Sea. The water was bracingly cool. But it made her pussy hot with arousal knowing how deep she was.

Her nipples were incredibly hard. Melanie was more than a little excited. Her red hair flowed gently around her head as it began to settle.

Melanie brushed the strands out of her face. She looked up in an effort to locate the air mattress floating on the surface. It was farther away, much farther than she thought it should be.

She could see it heading toward the opening in the cove. It was drifting toward the stronger current of the tides beyond. If it went much farther the tide might catch it. If she wasn’t careful she might lose her prize.

Melanie felt a jolt of alarm. Instinctively she kicked off the bottom with her feet. Then she tried to angle herself in the direction of the mattress.

Something was wrong. It looked like it was trying to get away! And she was still over halfway down!

Her lungs began to heave as she frantically pulled upward with her arms while kicking with her legs. The stirrings of panic spurred her onward. Melanie began to fear she might have pushed her luck a bit too much.

Damn; she was deep! She felt so heavy; why was it taking so long? She must have bubbled a lot of her breath away.

She gave up trying to angle toward the mattress. Melanie needed the surface right now. She shot straight up, desperate for her next breath.

She burst up out of the water, gasped for air. Then she slipped right back under the surface. Without the reassuring touch of the mattress in her grasp she began to panic.

She popped up again, gasping once more as her hair plastered itself all over her face. She frantically brushed it out of her eyes as she slipped under again. Then she popped back up and turned to find the air mattress had drifted several meters away.

She slipped under again, bubbling in growing panic. She had to choose between going for the mattress or heading back to shore. Then she turned to look at the beach.

Right away she knew it was too far away. She seriously doubted she could make that swim. She could only paddle, and that was many, many meters away.

She slipped back under; she’d not learned how to tread water very well. She came back up sputtering. Then she frantically set off toward the wayward mattress.

It was her own fault. She’d gone too deep. And she’d pushed against the mattress too hard to give herself a challenge.

Melanie thought she could make it. She told herself she could make that. She just had too!

Melanie kicked and paddled toward the mattress. She gasped and whimpered as her heart hammered in her chest. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around. She just had to reach that mattress!

She could feel herself getting tired. Her forward moment wasn’t very fast. The mattress was still several meters away.

Instinctively she reached out for it, only to slip under the surface again. It scared her, and she frantically popped back up gasping and sputtering. Then she slipped back under.

She came up coughing and gasping. Once more she began that clumsy paddling toward the floating mattress. Melanie could feel panic setting in.

She was so tired. And she was out of breath. What’s more, the mattress appeared to be heading away from her as though not wanting to be caught… heading toward the entrance to the cove where the breeze made the water ripple that much more.

Melanie slipped under yet again. She kicked herself right back up, whimpering and crying out. In desperation she turned toward the beach.

She started to paddle toward it, only to discover how far away she was. Now she could feel the effects of the rippling surf of the Mediterranean. She was too far out in the cove and was starting to bob up and down.

Melanie turned and began paddling frantically toward the air mattress. She reached out for it, an arm frantically outstretched. But it was still well out of reach.

She got tired and slipped under the surface once more. She frantically kicked upward. Melanie popped up and gasped for breath, only to slip back under.

She shook her head in growing terror. She couldn’t tread water. Hair swirled all around her face.

She flailed for the surface, bubbles spewing out of her mouth. She popped up and gasped for breath. Then she slipped back under.

She grunted as she kicked upward again. Melanie burst up and gasped for breath. But she was too tired and slipped right back under.

There was no time to cry out, no time to scream for help. She was exhausted, struggling to keep her head at the surface. Melanie was too busy trying to breathe without vocalizing her distress… not that anyone was around to notice.

Melanie took a deep breath and then slipped back under. Tired muscles gave out on her. She drifted in place less than a meter below the surface.

She writhed and thrashed about as she struggled to contain the air in her lungs. She a burst of adrenaline and she shot up for another breath. Melanie coughed and gagged as her head popped up.

The mattress was floating nearby. But it was tantalizingly out of reach. By then her mind was overridden by full-blown panic.

She kept on going under. Each time that happened, her focus was on getting back to the surface. But then she would slip under again, bubbling frantically.

Her hair flowed around her face, obscuring her vision. She didn’t even try to brush it away. She kicked herself back to the surface and got a qui kbreath, only to slip below the surface again.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Melanie was filled with panic. That’s when she reflexively sucked water into her lungs.

She shot up for a breath, coughed and then slipped back under. Melanie coughed as she sucked down more water. Instinctively she began flailing upward with her arms, kicking haphazardly in a purely reflexive manner.

Air spewed out of her mouth as she coughed and gurgled. Every time she inhaled she coughed out more air. Soon she was coughing out water.

She flailed a meter under the surface, going nowhere in her disorganized thrashings. She began having painful convulsions, her lungs spasming as she tried to breathe. Her breasts bounced and heaved each time her body jerked and shuddered from another useless inhalation.

At some point Melanie was dimly aware of her body climaxing. A wisp of her creamy discharge leaked out of her pussy. But she wasn’t the least bit interested.

Her struggles lessened until her muscles gave out altogether. For a moment she drifted in place, every fiber of her being feeling brutally violated by flooding water. She tried to scream but she couldn’t move her lips. Besides, all that came up were a few solitary bubbles.

She looked up at the surface in shock as her lungs flooded. An occasional convulsion bent her over at the waist. The occasional bubble slipped past her parted lips.

Melanie was still conscious. Her body hurt like hell. Then she became aware of the fact she was actually sinking… heading once more for the bottom, away from the air her lungs so badly needed.

Her nude body drifted downward until she came to rest on her back on the sandy bottom. Her dying eyes looked up at the surface above. Melanie had just enough time for her mind to acknowledge the arrogance that had cost her her life. Then her vision faded as consciousness slipped away into merciful oblivion…

Later that afternoon a group of men and women in their early 20’s came to the cove. They stumbled upon the towels, the discarded bikini pieces and the air mattress that had eventually drifted back to shore. A quick search revealed nothing else.

It was assumed the items had been left behind. There was no other sign anyone had been there. No one knew what to do, so the items were left alone.

It wasn’t until a couple days later when Melanie’s body rose up near the surface from the buildup of the gases inside her that she was discovered. One of the girls who was swimming halfway out into the cove came upon her body as it was slowly drifting up. It made her let out an ear-splitting shriek of horror.

Two young men quickly swam out and brought Melanie’s body back in. But it was deemed far too late to save the unfortunate young woman. They summoned the local authorities to report what appeared to be an accidental drowning…

2011; 2020 (written for Kelly Jan 30 ’11; ed. Feb 28 ‘20 by riwa)

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

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Inspected and rejected 4.1 (34)

Posted on January 15, 2022 by riwa

The town was quickly taken. Most of the men of fighting age were taken out and shot. That left the women and children.

I dared not disappoint Rambova and Nazimova. So I went through the women captives. I took out seventeen of the prettiest, aged from the late teens to early twenties.

Irena met me as the squad and I escorted the women to the two impatient female officers. She leaned close and whispered, “I believe you picked out some good ones in this bunch. They should be pleased.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“A large beam has been erected. See to it.”

“How many nooses, Irena?”

She gave the frightened women a quick glance. She seemed to have a knack for gauging these things. “I would say no more than twelve.”

