The step-mother’s bath 3.5 (26)

Posted on January 20, 2025 by riwa

My step-mom was drunk again. She was oh, so drunk! And she wanted to fuck me since dad wasn’t around.

We’d fucked a few times before. She was always drunk when it happened. I knew I shouldn’t, but it was always hard to resist her.

Dad knew she was a drunk. But he continued to put up with her anyway. We were both pretty sure she was fucking other men on the side.

She invited me to the bedroom for a nightcap. I told her I didn’t want anything to drink. Then I asked if she needed some hot coffee.

She told me no. But a bath might help. She looked at me and grinned as though we would end up in the bedroom anyway after she was done.

I told her she could go right ahead and take a bath. But she told me she wanted me to help draw her one. I should have known better, but I was already starting to give in.

I started the bath water, making sure it would be warm. She came in and took her clothes off right in front of me. She added some bath oil to the water, guaranteed to make things slippery. Then she reached down and groped the bulge in my pants.

I said I was going to leave her to her bath. I told her she’d better be careful not to drown herself. She had no idea I’d fantasized about her drowning in the bathtub ever since she’d married dear ol’ dad.

She sternly told me, “I’m not so think as you drunk I am.” Then she laughed at herself. She told me maybe I’d better come in and watch her so she didn’t drown herself.

She groped my bulge again. Then she got into the tub. She playfully patted the water as though inviting me to join her.

I told her maybe I’d better step out and leave her to her bath. The idea of watching her drown was growing stronger within me. I didn’t want to take any chances.

“Ok,” she said drunkenly. “I just hope I don’t drown myself.” Then she just sort of slipped under the surface, ending up flat on her back on the bottom.

She released bubbles out of her nose as she came back up. She laughed as she sputtered, “Oops! Almost drowned m’self. Too much bath oil. Maybe you’d better stick around and keep me safe.”

She deliberately caressed her boobs in front of me. Then she reached down to finger herself. She was clearly implying I should either join her or get undressed and wait for her in the bedroom.

I shook my head. I was trying so hard to resist temptation. But it was becoming harder and harder.

I told her, “Maybe I’d better be going.”

She replied, “Good idea. You can wait for me in the bedroom.” Then she slipped back under.

More bubbles came up. Now I was convinced she wanted to fuck me again. And I was losing my will to fight her off.

That wasn’t the worst part of it. Each time she slipped under, she released bubbles out of her nose. It was so bloody erotic.

Didn’t she understand the kind of danger she was in? Didn’t she know how strong my drowning fetish was? How many times had I been tempted to drown her in this very bathtub?

She struggled to get her head back up. She sat upright, but she just kept slipping in the bathtub. Then she patted the water again as she told me I’d better join her to help keep her upright.

I tried to be firm as I told her it was her fault for adding the bath oil. Then I called her by her first name as though trying to awaken her from her drunkenness…

“Kelly, don’t you think you should get out now? Let me put you to bed.”

“Yes; let’s go to bed!” she giggled. “Unless you want to stay and watch me drown myself.”

She was drunk, and I was losing myself. I finally decided to let it all out. Besides, I doubted she would remember any of this in the morning.

“Can I let you in on a little secret, Kelly? I’ve always wanted to drown you ever since you married dad. Seeing you in the bathtub blowing bubbles out of your nose is so damned sexy. Maybe you shouldn’t do it anymore, as it just turns me on too much.”

She laughed again. “Do I turn you on, honey? I love turning you on. Now get undressed and join me right here in the tub, ok?”

I shook my head. “No, Kelly. I might drown you.”

She laughed as she drunkenly splashed the water. “Really? You really want to drown me?”

“You have no idea.”

She laughed as she splashed the water again. “Go right ahead, honey. C’mon in and drown me. Then we’ll finish up in the bedroom.”

She laughed as she wriggled around in the water while fondling her boobs. Then she slipped under the surface again. More bubbles came out of her nose.

It was getting harder and harder to resist temptation. She was really teasing me. I had to struggle against my inner desires.

This time she was a little slow working herself upright. Probably too much bath oil. So I reached in and pulled her head up.

She coughed and giggled before laughing drunkenly. “You’re a good step-son, honey. Now get your ass in the tub with me.” Then she slipped under again.

More bubbles came out of her nose. I could feel myself tumbling over the edge into the abyss. With great reluctance I pulled her head back up.

She coughed and laughed. “I keep slipping under, don’t I? I must be trying to drown myself for you. You’d like that; wouldn’t you, honey?” Then she splashed the water with her hand again, still trying to invite me to join her.

My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Then I asked, “You really want my help drowning you?” She just laughed.

It occurred to me I’d said it wrong. I corrected myself as I told her, “I meant to ask if you wanted my help getting out of the tub.” She was drunk enough, and everything was slippery enough, that she couldn’t stop sliding around inside the bathtub.

She giggled drunkenly. “You want me to drown for you, honey?” Then she slipped under again.

More sexy bubbles came out of her nose. This time she was under for a good fifteen or twenty seconds. If she wasn’t careful…

I reached in and grabbed a handful of hair. I pulled her head out of the water until she came up gasping and sputtering. She giggled as she told me, “I guess I need your help after all.”

“To get you out of the tub?”

She grinned drunkenly. “No. Drown me first. Then you’ll need to help me out of here.”

Something made me let go of her hair. She slipped back under. Bubbles came up as she lay at the bottom of the tub looking up at me.

I figured she had to be getting water up her sinuses. But she didn’t seem to care. She was drunk as a skunk, and obviously horny.

She stayed down and rubbed her boobs for me while releasing a few bubbles. Then she put a hand in her crotch and fingered herself. She grinned at me as though indicating she wanted me to put something of mine inside her right after she pulled her fingers out.

I watched as she wriggled and struggled. This time she seemed a little too slippery to sit upright in her drunken state. Then she started to work her head up.

Something came over me as I reached down. I gently pushed down on her boobs, keeping her submerged. They were nice and slimy from the bath oil. She just gave me a look of incredible lust.

More bubbles came out of her nose. Then she began to struggle a little. She finally tried to push my hands off her chest.

For some reason I couldn’t pull them off. My cock was hard as a rock inside my trousers. This time I shook my head as I told her, “You said you needed my help drowning you. Isn’t that right, Kelly?”

She tried to push me away again. The look of drunken amusement on her face morphed into one of alarm. It wasn’t long until I saw her chest begin to show the strain.

She tried a little harder to push me away. My excitement intensified a hundred-fold as more bubbles came out of her nose. “Not this time,” I gently told her. “This time we’re going to go all the way. I want you to drown for me, Kelly. I want your lungs to flood. You look so fucking sexy holding your breath underwater. Now I want to watch you drown for me.”

She bubbled as she tried to push my hands off her boobs. Her chest really heaved. It’s amazing how long she could hold her breath. Maybe it was because she was so drunk.

She fought against me. But she was too exhausted. What’s more, I’d become too weak to fight against a desire I’d harbored for quite a long time.

I leaned closer as I kept pushing down on her boobs. “Drown for me, Kelly,” I murmured with growing excitement. “Don’t worry; it will look like an accident. You just go right ahead and drown for me now.”

Her eyes widened in horror as though she finally understood. Then she gulped a huge mouthful of water. That’s what set her off.

Air poured out of her nose as she started hitching and gurgling. She went into seizures right there at the bottom of the bathtub. I just kept pushing down on her slippery boobs, my cock spewing in my pants as I watched.

Her lungs must have opened up because it looked as though she was swallowing huge mouthfuls of water. She hitched and convulsed, gurgling at the bottom of the tub as the last of her air escaped through her nostrils. But she was so drunk that it wasn’t all that violent of a drowning.

It was so fucking sexy. Reality was much different than what I had imagined. She put on one hell of a show.

She kept hitching as though continuing to swallow water. Kelly slowly rolled over onto her side. But she still kept convulsing from gentle spasms.

Tiny bubbles dribbled out of her nose and past her lips. Her eyes were open wide in utter shock. I wondered if she’d sobered up at the last moment, not that it would have mattered any.

She gently hitched until she finally settled down. An occasional muscle spasm affected an arm or a leg. Then she finally became still.

I stared in awe at my sexily drowned step-mother. She had the most incredible death stare you would ever want to see. She just looked outward with a vacant expression as though this was the last thing she’d ever expected to happen to her.

I reached into the water and caressed her. I explained how much I appreciated her gift to me, even though she was drunk at the time. Then I told her that her drowning for me was even better than going to bed with her.

I finally rose up and left her in the bathtub. As I walked into the living room, I mentally calculated what I was going to tell my father. Apparently Kelly had gotten drunk and had somehow drowned herself in her bathtub.

2021 (written for Tommy Jan 3 ’21 by riwa. Picture included for illustration purposes.)

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The Benefactor 4.2 (52)

Posted on January 13, 2025 by riwa

Whenever a benefactor for City U came to town, all the sorority girls would fight to be his escort. Benefactors had a tendency to treat the coeds lavishly. Sex was usually involved, but the benefits – especially the gifts and cash – almost always outweighed anything a coed gave up in body and soul.

The last benefactor who’d visited the campus had taken a girl away on a trip around the world. The Pi Omicron Rho Nu sorority benefited by receiving a generous donation, as did the university. Now another benefactor was coming to the campus.

The girls were run through a vigorous sexual contest. They were judged on how well they performed orally on both males and females. It was said the benefactor had a wife who might be seeking a little pleasure for herself.

Erin was thrilled when she was the one ultimately chosen to spend time with the couple. Dollar signs flashed in her eyes. She was sure this meant she was going places.

She was warned to treat the benefactor with utmost deference. His donation had not yet been received by the university. Erin promised she would not disappoint the school, nor the girls of the P.O.R.N. sorority.

Once they arrived, they couple seemed pleased with the girl chosen to be their companion during their visit. The benefactor and his wife took her to all the best spots in town, wining and dining her. Afterwards, they went back to the facility the university had provided for some sexual pleasure. Erin believed she had hit the jackpot.

On the second to last day of their visit, the benefactor and his wife spent the morning and afternoon involved in rigorous sex with Erin. But the evening was reserved for a special play. When asked if she had no objections, Erin said she was open to anything they had in mind.

She was led down naked into a sparsely furnished basement. What disturbed her was the noose that dangled from a beam in the ceiling. She immediately turned to the husband and wife, asking what this was all about.

“My wife has never seen a hanging before,” the husband explained. “The university has assured me you have been exposed to various forms of asphyxia. I trust this will not bother you much?”

“I, uh… n-no, sir.” She did not dare express her discomfort, nor her dismay, to such an important couple.

“Good. Beverlee, my darling? Would you like to do the honors?”

“Can I really, Doug?” the wife asked excitedly.

“Certainly. She’s more than willing; isn’t that right, my dear? You know how important this is to us. In the morning the university will receive our donation.”

“Y-yes, sir. I understand how important this is to you.”

“Good.”

The bare-chested husband put on an ominous black hood, giving him the air of an executioner. The wife tied Erin’s hands behind her back. When she was done, she kissed Erin on the lips before pulling a black hood down over her head.

