Drowning the witch 3.5 (4)

Posted on May 6, 2017 by riwa

It wasn’t much of a trial, if you could even call it that. Dorothy was taken to the town square and accused of being a witch. The matrons wanted her gone because they were afraid she would corrupt their menfolk, and were thus the loudest in proclaiming her guilt.

In the end she was summarily convicted of being a witch by the council and was sentenced to be drowned posthaste. The matrons rushed forward and ripped her garment to shreds, exposing her nudity as they called her names. The guys got quite an eyeful before they were shooed away by the cackling hens.

Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs were secured at the ankles. Then Brutus was sent for as he was the one who usually handled these things. He arrived with his cart, hoisted her onto the back and then hauled her out of the village.

She was taken to the large pond several miles out of town. Brutus pulled his cart up to the stone bridge where he planned on disposing of her. Then he went around back to fetch the condemned lass.

He sat her upright, admiring the doomed woman. She protested her innocence. “I’m not a witch and you know it.”

“I’m not the one to appeal your sentence,” he told her gruffly.

He grabbed her and started to pull her out of the cart. “But I’m not a witch, I tell you! Those birds are afraid I’ll corrupt their husbands!”

“As I’m sure you would,” he replied with a smile.

He stood her up on the cobblestone path and turned her around. He bent her over the back of the cart. Then he removed his tunic before opening his fly.

“What are you doing?” she called out anxiously.

“Taking my pay from the condemned, you witch.” Then she gasped as he thrust into her.

She felt a warmth blossom within her as he thrust in and out. It was embarrassing being taken like this where anyone could ride by and see them. But perhaps she’d best enjoy it, being as how it was liable to be the last time she ever felt a man’s hard member deep inside her.

“Arrrrgh!” he gasped as he thrust harder. “You are indeed a witch! You have vexed me with your bosoms and your womanhood!”

She panted for breath as he thrust harder and faster. It felt wonderful… shamefully wonderful. She could feel it welling up inside her, that release she usually experienced whenever a man was thrusting into her being.

He roared his release a she felt the warmth of his seed inside her. She was almost there when he pulled out. She wanted to cry out, “NO; NOT YET!” But it was too late.

He pulled out and tucked his manhood back inside the flap to his trousers. Then he picked her up and carried her over to the side of the bridge. Dorothy gasped in alarm as his seed trickled out of her womanhood down her inner thighs.

He stood her on the edge of the bridge. She gasped as she balanced unsteadily, perched precariously as she faced him. She was still regretting not being allowed to enjoy that last release. But now she felt an even bigger one approaching.

“Well, witch. This is where we part ways.”

“But I tell you I’m not a witch!”

“What concern is it of mine? You’ve been found guilty by the town council.”

“The town council is influenced by your ladyfolk! They are not men; they are boys ruled by their cocks!”

“It is not my place to decide such matters. Now you must die, witch.”

“No! Please! You can have me every day if you would spare my life!”

“I would if I was much bolder. But alas, I am not.” Then he pushed her in her chest.

She screamed as she went over backward off the bridge. That is when she finally achieved that release she craved, although it came with no man’s member inside her. He stepped forward to watch her descent.

She plummeted backward into the water below, hitting with a large splash. The pond was cold, causing her to gasp sharply. Dorothy reflexively inhaled water as she sank to the bottom.

She started thrashing about, painfully sucking water as she started to drown. She looked up to see Brutus looking down on her. Apparently he was watching to make sure the deed was done and that she did not slip her bonds and rise to the surface.

Dorothy glubbed bubbles as a pain blossomed in her chest. It was an agonizing ache, one that could not be diminished. She thrashed about as she settled upon the bottom of the pond, her nipples hard and her crotch spewing her arousal.

She shuddered hard before all movement ceased. She stared upward in shock, her mouth gaping open. A few stray bubbles escaped her flooded lungs to scurry to the surface.

Brutus looked down to see the witch was not moving. He could no longer see any bubbles coming up to the surface. Didn’t that mean they were not a witch if they drowned? He decided it was none of his concern.

He walked back to his cart and climbed on. He slapped the horse’s back with the reins, setting the beast to moving. But he could not help thinking about the witch at the bottom of the pond.

It was a damned shame. She had pleasured him well. It was too bad she had to be drowned like that…

(Renders found by Dorothy and used for illustration purposes.)

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Prison fuck-toy Part 2 (male themes) 4.3 (7)

Posted on April 30, 2017 by riwa

I don’t even make it to breakfast as they just keep coming and cumming. My mouth is kept busy swallowing “protein shakes”, so maybe they don’t think I need breakfast. I have a feeling it’s going to be like this all day.

After a while I start to look like a mess with cum on my dress, in my hair and all over my face. Several of the guys haul my ass down to the shower for a good scrubbing. My face is forced into the spray of water as my butt is fucked again.

Everyone is naked and wet as I’m forced on my knees to suck cock again. But some assholes want to fuck me instead. I end up on my hands and knees, shamefully taking it in both ends as my damn dick hardens in humiliation.

Someone gets the bright idea to have fun hanging me from the shower heads again. It seems they want to know what my ass will feel like while I’m gasping in the noose. There’s too many of them to resist, and I can’t stop them.

My arms get tied behind my back as the water is left running. I’m lifted up into the air before the first one tries my ass. I can feel him inside me, and my cock stiffens shamefully as the hem of my dress is lifted up by my twitching manhood.

I get butt-fucked once… twice… three times as I dangle from the showerhead. I tell myself maybe it would be better to die in here rather than face the shame of a public hanging in this outfit in front of the whole damn prison. My cock spurts and they laugh themselves silly watching me kick feebly.

I end up on the floor of the shower with nozzles spraying down on me. They stand around stroking their dicks until I get cum all over me. I can’t believe I’m in the shower and still have to get cleaned off.

They give me a break long enough to get cleaned up and go to lunch. But I feel as though every eye is on me. I get the distinct impression I’m going to be everyone’s fuck-toy before the day is out.

I’m sore as hell as I sit down to lunch. But one of the prisoners takes my tray and exchanges it with another. I wince in dismay to discover several of the prisoners – or guards maybe – have spurted cum all over my food like they’ve seasoned it or something. I’m forced to eat it lest I get in trouble or get a good beating.

Afterwards it’s back to my cell. I want to be left alone as I can’t stop thinking about that damned gallows tomorrow. Every time I imagine what it’s going to feel like to hang, my damn cock stirs at the thought.

A group of prisoners come in and tell me they want one last blowjob before I hang tomorrow. There’s no use fighting it, so I get on my knees. Several cock appear right in front of me, and for the next half hour I’m busy swallowing cum or getting it splattered all over my face.

I get a half hour respite before a couple guys show up with a noose and some handcuffs. “Let’s go play some basketball, sissy-boy!” I feel an erotic jolt of alarm, especially since neither one is carrying the damned ball.