I nodded before I turned and walked away. I got two soldiers to help me string up a bunch of nooses on the beam. Then we found a stool we decided should prove to be acceptable.

When I returned I discovered the females had all stripped for inspection. Rambova and Nazimova were looking at each one most thoroughly, poking and prodding. Breasts were squeezed and pussies were fingered.

Irena pulled two away from inspection the moment she saw me. “They already rejected these two. You know what to do.”

A soldier followed me as we escorted the two to the end of the beam where the first two nooses awaited. The women looked up and gasped in horror. I took the first one who was a brunette of perhaps 19. I helped her up onto the stool, looped the noose around her neck and then promptly pulled the stool away without even securing her.

She was still kicking when I moved the stool to the adjacent noose. The waiting blonde let out a plaintive cry as I helped her up. I didn’t bother to tie her hands either. I just noosed her and then pulled the stool away.

The two women kicked as they reached upward and grabbed their ropes, trying to pull themselves up to relieve the agony. It only took ten or fifteen seconds before their arms came down. They rasped as their struggles lessened until they gently swung back and forth, their bladders having given way.

Irena soon brought two more over. “They do not want these either.” I nodded in understanding as I moved the stool to the third noose.

I had no idea why these women were being rejected by Rambova and Nazimova. I presumed the two had very specific tastes in the captives they desired to spend their off-hours with. Our soldiers would not have rejected them thus. But I knew it was not wise to cross them as they had moved up in the ranks to become very powerful officers.

I grabbed the arm of the young woman in flowing brown hair and forced her up onto the stool. She looked frozen with fear, much like catching a deer on the road late at night freezing in place from the headlights of a truck. I quickly noosed her and then pulled the stool away before placing it under the fourth noose.

She didn’t fight as much while I attended to the fourth one in flowing black hair. She looked equally shell-shocked. I put her up onto the stool, noosed her up quick, and then pulled the stool away.

She fought harder, wrapping her legs around her dying companion as she tried to ease the agony around her neck. She lasted half a minute before her legs came away and she hung limp. Now there were four naked bodies swaying on the beam.

Irena came over with five and six. “Have they chosen any?” I asked anxiously in a hushed tone.

“One is acceptable. I think they are about to agree on a second.”

I nodded as I grabbed the arm of another long haired brunette. She certainly would have satisfied me for an hour or more. But once the officers had condemned the girls they were throwing away it seemed no man was to have them either. I think Rambova and Nazimova liked having these girls executed so we could not use them for our own lusts after having been rejected by the two sadistic officers.

The brunette let out a frightened cry as I lifted her up onto the stool. I quickly noosed her up and then pulled the stool out from underneath her. She gawked loudly before she started to kick and swing.

Another blonde, this one with short hair. She looked at the line of swinging corpse numbly. She did not resist as I lifted her up onto the stool.

I noosed her up and removed the stool. Her legs fluttered as she swung back and forth. Her arms started to come up. But then she allowed them to fall to her sides as though concluding that fighting would do no good anyway.

Irena came over with two more. I looked over to see Rambova and Nazimova had set three aside. The lucky ones seemed both shocked at the hanging of the others as well as relieved they had not been chosen to join them. I felt sorry they did not know their true fate once the officers had their fill of taking their pleasures from their warm bodies.

I wasted no time putting the next one up onto the stool and noosing her up. We did not have much time to delay. The army was on the march; this had to be done quickly.

The eighth one was bouncing off the seventh as her body fought to live. That’s when Irena returned with nine and ten. Rambova and Nazimova were groping and pawing and fingering two more with all seriousness. I was sure their time with their chosen captives would also be equally serious… and most likely quite pleasurable.

I noosed nine and ten and hung them both before putting the stool under the eleventh rope. It looked like the officers had finished with their selections. Irena brought the last two over. She had been right again… as usual.

In broken Russian an attractive blonde with the bun in her hair looked at me and said, “Spare me and I’ll have sex with you, yah?”

“I’m sorry, fraulein. But orders are orders. You must be hanged.” Already Irena was waiting with the stool under the eleventh noose while the last poor girl waiting to be hanged simply attempted to cover her breasts as though it was more important to be modest despite these being the last moments of her life.

The blonde fought me as I took her over to the stool and placed her upon it. Irena grabbed her arms and held them steady to her sides as I noosed her up. Then I took the stool away. She let out an awful fuss as she kicked and pedaled.

I went over to the last one as Irena moved the stool under the last noose. I did not even need to take her by the arm. With tears in her eyes she numbly walked over of her own accord and bravely climbed onto the stool.

Irena smiled appreciatively as she took the honor of noosing the last one herself. The girl inhaled sharply but did not resist. Then Irena kicked the stool away.

She hit the end of the rope and her feet began to flutter. It was as though she was trying not to resist the inevitable. Then it became impossible for her body to remain still as she kicked her life away.

Irena and I stepped back to watch as the last two settled into their final moments. Then Irena was called away to stay with the five who had been chosen. Again she had been proven right in her predictions.

I stood ramrod straight as Rambova and Nazimova came over to the line of hanged women. They went up to each one, pawing and probing and fingering admiringly. Sometimes I could not tell if they were picking women they wanted for themselves or women they simply wanted to see dangling from the rope.

They inspected each one as twelve corpses twisted and swayed. Some they set to swinging back and forth, others they set into a spin. Then they kissed each other, longer than was necessary. I wisely pretended I did not notice.

They did not acknowledge me in the slightest as they walked past. To them I had done the bare minimum and was not to be praised. I sensed in them a general loathing of men.

They rejoined Irena before leading the five survivors away. But Irena gave me a long, brief look. That meant she would endeavor to find a free moment to break away and find me so we could have our own rendezvous. I usually needed one after a multiple execution such as this.

(Aug 12 ’18. Inspired by the drawing created by Bor)

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Mourning hang 4.3 (33)

Posted on January 10, 2022 by riwa

Life was over. She couldn’t stop crying. The romance was gone.

Her idle had died in the hospital. He was the great lover and romanticist Rudolph Valentino. Now she was devastated.

She hadn’t shown up for work in weeks. She just couldn’t dance anymore, not when the master of the tango had passed away. She couldn’t bring herself to do it like she used to.

Oh, she had her share of suitors. But none of them had lived up to her idol. She’d never even met the actor. But she was in love with him just the same.

She’d spent hours looking at his pictures. She’d collected every newspaper article with an image, every photo she could lay her hands on. It was all she lived for. And now he was gone.

The sheik was dead, the man every woman would have given herself to. She just couldn’t imagine a life without him projecting true romance on the screen. Now she wanted to end it all.

She spent days putting it off. But she only became more morose. There was no point delaying the inevitable.

She finally made up her mind she was going to do it. But how should she go about it? How did she want to go out?

There was only one way she could think of. She wanted to dance one last time for the sheik. She wanted to dance on air for the great lover.

She went into her bedroom and moved things around to make room. She found a brace up in her ceiling that would function nicely. Then she tracked down a thick rope and formed one end into a noose.

A part of her questioned what the hell she was doing. But she told herself there was no going back. She could not go on living without the symbol of true romance in the world.

She threw the noose up over the brace in her bedroom. Then she brought in a chair to stand upon. She measured the length of rope she would need to dangle from before tying off one end.

She paused as she thought about it. Did she just want to hang herself? Or was there more to it than that?

She decided she did not want to just hang. She wanted to dance one last time. She wanted to dance in memory of her lover.