Erin stood there panting heavily for breath. Were they really going to use the noose on her? Did this couple like playing hanging games?

She’d experimented with some asphyxia at the university. It was expected from all the girls who attended. But she hadn’t gotten all that involved in the noose games and role-plays that often took place on campus. Besides, there’d been stories of “accidents”, resulting in more than a few female bodies ending up as meals over at the cafeteria.

The noose was pulled down over her head. Then it was snugged up tight behind her right ear. “You have no idea how turned on I am, hun,” the wife told her as she ran a hand over Erin’s heaving breasts. “Doug promised me a hanging before we left the university. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Erin panted underneath the hood. It was getting awfully stuffy. She was also becoming more than a little frightened.

“Take her up, darling,” she heard the wife tell her husband. “But don’t hurt her right away. I want this to last.”

“As you wish, my love.” And with that, Erin was hoisted up off her bare feet into the air.

She gawked as she tried to cry out through the hood covering her face. She was terribly frightened. Surely the couple would be careful with her, right?

She began to kick instinctively. Her legs pedaled as she searched for the floor. She’d only been hanged once before, and she hadn’t liked it all that much.

She was let back down onto the floor. She panted for breath as she stood there blinded by the hood. Then feminine hands touched her all over.

“That was wonderful, darling. Her nipples are really erect.”

“That’s from the asphyxiation, my love. You should see what it’s doing to her pussy.”

“Oh, darling; take her up again!”

Erin was hefted up off the floor for a second time. She rasped as she tried to breathe through the hood. Then panic set in as she began to kick.

“Watch out for those legs, my love. She’ll kick you without meaning too.”

“Oh, darling; she’s magnificent! I never thought I’d live to see such an arousing spectacle! You’re right about her pussy. Take her down; I want to feel it!”

Erin was lowered to the floor. She rasped for breath, struggling to breathe underneath the hood while trying to maintain her balance upon unsteady legs. Then she felt feminine hands touch her all over before fingers pried her labia apart.

“You’re right, darling. She’s incredibly wet.”

“It’s from the asphyxiation, my love.”

“Take her up again. I love watching her struggle.”

“As you wish.”

Erin was hoisted back up into the air. She tried to brace herself for the experience. She even managed to hold still for several seconds. But the pain and panic inevitably caused her to start kicking again.

“There she goes!” the wife gasped breathlessly. “How they fight when they cannot breathe!”

“Do you like it, my love?”

“It’s utterly incredible! Bring her down; I want to finger her again!”

Erin was lowered back down onto the floor. She was even more unsteady on her feet. Feminine hands helped support her before they started roaming and caressing her naked flesh.

“Honey, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. I really appreciate it.”

Erin forced herself to stammer, “Th-thank you, Mrs. B-Borenstern.” After all, this was supposed to be for her sorority and for the university. But it sure was getting hot underneath the hood. How long before they set her free?

The wife was more than a little impressed. She told her husband, “She’s wonderful the way she kicks and struggles. Darling, you will see to it the university gets a more than generous donation this year, won’t you?”

“Of course, my love.”

“Will we be able to feast on her remains in the cafeteria tomorrow for lunch before we depart?”

“I’m sure they’ll save us the best parts, my love.”

Erin was horrified. Had she heard correctly??

“Are you ready for the best part, my love?”

“I can’t wait any longer, darling. Haul her up into the air. I want to watch her sexy dance of death as she hangs for us. I never thought snuffing sorority girls would be so exciting.”

“Mrs. B-Borenstern??” That was all she got out. A moment later Erin’s feet left the floor for the last time.

She hung limp, trying not to struggle. Surely they weren’t really going to kill her, were they? Then her legs began to kick.

She pedaled as she swung back and forth. The noose tightened ominously around her throat. The loss of air down her windpipe only panicked her further.

She kicked and struggled as she tried to rasp for breath. The hood puffed less and less as her airway was closed off. Erin developed a massive headache as her face felt flushed underneath the hood.

She gawked as her toes stretched for the floor that was out of reach. Then she really started to kick. Her body swung wildly as Mrs. Borenstern gasped with rapturous delight.

Erin fought for a good ten minutes until she no longer had the strength. She was barely getting any air down her throat. She gently swung back and forth until the wife came up and began touching her all over again.

“That was so sexy, honey. You put on such a wonderful dance. You really struggled, and it looked like it hurt a lot. I loved the hood and the way this looked like an execution. But the next time Doug hangs a girl for me I think I want to see her face as she suffers.”

Erin was barely aware of fingers probing her clenching twat. “My goodness, honey! Did you cum? You’re positively wet down there! How marvelous!”

Erin tried to scream. But she couldn’t get any air past her larynx. She went into hitches and spasms as internal organs began to die.

“Oh, darling; it’s marvelous! I’m so glad the sorority picked this one out for us! Please be generous with them and the university on account of this one.”

“You know I will, my love.”

Erin didn’t know whether to be horrified or appreciative her death would bring financial gain to the university. Then consciousness ebbed away until she didn’t care about anything anymore.

2021 (written Jun 14 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the picture.)

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The cistern 3.6 (38)

Posted on January 6, 2025 by riwa

Dorothy was playing a dangerous game and she knew it. She was Dapper Don’s girlfriend, a dangerous mobster who was not the least bit averse to having someone liquidated just for looking at him funny. But now she was seeing Rick on the side. It meant she was living on the edge.

She’d met the plumber a few weeks ago when he’d been summoned to fix a leak in the gangster’s mansion. It had been love at first sight. What made it more exciting for her was learning Rick was a bit of a sadist.

He tied Dorothy up their first night alone together. Then he had ruthlessly fucked her. From that moment on she’d become addicted to him.

She knew how dangerous it was seeing Rick on the sly. If Dapper Don were to find out, she’d wind up dead within 24 hours. That only added to the thrill of their forbidden affair.

Rick soon discovered her lust for the dangerous nature of their liaison. He responded accordingly.

One night he pretended he’d been sent over by the gangster to end Dorothy’s life. He tied her up, filled up the bathtub with cool water and put her in. Then he fucked her while forcing her head under the water. Dorothy screamed her climax in a froth of bubbles.

As far as Dorothy was concerned, there was no going back to the boring lovemaking of Dapper Don. Oh, she played the part of course. She dutifully pleased him whenever they were together.

But her heart was for her plumber-lover. She could not get enough of him. Whenever she was alone, she would discreetly seek Rick out for that dangerous thrill she so desperately craved.

There was one person in the organization Dorothy had every right to be worried about. Angela was moving up in the ranks. She had expressed in no uncertain terms her desire to eventually take over Dorothy’s role as the gangster’s lover.

Dorothy knew what that meant. If she didn’t tread carefully, Angela might very well find out. She and Rick would end up very much dead. Unfortunately that only excited her passions all the more.

Unfortunately she had no idea just how much Angela knew about their forbidden affair…

One day when she was alone at the mansion she received a mysterious text from her lover. Rick told her he’d found something that would greatly enhance their next encounter. He sent her directions to a secluded spot, telling her to make sure she wasn’t followed.

Dorothy drove out of the city and up a dirt road into the hills. She saw Rick’s Ford pickup and parked right next to it. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought he was going to do something terribly erotic with her.

She had no idea what that could be. Hell, he was liable to do anything to her clear out here! She found herself becoming wet with anticipation.

She got out of her car and looked everywhere. But he was nowhere around. She called out his name, but there was no response.

There was a path leading into the woods. Dorothy saw footprints in the dirt. She set off in that direction, believing he had something special in mind for her.

She followed the tracks for about a quarter of a mile. But there was still no sign of her beloved. She loudly called out his name, but there was no response.

A moment later there was movement within the brush. Dorothy gasped in alarm as Angela stepped out with a wicked smile. She was brandishing a dangerous looking revolver.

“So nice of you to come,” the woman smiled pleasantly. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Dorothy felt a sick feeling in the pit of her gut. Her heart leapt into her throat. “Where’s Rick?” she asked anxiously.

“Oh, you’ll be joining him shortly,” Angela replied. Then she waved the gun. “It’s that way. Just keep following the path you’re on.”

“Don’s going to be angry about this,” Dorothy told her, her heart pounding in her chest.

She’d become damp from a perverse excitement. She was also very, very worried. The fact she wasn’t wearing any panties made her squirm uncomfortably.

She followed the path, Angela right behind her with the gun pointed at her back. They rounded a corner and went down a hill. That’s when they entered a small clearing surrounded by trees.

Dorothy gasped in horror. What she saw made her start to tremble. She knew in an instant she was about to die.

Her lover stood stark naked on the cover to some cistern. His mouth was taped shut and his eyes blindfolded. Two of Dapper Don’s henchmen had their guns drawn on him. But he certainly wasn’t going anywhere, not with his hands tied behind his back and a set of shackles attached to his ankles.

“Rick!” she cried out in horror as she rushed forward. The two henchmen intercepted her before she could climb onto the cover and hug him. She couldn’t help noticing his exposed cock stirring at the sound of her voice.

“I thought you two lovebirds would like to spend some special time together,” Angela said with an evil sneer. “And since I know you both like to fuck, you might as well get naked, you stupid bitch!”

“Don isn’t going to like this, Angela!” Dorothy was becoming anxious by the second. All she could do was play the only card she thought would save her.

“Are you insane? He’ll have you and these two idiots of yours shot for sure! You’d better let us go right now!”

“I don’t think so, bitch!” Angela snorted with a laugh. “Who do you think authorized this little play-date in the first place?”

“You’re a liar!”

“Don didn’t like the pictures I showed him, bitch! When I presented them to him, he told me he wanted it done today. What’s more, he wants to make sure your bodies are never found. Why do you think I lured you way out here? Don’t you know this is where all the bodies are buried! Now strip, you fucking whore!”

Dorothy gasped in horror. But she did as she was told. She was embarrassed as hell when her skirt came off, revealing her dripping pussy.

Angela laughed at her. “What’s the matter, bitch? All turned on now that you know you’re about to die?”

“You can’t do this to us!” Dorothy gasped. “The cops will find our bodies! You’re going to pay for this!”

“I don’t think so, bitch,” Angela chuckled. “No one knows you’re out here. When I texted you I told you to make sure you weren’t followed, remember?”

“You mean that was YOU?!” That sick feeling in the pit of her gut intensified. Dorothy now realized she’d been set up.

“You can keep your nylons and garter, bitch. It’s nice to see you all dressed up for the occasion. Besides, it won’t matter in the long run, certainly not where you two are going. Now step up there with lover-boy.”

Dorothy glanced at the two men holding weapons. She decided she had no choice, not unless she wanted to get shot. So she hesitantly climbed up onto the cover to the cistern in her nyloned feet, only to see Rick’s cock begin to harden.

“Lover-boy here sure seems glad to have you around, don’t you think?” Angela laughed cruelly as Dorothy trembled in terrified arousal.

The two henchmen set their weapons down upon the ground. They produced a bunch of black plastic straps about an inch wide. Dorothy was shoved right up against the naked body of her lover.

The men started to strap the two of them together. Rick grunted through the tape covering his mouth. His hardening cock now nestled between Dorothy’s legs.