I’m jerked out of my cell and marched out to the basketball court. A dozen prisoners are out there waiting for us. There is no game in progress. I guess word must have spread how it felt having a cock up my spasming ass while I was hanging in the noose out here the other day.

I’m forced onto my knees where I have to suck cock again. Then my wrists are cuffed behind my back. I’m quickly noosed before I’m hauled up onto my toes. My cock hardens shamefully, once more lifting the hem of my dress.

“Look at sissy-boy; he likes it!” one of them points and laughs.

“I think he’s looking forward to his hanging!” another declares.

“Let’s feel that ass, sissy-boy!” a third proclaims as he steps up behind me. Then I feel a cock shoved up my butt as I struggle for a decent breath of air.

I kick a little, but he holds me tight as he gives me a good butt-fucking. My ass clenches involuntarily around his cock inside me. I can’t stop myself as I milk the fucking bastard.

“Damn, his ass is milking me!” the happy inmate declares with a laugh. “No wonder he’s so hard!” and he reaches around to stroke me. “Sissy-boy must really be looking forward to hanging tomorrow!” The others laugh at his words.

I feel hot cum up my ass as he rams me hard. He pulls out and I dangle as my toes barely brush the concrete below. Then another comes up from behind to take his place.

This one rams me good and hard. I have a pretty good idea who he is without even seeing him. He’s the one who always fucks me as though he’s trying to rip me apart.

He reaches around to grope my cock. I’m hard and twitching in his hands. The asphyxiation and humiliation finally get to me as I thrust and spurt, much to the laughter and jeers of the other prisoners.

They fuck me like that for a couple hours at least. At one point a guard comes by and warns them not to kill me as I must be alive for my official execution tomorrow. I find myself thinking maybe it would be good if I died here by accident so I wouldn’t have to endure anymore. But I’m not that lucky.

They almost succeed in hanging me before they finally take me down. I’m too exhausted for fucking or anything else. So they all stand around me stroking themselves until once more I’m a mess of cum all over. Then it’s back to the showers.

I get cleaned up and drip dry in time for supper. This time I’m left alone, although I get a lot of looks from a lot of the men. I eat my meal in silence before heading back to my cell.

I lie on my bunk thinking of what’s going to happen to me tomorrow. I haven’t seen Carlos today, although I haven’t had the chance or even been left alone long enough to search him out. I wonder if he knows anything.

I start getting visitors again. They either want a blowjob or they want my ass. I’m told after midnight the only one allowed to fuck my butt will be my executioner. That sends an erotic quiver of alarm running down my spine.

The cocks just keep coming, and I’m forced to suck or fuck each and every one. My cock hardens in shame until it eventually spurts, usually about the time some bastard is fucking my butt while telling me how much fun he’s going to have enjoying my hanging tomorrow. Why the hell is this happening to me?

My last visitor after lights out is the same one who awakened me. “Looking forward to your hanging tomorrow, sissy-boy?” he laughs as he unzips his fly. I dutifully get on my knees and start sucking.

“I’ve heard about the guys fucking you all day today. They tell me you’re really looking forward to hanging tomorrow. They say your cock gets hard every time they talk about it or every time you’re all noosed up.”

He laughs as he tries to ram his cock down my throat. Then he spins me around, bends me over my bed and fucks my ass.

“This is the last time I get to fuck your butt, sissy-boy. After midnight, your ass belongs to your executioner. But I am going to miss it, that’s for sure.”

He wraps his fingers around my throat and starts to squeeze. “Looking forward to hanging in front of the whole prison, sissy-boy? I know I am. Hell, we’re all looking forward to watching you dance in that black dress you’re wearing. But I bet your cock will be nice and hard the whole time!”

He reaches around to stroke me as I stiffen at his words. He’s choking me off until I can hardly breathe again. “I’ll bet that last cum will feel good, don’t you? …kicking and struggling and trying to get air down your throat until your cock goes off… just like I’m choking you out now.”

He strokes my cock as he laughs sadistically in my ear. Maybe he’ll kill me in my cell and I won’t have to face tomorrow. “Fucking sissy-boy gets to HANG!” and he rams his cock hard up my butt until I feet his hot cum inside me. That’s when my own cock goes off.

I spurt shamefully, my last cum of the day. He pulls out of my ass, spins me around and forces me to lick his cock clean, tasting my ass and his cream on his dick. I’m so used to it by now that I’m shamefully turned on by it.

“Get a good night’s sleep, sissy-boy,” he laughs at me. “Tomorrow’s going to be a big day. Too bad you’ll only be hanging around the prison just a few hours longer.” Then he laughs at his stupid pun before he leaves me with the taste of his cock in my mouth and the thought that I only have a few hours left to live.

—

I’m awakened bright and early Saturday morning by one of the dom inmates. Strangely he’s not there for a morning fuck. He just instructs me to get up and go take a shower. He also tells me I’m permitted to take the dress off.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but I do as I’m told. He doesn’t hinder me or demand a blowjob. I strip out of the dress and head down in a set of underwear he tosses on the end of the bed.

The shower is empty when I arrive. But there’s a brand new bar of soap. I take the opportunity to enjoy a good, cleansing shower, knowing this one might very well be my last.

I use the soap to clean areas I’ve not been able to clean since I’ve been forced to wear that damned dress 24/7. It feels good washing everything away. I almost feel human again.

As I lather myself down, I find myself thinking of the gallows and the hangings I witnessed last time. Am I really going to hang today? There’s been no word from the warden. Surely he would’ve told me by now, wouldn’t he? Maybe it’s all a con and I’m not going to hang after all. Maybe I’m getting out of here.

Men start coming in to join me, and I rush to finish up. Now that I’m clean again I’m not sure I want to get cum splattered all over my face. I hear a few chuckles and a couple comments of “dead sissy-boy walking”. But otherwise I’m left alone.

I head back to my cell where a new dress awaits me. It’s neatly folded and looks like it’s been pressed and cleaned. So much for me getting out of here.

There’s no accompanying underwear and the skirt looks like it’s a couple inches shorter. This means my cock will really show when I get hard and it lifts right up. Something tells me I’d better put it on or it’ll go bad for me.

I work myself into it. It’s not as humiliating as it was the first time I had to wear one. It’s amazing what one will adapt to when one is forced.

No one comes to get me and I’m tempted to skip breakfast altogether. But I’m really hungry. And since this could very well be my last meal, I’d rather not miss out.

I head down to the cafeteria and step inside. Men are eating and it smells good. Then someone calls out “Dead sissy-boy walking!” and everyone turns to look in my direction.

One of the doms jumps up and leads me over to the counter where they’re serving food. “Set him up with the best, Joe, will ya?” he demands. To my surprise I get a tray of steak and eggs and a steaming cup of coffee that actually smells half decent.

I’m led over to a table and allowed to eat by myself. It’s both a relief and a concern. I’m not teased or humiliated, but my isolation is a strong indication this will definitely be my last time eating in here.