She went into the living room and retrieved her two floor length mirrors. She’d used them so many times in the past, watching her every move to perfect her craft. Now she would use them to make sure her last dance was acceptable to honor the memory of the great sheik.

She set them up at angles so she could look into both of them. Then she adjusted the chair. Everything was perfect.

She went and retrieved all the pictures she had of Rudy Valentino. Then she sat on her bed and went through them one last time. It caused the tears to flow as she choked back a sob.

She spread them all around her bedroom. When she was done, not a bare inch of floor space remained. It was perfect.

She found a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her eyes. She wanted to look her best when she finally met her lover in the next life. Then she climbed onto the chair in her bare feet.

She looked at herself in the two mirrors. She examined every inch of her sensuous curves. Yes, she still had it. She would dance divinely for her lover.

She brought the noose down around her throat. She snugged it tight, making sure the knot was next to her left ear. Now she was ready.

She began to slowly gyrate on the chair, as much as the rope would allow. She waved grandly as she stretched her legs out one at a time. This was all for Rudy.

She watched herself in the mirrors as she moved with grace. She had limited mobility from the rope around her neck. But it was enough to put on a final performance.

She went through her repertoire, moving as much as she dared. A couple of times she almost lost her footing. “Not yet,” she told herself. “I’m not finished dancing for the great lover. I’m not finished dancing for Rudy.”

In her mind she was dancing for the one and only. She felt him take her into his arms. It made everything seem right with the world.

She looked into the left side mirror. This time she saw the great sheik himself. His arms were outstretched; he was calling to her.

“My love!” she cried out as she reached out toward him. He was still here! Romance had not yet died away.

As they reached for each other, her left foot slipped on the chair. She over-corrected with her right. That’s when she kicked it over behind her.

She only dropped a few inches before the rope took her full weight. Then she was airborne. But she could feel Rudy’s arms wrapped around her.

She kicked her legs as he lifted her up above him. Her heart soared with great joy. It felt like she was flying. Then it felt like she was strangling.

She began to kick and struggle. Her legs flew every which way. But the noose did not fully tighten just yet as she’d used a thick rope.

Rudy vanished from her mirror, replaced with the image of a naked woman hanging herself to death. She let out a raspy gurgle as she tried to reach toward where she’d seen him last. She kicked and gyrated as though she could entice him to return.

The more it hurt, the harder she danced. The more the rope strangled her, the more her legs flew. It was the dance of her life, her last dance for the great sheik.

It hurt so much that she reached up, struggling with the coil around her throat. In a moment of clarity she took her hand away. She was supposed to be dancing for Rudy, remember?

She saw him in the mirror again. This time he was naked. Was that an erection she saw?

Once more, he wrapped her up in his arms. Now she felt him inside her. She kicked and gyrated in growing, breathless agony as she felt excitement in her lady parts.

She could no longer get a breath down her throat. Her heart hammered in her heaving chest. She was aware of a strange pleasure between her legs…

It was Rudy. Her last dance had brought him to her. Her dance had brought him great joy.

She shuddered as she experienced a dying climax. Then she hung limp, too tired to dance anymore. She twitched and trembled as her eyelids fluttered.

Her tongue slowly protruded out of her mouth. Drool fell upon her full breasts, splattering her erect nipples. But she could no longer feel them.

For a moment, everything went dark all around her. Then it became light again. She was dancing a tango with her sheik.

He lifted her up into the air. Then he spun her away, causing her to lose her grip.

She reached out for him. But it became dark again. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

Her bladder released as she dangled quietly, gently swaying back and forth. There was a faint sound of the rope creaking. Thus, one more female had decided life was not with living without the great sheik… the great lover Rudolph Valentino…

2019 (written Dec 19 ’19 by riwa)

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Jan 5, 2022 Update 4.3 (25)

Posted on January 5, 2022 by riwa

2021 was the year my mother and I spent some time in the hospital. I went first.

In February the doctor decided my gallbladder needed to be removed. Naturally, it was scheduled right after a major snowstorm, including daily temperatures of -9. So I drove into town and spent the night at a motel, hoping the car would start the next morning and I would not have to make a long walk in the cold and snow.

I had surgery the next morning. While I was under, the doctor decided to fix a hernia. But there were complications, and I ultimately had to go back under the knife to fix some leakage. Amazingly, the car started in below 0 weather, and I was able to safely drive home.

A couple days later I developed excruciating pain, requiring an ambulance ride back to town. They found a stone blocking the bile duct and removed it. I cannot recall ever experiencing pain that bad, not even my kidney stones. They removed the stone and put in a stent to fix the duct.

I went back later and had the stent removed, which took less time than it did to park, check in and get ready for the procedure. Those people are professionals, and are quite good at their jobs. I’m appreciative to everyone who looked after me during all my “visits” to the hospital.

In June it was mom’s turn. I got a call in the middle of the night. She’d tripped over a box and had fallen. I drove her to the hospital where it was discovered she had broken her left arm (she’s left-handed). She was in the hospital for several days, and in a rehab facility for another 2-3 weeks. Her weight dropped and we were quite concerned about her health.

She went to physical therapy for several weeks, only to discover she’d damaged her rotator cuff. She has much of the use of her arm back. But total healing will be limited, as surgery might not fully fix the rotator cuff problem.

The silver lining in this cloud? Mom did not smoke the entire time she was at the hospital and in rehab. When she got home, she didn’t even miss it. She has not smoked since, which is good because she has heart and respiratory issues she needs to be mindful of. But she’s doing so much better than she was back in August.

I did have a brief period where I had a sore throat for a few days. I just stayed home and nursed it. Not fun, but I got through it ok.

I have quite a number of edited stories collecting in my archives after posting them to my Patreon site. It occurs to me I could always try posting every 5 days instead of 6. And I can always upload an extra story every now and then if I’m so inclined. I might try that this year. So if you see stories posting every 5 days instead of 6, you’ll know what I’m doing and why. I hope that’s ok with you.

Thank you so much for stopping by. I appreciate having you visit my site to find a story or two that interests you. Take care, stay safe, and have a healthy 2022.

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Pool drain peril 3.5 (14)

Posted on January 5, 2022 by riwa

Wendy stepped through the door into her indoor pool, looking with longing at the water. She was glad they’d moved into a home with an indoor pool. The weather could be miserable outside, but now she could enjoy the water as though on a beach in the Caribbean.

She walked up to the edge of the deep end and looked down into the water. She used the pool often, and she was already beginning to feel the urge for another swim. She knelt down and ran her hand back and forth in the water, feeling the temperature…

Ooh; just right! In fact a cool swim might do her good. She’d been a bit warm lately; maybe the thermostat in the house was set a little too high.

She splashed some water up in the direction of her face and neck, smiling as she imagined herself swimming along the bottom blowing bubbles. She splashed a little more on herself, appreciating how good it felt. She splashed even more, deciding a swim should definitely be put on her list of things to do today…

“Oh, my necklace…”

She touched her necklace, checking to see if it was all right. She assumed it was, although she didn’t know if it was waterproof or not. And she wasn’t sure how it would react to chlorine. She gave it a tug, wondering if perhaps she shouldn’t have splashed water on it in the first place…

“OH!”