“Don’t do this, Angela!” she gasped in growing alarm. “We can make a deal! We can go away together and disappear! You don’t have to do this!”

“That’s right, bitch,” Angela chuckled. “You two are going to disappear all right.”

“But we can make a deal! I’ve got money!”

She whimpered, her pussy embarrassingly wet. The henchmen strapped each of her spread legs directly to each of Ricks, securing their bodies together. Rick grunted and moaned, his cock getting even harder as it pushed up between Dorothy’s legs.

“The only deal I want, bitch, is the one where I’m Dapper Don’s girlfriend. That deal only exists in the same universe where you and lover-boy here are both dead and gone!” That’s when Dorothy really started hyperventilating.

“YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US!”

“There’s no one for miles, bitch,” Angela said with a cruel laugh. “…no one but the bodies of Don’s enemies up here. But don’t worry. The place you two are going is special.”

Dorothy let out a cry as her stomach was tightened right up against Rick’s tummy with one of the straps. She gasped and whimpered, terrified out of her mind. The fact she was wet and Rick’s cock was hard between her legs was humiliating, especially since the bitch could see everything.

“Aww, how sweet,” Angela chuckled. “You two want one last fuck together? I think we might be able to work something out.”

Ricks arms were released long enough to have them wrapped around Dorothy’s body and secured. Since there was no chance of escape, he didn’t try anything foolish. Then her arms were wrapped around his body and strapped into place.

Another strap forced them up against each other chest to chest, her breasts pressed up against his warm body. She could feel his heartbeat thumping wildly. Could he feel hers beating just as fast?

One last strap was wrapped around their upper bodies just below the armpits. Dorothy panted heavily, scared out of her wits. She still could not ascertain what the danger was… why they were being tied up this way.

“Let the stupid bastard see his lover,” Angela instructed. “Let him be able to talk to her as well.”

Rick’s blindfold and the tape over his mouth were removed. “Dorothy? Are you all right? I was called to a plumbing job, but these two goons were waiting for me. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” Dorothy replied as tears filled her eyes. “This is all my fault.”

“No,” he told her, shaking his head. “I knew who you were from the very beginning. Yet I still took the risks. The fault is mine.”

He kissed her fiercely. The henchmen ignored them. They were too busy finishing the procedure by applying a set of shackles to Dorothy’s ankles… not that they were needed to keep her from going anywhere.

“Aww, how sweet,” Angela purred mockingly.

She reached between both sets of spread legs to grab Rick’s cock. “You’re hard, dumbass!” she laughed. “You should have known better than to think with this instead of thinking with your head. No matter. Now about that last fuck for you two lovebirds…?”

Angela grasped Rick’s cock and began working it up against Dorothy’s dripping slit. The bound woman moaned, her body instinctively writhing. If they were about to die she desperately wanted to feel it inside her.

Angela glared at her. “Hold on, you stupid bitch! Give me a second here; ok?”

She worked it a little more until it suddenly slid right in. Dorothy gasped and then whimpered, feeling Rick’s familiar member work itself deep inside her. It made her even wetter as she moaned softly.

Angela smirked at them as she asked, “Are you two lovebirds ready for your last ride?” Her eyes twinkled with murderous lust. Then she stepped back, motioning at the two henchmen.

“Gentlemen? Introduce these stupid assholes to the cistern!”

Both men knelt down and appeared to reach for a couple of levers. Dorothy had no clue what was about to happen. Her heart skipped a beat as she anxiously gasped, “RICK?!”

“It’ll be all right,” he told her softly. Then the cover beneath them suddenly gave way.

Screams were ripped out of their lungs as they plummeted downward into ominous darkness. Both of them thought for sure they were going to be killed on impact from the fall. Neither one expected the surprise they got, the surprise of hitting cold water with a loud splash.

The combined weight of both sets of shackles immediately took over, pulling them downward together. It got even darker, the water much colder. That’s when Dorothy realized what was happening to them. It would truly be a miracle if their bodies were ever found down here.

Rick’s cock swelled in her pussy from his fear of death. He began to fuck her instinctively, the two of them losing bubbles as they grunted in terror. They desperately tried to wriggle free of the straps binding them together. But it was a hopeless task.

They went deeper and deeper, the water getting colder and colder. Dorothy’s lungs began to heave as she struggled to hold her breath. Then she heard Rick gurgle as she got a face-full of his drowning bubbles.

She began to thrash about, screaming in horror as her lungs burned in her chest. Rick was fucking her as he was drowning up against her body. She was certain it would be her turn in mere moments.

Her feet came in contact with something even more frightening. Her toes detected the feel of decaying flesh and bone. There were more bodies down here with them!

Dorothy screamed her breath away in pure terror. Then Rick’s cock exploded inside her. She felt his hot seed inside her, triggering a devastating orgasm.

A moment later her lungs gave out. Dorothy began blowing drowning bubbles into her lover’s face as she grunted and gurgled. His body convulsed against hers.

The two lovers hitched and gurgled together, their naked bodies bucking and jerking all pressed up against each other. Dorothy’s pussy instinctively milked Rick’s twitching cock dry as they drowned in unison. Her mind screamed over and over from the terror of the utter blackness of the watery cistern and the dead bodies immediately below them.

The two naked murder victims of Dapper Don slowly settled down upon previously disposed bodies. They gurgled softly against each other, stray bubbles slipping out of parted lips to scurry upward. Then they gurgled and sighed as their lives faded away along with the last of the air escaping their flooded lungs…

Up at the surface Angela bent over the edge of the cistern, listening intently. Her nipples were extremely hard underneath her form-fitting shirt. Her pussy was damp with excitement.

The idea that both of them were drowning down there with his cock up her cunt was incredibly arousing. She thought she heard a quiet explosion of bubbles echo up to her. She sighed with pleasure, experiencing an erotic thrill knowing they had drowned together in the ultimate fuck.

She almost climaxed. But she contained herself in the presence of Don’s goons. “Much better than any good masturbation session,” she murmured quietly in erotic bliss.

“What was that?” one of the henchmen asked.

“Nothing!” she said with an angry, dismissive wave. “Seal it up, boys. Let’s get out of here.”

“Not before we carry out the boss’s final orders,” the other said.

The two quickly grabbed a startled Angela. She began screaming at them in anger and horror. “HEY, WAIT A MINUTE… YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME… NOOOO…. AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

They tipped her over the edge and then let go. She screamed all the way down until she hit cold water with a splash. It never occurred to her Dapper Don might be upset with her for bringing him proof of Dorothy’s infidelity without first telling him of her suspicions.

She came up sputtering, absolutely frightened out of her wits. She looked up at the opening to the cistern. Gawd, it looked so far away!

Then she started screaming upward as she tried to tread water. “HEY… GET ME OUT OF HERE… YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME… I DON’T WANT TO DIE DOWN HERE… PLEASE DON’T LET ME DROWN!”

The light above her suddenly went out. The cover had been adjusted back into place. She’d been sealed in forever.

Angela screamed, her panicked cries echoing all around her. She flailed wildly until she began swallowing water. In her panic she simply couldn’t keep her head above water.

She slipped under, grunting and gurgling as her body convulsed from the agony of drowning. She kept screaming over and over in her mind in the blackness of the cistern. She gurgled painfully until she shuddered quietly, the last of her air escaping her flooding lungs.

Angela’s body ended up drifting downward. Ironically she finally settled on top of the two murdered lovers. Her lifeless eyes stared in abject horror at the inconceivable turn of events.

2012; 2020 (written for Dorothy Aug 17 ’12; ed. Aug 27 ‘20 by riwa)

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Christmas Presents 4 (70)

Posted on December 30, 2024 by riwa

The packages had all finally been opened and lunch was spread on the dining room table — not that anyone was sitting there. The kids were happily playing with their new toys, cups of chocolate milk near them, while an exhausted Dorothy sat beside her husband as he watched football on the television.

The knock on their front door was completely unexpected. “DHL express delivery for Dorothy Brown!” came a shout. A glance out their front window revealed the familiar yellow van sitting in their driveway.

Dorothy’s spirits immediately picked up — something special for her alone! She almost ran to the door as her husband grunted and went back to watching football.

Opening the door, she saw the uniformed man holding a clipboard. “This way, ma’am,” he said, “It’s in the back of my truck. You have to inspect the box and sign before I can carry it in.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Dorothy called to her family. Then she followed the delivery man to the open doors on the back of his tall truck. “What present could be that large?” she wondered.

It was dark inside the back of the truck as she peered in. Then four hands grabbed her and pulled her inside as the “delivery man” pushed her up from behind. Her brief scream went unheard in the houses closed tight against the cold with their tellys all showing football.

Her husband, however, did hear a muffled sound… and smiled. Looking down at their kids, he knew that Mommy was about to get the present that she had always wanted most.

—

Dorothy was now gagged, her wrists bound behind her. She had been laid on her back as the delivery truck quietly pulled out of her home’s driveway and started down the street. The “delivery man” was just beginning to pull her panties off.

“I’m Jeff,” he announced to Dorothy. “I’ll be chopping your head off later.” Then he unzipped his pants to pull his already-stiff manhood out.

“Omigod,” Dorothy thought. “It’s going to happen! What do I do?? Ahhhh, he’s such a strong man… and his cock… I’m really going to lose my head! Finally!! He’s going to rape me now and his cock… and his blade… will feel so damn good!”

Jeff’s cock touched her pussy and began to slide inside. “What… what will you use on… my neck?” Dorothy gasped as his rock-hard shaft impaled her again and again.

“I have a broad-bladed axe that is going to split your spine and throat as soon as your hair is short enough,” Jeff replied. Then he lifted Dorothy’s legs up so that he could pound her cunt harder.

Dorothy threw away her fright and allowed her own excitement to build. As the truck slowed, Jeff banged her harder and faster so that they both climaxed just as the van’s engine died.

–

The three men guided Dorothy, naked from the waist down, into a small warehouse which was fortunately well-heated. She beheld before her a small open space that all the boxes had been cleared from. In the center of the space was a beheading block, with a wicker basket in front of it and a pillow in back. “Last stop for you, dearie,” Jeff said.

Other men came in as the three tore her clothes to strip Dorothy completely naked without untying her. Then they made her kneel on the pillow behind the block. After compelling her to bend over and lay her neck across the scarred wood, Jeff sat on a box not far from beside her head.

“This is how it’s going to happen, Dorothy. Every man in this warehouse is going to rape you. Once each is done, he’ll cut your hair slightly shorter on the back of your neck. As soon as your hair is short enough to give me a clear target, I’m going to raise up my axe and chop your head off. Is all that clear?”

Dorothy was panting with heat, lust, and outright excitement. “Bring the bastards on!” she replied, gazing down into the basket that was her life’s new destination. So the men started coming, each to leave his cum inside Dorothy’s doomed body.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Jake.” Obviously the most mature man, he got to be first. He was gentle with Dorothy, caressing her back as his cock penetrated and twisted inside of her. He took his time screwing, and left her body dripping with sweat and her pussy flowing with his sperm. Then Dorothy trembled as she felt her hair lightly tugged, heard the scissors’ snips and chilled at the slight new coolness on the back of her neck.