One of the doms stops by and tosses a load of pics on the table right next to me. “Something for you to enjoy with your meal, sissy-boy. Don’t get any food on them.”

I looked at them and my stomach lurches. They’re nothing but pictures of previous hangings. It’s the ultimate mind-fuck.

I see pictures of condemned inmates kneeling to suck their last cock, inmates being butt-fucked on the gallows, and inmates hanging from the noose. There are chuckles all around me as the color drains from my face. “I think sissy-boy finally gets it,” someone sitting nearby says to another.

It’s hard to finish my meal with those pictures staring me in the face. Several of the photos capture the agony on the faces of the hanged inmates, at least those not wearing a hood. Almost every cock I see on a hanging body is erect or near-erect, some dripping cum… others not yet having gone off.

My damn cock stirs under my dress as I try to finish my meal. But those damn pictures are a cruel reminder of my impending fate. I don’t know why I’m starting to get hard just thinking about it.

I finally can’t stomach another bite, and I push the tray away. Another dom notices and comes to get me. “We’ve got to get you ready, sissy-boy,” he tells me as he leads me away.

I hear more cries of “Dead sissy-boy walking!” as I follow him out of the cafeteria. My breath catches in my throat as my cock twitches. I tell myself it won’t be much longer before my humiliation finally comes to an end.

We walk down to a cell at the far end of the prison. Inside is a guy with what looks like a full cosmetics table. “Fix ‘im up, Nelson,” he tells the prisoner who looks like he doesn’t know what gender he wants to be. “’E’s ‘anging today so make ‘im look good.”

I sit down in a chair as he promptly begins working on my face. I’m humiliated as he applies rouge, makeup and bright red lipstick. So I’m going to be humiliated even more, eh?

I look around at all the posters he’s allowed to keep in here. Some are pornographic, while others show off his talents. Several prisoners have been in here before getting their faces “made up” before they were hanged.

One of the posters catches my eye, and I gasp in astonishment. It’s a picture of my wife. She’s completely naked in a chair, her legs lewdly spread as she masturbates while cupping her tits. How the hell did he get a poster like that of her in here??

I look around at the others, finding another one of her. It’s another pose, showing off her tits and ass. A third shows her masturbating in a different pose. But it’s the forth that really catches my attention.

She’s bent over, her tits hanging down while she’s being fucked from behind. The naked guy is wearing a hood that clearly looks like it’s been photo-shopped. . He’s holding her hands behind her back, and a noose has been manipulated around her neck. She looks like she’s enjoying it. The caption reads, “Enjoy your hanging! I know I’m going to!”

Nelson looks at me and smiles. “Like it, sissy-boy?” he asks. “When your wife asked us to hurry up your execution, we told her there was a small price she had to pay. You have no idea how much she was willing to pose for her pictures, especially this one of the guy that’s going to marry her tonight after you’re dead. I believe you might know him.”

So she and that bastard were behind my incarceration all along, eh? That indicates there’s no hope for me now. There will be no reprieve from the warden.

He finishes making up my face and has me look in a mirror. I look grotesque – part man and part whore having put on too much makeup. My red lipstick really stande out. Then a package arrives. It’s a harness with made-up boobs I’m supposed to wear under my dress.

“Hurry up and put it on, sissy-boy. We don’t want you to be late for your own hanging. Besides, I promised your wife – well, soon-to-be-ex-wife and newly married – that I’d take pictures of you for her. You’d be surprised how much she’s looking forward to seeing your transformation. She also wants a ton of pictures of your hanging.”

I remove my dress, put on the boob-harness and then put my dress back on. Now I look more like a female slut than anything else. I’m disgusted with myself that my cock has hardened again.

He stands me up and takes pictures of me from every angle. Then another inmate comes in and uses the camera to take pictures of me on my knees blowing him. My red lips wrap around his cock as I suck. My shame returns ten-fold knowing my wife wants to see all the pictures of me being humiliated in this fashion.

I don’t know how many pictures are taken as he grabs my head and fucks my skull. I get a mouthful of cum which I’m forced to show to the photographer so he can send pictures to my wife. Then I’m forced to swallow it all.

Another dom shows up and smiles at me. “It’s time, sissy-boy. Time to get you out to the courtyard all strung up. All your fans are out there waiting.” And with that I leave this crazy cell, never to see Nelson or his handiwork again. I find myself thinking good riddance as I’m escorted out the cell door.

I don’t get very far before another dom shows up. He jerks my arms behind my back and cuffs my wrists together. That’s when it starts to feel serious, and I find myself starting to hyperventilate.

I’m escorted through the prison with an inmate on either side. We keep passing posters of my wife being fucked from behind with that maniped noose and that damn caption. They must have rushed to put them up while I was in getting my makeover to further humiliate me. Well it seems to be working as I’m aroused and ashamed, my cock partially hardened underneath the hem of my dress.

–

We reach a door where I’m met by two inmates I know rather well by how many times they’ve fucked my ass and mouth. They take up positions on either side of me, looking me up and down. “Well, sissy-boy,” one says. “I see you’re all dressed up for your execution.”

“You went to all this trouble for us?” the other says mockingly. “Sissy-boy; I’m touched.” He grasps at his heart mockingly and then laughs as they escort me outside.

I look at them both as my heart starts to pound in my chest. “I think he gets it now,” the first one observes. “That’s right, sissy-boy! We’re going to be your executioners today. I get your last blowjob, but Al here gets your ass while you’re still alive.”

“Let’s go, sissy-boy,” Al says as he forces me forward. “You’ve got a whole courtyard of hanging fans just itching to watch you dance that noose-jig.”

I’m marched outside on wobbly feet from my heels. The gallows appears on that same wall I saw the last time I was out here. The noose hangs ominously, but this time I only notice what looks like two coffins waiting to claim their inhabitants.

It looks like everyone in the prison is out here to witness my hanging… well, mine and someone else’s. They all cheer the moment I step out of the building. My heart leaps into my throat as my damn cock stiffens under the hem of my dress.

My mouth goes dry as I look up at the noose. It hits me I’m going to be one of the two inmates swinging from it today. My legs become wobbly again, and the guys on either side of me are forced to help keep me erect.

“Guess he’s eager for it, Al. He can hardly wait to swing.”

That’s right, Jack. This one’s eager. Look how his cock is lifting up the hem of his dress.”

“I can’t wait to feel his mouth one last time. You will give me a good going-away blowjob, won’t you, sissy-boy? I’m sure you will.” He laughs as he pats me on my shoulder.

“I’m glad I get his ass on the gallows, Jack. I’m looking forward to feeling him fuck me before I push him off into eternity. The guys are gonna love watching him spurt his load as he dances in the noose.”

“He sure looks all gussied up for his dance, don’t he? Nice tits, sissy-boy! And I’m going to love feeling those red lips on my cock one last time.”