She let out a startled cry as it suddenly came loose in her hand. Before she could react she saw it drop into the water. Wendy instinctively knelt down as though reaching out for it, but it was too late. She saw it sink straight for the bottom, dropping right down toward the …

“NO; NOT THE DRAIN??!!” Wendy instinctively reached down into the water, not that it would do any good now. A moment later she saw it slither toward the drain like a snake in search of its den. It found the drain, and immediately crawled through, much to her consternation…

“NOO!”

Hell; that wasn’t good at all! That was a necklace she really liked! Not only that, she’d previously been alerted to the fact that it might be coming loose on her! Now she’d splashed water on it, and the chlorine must have sealed the deal by weakening the chain enough to cause it to separate.

Wendy signed, mentally cursing herself. Well, there was nothing for it now but to go in after it. She almost dove in right then and there, but she stopped herself.

“Silly woman,” she chided herself. “Go put your suit on. You were going for a swim anyway. No use in getting your clothes all wet now, is there?” So she got up and went back into the house to change.

At first she took her time, looking for just the right suit to wear. She found her black one-piece; that would do nicely. But as she began to change she found herself hurrying, suddenly fearful what the chlorine in the water might be doing to her necklace.

She finished changing and then rushed out of the bedroom back to the indoor pool. She did not need to retrieve a towel from the bathroom; she kept the pool room stocked with those. Besides, she needed to get back to her necklace!

She rushed back into the pool room and went straight for the cabinet over in the corner. It contained some cleaning accessories as well as pool toys for when friends and family came over. She grabbed a set of goggles for her eyes and then snatched up a black weight belt.

She usually had no problem getting to the bottom. But unless she wore a little extra something to help her stay down, she would have the tendency to drift back up. She had no idea how long she would be on the bottom trying to fish her necklace out of that drain. But the weight belt would certainly counteract her natural buoyancy and help keep her from drifting around down there.

She adjusted the belt around her waist and then pulled the goggles down over her eyes. Once more she thought about her necklace, wondering what the chlorine might be doing to it. That made her anxious enough to jump right off the edge of the pool into the deep end with a splash.

She swam right down, the belt making it easy to quickly reach the bottom. She moved right over the pool drain and looked inside. She could see a part of the necklace hanging up on something. At least it hadn’t fallen any further down. With any luck she just might be able to fish it back out of there!

She stretched out on her tummy and reached in with her fingers. She could touch it; she just couldn’t get a good grip on it. She worked it around with her fingers, trying to maneuver it in such a manner that she could work it out of the drain.

It wasn’t long until she could feel the strain in her lungs. It was taking longer than she’d expected. She was worried about her necklace now, concerned over the kind of effect the chlorine in the pool might be having on it. But she was just about out of breath!

With a grunt of frustration she blew away what was left in her lungs as she pushed off for the surface. She kicked up, pulling hard with her arms until she burst up gasping for breath. Wendy swam over to the side of the pool and clung to the edge, panting heavily.

She spent a few moments working the problem over in her mind as she got her breath back: how to work it up, get a better grasp on it, move it around and then work the end of it up out of the drain. From there she could grab it and pull it right out. She would just need to hold her breath long enough to accomplish the task at hand.

She wanted to stay at the surface longer, but she was worried about her necklace. Besides, she figured she should be able to hold her breath long enough to snag it this time. Wendy inhaled deeply and then went back down, allowing a little air to trickle out past her lips.

She swam down to the bottom where she stretched out and peered down into the drain. She stuck her fingers down through the grate and began working her necklace around again. She could touch it; she could move it around a bit. She just needed a better grip is all.

She pushed her fingers a little deeper into the drain, grasping a part of the necklace and working it against the inside of the drain. Little by little she fingered it upward like a worm inching its head up. She managed to poke the end of it up out of the drain enough to grab it with her other hand. Then she pulled it free…

SUCCESS!

…what the…??

She grunted in surprise as her fingers hung up in the grate. She could get all of them out with the exception of the middle one! She grunted and pulled, feeling a jolt of alarm.

No, this can’t be happening! I got them in; I can certainly get them back out! But her finger refused to come out… and her lungs were starting to burn.

Wendy tried to twist her finger, tried to carefully work it free. But it was the knuckle that was causing the issue. For some reason her middle finger had gone in, but it didn’t want to come back out!

She grunted as she tugged harder, feeling a little more anxious. She was running out of breath; she’d been down quite a while. But her finger was refusing to cooperate!

She winced as she tugged on it even harder, grunting and umming. But the grate refused to release her finger… and she was really running out of air now! She could feel the panic start to well up inside her as she tugged and tugged, jerking harder and harder as she became more anxious…

No – no – no!!!

She felt an ominous contraction in her stomach, causing her to jerk even harder. Then she looked down and saw… no; is it swollen now?? Noo!!

There was another contraction in her stomach that moved up into her chest. She could feel her lungs having, demanding to be refilled. She jerked harder and harder, grunting and bubbling as she grew more and more anxious… felt the panic start to rise up within her.

She frantically jerked her hand upward, her lungs on fire as she tried to extricate herself. Her body wanted to exhale and then retrieve a fresh breath. She put a hand over her mouth as though she could somehow contain the air wanting to check out of her lungs!

She coughed up bubbles, causing her to frantically jerk on her hand. But the knuckle had truly swollen now, too thick for her to be able to pull it back out on her own. She would need to pull the grating off the drain… and it was screwed down tight!

Wendy let out a cry of horror, losing more bubbles. She jerked and jerked, causing the knuckle to rub and bleed a little as her lungs screamed in her chest. She looked up at the surface of the pool, instinctively waving at it as though waving for someone to come to her aid. Then she felt a massive contraction in her stomach, a warning contraction that migrated up into her chest causing her lungs to heave painfully.

Wendy’s cheeks bulged as she fought to hold the last of her air, her mind screaming for someone to come save her. Then that last breath burst out of her mouth as she convulsed painfully. She could not prevent her body from inhaling reflexively.

The first gulp of water down her windpipe caused her to cough, instinctively making her inhale again. That triggered a series of convulsions as her body wanted to inhale and yet wanted to expel the liquid flowing down into her lungs. Wendy began coughing and spasming, her body reacting violently to the water filling her lungs and being absorbed into the soft tissue.

She coughed and convulsed, her body jerking painfully each time she inhaled. She winced in agony, her eyes reflecting the suffering she was enduring as she coughed up more bubbles. Then she was coughing up water, only to suck more right back down into her lungs.

Wendy spasmed painfully and then started to settle onto the pool floor, her arm tethered to the grate covering the drain by her middle finger. Her free arm stretched outward as though reaching out for some unseen rescuer. Her mouth gaped open, her eyes wide from the horror of it all. Then the expression in her face softened a little as the life winked out of her eyes.

Wendy lay stretched out on the pool floor, staring vacantly with a horrified expression on her face. The broken necklace lay on the floor of the pool right next to her. It would be another couple of hours before her husband would come home to find her like that at the bottom of their indoor pool…

© 2015 (Feb 9)

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Chastity’s little fuck-toy part 1 (a Club story) 4.5 (35)

Posted on December 30, 2021 by riwa

Roasting the whore after giving her a last fuck with the steel pole was immensely satisfying. But for some reason I felt irritated, as though some annoying little insect had gotten under my skin. What’s more I couldn’t seem to put my finger on it.