Max wasn’t nearly as gentle after having to wait so long. His pounding made Dorothy scrape her throat as she kept it pressed onto the block. But she lusted for him to shoot his seed into her. Afterwards, the snipping came again, and then her neck was ever-so-slightly cooler.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Samuel, and I’m going to watch you get raped and then beheaded!” And from behind, another hot cock was at her labial lips, pushing in. She opened herself to him, wanting his cock… wanting him to cum into her and wanting him to see her head struck off into the waiting wicker basket.

The men kept coming and cumming, men whose faces she didn’t see, but who she knew were each taking away more locks of her shorn hair.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m John, and my cock is going to rip you wide open!” Omigod, how many were there going to be? Dorothy had been fucked so many times now…. and John’s cock really was huge! She was sore and exhausted and… yes, she was longing for, lusting for… the upcoming blow of Jeff’s axe. But Dorothy concentrated as hard as she could, and climaxed one more time.

John, however, seemed to cut a little more of her hair than the other men had. Dorothy realized from the coolness on the nape of her neck that surely her spine must be completely uncovered by now. Then Jeff was standing up!

“That’s it, Dorothy,” Jeff announced. “All twelve of us have owned your cunt and the back of your hair is well short enough. You have a very smooth pink-flushed neck for me to strike. Hold still for just a minute more.”

Dorothy’s thoughts were of panic mixed with lustful desire… ‘Oh Shit, Jeff has picked up his axe! His feet are spread beside the block! There’s something cold over my neck! Now it’s gone, and Jeff is taking a deep breath in!’

The guys in the warehouse had gathered around. But Dorothy kept her eyes fixed down into the wicker basket she was about to die in. “C’mon, Jake, give it to her!” “This hard one is going to be steel, babe!” Then three men shouted, “Off With Her HEAD!”

HUFF! Jeff’s breath blew out as he pulled the high-held axe down fast! THWOK and Dorothy’s neck was chopped clean through!

“AAGGHHH” Dorothy tried to scream. But no sound came as her severed head toppled into the waiting wicker basket.

She rolled to a stop looking up, up at a blood-dripping axe embedded in the block. Then she saw Jeff’s smiling face looking down at her. She heard more steps come over. The last thing she saw was half a dozen men bending over the basket, all saying to her what a fine screw she’d been.

–

The knock on her door came completely unexpected. “DHL express delivery for Claire Ensler from the Browns!” came a shout. A glance out her front window revealed the familiar yellow van just pulling out of her driveway.

Claire seethed with anger — she despised Dorothy Brown! Why would that family be sending her anything??

She opened the door and brought the package in. Fetching some scissors, she cut the tape that sealed the box shut.

Inside the delivery box was a blood-stained wicker basket holding Dorothy Brown’s decapitated head. The card attached to the top of the basket read, “You’re still the hot babe that Dorothy hated so much. Stop over and see me some time?” It was signed, “Dorothy’s widower husband.”

Claire smiled widely, drew the curtains shut, placed Dorothy’s lifeless head on the mantel above her fireplace… and then sat down on her living-room couch to masturbate.

Written by “Dorothy Brown” 7-27-2016 (edited by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.5 (10)

Posted on December 24, 2024 by riwa

Coming January rewards

Ships in the night (A Club story)
A summer of Cassidy 3
Competitive breathlessness
Ghosting April
Hanging for his aunt 2
Best laid plans 9
Mika and her lover
The chair and the noose
A walk in the woods
Joyride
Mistress strangles her
Male hot tub drowning

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

As crazy as this world has gotten, I’m surprised we’re still here. Wars, natural disasters, signs in the skies (drones) and this continuous avian flu still attacking the birds, including our chickens. And I’m hearing reports all over of people being laid off from large companies. So I pray you still have your jobs.

We sure had an interesting election cycle; didn’t we. I got tired of all the political ads on the radio and in my mail. And as crazy as all this has been, I have a funny feeling things are going to get even crazier in 2025. I believe this has become our new normal, but I have a sneaking suspicion our “new normal” is going to keep deteriorating. Some people are understandably preparing for the worst.

Mom and I are not worried. For starters, I’m going to focus on my stories. I still sprinkle in some older tales I’ve edited. But I am uploading a lot of newer material written in ‘24 (including one from ‘23). And I’m going to keep focusing on mom while I still have her.

We’re eating out a couple times this week to celebrate Christmas. Our present to each other is to simply spend some time together eating and chatting. And as for the rest of it? I’m just going to sit back with some popcorn and soda and see what happens. You’ve probably guessed by now Who I’m putting my faith and hope in, and it certainly isn’t the incoming administration, although I do hope things change for the better.

I hope and pray you all have a very nice Christmas with friends and family. And have a happy New Year. Me and my stories will catch up to you in January. Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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Hailee and the ridge 3 (28)

Posted on December 16, 2024 by riwa

Hailee had explored much of the land and water beyond her back yard. But there was one place she had yet to investigate. It was an underwater ridge twenty yards farther out from shore.

She’d swam out there several times before. Hailee had even been tempted to head off the ridge and see how far down it went. But each time she’d hesitated… until today.

She sat on the shoreline and strapped on a pair of dive fins. Hailee pulled down a black dive mask over her face. Then she waded out into the water.

The depth was easy enough to handle. She was a good swimmer, and was confident in her abilities. It was what lay beyond the ridge that both concerned and intrigued her.

She waded out and then finned underwater until she reached the ridge and surfaced. The plateau was nine feet below her. What lay beyond the ridge was deeper still.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She’d been putting off this moment for a long time. Now she wanted to see what had up ‘til now been just out of reach.

Hailee filled her lungs. Then she angled herself downward. She reached the ridge and went right over the edge.

She kicked with long, smooth strokes of her dive fins. They easily propelled her downward. The bottom was certainly deep enough. But the water was clear, and she could easily see what lay below.

She reached the ocean floor within a good fifteen or twenty seconds. Her confidence swelled within her. It was quite the drop-off. But now she saw how easy it was to reach the bottom, especially swimming down using her dive fins.

She saw there were crevasses scattered about. The one she was in was littered with smooth stones that led to a sandy incline. Hailee decided to follow that particular path, not wanting to tarry on the ocean floor too long.

The rocky bottom gave way to a sandy slope. She followed it upward, grateful it was taking her toward the surface. Already she could feel the pressure of the depths upon her body.

The path ended in front of a sloping wall. Hailee followed it straight up, releasing bubbles out of her mouth. Soon she reached the top of the ridge until she was once more in shallow water.

Hailee surfaced and panted for breath. Her heart beat with excitement. This was the first time she’d mastered her fear of the ridge and what lay beyond.

She was proud it hadn’t cost her that much time underwater. She was certainly a good breath-holder and had been concerned how long she would have to hold it going down and back. But the entire swim had barely taken over a minute, hardly taxing her abilities at all.

Hailee moved back over to the top of the ridge, treading water up at the surface. She filled her lungs and headed back down. This time she finned slower, wanting to take her time exploring.

Once more she went right over the edge. It was a long way down. She bottomed out once again at what felt like a good fifty or sixty feet.

She slowly looked all around before deciding to take that same path angling up the incline. She knew she would run into that dead end and be forced upward. But now there was very little fear involved.

She finned slowly, taking her time while examining the bottom. The rocky soil soon gave way to the sandy incline. Hailee followed the path until she ran into the wall, causing her to slowly fin her way back up to the top while releasing air out of her mouth.

She surfaced and panted for breath. The view had been exhilarating. What’s more, her breath-holding abilities had not been the least bit challenged.

She finned over to her starting point above the ridge again. Hailee filled her lungs and submerged once more. This time she skulled herself down until she was virtually standing upright on the ridge.

She peered over the edge, looking down into the crevasse. She released a few bubbles before tipping herself forward. Then she slowly finned her way downward again.

It was still a long way down, just like her past two dives. Hailee felt that familiar surge of excitement in her gut. Yet she experienced a growing confidence she had nothing whatsoever to worry about.

She reached the bottom of the crevasse. Instead of heading for the incline, she paused to examine the rocks along the ocean floor. They’d been smoothed over from centuries of lying on the bottom.

She took her time slowly finning along the bottom. She wanted to explore the crevasse, although there really wasn’t much to it. That’s when she stumbled upon a larger stone lying in a pile of smaller ones.

Curious, she picked it up and hefted it in her arms. Then she looked up at the ridge above her. It was a long way back to the surface. But she wasn’t feeling the strain in her lungs just yet.

Hailee smiled as she began to carry the stone along the bottom toward the sandy slope. It wasn’t all that heavy. But it helped keep her on the ocean floor.

Her fins hindered her progress as she moved along. They were not designed for taking long walks on the ocean floor. At least the protected her bare feet from the rocks she stepped upon.

She had just reached the sandy part of the trail when she felt it in her lungs. It was time to go. Hailee dropped the stone and released a burst of bubbles as she headed for the surface.

This time there was a small surge of concern as she propelled herself upward. Instinctively she used powerful strokes of her fins to rapidly make the ascent. But her anxiety faded as she drew closer to the surface.

She went all the way up until she popped her head up, gasping quietly for breath. The moment of excitement passed. That time she’d stayed down longer and had almost run out of air. She’d experienced a brief thrill that quickly faded.

Hailee decided she was going to go back down. So she filled her lungs before submerging. Once more she worked herself down onto the ridge.

She looked downward, trying to find the large rock she’d discovered. But it was just out of sight. She would have to start down the wall in order to locate it.

Hailee went over the side head first. This time she pulled with her arms, trying not to use her fins as much. It took longer, but she was able to make it easily enough.

She reached the bottom of the rocky crevasse. Hailee turned and slowly finned toward the incline. The stone was still there, right where she’d left it.

She swam over to it and picked it up. It was heavy enough, yet she could easily carry it. That’s when Hailee looked up at the ridge, suddenly deep in thought.

With the stone in her hands, she launched herself upward off the sandy part of the incline. She had to fin harder to propel herself upward, releasing more air along the way. The rock as well as her negative buoyancy slowed her ascent, giving her a brief surge of anxiety.

The top of the ridge drew closer. Hailee aimed right for it, her heart beating fast as her lungs began to burn. Then she was there, the surface barely nine or ten feet above her.

She dropped the stone onto the edge of the ridge, making sure it didn’t go tumbling back over. Her lungs were burning as little spurts of air spewed past her lips. Then she finished the swim upward, gasping for breath once her head cleared the surface.

Hailee tread water while catching her breath. That one had been a longer swim and had taxed her abilities. But she felt proud she’d handled herself well.

She considered the stone sitting on the edge of the ridge. That’s when an interesting thought crossed her mind. She felt a surge of anxiety over what she was contemplating. But she still wanted to attempt it.

Hailee waited until she’d gotten her breath back. She carefully slipped out of her dive fins. They drifted to the surface where they quietly bobbed in place.

Hailee filled her lungs before she could change her mind. Then she skulled herself downward. Her bare feet came in contact with the ridge in close proximity to the stone.

She bent down to pick it up. Then she hefted it in her arms. But she felt a sudden surge of concern, and she let it go as she returned to the surface.