Their dialogue isn’t the least bit comforting as I’m marched on unsteady feet through the cheering crowd to the base of the gallows. I look up and get the shivers anew as I see the noose all ready for my neck. My mind screams this can’t be happening, and I feel myself starting to go numb.

We reach the steps, only for my sadistic escorts to stop and pull me aside. “Not so fast, sissy-boy,” Jack tells me. “We’ve got one going ahead of you, sort of the undercard to the main event.”

“We wouldn’t want to deprive you of missing out on witnessing our other hanging today, sissy-boy,” Al laughs. “We want you to get a good idea what’s going to happen to you today before you climb these steps.”

There’s more applause, and I turn to look. Someone has emerged out the door, flanked on either side by two large inmates. But there are too many bodies for me to see who it is just yet… and too damn much cheering.

They draw closer as the inmates all surge forward. A moment later I get a good look at who’s hanging ahead of me. It’s Carlos, wearing only his pantyhose and a pink blouse. His cock bulges in his hose, and his face is red as a beet, his head lowered in shame.

“Carlos?” I ask in astonishment.

“He should never have gone to you, sissy-boy. And you should never have fucked him. In a way, you’re partly responsible for his hanging today.”

I look at Al in shock as they draw closer. His bulging cock is visible in those sheer hose for one and all to see. It must be a combination of fear and humiliation, especially in that pink blouse he’s wearing.

They pause at the base of the steps. Carolos looks at me for a long moment, and I see the fear in his eyes. “Say goodbye to sissy-boy, Carlos,” Sal tells him, a dom who is a big, hulking brute of a man who is escorting him. “He swings after you do, you know. Maybe you like going first? This’ll teach ya not to go around telling inmates things they don’t need to know.”

I want to tell him I’m sorry. But I can’t make the words come. He lowers his head as they march him up the steps. My breath catches in my throat, but I can’t look away.

“Bruno gets the blowjob, but Sal gets his ass… lucky bastard.” I look at Al and then up at Carlos as he’s made to climb the steps.

“We’ll give him the usual treatment after he hangs,” Jack sneers at me. “But you’re the star attraction today, sissy-boy. After you hang, the guys are going to be granted permission to come up and fuck your ass while you’re still in the noose. You’re gonna be packed with cum when you settle into that coffin over there.”

I gulp and swallow hard as I watch them take Carlos directly under the noose. But this time something is different. I watch as Bruno bends over and ties his ankles together.

Carlos gasps when he realizes he is not to be allowed the freedom to kick up his legs. Then the noose comes down over his neck as he faces the wall. It’s cinched up really good before he’s forced onto his knees.

“SUCK HIM GOOD, SISSY-SLUT!” one of the inmates hollers from the spectators. “EAT YOUR LAST PROTEIN SHAKE!”

The guys all laugh as Bruno presents a cock I’m all too familiar with – large and smelly and nasty. Carlos looks at it… looks at Bruno… and then leans forward to take it into his mouth. Somehow he seems eager to me.

Is it that he wants to give a good blowjob before he dies? Does he want a mouthful of cum? Or is he hoping by doing his best he’ll convince his executioners not to hang a perfectly serviceable cock-sucker? I have no idea.

My cock twitches as I watch him suck dick. My mouth waters and it shames me. I’ll soon be up there doing that to Jack, and it both embarrasses and arouses me. Why do they have to humiliate us like this??

Carlos licks and sucks as Bruno grasps his head and rams his mouth hard. He sucks like it will be the very last cock he ever tastes. Has he grown that accustomed to tasting male meat in his mouth? By now I know I sure have… and it’s humiliating as hell.

The blow job seems to last longer than I expect… that is, until Bruno lets out a roar. Carlos gets it in his mouth and all over his face. Bruno always did have a healthy helping of man cream to give us subs.

Carlos needs help standing back up. Then he’s turned to face the jeering inmates. I look around to notice many subs are already on their knees sucking cock while a few are bent over taking it up the ass. But my focus is mostly on Carlos as I know I’ll be going up there next.

Sal forces him to bend over, putting added pressure on that noose around his neck. It looks like he rips a hole in Carlos’ pantyhose for easy access. In front, I see that bulging cock is even more noticeable from down here.

“FUCK THAT SISSY-SLUT!” a voice hollers out, and the others begin cheering him on. Sal obliges by ramming his ass hard. It’s so hard that Carlos lets out a cry, causing all the inmates to laugh and jeer at him.

My cock twitches as I observe the proceedings. My ass clenches as though I can already feel my executioner fucking me. My heart pounds in my chest as my breath catches in my throat.

Carlos winces, but it looks as though he’s pushing back. His cock is really hard, bulging in those pantyhose. He looks ridiculous up there in that pink blouse and hose. In fact the whole damn scene strikes me as insanely surreal.

Sal really rapes that ass, and it’s almost as though I can feel it all the way down here. Carlos grunts and moans as he winces with fright. All he sees are the inmates below and the fall that awaits him.

“I’m gonna rape your ass like that, Sissy-boy,” Al hisses into my ear. Then he reaches around to grab my hard cock beneath the hem of my dress.

“You’re looking forward to it, aren’t you, sissy-boy! You sure are hard watching Carlos get his butt-fucking! You can’t wait to be up there, can you!” Then he laughs as he strokes me a little. I wince as pre-cum drips off the tip of my damn cock.

Sal lets out a roar as he rams Carlos hard. The poor sub winces as he pushes back. He acts like he wants all the cum he can get.

Bruno steps forward, and I see a huge butt-plug in his hand. My breath catches in my throat again. Sal pulls out and Bruno shoves it hard into the ass of the condemned until it seats. Even I flinch at that.

Carlos cries out as his cock really hardens in those pantyhose. Then Bruno steps back and retrieves something else. Carlos is panting like crazy as though anticipating what is coming next.

With a swift motion Bruno steps forward and pulls a hood down over his head. Carlos lets out a muffled scream of pure terror. I hear his voice cry out, “GAWD; NOT THE HOOD?? LET ME SEE – LET ME SEE!”

The hood huffs and puffs from his fear. Then Sal pushes him forward. Carlos pitches off the gallows, only to be caught up by the noose to the roar of the inmates gathered to watch.

His body swings back and forth, twisting and struggling like crazy. With his ankles tied together he looks like a fish out of water hanging from a line. A distinct stain develops in his nylons.

A voice cries out, “HE LOVES IT! SISSY-SLUT IS CREAMING HIS PANTYHOSE!” The other inmates laugh and cheer and jeer. That’s when I shamefully cream myself.

I can’t look away, especially since this will be my fate in such a very short time. Carlos tries to kick as the hood huffs and puffs. He looks like he’s really fighting it. Gawd; why the hell is it taking so long??