It wasn’t until I saw Mistress Chastity escorting her little fuck-toy Lexi down for some one on one time that I figured out it was her. She’d instructed all the dealers and attendants in the Club to sign up for a chance to be guillotine slut Aravanna’s companion in the other machine. Had it not been for Carmen volunteering her secretary Sophia to ride the other machine, my wife’s number might have come up and she might have lost her head that night.

I wasn’t really angry she’d put Monique at risk. After all, Chastity had indicated she’d expected me to snuff both of them at some point in time. It was just the fact I’d been left out of the loop and hadn’t had a chance to prepare and say goodbye in my own special way in case my wife’s number had been drawn.

There was something about it though that just didn’t smell right. A part of me felt like Mistress was asserting her authority. That was something I guess she had every right to do.

On the other hand she would often remind me she was grooming me for the day I would eventually take over. Being left out of the decision making process seemed like a deliberate slap in the face. I wasn’t sure how I should handle it.

It occurred to me she was trying to push my buttons, goading me into action. Perhaps she wanted to know how I would respond to a perceived offense. Or maybe she was trying to see how far she could push me before I got the urge to snuff her ass.

An hour later I decided I needed a swim to cool off. When I saw Mistress wandering around the floor of the casino I figured she was done fucking her little slut. So I headed on down to use her pool.

I was surprised to find little Lexi still in Chastity’s suite, enjoying the pool I planned on using. The nubile, 19 year old nymph was frolicking around naked in the deep end. I could tell by her expression she didn’t know whether to be pleased or alarmed at my presence.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked curtly. I was still feeling angry over the way I’d been left out of the guillotine decision.

“Mistress said I could stay a while,” she replied submissively, lowering her head as though she’d done something wrong. “I can get out if you wish, Mr. Rick.”

“That’s all right,” I said with a wave. I felt regret over having taken out my anger on her. “Stay as long as you like. Don’t mind me. I’m just down here for a nice, relaxing swim.”

“Thank you, Mr. Rick. I’ll stay out of your way.”

Little Lexi was a confirmed lesbian. My sources told me she’d never taken a man’s cock in any of her holes in her entire life. I heard she was the slut of her cheer-leading squad, the one everyone turned to whenever they wanted to fuck a little lesbian nymph. She had a look of innocence that belied her sexual proclivities with others of her gender.

She was 5’2”. Her long, black hair was always braided on both sides of her head like some sort of schoolgirl. She had brown eyes and perfect B cups with cute little nipples. She had a tight ass, and her pussy was clean-shaven except for a little landing strip of fuzz which I heard was to make her feel more like an adult. It was easy to see why Mistress enjoyed the submissive little slut so much.

I figured she wouldn’t care if I was naked or not, even if I did get hard at the sight of her. As a confirmed lesbian she wasn’t going to give me a second thought. So I stripped out of all my clothes and dove in.

I swam a handful of laps as she swam around in the deep end. She spent much of her time underwater. Out of curiosity I began submerging to watch her just to see how long she could hold her breath.

I soon found out she could hold it for a significant amount of time. Sometimes she stretched herself out on the floor of the pool on her back. She seemed to like blowing bubbles up at the surface.

Whenever she saw me looking at her she would deliberately stay underwater for as long as possible. I assumed it was an attempt to show off. Seeing that naked body underwater was sexy as hell.

In no time at all I had a raging hard-on. It was only natural for me to imagine what it would be like to fuck her good and hard underwater while she was grunting for air. But she was Chastity’s fuck-toy.

Despite my irritations with her I still respected my fellow co-owner. Still, I couldn’t help fantasizing over what could be a delicious underwater fuck with a nubile 19 year old. Us males tend to think that way.

We got closer until we started swimming around each other. The slut was a shameless flirt. She soon began running a hand over my naked body.

She did not shy away from reaching out to brush a hand over my raging hard-on whenever we swam past each other. I did the same thing to her, brushing a hand against her nipples or reaching out to rub near her crotch whenever she went by. It quickly became a game between us.

“Gawd; you’re hard,” she giggled playfully when we surfaced together. Then she brazenly stroked my throbbing dick.

“Did I do that to you? …little old me?” She innocently batted her eyes as she continued tugging on my shaft.

“Why you little tart!”

I grabbed her by her braids and forced her under. She might not be my fuck-toy. But I could sure as hell teach her a lesson or two.

She bubbled and wriggled about as her head went under. I was horny as hell. So I grabbed my cock and smacked her face with it as I held her head close to my crotch.

She bubbled indignantly. Lexi shook her head as though afraid I might shove it down her throat. I damn near did.

I submerged with her and spun her around, pulling her against me as she tried to wriggle away.  I reached around and groped her tits with one hand. I used the other to rub her crotch while thinking, ‘I’ll teach you some manners, you little slut!’

I deliberately fingered her cunt. She was surprisingly lubricated. She grunted and squirmed as I roughly fondled her.

She started to whimper as I held onto her. Her attempt to squirt out of my grasp seemed half-hearted. I groped her harder until her struggles all but ceased.

She moaned and bubbled, grunting as though she needed air soon. I couldn’t help thinking, ‘Oh, you like that, you little slut? Maybe I’ll just make you wait for your next breath!’

I fingered her harder as I savagely groped her tits. She surprised me by stiffening and then letting out a bubbly cry. I even felt her pussy clench around my thrusting fingers.

The little slut actually came underwater! When I finally let her go she shot up and gasped for breath. Her eyes were wide as I surfaced next to her.

“Gawd!” she panted. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck. “You made me cum, you bastard!” I was just as astonished as she was.

“Serves you right for teasing the hell out of me, you little slut.”

“Is that so!” the nymph retorted defiantly.

A wicked smile flashed across her face. A moment later she took a deep breath and submerged with a burble. To my astonishment she went down and started kissing my cock and balls.

I wasn’t sure how to react. After all, this was Chastity’s little fuck-toy. Once more I felt like things were not in my control.

The lesbian nymph aggressively licked my quivering shaft. The little tart did everything but take me into her mouth. I was left feeling totally frustrated.

She was down for quite a while, well over two minutes. She finally surfaced amidst a flurry of bubbles. She was trembling when she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“So what do you think about that?” she asked with a giggle.

“SLUT!” I roared. Then I shoved her back down.

I’d finally had enough of her teasing. She was going to suck my cock whether she wanted to or not. I wanted the release, and I was determined she was going to give it to me.

She tried to resist as I pulled her head close. She opened her mouth, which I thought was an open invitation. So I wasted no time slammed my throbbing dick between her lips.

Lexi grunted with each thrust as I brutally fucked her face. She halfheartedly acted as though she was trying to get away. But I could feel her tongue lick all around my cock in her mouth.

Her cheeks went all concave as she vacuumed my quivering shaft. Sexy bubbles came out of her nose. I had a funny feeling the little slut was really into it for some reason.

I fucked her face even harder, driving my cock deep down her throat. She grunted and gurgled, wriggling around in a halfhearted attempt to break away. It was arousing enough to set me off. That’s when I buried my cock deep past her tonsils as I washed her mouth out with my seed.

Lexi screamed underwater. She tried to get away as I thrust hard into her mouth. I made her take my entire load, forcing her to swallow it all.

When I pulled out of her mouth my cum swirled out as well. She appeared dazed as she watched it flow around her face. Then I pulled her up out of the water.

The little tart gasped weakly for breath. She smiled at me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “That was fucking hot!” she panted, the two of us treading water right there in the middle of the deep end of the pool.