Hailee popped up panting quietly for breath. Then she grabbed her fins and slipped them back on. That’s when she shook her head… hunh – unh. She was going to make sure she could get back to the surface easily enough.

Once more Hailee filled her lungs before submerging to the top of the ridge. She crouched down and picked up the stone. Then she hefted it in her arms as she stepped forward to the edge.

A brief surge of anxiety flushed through her once more. ‘Here goes nothing,’ she told herself. Then she leaned forward, stretching the stone out in front of her in her outstretched arms.

Hailee choose not to kick or do anything else. She simply allowed the weight of the stone to pull her downward. She easily cleared the wall of the ridge as she headed straight for the bottom.

Hailee felt an erotic thrill as she made the descent. Once more she felt the pressure increase the deeper she went. But she was all caught up in the excitement of her time on the ridge and the little game she was attempting.

The stone took her right down until it came in contact with a pile of its kindred where she let it go. It had taken hardly any time at all to make the descent. Hailee doubted she could have finned her way to the bottom all that much faster.

She grinned inwardly, bubbles trickling out of her mouth. She picked it back up in her hands. Then she tried to make the walk across the rocky bottom toward the sandy incline.

Once more, the fins made it difficult to proceed. They were long and floppy. She had to walk much slower.

At first Hailee thought about dropping the rock right then and there. Instead, she launched herself back up toward the surface with the stone in her hands. She released bubbles out of her mouth as she propelled herself upward, using long, powerful strokes of her dive fins.

At first it felt like a chore, and an anxious one at that. But she could tell she was making headway. She soon reached the top of the ridge where she deposited the stone and then headed for the surface.

Hailee popped up gasping quietly for breath. Now she’d become excited about her newfound discovery. What’s more, she really wanted to try what she’d been previously considering.

Hailee removed her dive fins again. She left them bobbing at the surface as she filled her lungs. Then she descended toward the ridge.

She picked up the stone in her hands and quickly moved to the edge of the ridge. Once more she felt that erotic thrill of anxiety. This time she simply stretched her arms outward with the stone in her hands, launching herself forward.

The added weight dutifully took her right off the ridge. Hailee hung on tight as she began her descent. Once more, she had to fight against that instinctive surge of anxiety that wanted to overwhelm her.

She felt the pressure increase as she headed to the bottom. Hailee felt an erotic thrill as she went all the way down along the wall of the ridge. The bottom soon rushed up to meet her.

Instead of allowing the stone to touch the ocean floor, Haile twisted until she landed upon her feet. Her hair flowed upward before coming down all around her eyes. That had been more thrilling than she could have possibly imagined.

Hailee turned and began to carry the stone over the rocky ground. But she could already feel it in her lungs. She knew she should be able to hold her breath longer. But she figured it was because of the thrill of the descent with the rock in her hands.

She dropped the stone and kicked off the bottom for the long swim back to the surface. Hailee released bubbles out of her mouth as she followed the wall of the ridge. The pressure eased the closer she got to the surface.

She came all the way up and gasped quietly for breath. What should she do now? Should she go down, get the rock and try again?

Hailee wasn’t sure she could get it back to the top of the ridge without her dive fins. So she retrieved them and slipped them onto her feet. Then she filled her lungs before angling downward.

She went right over the edge of the ridge, zeroing in on the rock. She wanted to dive off the ridge again with the stone in her hands. This time she wanted to see how far she could carry it along the ocean floor before being forced to return to the surface.

Once more, it felt like a long way down. By now Hailee was getting used to it. She was actually thrilled at having to make such a deep dive under her own power.

She reached the bottom and found the stone. She picked it up and headed back to the surface with long, powerful strokes of her fins. It was a long way, and she released bubbles out of her mouth.

The pressure eased as she approached the surface. She reached the ridge and deposited the rock. Then she headed for the surface to catch her breath.

Hailee popped up panting quietly. Her plan was to allow the rock to take her all the way down. Then she wanted to know how far she could carry it before lack of air forced her to return to the surface.

She slipped out of her dive fins yet again. She was tempted to jettison them altogether. But they sure were helpful in getting that stone back to the top of the ridge. It was just about the right weight for her to handle.

She caught her breath and then filled her lungs. Hailee submerged to the top of the ridge and the waiting stone. The anxiety she always felt quickly returned, although it was not as intense as before.

She held the stone in her hands as she looked down over the edge. It gave her a fearful thrill. But she’d already done it once before. She was sure she could do it again.

Down she went, stretching out the stone ahead of her toward the ocean floor. Hailee felt that familiar surge of erotic anxiety. It gave her quite a thrill hanging onto some weight as she was pulled to the ocean floor.

She went all the way to the bottom, easily making it on the breath in her lungs. Once again, she twisted in place until she came down on her feet. Hailey wanted to make sure her feet were underneath her so she could begin her walk.

Hailee turned and began the long climb up the rocky slope. Her feet slipped among the smooth surface of the many stones. Thankfully there was nothing jagged upon which to cut herself.

She started up the slope, slow and steady. This time it felt like she had more air left in her lungs. She could hold her breath longer so long as she didn’t panic while making each descent.

Hailee powered forward with her legs, searching for solid places in which to put each foot. She slipped on the rocks as she made the climb. She wanted to reach the sandy soil up ahead. But she could feel her lungs starting to protest again.

Hailee was disappointed with herself. She knew she could stay down longer. And she was sure she could reach that sandy part of the trail. But she dropped the rock and began the long swim back to the surface.

She released bubbles as she made the ascent. Each time up made her think it was such a long way that she might not make it. Yet each time she always surfaced with room to spare.

She passed the top of the ridge on the way to the surface. She located her bobbing dive fins and headed in that direction. She would need them to go back down and retrieve the rock.

Hailee popped up gasping quietly for breath. She corralled the fins and attached them to her bare feet. She waited another minute to catch her breath. Then she submerged to begin the long swim back down.

She went over the ridge and headed downward. She zeroed in on the location of the stone she’d been using. She wanted to keep using the same one; it was virtually the perfect weight.

She reached the bottom and did a quick search for the stone she wanted. She spotted it and hefted it in her hands. Yup; this was the one she wanted.

Hailee turned and headed back to the surface. She released bubbles out of her mouth as she made the lengthy climb up the side of the ridge. It was still intimidating to know how deep she was. But she was proving over and over to herself just how easy it was to make the swim.

She reached the top of the ridge, swam over to the spot she wanted, and dropped off the rock. Then she headed on to the surface. Her lungs were just beginning to protest when she burst up gasping quietly for breath.

She paused to get her breath back while shedding her dive fins. She looked all around, noticing she was still alone. That was ok as she enjoyed making these exploratory swims by herself.

She filled her lungs and headed for the ridge below. Hailee picked up the stone and hefted it in her hands. There was no point in dilly-dallying, not if she wanted to make a nice long walk on the ocean floor with the stone in her hands.

Hailee launched herself over the edge of the ridge. Once more, she held the stone outstretched in her hands. It took her down the wall of the ridge to the depths below.

Damn; it was deep! She never could seem to get used to it. Hailee concentrated on holding her breath, wanting to conserve every molecule of air for her walk along the bottom.

She reached the ocean floor and turned herself around until she landed on her feet. She only paused a moment before turning and beginning her walk. She followed the uphill path, her feet fumbling through the numerous smooth stones along the way.

She knew she could go farther. After all, she had plenty of air in her lungs. A steady pace would accomplish a great deal, so long as she didn’t panic or become too anxious.

It wasn’t that far to the sandy part of the incline. Hailee kept at it, determined to make the entire length on one breath. She felt a growing thrill as she approached her destination.

She reached the sand and began to climb upward, her toes digging into the soft bottom. Hailee felt a thrill at having made it this far. This was good exercise, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Hailee followed the path to the left. A few more yards and she would reach the wall that dead-ended the crevasse she was in. She was proud she was going to make the walk with the stone in her hand on one breath.

Hailee suddenly became aware of a disturbance in the soil. Was it her vision? Had she pushed herself to the point of it affecting her senses?

Something came down on her shoulder. Hailee looked up in time to see part of the wall coming down on her. She let out a cry of alarm as she dropped the stone.

She tried to launch herself up off the ocean floor while shying away from the descending material. But it was too late. She got caught up in it until she found herself being forced back down to the bottom of the crevasse.

Instinctively she held her breath, fearing the worst. Her vision blurred in an instant. She thought for sure she would be buried and might never be found again.

She was aware of a faint rumbling in the distance. Then all became quiet. She waited for more of the side of the crevasse to come down on her. But it didn’t.

She suddenly became aware of aching lungs. She needed to return to the surface. But she was buried up to her torso in material from the side of the wall.

She grunted and bubbled as she struggled to free herself. There was a lot of dirt and rock on top of her. It reminded her of that time on the beach with her friends when she’d been buried up to her hips in sand.

That time it had been difficult to extricate herself. This felt even worse. She struggled to pull her legs out as her lungs began to burn.

Hailee grunted and bubbled as she pulled to free herself. She thought she could feel her left leg starting to pull free. The right one seemed worse, and she struggled to work it loose.

The strain in her lungs worsened. Her stomach began to ripple. The water all around her was still blurry from the sediment being disturbed. She could taste particles of dirt in her mouth.

Hailee grunted as the fear intensified. Her lungs began to heave more insistently. She frantically clawed at the sediment covering her lower extremities.

She felt her left leg come free. But her right one felt like it was wedged against something. She began to tug frantically, her lungs screaming at her.

A convulsion nearly made her lose her breath. Instinctively she covered her mouth as she looked upward. Her vision was still brown and murky.

She shook her head, grunting and bubbling as she waved upward with her arms. She struggled to free herself, trying to use her left leg for leverage. The right one was slowly coming free, but there was too much dirt and sediment involved.

Hailee suddenly spewed her breath away. A moment later she gurgled as she involuntarily swallowed. That’s when she went into convulsions as she began to suck water down her windpipe.

She tried to scream, but it came out in a gurgle. She blinked as she thrashed about within the sediment she was still hung up in. She hitched and gurgled until her spasms began to ease.

She couldn’t believe how much it hurt. Hailee couldn’t understand how she was still conscious. Then she felt something very wrong begin to occur to her vital organs.

She cried out in her mind as her vision faded. Then consciousness mercifully slipped away. She settled in the sediment, her hands instinctively outstretched toward the ridge above her.

Her dive fins would be carried in to shore. But the currents would move them farther down the shoreline. It would make things all the more difficult for someone trying to discover where she had gone and what might have happened to her.

2021 (written for JQPublic Mar 13 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by vidcaps made from a video clip I found.)

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Noosed by her mother 4.5 (93)

Posted on December 9, 2024 by riwa

My daughter Leona told me she wanted to do it. Hell, she practically begged me! So I set it up for her.

I put her in tight, sexy latex. It hugged her body and legs. It made her look incredibly hot.

Next, she wanted the blindfold. She said it would be scary without any vision. She wanted a lot of fear because she wanted to fully embrace the experience.

I made the rope nice and snug around her legs and chest. She begged me to make it tighter. Surely she had to have been uncomfortable. But she didn’t protest.