He finally slows down until he’s reduces to sporadic jerks and muscle spasms. All around me I hear the sounds of sucking and fucking as inmates call out to him in a degrading manner… “DANCE, SISSY-SLUT!” “KICK IT UP FOR US!” WAY TO HANG FOR US, WHORE1”

“Like that, sissy-boy,” Jack asks with a sneer. “I see you spunked for your dear friend. Is that your way of saluting him since you won’t be able to stand over him in his coffin and cream him goodbye?”

They lower him to the ground much faster than I expected. The winner of the lottery rushes up before the 20 minutes are over. The butt-plug is pulled out and he begins fucking his ass.

I watch as the lucky inmate fucks a dangling Carlos in the butt until he eventually roars out his release. Then a voice in the crowd hollers out, “LET’S GET SISSY-BOY IN THE NOOSE NOW!” There’s another cheer from those bastards as my heart skips a beat. They are so damned eager to watch me swing.

Carlos is quickly taken down from the noose and piled up in a heap near the side of the gallows. “I guess we’ll finish him off later,” Al tells me as he grabs me by my arm. “Right now it’s time to get you swinging, sissy-boy!”

I nearly faint as the blood drains from my face. They laugh as they hold me up in their arms. Then I’m marched over to the steps amidst a chorus of sadistic cheers.

–

They start me up the steps, and my breath catches in my throat. My legs wobble as I try to make the stairs in my heels. My balance is uncertain, further adding to my fear and arousal.

My cock is stiff, lifting up the hem of my dress. It won’t soften no matter how hard I try. I just ejaculated a moment ago; why the hell am I still so hard??

Each step makes me wobble, making me afraid I’m going to fall and break my neck. I wince at the irony. Right now falling and breaking something is the least of my worries. Besides, I think they would just hang me anyway.

I reach the top step and my breath catches in my throat again. They turned me in the direction of the noose which has been brought back up and prepared for me. The sight of it makes my cock jump, and I inhale sharply.

I don’t see the other executioners. They must have gone down the back stairwell along the wall. No doubt they’re taking up a position down below to enjoy my execution.

I start to hyperventilate as I’m stood directly under the coil near the edge. Jack grabs the noose and loops it down around my head. It’s made of hemp, and it scratches my throat a bit… another painful reminder of the ignominious end I’m about to face.

Jack sneers, “Makes a pretty necklace on you, sissy-boy; don’t you think? Now it’s time for your last meal.” Then he forces me to my knees.

The noose tightens noticeably, and I gawk and gurgle. Then he unzips his fly. For the last time I’m introduced to his long, thick member, something I’m all too familiar with.

I’m reminded this will be the last cock I ever suck. So I eagerly take it into my mouth. It’s as though I’m determined to give him the last, best performance of my life.

Even now I’m ashamed by how enthusiastic I am as it’s still humiliating as hell. But I’ve become the prison cock-sucker, and I’ve grown used to my role. It’s become second nature the way I’ve been trained to suck cock like some slut in a whorehouse.

“Well what do you know,” Al observes with a laugh from nearby as he watches. “Sissy-boy really wants your cum for his last meal, Jack.”

“If you like this, sissy-boy, you’re going to love it when Al rams his meat up your ass.” Then Jack grabs the back of my head and thrusts good and hard.

I nearly gag on it to the cheers of all the inmates watching from below. I’m partially strangled, and I struggle to find a better position from which to get a decent breath of air. But the noose is tight as he partially strangles me, a constant reminder around my neck of what’s coming next.

I don’t know what Carlos thought about while he was up here. I find myself wondering if I’ll get the hood or not. What difference does it make? I’m going to strangle to death in the noose whether I’m hooded or not.

Jack thrusts hard, his cock gagging me as it hits the back of my throat. He pushes it in hard until my breath is totally cut off. He pushes it in even deeper until I feel it pushing partway down my neck.

I can’t breathe and I start to wriggle and panic, especially since the noose tightens ominously around my throat. I try to wriggle free, but he has a good grip on the back of my head as he force-feeds me his meat. “What’s the matter, sissy-boy?” Al laughs. “Can’t get any air? You’re going to have worse problems in just a few minutes.”

I can hear voices from down below hollering up at me… “SUCK THAT COCK, SISSY-BOY!” “FUCK THAT SKULL, JACK!” “HE’S ONE HELL OF A COCK-SUCKER, AIN’T HE?” But I’m still having a hard time breathing. I wriggle and squirm, but he just laughs as he forces his dick down my throat.

Jack finally pulls his cock out, and I gasp for breath. Then he gleefully rams it all the way down my throat again. Once more I can’t hardly breathe, and I struggle in my growing panic.

I hear laughter, cheers and jeers from down below as I gag on his dick. My cock is hard underneath my dress; I can feel it dripping precum. I feel humiliated and ashamed… and yet I still do my best to swirl my tongue around the dick that fills my mouth.

How long is he going to fuck my skull? Can I make it go on for a while? I’m filled with an insane hope I can prolong this indefinitely. But my mind tells me I’m a fucking idiot for thinking I can delay the inevitable.

The noose strangles me as I try to kneel upright. I grunt and glug with each thrust down my throat. Then I feel him start to swell between my lips.

I feel a sudden surge of panic as I don’t want him to cum this soon. I want to drag this on for as long as possible. A moment later he shoots a heavy load in my mouth, roaring his release to the cheers of the courtyard.

The jizz is thick and sticky, and it’s hard to swallow. It chokes me in addition to the noose around my neck. He suddenly pulls out, and a second spurt hits my face, stinging my right eye.

I get a third and fourth spurt that splatter my face. I’m going to be forced to proudly wear his visible discharge when I hang. At least I can breathe again.

“Clean it up, sissy-boy!” he demands. I shamefully take him back into my mouth, trying to clean him off with my tongue while sucking him good. But my throat is dry, my heart hammering in my chest.

He finally pulls me to my feet to the cheers of the inmates watching from below. “He’s all yours, Al! Fuck sissy-boy here and then hang his ass!” And with that Al steps forward, a sadistic grin on his face.

“One last butt-fuck, eh sissy-boy? Better enjoy it while it lasts!” Then he turns me around.

I get a great view of all the inmates watching from below. Some are on their knees servicing their doms while others are bent over and getting it up the ass. I’m about to get it up the ass as well.

The hem of my dress is lifted up from my stiff dick, a sign of my fearful arousal. “Are you hard, sissy-boy?” Al laughs. “I’m hard too; can’t you tell? Reach back and find out how hard I am!”

He pushes up behind me, his hot breath on my neck. I feel around with my cuffed hands until I find his erect member. I try to stroke him, but I’m so scared I feel like I might faint and end up falling off the front of the platform. That would hang me for sure.

“You found me, sissy-boy!” he laughs as I try to stroke him. “Now I’m going to find you!”

I gasp as he kicks my legs apart. Then he pushes the head of his long, thick member against my puckered anus. One swift thrust and he’s in, ramming me so hard I cry out instinctively.