I was a little surprised at her reaction. Then again, maybe she was under strict orders from Mistress Chastity. She smiled as she told me, “That was fucking incredible! I nearly came over the way you shoved that thick rod of yours down my throat!”

She kissed me hard as we submerged, bubbles trickling out of our noses. I felt her tongue probe inside my mouth. I tasted bits of cum on her lips and in her mouth.

She moaned as her body pressed hard against mine. When we finally came up for air, both of us were breathless. It was an encounter I could never have anticipated.

Her arms were still around my neck as she breathed, “I want you, Mr. Rick! I want you so fucking bad! I’ve never had cock before until now, and I fucking love it! Now I want you in my other two holes! I want you to be my first!”

I was flattered as hell, my damned cock stirring again. But she was Chastity’s fuck-toy. I hesitated despite the incredible urge I had to push her down and fuck the shit out of her.

“What about Mistress?” I finally asked softly.

Lexi gave me a naughty little smile in reply. “I think it would be so fucking wicked if we made her watch me give myself to you.” I realized that was her exhibitionism speaking out, something else I’d heard about.

I curiously raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Maybe I ought to drown your ass.” Then I shoved her under.

Bubbles came up as I kept her submerged. I called down to her, “Just how long CAN you hold your breath, you little tart?” She cried out in bubbly defiance as she struggled in my grasp.

I held her down for the longest time. Eventually her sexy little body started to spasm from lack of air. Then I pulled her back up.

She gasped madly for breath, panting like crazy. But I saw an expression of lust and desire in her eyes. She sputtered, “What are you trying to do: DROWN ME?? You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you!”

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. Next she wrapped her legs around my waist. Then she kissed me fiercely, humping against my semi-hard cock as we slipped under the surface together.

We were down a long time before we finally came up for air. We swam to the shallow end and sat on the steps next to each other, panting heavily for breath. That’s when she leaned up against me, idly stroking my cock with her hand.

She was playing a dangerous game. But I think she was fully aware of that. If she kept it up, it wouldn’t be much longer until my resistance gave out and I fucked her hard underwater.

“I love how you force me down,” she breathed excitedly, gently stroking my quivering shaft. “I fucking love how you treat me, Mr. Rick. I want this inside me so fucking bad! I want you to hold me underwater and rape me with it until my lungs are screaming.”

‘What about Mistress?” I asked. I was still a little miffed at Chastity for the way she’d previously risked Monique the way she did. I was actually considering violating her precious little fuck-toy.

“Fuck that bitch!” Lexi gasped with a wicked smile. “I want you to take me in front of the whole damned Club, Mr. Rick! That would be so fucking hot! I want her and everyone else to watch me take my very first cock as you rape me good and hard while holding me down and making me hold my fucking breath!”

“She’ll probably want to punish your naughty little ass.”

“Gawd; I hope so! That would be so fucking hot!”

She looked at me with a strange excitement. “What do you think, Mr. Rick? Think we could use the tank on the Entertainment stage? The two of us sure could put on one hell of a show. You would only be teaching one of your attendants a lesson she fucking deserved. We could even do it tonight if you wish. Gawd; I want your cock so fucking bad!”

I had to admit I liked the idea. I was in the mood to rape Chastity’s little fuck-toy underwater. It would certainly give me the chance to do it right in front of her. Besides, what the hell could she do to me??

Lexi was full of dangerous suggestions. “We could fill it to around five feet, couldn’t we? That should be more than enough water for you to hold me down and fuck me with my first cock as you make me hold my breath. The whole damned Club would get to watch you rape me as you hold me under and drown my ass and… GAWD! I’m so fucking excited just thinking about it!”

She pulled me to her, kissing me passionately while moaning with desire. When she pulled away I could tell the little slut was trembling with excitement. She wanted it bad.

“I want you to be rough with me like I’ve done something wrong, ok? Treat me like your fucking little whore who deserves nothing better than to be raped and drowned right in front of the whole damned Club. Rape me underwater; make me fight to hold my breath. Gawd; you don’t know how hard I came when you held me down and fingered me to orgasm. Tonight will be even better.”

Her words were getting me excited again. My cock was hardening in her hand as she gently stroked me. But a part of me couldn’t help wondering if she was setting me up for something disastrous.

“Gawd,” she added with a naughty giggle. “I can’t wait to see her expression when she sees her fuck-toy being raped by a man. I want you to violate me, Mr. Rick. I want you to fucking drown my ass tonight as you rape me. Make me hold my breath so long that it fucking hurts.”

She kissed me again. Then she got up out of the pool, leaving me horny as hell as water dripped off her nubile body. “Sorry about that,” she giggled mischievously, motioning at my hard cock. “You can take it out on me tonight. Ten o’clock ok? We could do it then if you want.” She gave me a look that was almost pleading.

“Ten o’clock it is,” I said to her, giving her an ominous look. “You’d better be ready. Tonight I’m raping and drowning your ass.”

“GAWD!” she gasped. I swear the young thing was trembling with anticipation.

“I can hardly wait! I’d better get back to work before I explode with excitement. I’ll see you then.”

She waved playfully at me as she gathered up her clothes. Then she left for the changing room. I just stared in her direction until she was gone.

After she’d left, my mind began to process what we’d just agreed to. Chastity’s little fuck-toy had just asked me to rape her in the water tank up on stage. She’d also asked me to “drown her ass”.

I still had my concerns. Was I being set up? Was this a way of her trying to get rid of me?

I knew what she meant by wanting me to “drown her ass”. But then it occurred to me…

What would happen if, in the heat of the moment, I actually DID drown her ass?

A dangerous little smile played at the corners of my mouth. I could do it as payback for the way Mistress had treated me by nearly costing me Monique earlier. How would she react if an unfortunate accident took the life of her little nymph fuck-toy up onstage in the drowning chamber?

After all, what could she do to me?

2010; 2020 (written Feb 5 ’10; ed. May 27 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (4)

Posted on December 27, 2021 by riwa

Coming January rewards

A story about iron maidens.
I dreamed I drowned them.
Another Donna’s shore leave chapter.
A fetish swim.
Indoor spa fun.
A woman gets bagged.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
Another drowning of Melissa chapter.
A soccer mom gets into trouble.
Another chapter to the Russian Roulette game show.
And at least a couple more I’m thinking about.

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

I got to eat lunch with mom on Christmas day. Several months ago I was stressed about her health, wondering if I would even get to spend Christmas with her. She is doing much better and is able to take short trips in her car to the store.

Lately I’ve been trying to apply myself to some unfinished projects. You saw that this last month when I got out a fresh chapter to Water Babies and a new chapter to Girl’s Night Out. I plan on keeping at it, although sometimes I find myself suffering from a little “analysis to paralysis”. I get stuck on a detail or a character so much that it slows up the writing process. I’ll see if I can do better about that.

Thanks for being my patrons. See you in 2022. Now I just have to remember to write that new year on all my checks.

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The Elf and the Orc 4.4 (25)

Posted on December 24, 2021 by riwa

Note: I’m not too familiar with the characteristics of these two creatures. So I hope you’ll give me a little leeway in case I messed things up about them.

Beala splashed in the river. She hadn’t bathed in weeks. It felt good to wash the smell off her body.

There were very few opportunities to address hygiene during wartime. They were constantly on the move. Any water they came across had to be preserved for drinking.