Finally it was time for the noose. I made sure she felt it as I looped it around her throat and then snugged it tight. She gasped and whimpered.

“Nice and thick, honey… just perfect for a long, sexy hanging.”

“Really, mother?” I could tell she was trembling as she panted for breath.

I rubbed my fingers through her crotch, pressing against her womanhood. Instinctively she writhed as she tried to clench. “Horny, honey?” I purred seductively.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, mother.”

“Scared?”

“Terrified… yet I’m feeling incredibly thrilled.”

“I think you’re ready, honey. I know I’m certainly ready to see you hang. So let’s get you up into the air, shall we?”

“An hour, mom?” She sounded scared, yet enthusiastic.

“An hour, darling. Not one second less.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“And if I… if I don’t survive?”

“Then I’m going to cum, honey… probably several times.”

“You’re going to cum? Watching me hang to death?”

“Yes, honey. I’m going to cum watching you hang to death.”

She inhaled sharply as though struggling to catch her breath. Then she tried to lift herself proud and upright. “I’m ready mother… no wait! You mean I might really die?”

“Yes, honey. An hour is a long time. The noose is liable to strangle you to death.”

“Gawd! Now I… I don’t know.”

“Having second thoughts, honey?” I seductively rubbed my hands all over her body before running my fingers through her crotch again.

She writhed and clenched as she panted. “Gawd, I… I just don’t… I mean… I’m so scared… yet I’m so excited!”

“Yay or nay, darling? Your mother needs to know.”

“You r-really want to watch me hang to death, mother?”

“If it comes to that… yes.”

I probably shouldn’t have. But I whispered into her ear, “I’m probably going to cum the moment your feet leave the floor.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Then she blurted out, “Do it, mom! Just hang me already!”

I never gave her the chance to change her mind. A moment later she was hoisted up into the air. Her toes stretched down to a floor that was now six inches away.

She let out a rasp for breath. Then she started wriggling like a worm. She shook and trembled all over.

I winced as it hit me hard. Sexual pleasure washed warmly through my body. Then I heard her rasp, “M-mother?”

“You’ve got an hour to go, darling.”

“I… I don’t… oh, gawd…” And with that she began to wriggle like a worm again.

I could feel another climax approaching. I stepped close and whispered, “Do you want down, honey?”

She wriggled in the noose. “Yssss… NO!”

“Good girl.” Then I ran my fingers through her crotch again, rubbing her womanhood.

She squeezed against my fingers. She wriggled like a fish on a line. “One hour, honey,” I purred into her ear. “My gawd! You look sexy as hell strangling to death in that noose.”

She rasped and gurgled. Then she wriggled again. “Just relax, honey. Relax and let the experience envelop you.”

She hung limp for a while. Seconds turned into minutes. Then she began to wriggle again.

I caressed her body all over. Then I ran my fingers through her crotch. I could feel a reaction to the pressure I applied.

She appeared to settle down again. She gently shimmied in the noose. I could just make out little movements in her sexy form.

I checked my watch. “Fifteen minutes, honey. You still have a long way to go. Mmmm, so sexy.”

She started to struggle again. “Relax, honey,” I purred into her ear. Then I fingered her crotch again.

She writhed and clenched. I fingered her harder. She clenched even more until she appeared to shudder.

“That’s lovely, honey. That looked like it must have been a nice one. Now relax and settle in.”

She tried to hang limp. But it must have been impossible. She began to shimmy again before she started to wriggle like a fish on a line.

She tried to rasp something. I breathed into her ear, “Not this time, honey. You had your opportunity. You’re going the full hour now. Deep down, I know you want to. I know I’m sure as hell committed to this to the very end!”

She gawked as she began to wriggle again. “You’ll wear yourself out that way, honey. The noose will only get tighter. Relax; you’re halfway there.”

I caressed her all over, my pussy throbbing like crazy. She relaxed a little. I thrust fingers through her crotch, and she writhed and clenched.

She grunted. Then she started to wriggle like a worm. She dolphin-kicked harder.

I cried out as pleasure washed over me. “Gawd, honey! I think you want to hang yourself to death for me!”

She shuddered in the noose. I could tell she’d experienced another climax of her own. Then she settled down again.

I checked my watch. Twenty minutes to go. Was she going to make it? I had mixed emotions over my own personal desires.

I began caressing her again as the minutes ticked down. She started to shimmy again. I rubbed my fingers through her crotch to give her something else to think about.

She clenched and wriggled. Drool spilled off her tongue. It was starting to protrude past her lips.

“Fourteen minutes, honey. Can you hold out that long? Or are you going to hang to death for your dear mother?”

Something must have triggered inside her. She began fighting the noose like crazy. She couldn’t make herself stop.

“Honey, you’d better be careful. You’re going to lethally tighten that noose and hang yourself to death.” She just wriggled harder.

More drool spilled off her tongue. Her struggles began sporadic and haphazard. I could tell she was moving into the final phase.

Her struggles lessened. Her face was definitely turning red. Her lips were almost blue.

She finally hung limp with about seven minutes to go. There was only the occasional muscle spasm. I winced as pleasure flowed through me again.

I saw her through the last six minutes. Then I checked for a pulse. There was none. I shuddered from one last, shameful orgasm. Then I left her there to enjoy the experience for another hour before taking her down to dispose of her body.

7-16-21 Inspired by the drawing I included. I believe the artist’s name is Louiselatexmalick.

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.4 (9)

Posted on November 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming December rewards

Club website delight
It’s just an iPhone
Making partner
Halal nightmares
Best laid plans 8
Another asphyxia week at the sorority
Hermione and Draco
The half-genie and the lady pirate
I dreamed I drowned them 10
Cumming in the noose
And two or three other stories I’m giving consideration to

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

It’s that time of year again to consider all the things I have to be thankful for. I try to make it a point to be thankful the whole year through. But sometimes we get caught up in life’s uncomfortable details, and thus find it hard to remind ourselves of the blessings we do have. I have a roof over my head, and I have food and finances. I have a car that is now paid off, thanks to you. And I still have my mother, which is doubly meaningful as I’ve learned that a college classmate of mine recently lost his mom. Some people in the US have far less than I have right now, so I try to thank God for my many blessings as often as I can.

This month has been crazy, considering what we all went through back on Nov 5th. But things have not let up after that date. And by all measures, I think things are going to get worse. Even though we are going into the holidays, the world seems to be falling apart all around us. Many have speculated we are in the end times. And from what I’ve witnessed, it would be hard to disagree with that assessment.

I think about you often, especially your kindness in being my patrons. I have concerns you and your families are doing well, especially with reports I hear about bad weather and about the lawlessness that is taking place out there in some locations. Since I cannot be there in person to check up on you, I simply pray for you all. And I pray this holiday season will be special for you, for your families, and for all of us. God bless you, and thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Terrie 3.9 (45)

Posted on November 25, 2024 by riwa

1-Beginnings

The first time they ganged up on me was in the locker room after Physical Education class. They sat on my face and made me lick them out until they each had an orgasm. Sometimes they fingered me or pushed something into my pussy like the handle to a tennis racket until they made me cum.

I was the smallest one in my class, so there was nothing I could do. But it didn’t happen every day. It only happened when Evelyn or Phyllis were feeling particularly cruel.

All through high school I became known as the school lesbian slut. If any girl wanted her pussy licked, she would come to me. And if I wasn’t accommodating about it, I would end up being forced.

At first I got off being dominated. And I must admit I enjoyed making them cum. Then I hit my growth spurt at about the same time I started spending my time in the school pool.

The gang bangs died off as I got taller and more muscular, and to be honest I kind of missed them. They were replaced by one-on-one sessions with each of the girls. This time my needs became important as I made sure I got my pussy licked for a change.

One of the girls that really changed things for me was Mandy. She let me use a strap-on on her. She loved it when another girl fucked her.

I still liked licking pussy and enjoying my own cunt being licked. But I got to where it really excited me fucking her with the strap-on. She even let me fuck her in the ass.

Mandy let me explore my dominant side, and I really liked it. I discovered I liked it more than being dominated. But it was kinky Phyllis that opened me up to my asphyxia fetish. It proved to be her undoing.

She found out I was using a strap-on on Mandy, and she wanted me to use it on her. She also wanted me to choke her out while I was fucking her. This was something new and totally different to me.

The first time I tried it was incredible. She had me wrap my fingers around her throat as I fucked her with the strap-on. Seeing her eyes roll in orgasm as I choked her out was such an incredible turn-on. I came really, really hard.

From then on I was hooked. I couldn’t get enough of it. Phyllis had no idea she’d unleashed a monster.

We had two or three different sessions where I asphyxiated her in one form or another. One time I strangled her with rope while I was fucking her. The look in her eyes as she passed out made me cum like you wouldn’t believe.

Once we tried some plastic wrap. I pushed it over her face and kissed her lips while I was fucking her with the strap-on. The way she bucked and shuddered underneath me made me cum so fucking hard.

We even tried a sexy bagging. It puffed and then deflated as she tried to catch her breath while I raped her ass with my strap-on. Seeing her eyes before the bag moistened up on the inside was incredible. The way it clung to her face while she couldn’t breathe really did it for me.

Mandy was a little different. I tried choking her a couple times during sex. She let me do it to her, but I don’t think she liked it as much.

She usually put up a pretty good struggle when I was choking her. The more she resisted, the more turned on I became. I really enjoyed fucking her while asphyxiating her.

College opened me up to a whole new world with a lot of females to choose from. I started fucking other girls once they found out I would lick them and then dominate them. But the orgasms were best when I was choking them out or bagging them while pounding their pussies.

Mandy and slut Phyllis ended up becoming exotic dancers to help pay for school. I became one of their frequent customers. I’d eat them out to start with before I would enjoy fucking them good and hard. I even acquired a larger strap-on just to make it hurt them a little more.

One night the orgasms just weren’t coming with Phyllis. I’m not sure what the deal was. So she told me to choke her out.

I wrapped my fingers around her throat and started to squeeze. That’s when I felt that familiar excitement start to swell inside me. The way her eyes bugged out as she made little rasping noises was so incredibly hot. I even kissed her tongue when it slithered out in surrender. But it wasn’t quite enough.

I released my grip and let her gasp for breath. Then the craziest thought entered my mind. What would happen if I took her all the way and strangled her to death?

We were at her place, so I knew I wouldn’t have a body to dispose of. I just didn’t know what evidence I might leave behind. But it was well known she was entertaining johns to help make ends meet. Maybe the police would focus on one of them.

She wanted to take a break, but I really wanted my orgasm. So I started choking her again. Her eyes flew open in alarm, and it really turned me on.

Why was I so excited? Was it the fear in her expression? That’s when I conducted a little experiment by telling her I was going to kill her.

I started to squeeze harder as I got this wicked grin on my face. She looked up at me in disbelief as she really started to struggle. Something about that turned me on so much that I squeezed until I cut off her breath entirely.

Her tongue came out in surrender as her fists beat against my arms. But my grip was too tight, and I wasn’t about to let go. Her eyes fluttered as she started to have that one last big orgasm. Then she started fading away.