Everybody laughs as he begins raping my ass while I stand on the edge of the platform. For some reason it feels worse than all the other times he’s butt-fucked me. Maybe it’s because I’m looking off the edge of the platform into the abyss.

He grabs me by a handful of hair as he brutally fucks my ass hard. I wince as I clench involuntarily. Instinctively I try to fuck him back, subconsciously fulfilling my last act as the prison fuck-toy.

“Hey, Jack; he likes it!” Al declares with a laugh. Then he reaches around and grabs onto my hard-on to confirm, “Hey, sissy-boy here is really hard! He must be enjoying his last butt-fuck!”

I look down through my one good eye to see inmates with their cocks out, stroking excitedly as they watch me get butt-fucked. Some are on their knees servicing others. It looks a long way down to me, and I inhale sharply. But I know the rope is going to pull me up far short as I plummet when the time comes.

The hem of my dress is lifted up by my stiff dick. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard. Everyone can see my arousal. I’m terrified, but the only comfort I can find is the familiar sensation of having a cock up my ass. It’s humiliating, and yet it’s something I’ve grown accustomed to.

“Your wife is gonna love the pictures we’re taking, sissy-boy!” Al hisses into my ear. “In fact I’m gonna enjoy looking at them for a long time to come. I’m really going to MISS… YOUR… ASS!” He thrusts hard with each word, nearly causing me to cry out.

“Almost done, sissy-boy,” he chuckles into my ear. “I can feel it coming. But don’t you worry none. All the guys down there want to enjoy your ass while you’re hanging. So we’re going to hang you special!”

I’m scared as I stand right on the edge, feeling the moment rapidly approaching. It’s hard to remain erect in my heels. My breath catches in my throat as I really start to hyperventilate.

I feel him start to swell inside me; it’s a sensation I’m familiar with. I fuck him back even harder, my body instinctively wanting what he wants to pump up my ass. But it terrifies me knowing he’ll hang me just as soon as he’s done.

He swells until I feel his hot seed pumping into my ass. I clench instinctively as I fuck him back. There’s so much cream that I feel some of it leaking out and slithering down my leg.

I whimper each time he drives his cock home, knowing he’s almost done. Then he finally pulls out to the roar of the inmates. I inhale sharply as I start to tremble like crazy.

I hear him say, “I’m done, sissy-boy; it’s time to hang.” Then I feel a nonchalant push in my back. I let out a cry as I start to tumble forward.

The rope catches me and cuts off my voice. I swing out a couple feet from the edge of the platform. The noose takes my full weight, causing my legs to start pedaling in a panic.

My arms frantically jerk up and down behind my back as I rasp for breath. I hear a roaring; it sounds like the inmates are cheering and applauding. I see some stroking their dicks while others are on their knees or bent over getting it up the ass.

My biggest concern is getting air down my throat. But I’m getting so very little that my body explodes in a panic. My legs kick everywhere and I lose a heel, although I have no knowledge of it.

In the middle of this desperate fight, I’m dimly aware of my cock going off as my balls jiggle. It twitches and spurts to the laughter and jeers of the inmates. My stiffie bounces shamefully up and down under the hem of my dress.

I can feel cum leaking out of my ass, as Jack’s cream slithers down my face. There’s a wave of heat in my skull as my face turns red. I can’t breathe anymore, and my body reacts in panic.

The inmates have worked themselves into a frenzy as I kick and jerk around for them. Sometimes I bunny-hop and sometimes my legs pedal. It hurts like hell, and it feels like there’s no end in sight.

They’re getting closer; does it look like the inmates are surging forward? Am I being lowered to the ground? I’m not sure, but it feels like I’m being lowered to the ground! Maybe my wife loves me after all and wants me back! Maybe it was all nothing more than a damn joke!

I see inmates approaching, feel movement behind me. Then I jerk as a cock is shoved up my ass. I’m being butt-fucked while I’m still in the noose!

A hand grabs my dick as a faraway voice declares, “He’s still hard. Look, he’s oozing.” Another voice… “He’s really clenching back here! I’m so glad he’s still alive to be butt-fucked in the noose!” My body jerks and twitches as my ass is raped.

The voices start to fade as my vision collapses around the edges… “Great job, sissy-boy!” “He was the best one ever; don’t you think?” “Damn, his ass is still clenching back here!” Then I can’t hear anything anymore. My bodily responses to my butt-fucking are less and less as my heartbeat slows until it finally stops. But the butt-fucking continues……………………………..

I’m left in the noose and butt-fucked all through lunch. Carlos gets it in the ass too. But I seem to be the more popular of the two.

My accoutrements are finally removed, and I’m tossed into my coffin as Carlos is tossed into his. The inmates gather around jacking off on us until we get a healthy coating of spunk all over our naked bodies. Then we’re taken out and buried in unmarked graves along with the other inmates who’ve been hanged.

Later that afternoon my new widow gets pictures and video of my transformation as well as my degrading hanging. It carries her through into the evening when she finally receives my death certificate. That night she goes with her new lover – a former friend and coworker who now has my position – before a justice of the peace to be married. Afterwards they watch my hanging videos, get off on my prison pictures and then fuck themselves silly long into the night…

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Strangle Anniversary 3.8 (15)

Posted on April 24, 2017 by riwa

(Note: Story written for Jikoseiai. Characters belong to her and are used with her permission.)

Airi couldn’t find Mali. Now where did that special girl of hers run off to? She had to be somewhere nearby, right?

She felt rope wrap around her throat as she was caught from behind. Then she was pulled backward onto the bed. She’d found Mali… or rather, Mali had found her.

“Did my slut Airi forget what day today is?” Mali giggled. “It is our one year anniversary. That means I get to kill you and make love to your cooling corpse all night long.”

Airi rasped and gurgled as she reached for the rope around her throat. It was the purple rope she’d bought her lover as a very special strangling present. Now it was being used to kill her yet again.

She tried to breathe as those familiar feelings blossomed in her loins. Instinctively she groped her bare breast, even as her body fought against the strangling sensations. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Mali breathed into her ear. “You cum so hard each time I strangle you to death. And it makes me cum hard too just watching you! I love you for it!”

Airi tried one last time to pull the cord away from her neck. “You can’t fight me, my sexy slut,” Mali giggled. “Besides, you want this every bit as much as I do.”

Airi gave up trying to loosen the rope around her neck. Instead she savagely groped her breasts as she started rubbing her crotch. If she hurried, there might still be time.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Mali gasped with great pleasure. “You’re going to cum hard while I kill you! Then I’m going to fuck your dead body all night long. Then tomorrow you’re going to wake up and do it to me!”

Airi rubbed herself just as hard as she could as she started to spiral away. At the very last second she began shuddering in orgasm. “Yes – yes; my slut Airi is cumming!” Mali gasped with delight. Then she pulled even harder on the cord.

Airi’s vision began to spiral away. She was cumming all the way down as she plummeted into oblivion. The last thing she thought of was the best way to get her lover back when she awakened tomorrow.