She’d come across the river during one of her patrols. But it was too far away for an encampment. Besides the territory was dangerously close to the orcs.

She was high enough in the hierarchy to grant herself some private time. Thus, she’d taken some time off. She’d said it was to see to her family. In actuality, it was to bathe at the river.

She thought she should feel more guilty. After all, what would her superiors say to this? There was little time for pleasantries such as bathing. The best she could hope for was a few minutes to herself to prepare for battle.

Beala was certain she was alone. She’d searched the area thoroughly. She’d seen no life to threaten her, certainly no orcs in the immediate vicinity.

The fishing net had been a curiosity. But it looked like it had been abandoned for several weeks. Someone must have come to fish the waters, only to be driven off by the marauding bands of orcs… and her kind as well.

She had few regrets over those she’d killed. War had become a part of life to her. It was hoped that innocent villagers might be spared. But they often found themselves caught up in the conflict, frequently suffering great casualties at the hands of the orcs. Was that why she hated them so much?

As an elf her ears were normally much sharper. But the river was just noisy enough for her to miss detecting the activity on the shore. The rustling of the breeze through the trees did not help matters.

It came flying through the air before she could think to react. Then the fishing net was upon her. Her instincts to fight only tangled her up in it more.

She nearly drowned herself. Beala finally stopped struggling to take stock of her situation. That’s when the orc emerged from the trees.

She let out a gasp and a shudder. Her clothes were there on the shore. She was totally exposed.

The orc waded down into the water. He held his battle axe at the ready. One wrong move and the fishing net would not protect her.

The orc pulled her in and quickly untangled her. She was too far away from her clothes and her weapons. Beala’s heart beat fast.

Her mind raced as she tried to process any and all options. But she was quickly reduced to polar opposites. She could resist and be slaughtered. Or she could submit. For now she chose the latter.

The orc produced some rope and bound her arms behind her back. The creature’s close proximity to her made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Now she needed another dip in the river.

The orc studied her intently. Beala blushed in spite of herself. She did not like the way she was being gazed upon. Surely the results of such an inspection were not going to be pleasant.

The orc removed his battle dress until he was completely naked. A large erection sprang free. Beala shuddered with revulsion.

She had chosen the wrong option. She should have chosen slaughter. Now she was going to be violated.

The orc wasted no time, especially since she was already naked and trembling. He spun her around and bent her over a convenient tree stump. Then he thrust hard into her womanhood.

Beala let out a cry at the painful intrusion. She’d mated before with some of the other warrior elves. But an orc’s member was much bigger.

He plunged his thick appendage hard into her slit. Beala cried out with each thrust. She had no idea mating could be so painful.

The orc rammed her until she felt him spew his hot seed into her. That was humiliating enough. Now she feared the possibility she might bear the disgusting creature’s child.

He was not content to abuse her just the one time. He turned her around and forced her to kneel. His disgusting organ hung at face level.

The thought was revolting. Beala shook her head. The creature simply grabbed her head and forced her lips open before pushing the organ inside her.

Beala had suffered many humiliations during her life. But none matched what was now happening to her. She wished the orc would just use his axe, remove her head and be done with it.

She swallowed the disgusting organ. Then the orc stretched out flat on his back. Beala was forced to straddle him, impaled once again upon his member.

He bounced her up and down as he savagely groped her breasts. Beala shed tears of shame. Her humiliation increased at the horrific realization her body was starting to betray her.

She winced as she closed her eyes and shook her head. The orc bounced her even harder upon his quivering shaft. It filled her unlike any organ she’d previously been impaled with.

The creature had gone without sex for some time. It was obvious; his appetite was ravenous. Beala cried out again as she felt hot seed spurt inside her.

She was pulled off and forced to take it into her mouth once more, gagging on it again. No doubt the creature expected her to clean his member. She winced as she tasted her fluids on the disgusting erection.

The creature threw her onto the ground on her back. She was uncomfortable lying on her bound arms. Then the creature was upon her, thrusting hard into her womanhood.

Beala closed her eyes as she shed more tears. She shook her head as if to deny the situation. Now she could feel her orifice trying to suck the beast deeper inside her.

The orc seemed amused. He pulled out and then thrust back in. Beala winced as her body responded.

The creature howled with glee as he fell over onto his back again. Beala was pulled on top and impaled once more. Her breasts were savagely groped.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself. And curse the gods, she was enjoying it too. She could not make her body stop responding.

The orc was not a dimwitted creature. He quickly took notice of her reaction. He lifted her onto her knees, bent her over the stump and entered her from behind again.

Beala tried to think of something else. She tried to think of the worst possible scene she could remember from battle. But her body still responded.

It swelled within her despite her best efforts to stop it. Then it crashed over her as the orc emptied himself inside her yet again. She let out an elfish cry of shame as pleasure shuddered through her being.

Once more she found herself back on her knees cleaning the creature’s appendage with her mouth. She could taste her cum and his cream on his erection. Humiliation was heaping mounds of shameful lust upon her head.

She fought against the urge to please him. But she could not bring herself to resist. She slobbered all over the dick that had shamefully wrought such great pleasure within her.

The orc stretched out on his back and impaled her again. Beala was bounced up and down until she could stand it no longer. Another orgasmic cry was torn from her lips.

The creature bent her over the stump again. Then she felt him violate her anus. She screamed from the pain. But it subsided as humiliation gave way to more shameful lusts.

She was violated until she became sore. Then the orc pulled out. Once more she was thrown onto the ground where the creature pounced.

He forced himself inside her yet again. Beala shed tears of shameful pleasure. She bit her lips to keep from urging the disgusting creature to fully have his way with her.

She did not know how long it was before the orc finally tired of her. She was filled in all holes with his disgusting cream. She needed the river again in the worst way.

The creature bent her over the tree stump yet again. Would there be more? Then she looked up to see the orc hefting his battle axe.

Relief washed over her. At last. Her shame would be hidden forever. None of her people would know of what had just been done to her. The humiliation was about to be slaughtered right out of her.

She looked up at the creature with resignation. Then she submissively laid her neck across the stump of the tree. At least she would not have to bathe.

There was hesitation. Then the orc let out a cry as he hefted his battle ax. Beala closed her eyes and prepared for the final moment.

She’d seen beheadings in battle. She had always wondered what it had felt like. Now she would know for herself.

There was a big whump into the ground in front of her. But Beala’s neck remained unscathed. She looked up with surprise and confusion, seeing the blade of the axe buried in the ground right in front of her.

The orc loosened her bonds behind her back. Then he turned and walked away. And just like that her life had been returned to her.

Beala blinked in surprise. She worked the bonds until they came free. Then she stood up, looking in the direction the orc had gone. He did not return. But she would probably not fare so well if any of his kind stumbled across her path.

At risk of life and limb she got into the river. She gave herself a very short time to wash the disgust off her. Then she hurriedly got dressed.

She gathered her weapons, checking to see if the orc might come back for her. Perhaps it would be best if she were not here to be found. And with that Beala began the long journey back.

—

Beala did not feel well. It was her stomach. Something was wrong.

The feeling passed. But the next morning was more of the same. It was an ominous reminder of the incident by the river with the orc.

At the encampment she did not seek anyone out for confirmation. She already sensed the truth. This was something she could not bear to live with.