I started cumming so hard as I rammed that strap-on up her pussy. I became hysterical… “Yes – yes – YES; fucking DIE, baby!” She shuddered hard, and then she went limp. That’s when I had a really massive orgasm.

It had been a while since I’d had one that intense. It felt so good that I kept thrusting in and out of her pussy. She stared up at me in shock, her tongue protruding. Her nipples were so hard and she looked so fucking sexy that I guess I couldn’t help myself.

I fucked her really hard as I sucked on her tongue. Amazingly I had another orgasm that was just as intense as the last one. Then I collapsed on top of her.

It was amazing; I felt wonderful! But Phyllis wasn’t moving or breathing. Strangely I didn’t give a damn. Seeing her corpse like that was such an incredible turn-on.

I fucked her one last time before I hurried up, got dressed and then beat it out of there. I went about my usual routine, wondering if I was going to be arrested. Reading the newspaper about her death the next day while seeing it on the news was incredibly arousing.

I did get a visit from some cops asking what I knew about her as she had my name in her list of contacts. I told her we were friends and had known each other back in high school. That’s when they told me it looked like one of her johns had choked her to death.

I told them I was shocked while acting sad over the loss of my friend. I told them I’d warned her a couple of times because I was afraid there might be a danger if she picked up the wrong john. We both thought it might happen to somebody else, but that we never expected it to happen to her.

Eventually they got a suspect and really focused the spotlight on him. I didn’t know Phyllis had a john scheduled to come over later that night. At least the focus wasn’t on me.

A week later Mandy invited me over. She was shocked over what had happened to Phyllis. They worked at different strip clubs, but had kept in touch.

We started making out in order to settle her down. I licked her pussy and then offered to fuck her with the strap-on. She said she was willing and that she needed the distraction.

As I fucked her, I started thinking about what I’d done to Phyllis. Naturally it got me all hot and bothered. I’m sure Mandy didn’t suspect a thing as I realized I could kill her so easily.

At first I thought about choking her to death just like I’d done to Phyllis. But I wanted to try something else. So I fucked a nice orgasm out of her first. Then I excused myself and went to her kitchen.

I got a piece of plastic wrap and brought it back to the bedroom. She was still lying on the bed with her legs parted. I moved in and started licking her until she was really moaning.

I slowly pushed my strap-on back inside her for round two, still hiding the piece of plastic. The more I thought about what I was going to do to her, the more turned on I became. I finally told her, “Mandy, I know who killed Phyllis. It was me. I needed a good orgasm, and I guess she had to die in order to give it to me.”

Her eyes flew open in shock. Then she laughed nervously…. “Stop kidding around, Terrie.” That’s when I produced the plastic and held it down over her face as I started fucking her hard.

“I’m not kidding, Mandy. It was me. Killing her gave me such an intense orgasm like you wouldn’t believe. Now you’re going to give me another one as you die. Isn’t that right? You’re going to help me cum so fucking hard; right, Mandy?”

She bucked and jerked beneath me, trying to pry the plastic off her face. Her eyes were wide as she tried to breathe. I was so turned on that I really fucked her hard.

Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe. It was so fucking sexy. Then at the last moment I think her body started to orgasm as she began slipping away.

Let me tell you: I came so fucking hard. It felt wonderful! Watching the light fade from her eyes was absolutely incredible!

I fucked her nice and slow as I kissed her dead lips through the plastic. I had permanently taken her breath away for my own sadistic, sexual pleasure. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

I fucked her hard, telling her how intense my orgasm had been. I wrapped my hands around her throat, imagining I was taking her life away from her again. It was so hot that I ended up having another orgasm, especially when she gave me a sexy little agonal spasm.

I rose up on my knees and looked her over with my strap-on still inside her. Her nipples were really hard from her last moments of horrific arousal. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared up at the ceiling. She just looked sexy as hell.

I guess I lost control because I went back to fucking her again. I wanted one last orgasm to remember her by. The image of the life flickering out of her eyes sent me over the edge, and I cried out from a massive cum.

After that, I quickly cleaned up and left. Strangely I didn’t feel the least bit sorry. If anything, it made me want to go out and do it all over again.

I had to smile as I drove home while thinking of Phyllis and Mandy. They were the ones who had introduced me to the strap-on and to asphyxia-related sex. I thought it was ironic as hell the way they got to be my fist two sexy kills.

© 2017 (written Sep 28 ’17 by riwa)

2-Drownings

I tried to lay low for a while, concerned I might be discovered. I was questioned a couple of times, but apparently I wasn’t considered to be a very strong suspect. So I kept up my routine at the college.

One of the things I did regularly was swim at the college pool. It kept me strong and in shape. I figured that would be important in case I ran into someone who might put up more of a struggle.

There was this girl named Lilith I got to know who worked at the pool. She often closed at night. We got to be friends to the point where she allowed me to stay late and get in a few laps before I went home for the evening.

Sometimes we swam together after closing. Afterwards we would go use the spa for a nice soak before going home. If anyone would have barged in, they would have probably caught us making out naked sitting amongst the bubbling jets.

Lilith was a little shy and reserved unless we were kissing and groping in the spa. Her lithe, lean body was not to be taken lightly. She was a hell of a good swimmer with perky breasts, her brown hair usually tucked up under a light green swimcap.

We were making out in the spa one night after hours when my mind drifted back to Phyllis and Mandy. I got aroused remembering how I’d deprived them of their breath and how intense the orgasms had been. I missed that, and I found myself questioning when the next opportunity might present itself.

Right then Lilith reached between my legs, fingering my pussy as I kissed her deeply. That’s when I wondered what she would look like between my legs with her lungs flooding. I moaned as I got this incredibly erotic mental image.

The more we kissed and made out, the more I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I got all steamed up just thinking about it. She thought she had me squirming with her erotic touch. But a lot of it was this mental image I had of her screaming her breath away as I rode her all the way to the bottom of the pool.

It wasn’t long before I had this overwhelming urge to drown the sexy bitch. I fought it off until it was time for us to go. She smiled at the way she’d left me all breathless as we got out of the water and went for our towels. But my thoughts were not on her roaming hands and sensuous lips. They were on something more lethal.

We got together four different nights over the next couple of weeks. Each time the urge to drown her was worse than the last. It was becoming more than I could bear. And I was starving for one of those special orgasms, the kind where someone gives her all for my pleasure.

I finally couldn’t take it any longer. I decided Lilith was simply going to have to drown for me. She’d gotten me all worked up. Now it was time to go all the way with her.

I got my chance on a Wednesday night. She’d had a hard day, and desperately needed a swim and a session in the spa. I decided it was time to strike.

I snuck some ankles weights in the deep end of the swimming lanes. Then we swam some laps back and forth. We don’t always swim side by side, so she didn’t think anything of it when I stayed in the deep end as she swam back.

I quickly dove down and retrieved the ankle weights, attaching them with the Velcro straps. Then I waited for her to come back, taking long deep breaths to prepare myself. I knew she was a fighter, and I was aroused anticipating the sexy struggle to come.

She was almost to the wall when I filled my lungs and submerged. I waited for her to submerge to make her turn to head back. That’s when I struck.

She was in the middle of her turn holding her breath underwater when I wrapped my arms around her waist. I straddled her with my legs, my crotch up against hers. Then I held on tight as the ankle weights started to take us down.

I could tell I’d caught her by surprise. She lost a burst of air, but she didn’t react in a panic. She must have assumed I was only playing with her.

At first she seemed to like it. Then her lungs began to heave. She started to struggle in my grasp, only for me to hold on tighter.

She struggled a little more, but not very violently. Perhaps she didn’t think I understood she needed up… or that she didn’t want to resist me. But I knew what was coming, and I held on even tighter.

Her lungs heaved again as she exploded in panic. We twisted and spun in the water, bubbles spewing everywhere as she tried to break free. I knew this would be the challenging part, and I held on for dear life.

She screamed my name in a froth of bubbles as she thrashed about. My pussy ground against her crotch; I was horny and on the verge of cumming. Then she let out a little cough of bubbles.

Her eyes flew open as her hands instinctively rose up to cover her mouth. But I wanted to see it all. I pulled her arms away, wanting to watch her spew her last breath away as I began riding her, grinding our crotches together.

She shook her head, still wriggling in my grasp. But she was starting to tire. I was running out of breath, wondering how much longer I would have to hold on. Then she decided the issue for me by expelling the last of her breath from her bulging cheeks.

She gurgled before she began swallowing water. Her chest hitched as she grunted with each gulp. I humped her crotch hard as I held on for dear life, enjoying an incredible ride.

At that moment her body went into convulsions as she shuddered hard. She was cumming, and it set me off as well. I cried out in orgasm, watching the horror in her eyes as she hitched and jerked.

The next thing I knew, we were at the bottom of the pool. She was only spasming weakly, coughing up the occasional bubble. My lungs screamed at me, and I reluctantly let her go and headed for the surface.

I came up gasping loudly for breath. Fuck; that had been a good one! Then I took a deep breath and dove back down.

I grabbed her and humped her silly, enjoying forcing the occasional bubble out of her mouth. She had such an incredible look of shock in her eyes. I had a second orgasm before I headed back for the surface.

I popped up gasping loudly for breath. Then I dove back down for one last session with her. This time I grabbed her head and humped her face with my crotch. Amazingly I had one more orgasm while my lungs were heaving before I headed for the surface.

I dried off, changed clothes and then quickly left the gym. That night I slept like a log. Lilith had given me three incredible orgasms as a very nice going-away present.

The next day the college learned of the passing of poor Lilith. They don’t know if she got a cramp and drowned or what just happened. I mourned her passing as well, only because she could never do for me again what she’d done that sexy night in the pool.

For weeks I thought of Lilith drowning between my legs and how hot it was. My only regret was not being able to fuck her while she drowned. It occurred to me that maybe I could rectify that little issue with my next girl.

I’d been seeing Blythe a couple times a month. Her folks had a fancy house up in the hills. Sometimes when they were away I’d get an invitation to go up to her place for the weekend.

Blythe had nice tits and flowing blonde hair. She was a confirmed lesbian, enjoying the softness of a female body and the fun of a sexual encounter. She was also a little clueless at times.

About a month after Lilith, she invited me up for the weekend. Immediately I began thinking of how I could fuck her while I was drowning her. Amazingly the opportunity presented itself in a manner I least expected.

Her parents had a nice Jacuzzi tub we often soaked in when I was up there. Sometimes we made out with each other, kissing and touching and groping warm, feminine flesh. And sometimes we did other things in the water.

On this day she was feeling particularly horny and uninhibited. She went down on me while holding her breath. I almost drowned her right then and there, but for some reason I held off.

When it was my turn, I went down on her below the surface. I guess I was feeling competitive as I wanted to show her I could hold my breath the longest. I also wanted to see if I could make her cum.

I got her to wriggling and squirming until she went off in orgasm. It was so sexy to see her respond like that. Then she went and did something that she probably shouldn’t have.

She got this double-ended dildo for the two of us to share. We both went under and fucked each other with it while holding our breath. That’s when I thought of Lilith.

We popped up at the surface gasping like crazy. “I really came hard that time!” she admitted. “Holding your breath underwater makes the orgasms so much better. Don’t you think so, Terrie?”