Mali felt her pussy explode as Airi’s body began to shudder in its death throes. One more hard pull finished her. Then she was all over her, kissing her lips and then sucking on her erect nipples.

She pulled down the soaked panties and began licking the dripping fluids. Death cum was always the best. Somehow Airi always gave her as much as she desired.

She licked and slurped until Airi’s cooling corpse shuddered. “My slut is cumming for me after death!” Mali cried out joyously. Then she climbed aboard Airi’s face and rubbed her wet pussy all over her lips until she experienced another orgasm of her own.

Mali quickly fetched one of the dildos they often used on each other. Then she began fucking Airi’s corpse with it. She was rewarded when the body trembled from another death cum. It was so erotic it sent Mali into an orgasmic frenzy.

She fucked Airi’s corpse well into the night before all those cums exhausted her. Then she tenderly kissed her lips before she fell asleep with her head on her chest. It had been a very special anniversary.

The next morning Mali awakened to a rope around her throat. She looked up to see Airi was strangling her with that same purple cord. “So you killed me yesterday for our anniversary, eh Mali? I guess that means today I get to kill you. Did I cum for you after I died, Mali? I hope so, because you’re going to cum so hard for me after I kill you!”

Mali rasped and gurgled as her lover pulled the purple cord deliciously tight around her neck. Instinctively she reached down and started fingering her extremely wet pussy. If she hurried she might be able to experience that cum before her lover killed her.

“Aww, do you want to cum before you die, Mali? Should I let my slut lover cum? Or should I strangle the very life out of you and deny you that wonderful sensation?”

Mali gawked as the rope tightened ominously. She furiously fingered herself. Damn, that wicked Airi was not going to let her cum in time!

The rope suddenly eased up around her neck just enough to give her a little sliver of air. Mali resisted the urge to fight the rope by furiously fingering herself. Then the rope tightened ominously. That wonderful fear mixed with the sensation of breathlessness was enough to send her over the edge.

Mali shuddered as Airi cackled at her. “Is my slut lover cumming as she dies? You look so sexy when I strangle you to death, Mali! Now this is for yesterday!” And with that she pulled hard on the rope.

Mali tried to cry out. But she was unable to get any breath out of her throat. Then she was cumming a second time, cumming violently as she spiraled away into oblivion.

“Yes!” Airi breathed as she watched her lover cum herself to death. Then she was cumming too, screaming Mali’s name to the heavens.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, she produced the dildo her lover had used on her corpse the previous day. “This is for you, my love,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m going to fuck a ton of death orgsms out of your sexy corpse.” Then she thrust the dildo hard into her lover’s soaked pussy and started fucking her like there was no tomorrow…

(Written for Jikoseiai Mar 22 ’17 by riwa. Inspired by the picture found on the Internet and used for illustraiton purposes.)

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Runaway stagecoach 3.3 (4)

Posted on April 24, 2017 by riwa

Runaway stagecoach

Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa

Francine Hunnicott scowled at the two young women sitting across from her and her husband. They appeared to be sisters but they both looked like soiled doves, off to ply their trade in the Wyoming territory. They were wearing dresses and appeared to be very self-conscious about something.

She coughed at the dust being kicked up. Traveling to and fro in this manner was undignified; there was dust everywhere. But it couldn’t be helped.

She and Willoughby had traveled to acquire some more supplies for their mercantile in Cheyenne. This was the only stagecoach available for their return. And now they were stuck riding with these… these prostitutes!

Her husband had smiled politely at them when they’d first boarded the stagecoach. He’d seemed fairly taken with them at first sight. But she’d given him an angry elbow in the ribs. In no uncertain terms was he to pay them any mind once they got back, especially at whatever saloon they would be residing. Merchants such as the two of them were supposed to be above that sort of people.

The coach swayed back and forth over a rough section of road. “Must you rock us around like that?” she hollered up at the driver, assuming he could even hear.

“It’s the road, ma’am,” a male voice called down to them. “Nothing I can do about it. The horses are doing their best.”

“Well their best isn’t good enough! You better mind our belongings or I’ll sue the company. We have valuable merchandise up there we’re taking back to Cheyenne.”

“Do my best, ma’am.”

Francine snorted derisively. If this was his best then she had no illusions as to the welfare of the contents of their merchandise once they arrived. Thankfully she’d packed it carefully knowing full well the coach would be none to stable a ride.

Across from them Meredith and her younger sister Sara smiled politely. But the matronly woman huffed at them and then looked away. Meredith could only hope she would not run into the woman too often in Cheyenne.

She and her younger sister had left Missouri after her father had died of tuberculosis and their mother of consumption. They could not handle the farm on their own and it had been foreclosed due to the debt father still owed. Packing up their few meager belongings, they had set out for the Wyoming territory.

There was work for a girl like her in the saloons, work for her younger sister if she allowed it. But she did not want that life for Sara. She wanted her to be a schoolteacher, although Sara had insisted on working at the Saloon with her. It had been a source of dispute ever since they’d left Missouri.

One of the clouds of dust that was annoying Francine kicked up and hit her in the face as she felt the wagon stop. She looked out of both sides and saw, on one side, a general store that was not unlike her own. On the other side was a church and some other buildings.

“We need to stop here,” she heard the driver call from above. “The horses need to rest and to have some water. I’m also going to use the outhouse and get something to eat.”

The idea of the outhouse and eating struck every passenger as a good idea. Francine was a bit annoyed when her fellow passengers were able to get out faster and find the outhouse first. So much for respecting your elders and betters…especially your betters, she thought.

When everyone was done with their business they all found themselves in the restaurant. Francine looked for the two younger women and made a point of siting as far away from them as possible.

Unbeknownst to her, had she been there first, the two younger women would have done the same thing. Her snooty attitude was obvious, that of a spoiled city girl who had not done real hard work in her life. Despite the argument that Meredith was anticipating with Sara, the woman’s attitude was even worse.

At least her husband was tolerable. But both Sara and Meredith could easily tell who the boss in that marriage was.

Food was consumed and then they reassembled by their wagon. The horses were still resting but their driver was waiting with a sausage in his hand.

“I was just in the saloon, asking around, and the general feeling from the people was that it’s been raining and the creeks that we’re going to have to pass are high. Also, they think that the wet weather isn’t over with.

“Well we are most certainly not going to stay here. I don’t even see a proper room to stay at. It’s not even mid-day so we’re going on.”

Their driver sighed, but got the horses ready to go again. The entire foursome then got in, taking their exact places as before, and they were off again.

They headed out of the small town and settled in for another long stretch. The sisters either looked across at their traveling companions or looked away. But the look of disdain on the elder woman’s face made them wish to avoid eye contact with the couple.

The husband managed to smile at them a couple of times. That made them feel better until the wife caught him. An angry glare made him look down at his feet.