Immediately she began seeking extra duty. Beala actively sought out dangerous missions. She hoped she would ultimately be killed in battle or by a war party, thus putting an end to the shame she would bring to her people if what she feared was indeed true.

—

The battle was fierce. Orcs and elves met in sustained bloodshed. There was death all around her.

Time and time she rushed in to save others, constantly risking her life. Her comrades just kept falling. The orcs fared no better.

A glancing blow felled her to the ground. She waited for the killing blow. Then a body fell on top of her and she lost conscious.

Beala was unaware of the passage of time. She awakened to push the dead orc off her. The stench of death was especially disgusting.

She arose and scanned the field. There were none standing. Bodies lay everywhere.

There was movement a short distance away. Beala went over to investigate. Perhaps she had not survived alone.

An orc was stirring, trapped under two bodies of his kind. Beala grabbed for his battle axe. She would take care of this last one herself.

She raised the axe, preparing to slay the creature with his own weapon. Then recognition set in. She looked at the blade and saw familiar markings she had seen before.

She saw him look up at her with resignation. She let out a cry as she raised the axe. Then she brought it down hard. It thumped a couple feet above the head of her dreaded adversary.

She could not do it. She owed him her life. He had willfully spared her. She was honor-bound to do likewise.

She helped move the bodies of his fallen comrades off him. Then he rose to his feet. She bowed her head and dropped submissively to one knee.

He looked at her dismissively. Then he retrieved his battle axe. The orc headed off in the direction of the forest.

Beala did not know what to do. Her comrades had all been slain, or so she thought. So she set off after the orc.

He heard her following and turned. She thought he was going to strike. She made no move to get out of the way.

The creature sized her up. Then he turned and headed off. Beala dutifully followed behind at a respectful distance.

They walked many miles. Beala did not know what awaited her. But she believed she could not go back. What was there to go back to? Weren’t they all dead anyway?

The pair slowed as they approached what looked like a former encampment on the edge of a town. The orc came to a halt. Beala walked up next to him and stared.

Fallen orcs lay everywhere. The shafts of arrows were a dead giveaway. This had been done by her people.

The orc looked at her accusingly. Beala bowed her head submissively. She did not try to run.

He angrily stripped her of her garments. Then he bound her hands behind her back. This time Beala was forced to walk ahead of the creature.

Where was he taking her? Was he taking her for summary judgement? The slaughter had been committed by her own people. She deserved no less.

They went through the town. Beala let out a gasp when they came to an object on the other side. It was a gallows with a dangling noose.

The orc prodded her forward. She stiffened in alarm. This was not how she wanted it to end, not the humiliation of a rope!

He stopped behind her. Beala paused. What was he doing now?

She heard parts of his armor being shed. Then he pushed her forward. Something touched her butt. Was that an erection??

They paused when they got closer to the gallows. She turned to look at the orc. There was vengeance in his expression.

She carried his child… or at least she thought she did. And her people had destroyed his. Perhaps this was her fate… to suffer the punishment for the slaughter inflicted by her kind.

She climbed the steps to the gallows with obedient resignation. She stared at the dangling noose as a chill ran down her spine. This was not something she wished to face.

The orc grabbed her by the throat. He pushed up against her. She felt his erection behind her with her hands.

Her heart beat fast. Could she go through with it? What choice did she have?

Clearly he wanted retribution. She’d followed of her own accord. And she had not resisted when he’d bound her.

She felt around for his erection. It made her tummy do funny things. Perhaps one last humiliation… both for him and for her?

He had just moved her out onto the trap when she turned around. Beala slowly lowered herself to her knees. Before he could stop her she took his member between her lips.

Did the creature remember their previous encounter? Dimwitted perhaps, but certainly not in battle nor in warrior skills. She had skills of her own. And to the victor went the spoils of war and conquest.

Beala threw herself into her task. The appendage was just as nasty and disgusting as before. And yet she felt something shameful begin to well up within her.

The orc grunted as it thrust between her lips. Beala gagged several times. But she did not shy away. He deserved that much.

The orc promptly pulled her to her feet. He grabbed the noose and looped it around her throat. Beala panted for breath as she stiffened with anticipation.

What would the creature do now? She did not have to wait long to find out. She was bent forward as he thrust into her privates while maintaining a hold on the noose around her neck.

Beala let out a cry. It was a cry of humiliation. It was also a cry of shameful pleasure.

This was to be her penance for what her people had done. This was to cover the life she sensed was growing inside her. The orc had once spared her life. She was duty bound to put it back into his hands.

He thrust hard and powerfully. She sensed his anger combined with his lusts. Beala accepted it. Was it not wise to accept one final act of shameful pleasure before facing the humiliation of a criminal’s death?

How long would it take? How long would she hang before her soul left this world? How long would it hurt? As an elf she sensed it would not be a quick, nor an easy, death.

He pumped her as though his life depended upon it. Beala cried out in shameful pleasure. She could not make herself say the words aloud. But she could certainly try to transmit them telepathically… “Yes; I am guilty. Take your wrath and your pleasure from me.”

For a moment time stood still. She could see everything clearly. Then he pulled out, moving away from her.

Beala let out am anxious gasp. Then the platform dropped beneath her. The noose set tightly around her throat.

She rasped and gurgled as she started to dance. She swung back and forth in the noose, her naked body swaying wildly. It hurt far worse than she could have possibly imagined. What’s more, her neck had not broken.

She struggled to breathe as her body fought against the rope. Her legs kicked instinctively. The shame swelled within her again. With it came a strange rush of pleasure.

Was she imagining it? Was she hallucinating? Who could tell in this part of the kingdom?

She twisted around until she saw the orc watching her. He had another erection. Or was it the same one?

He stroked right in front of her. Beala tried to dance for his amusement. It was the least she could do for her people slaughtering his.

Her chest hurt; her lungs needed air. The noose was painfully tight around her throat. She was getting just enough air to breathe painfully.

She danced and jiggled in an effort to tighten the rope around her neck. It constricted a little tighter. Still, she could get air.

The pain got worse as she struggled in front of the orc. His anger seemed to be softening. In his face was… was that sadness?

Beala danced and danced, each kick a special agony. Her breasts bounced, juggled and danced as she fought the noose. The rope got tighter. Was the end in sight?

The orc approached the front of the platform. Then he sat down on the edge right in front of her. His erection hung at eye level.

Beala barely acknowledged it. She just wanted the pain to stop. Then she was reminded she shared a guilt in all this. She had to see it all the way through to the end.

He pulled her closer. He pushed his erection in her direction. It still smelled disgusting. But it filled her with a strange excitement.

He made her kiss it. Beala shuddered as internal organs started to die. Her mouth gaped open for him as her vision began to dim around the edges.

The first hot load hit her in the eyes, stinging and blinding her. Another load hit her cheek. A third load went into her open mouth.

Beala could not savor the disgusting flavor. But she could acknowledge the final kindness he’d bestowed upon her by hanging her and taking away her shame. The elf shuddered in her death throes. Then she quietly hung there, orc cum dripping off her face.

He sat there staring at her for the longest time. He watched as her bladder and bowels gave way. But he stayed through to the end as he had nowhere else to go.

He reached out and tenderly caressed her cheek. There was sadness in his expression. Yes, he remembered her back at the river. She had paid the price for her people. But he would never be the same as a result of their encounter.

2020 (written Mar 24 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by renders by Noosegirl)

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