“I sure do,” I replied with a grin, my heart hammering excitedly in my chest. “Let’s see how hard I cum while you’re holding your breath.” Then I forced her back down into the water onto her back.

She bubbled as she looked up at me in surprise. I began clenching around the end in my pussy, using it to fuck her with the other end. She grunted and bubbled as though she was really enjoying it.

I kept my head up out of the water, looking down and watching as I fucked her with that double-ended dildo. I got so turned on anticipating what she was going to look like when those sexy drowning bubbles started to come up. Her nipples were really hard, and she looked so fucking hot.

She began to struggle, wanting up for air. “You can hold it!” I encouraged her. “Hold your breath and cum for me!”

She grunted up more bubbles until I saw her stomach start to ripple. I could tell she was getting close once her cheeks began to bulge. Spurts of bubbles slipped out past her pursed lips as I held her down by her shoulders.

I fucked her hard as she really started to struggle. “Push it a little longer!” I gasped enthusiastically. “You can do it!” She grunted up more bubbles until she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Perfect!” I gasped as I grabbed her arms and pulled them away from her mouth. “That’s perfect! Now I want you to cum as you drown for me! No hands over your mouth, honey; I want you to give me all your air!”

Her eyes opened really wide in alarm. Then she started shaking her head back and forth. I would have loved to see her flowing hair, but she had it tucked up under her swimcap. I decided I was still going to enjoy her drowning.

She cried out in agony as more bubbles burst out of her mouth. Her cheeks flattened as a big burst of air escaped her lips. Then she grunted as she started swallowing water.

I fucked her really hard using that double-ended dildo. She expelled her breath as she violently thrashed about. That’s what set me off, and I climaxed so intensely that I almost passed out from the pleasure.

She began to settle down until only stray muscles twitched and spasmed. It turned me on so much that I fucked her all over again. Having the double-ended toy in both our cunts was an added pleasure. And seeing her agonal spasms set me off again in orgasm.

I fucked her corpse in the water for another fifteen or twenty minutes before I had one final orgasm that satisfied me. Then I climbed out and dried off. She looked so sexy lying at the bottom of the Jacuzzi with her eyes frozen open in shock.

I went inside to her room and found one of her toys. I pushed it into her cunt before tracking down a weight belt and wrapping it around her waist. With any luck it would look like she had taken a chance playing in the Jacuzzi and had ended up drowning herself.

© 2017 (written Oct 9 ’17 by riwa)

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God’s punishment 2.7 (31)

Posted on November 18, 2024 by riwa

Sister Mary Francis was a troubled soul. Her conscience bothered her immensely. And it was from an action of her own doing.

She’d just finished up with Father Lucious. But her time with him had nothing to do with the work of the convent. Instead, their meeting had been nothing more than a carnal satisfying of the lusts of the flesh.

She headed away from the monastery, her soul in torment. She knew their coupling was against God’s laws. Yet she couldn’t help herself.

She wasn’t sure how it had gotten started. But did it really matter? She’d willingly succumbed to the temptations of the flesh.

Father Lucious had not put a stop to their liaisons. Instead, he encouraged it, although they attempted to maintain some sort of discretion. He explained that the God he served was a God of forgiveness. He also explained that God had created sex as a beautiful sacrament.

Mary was not calmed as she considered his words yet again. They had stolen the better part of the afternoon together in his study. A brief interruption by Sister Margaret had not dampened his ardor.

She’d waited in hiding, struggling with whether or not she should reveal herself to Sister Margaret. Instead, her courage had failed her. When Father Lucious had returned, she’d become swept up in the moment, offering herself to him once more until they’d completed the act yet again.

What pained her was the fact that today had not been the first time. Nay, it had been the sixth… or was it seven now? They could not seem to stop themselves.

Once she’d expressed her reservations as they’d cuddled together naked. He’d simply smiled while embracing her fondly. Their warm, naked bodies had become alive with desire, and they’d promptly engaged in another act of fornication.

Mary Francis took the narrow path away from the safety of the convent. She wanted to get away from it all. Was she trying to escape her conscience? Or was she running from God’s punishment that surely was headed her way? Was it even possible to get that far away from His wrath?

It was a familiar path that led into the woods. She did not know if any of the other sisters were even aware of its existence. Did they know of the lake that lay nearly three miles away?

She’d first stumbled across it a week after her arrival at the convent. The pressures of her new surroundings had driven her into the forest to pray. A long walk had resulted in her finding the lake.

It was a small, peaceful body of water. It teemed with gulls and ducks. A small outcropping on a rocky ledge gave her a breathless view of the entire body of water.

The first time she’s tumbled upon it had given her a great peace. It was as though God had led her there to pray and meditate. Afterwards, she’d returned to the convent with renewed determination.

She’d gone for long hikes to the lake on two other occasions. Both times had been to pray and seek guidance. Each time the beauty of the lake had filled her with peace. She did not even know its name.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she made her way through the woods. The image of their recent tryst was fresh in her mind. She had ridden Father Lucious until she’d exploded with pleasure, an act that had immediately filled her with regret.

In the heat of the moment she had thoroughly enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. But as a nun, chastity was to be the hallmark of her character. She was supposed to be dedicated to God, not serve as Father Lucious’ whore.

She let out a sob as she picked up the pace. She ran for the lake just as fast as her feet would carry her. She needed that peaceful promontory one more time. Question is: would it give her that sense of calmness as it had so many times before?

She winced as she felt Father Lucious’ seed inside her. She’d deliberately worn a pair of pantyhose underneath her robe. But a significant part was missing, the material that covered the hole she was supposed to dedicate to The Most High.

She rushed forward toward the lake in her bare feet. She was not concerned about the cuts and bruises she received. She accepted it as her penance for breaking God’s law.

She did not know how far she went, nor how long it took her. The location seemed farther away than usual. Perhaps it was because of her disturbed spirit.

The forest began to thin out. A particular set of rocks beckoned to her. The gap was up ahead, the gap that would open to the view of the lake beyond.

Sister Mary suddenly paused, her heart beating in her chest. What would she do once she got there? Her guilt was such that she found herself considering the forbidden.

She winced as she shook her head. That was the devil whispering in her ear, urging her to do the unthinkable. This time she would not succumb.

She slowly walked up to the gap in the rocks. Mary Francis began to feel a sense of peace envelop her. It was the remedy she needed, at least for the moment.

She slowed her pace until she walked with calm and purpose. She would dedicate herself to prayer as she thought the matter through. God would help her, just as He always had.

She passed through the rocky gap. A view of the lake opened before her. It was as beautiful as ever.

She stepped up to the edge and looked out over the water. Sister Mary Francis tried to calm the beating of her heart. She stood there with her eyes closed, waiting for the still, small voice of the Lord.

The first thought she had was that she had to break it off with Father Lucious. She did not wish to, and she suspected he would feel the same. But their trysts were simply unacceptable.

The turmoil in her mind began to subside. She cleared her thoughts as she looked out over the water. A brief thought of throwing herself in flickered in the back of her mind. But she quickly dismissed it. She was much stronger than that; it simply was not an option.

She looked out upon the calm surface of the lake. There was nary a breeze; not a ripple in sight. The water looked like glass… or a mirror.

She allowed herself a flicker of a smile. Already she was feeling much better. This was not the end for her, merely the beginning of a new chapter. It would have challenges, of course. But she would meet them with a submissive and repentant spirit.

As she looked out across the water, her smile faded. Something did not seem right. Mary Francis felt a shadow pass over her despite the fact there was not a cloud in the sky.

What was this? God’s judgement? She did not understand. The lake seemed as beautiful as ever. But something did not feel right.

She looked intently across the surface, trying to put a finger on what it was that felt so out of place to her. At first she could not figure it out. Then it finally came to her.

There was not a bird of any sort upon or above the surface of the lake…

Now that was odd. Usually she would see families of ducks and gulls. Occasionally she’d seen the occasional flash of a fish jumping. Today there was nothing. The air was still, as though it was holding its breath.

Mary Francis frowned as she tried to puzzle it over in her mind. What was the meaning of this? Was God this angry with her? Certainly He was just, but she’d never known Him to be vengeful.

The water remained still; not a single ripple. What’s more, there was not the sound of a single, solitary bird. This time the promontory did not give her the peace she sought.

Sister Francis became aware of movement down below in the water. She looked down to see what it was, peering intently. But she was too close to the shore, the shadows of the angle of the sun preventing her from obtaining a good view.

She stared intently into the depths. It looked like a shadow was rising up to greet her. What could it be?

A thousand thoughts flooded her mind. Was it an Angel of the Lord come to discipline her? Was it a minion of the evil one come to torment her even more? There was no way of knowing.

Something was definitely rising up from the depths. She had no idea how deep it was. She had never once attempted a swim, although she’d been sorely tempted on more than one occasion. But she probably would have needed to remove her garments in order to get wet. And she was already feeling quite guilty of removing them for carnal purposes.

It rose up faster from the depths. A moment later something broke the surface of the water. It was long and round, a grey, sinuous arm appearing to be free of any kind of bone.

Sister Mary stood frozen in place, a look of astonishment in her features. The arm moved in her direction. She was too shocked to move out of the way.

It wrapped around her with a multitude of little suckers holding onto her. Then it abruptly pulled her into the water. Sister Mary Francis let out a cry that was quickly swallowed up.

She found herself submerged in the coolness of the lake. Sister Mary Francis was astonished to see more such arms appear. They were long, thick tendrils attached to a solid mass.

She struggled to break free. But she was held firm. The long, thick arm was taking her down into the depths.

The sister got a look at the rest of the creature. It looked massive. Was this what had scared off all the birds of the air? How many had succumbed to a similar sneak attack?

Strangely, she did not panic, even as her lungs began to burn. Sister Mary Francis did not know what type of creature she was dealing with. All she knew was that it had her and was not about to let go.

Her chest heaved as her lungs burned with a fiery intensity. She would not be able to hold her breath much longer. Was this God’s punishment for her sins of the flesh?

With her last lucid moments of consciousness Mary begged God’s forgiveness. If this was His purpose for her, she would accept it graciously. She would do her penance at the bottom of the lake, perhaps as a meal for the creature.

Sister Mary Francis’ lungs abruptly gave out. That’s when she began the process of giving her life, an act she struggled to make as consensual as possible. The pain of drowning was far more agonizing than she could have possibly anticipated. But she gave into it willingly.

At least God was merciful. She was not conscious when the beast pulled her close and began to feast on its unexpected meal…

When Sister Mary Francis did not return, the other sisters of the convent went looking for her. But there was no sign of her. Two sisters followed the path into the woods, aware she had occasionally walked into it during times of stress. But they did not get anywhere close to the lake. Even if they had, there would have been nothing to discover.

A massive wave of guilt overcame Father Lucious. He did not know what had happened to Sister Mary. But it was easy to imagine the worst.

When she did not return in a week’s time he confessed his sins, resigned his position and left the convent, wracked with guilt as well as the stress of not knowing what had happened to his former paramour.

2020 (written Oct 7 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by Itoshiki’s creation)

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