The stagecoach lumbered along, occasionally bouncing over rough terrain. “Hey, watch it!” Francine called up at the driver. “I’ve got valuables packed in those suitcases you know!”

“Doin’ my best, ma’am,” a harried voice replied. “If I go any slower we won’t get there at all.”

“Is that all you got to say for yourself… ‘doin’ your best’?? This conveyance is rattling my innards!”

“Doin’ my best, ma’am.”

Francine huffed in annoyance. Sara couldn’t help smirking at her until she glared down the young woman. Sara looked away uncomfortably.

For reasons only she knew, Francine decided to close her mouth and shut up for a little while. Her husband and Meredith took advantage of the silence and stayed still, enjoying the brief respite. Sara suddenly found herself unable to keep her eyes open.

She dozed off, her head tilting to the right and coming to rest on her sister’s shoulders. Meredith gave her a small shove so that her head went the other way. But then it came back and rested on her shoulder again. She gave up and let her keep it there.

Things stayed smooth for a bit when they all heard a pattering above their heads. That noise could only be from rain droplets. They looked outside, Sara having been woken up, and saw the rain coming down. It was light at first but soon picked up and got heavier and heavier.

Sara and Meredith enjoyed watching the rain. But, as expected, Francine got uppity about it. “Keep my things dry, driver”, she yelled up to him.

“I’d like to ma’am, but there’s really nothing I can do about it. The weather is what it is.”

Francine pouted and, as the rain came down harder, they felt the wagon sloping downwards, following a trail that was taking the wagon down a steep hill. All four of them waited for the road to level out, but it didn’t. They all held onto the sides and their respective companions as they went down farther and the rain intensified.

Meredith looked at Sara who looked back. They looked across at the couple riding with them. Francine gave them an indignant look but said nothing, especially as they kept going downhill.

For a moment it felt as though the stagecoach had picked up speed. They could hear the horses starting to pick up the pace, heard the driver trying to reign them back in. All the while the rain kept coming down.

Just how long was this hill anyway? They were still going down. The sisters looked expectantly at the couple as though they should know if they had been this way once before. The husband smiled sheepishly and then shrugged his shoulders. The wife glared at him as though he wasn’t supposed to be nice to their passengers of low-standing.

“My luggage!” Francine called up toward the driver.

“It’s raining ma’am… and I’m a little busy at the moment!”

“Mind our luggage, driver!”

“Right now I’m trying to mind the horses, ma’am!”

The carriage continued to pick up speed and all four of the passengers started to worry. Sara and Meredith slowly reached over and took each other’s hands. Francine sat up straighter, trying to act calm and collected. Her husband just turned and looked out the side, hiding his face from everyone.

The rain intensified and they could all hear the driving yelling at the horses, trying to reign them in. Nothing he did seemed to be working.

Suddenly they all felt the wagon as it took a huge hit. Either they had hit a hard rock, or one wheel had gone into a large hole in the ground. It was such a jolt that all four of them were lifted from their seats and banged their heads against the roof of the carriage.

Meredith looked out of her window and saw, to her shock, the driver in midair as he went flying out of his seat. She covered her mouth in horror just as the wagon started to slew to one side.

“Driver, what’s going on up there?? If any of our merchandise is damaged your freight line is going to pay for it!”

“He certainly needs to slow the horses down!” her husband agreed nervously.

“He’s not up there anymore,” Meredith gasped, her face visibly pale.

“What??” The other three looked at her aghast.

“I saw him go over the side on that last bump we took.”

“Then who’s driving the stagecoach??” Francine simply could not comprehend their situation.

“There’s no one driving??” Sara gasped anxiously. She knew instantly the trouble they were in.

“What about the horses?” Francine asked. “Surely they’ve been trained…”

“They’re probably running scared!” her husband observed, clearly becoming more frightened.

“What do we do now? Are we riding a runaway stagecoach??” Everyone looked at Francine but no one had an answer to her question.

As if in answer, the wagon straightened itself out again and all of them breathed easier, but only for a moment. The wagon didn’t stay straight, but kept sliding until it was out of position, just slanted on the other side.

Francine stuck her head out of the carriage to look for the driver. She didn’t see him but did lose her hat in the process as the wind took it off of her head. She was able to get back in but her hair was already wet and had lost its styled appearance.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Sara asked her sister.

Meredith didn’t have an answer and looked at Francine’s husband. He didn’t have an answer either.

The carriage kept turning and going down the slope. Then, and they all guessed that it had gone too far, there was a huge snapping sound. The wheel that Sara was sitting over broke, putting the coach on a slant and letting everyone see the horses still attached to their tender run away from their conveyance. They didn’t run for very long, just long enough to get out of the way. Then they just stood where they were until they were out of sight.

With Sara sitting slightly lower than the rest of them, the carriage kept going downhill. None of them could even tell how far they had gone but it seemed like a long time. With Sara down, and the cart at an angle, rain started to pour into the cabin as the carriage spun again and everyone’s place was reversed.

The coach headed out of control down the hill as the occupants started to scream and cry out. With one wheel broken it kept skidding on one side of its axle, threatening the remaining wheels. Francine finally lost all manner of decorum as she screamed in terror, shaking her husband as though expecting him to do something.

Sara and Meredith clutched each other, looking with fright at the other two occupants as the coach bounced along down the hill. The carriage took another huge bump and threw them all up into the air again, resulting in another chorus of cries. At the angle they were heading down, Francine caught sight of valuable pieces of luggage flying off.

She let out a mournful wail before another rough bump caused them all to cry out in terror. The whole time the rain came in through the openings on either side. It wasn’t long until they were soaked.

They all let out a scream as the coach became airborne. It pitched over at an angle with Francine and Willoughby going over backward. The two sisters pitched over on top of them.

Meredith got a view of the ground coming up and realized there was water below them. She had a fleeting hope it might soften their landing. Then they hit with a splash and a crunch as the coach started to disintegrate all around them.

A piece of splintered wood came through Willoughby’s back, narrowly missing Sara as it emerged out of his chest. There was the sound of breaking glass as the contents to Francine’s luggage spilled out. A shattered plate spun thorough the air and sliced her jugular. A second later she was submerged; gurgling, bleeding out and drowning.

The back of the coach continued moving forward, breaking Meredith’s back. With a grunt she inhaled reflexively as the coach entered the water, swollen from the recent rains.

Sara felt the contents of the crumbling coach push her downward, submerging her in the midst of the dead and dying. Her dress was snagged as the weight of the coach pinned her inside the sinking stagecoach. The current grabbed the mass of destruction and began to sweep it downstream.

Something knocked the breath out of her. Then she was wildly struggling inside the destroyed coach. It caught a rock as it rushed downstream and she gurgled as she started to drown.

She couldn’t believe how this whole day had turned out. She was dimly aware of her dying sister’s spasming body next to her. There was no movement from the husband’s body beneath her, and Francine didn’t seem to be active. Then she gurgled again. The carriage hit a submerged rock before settling upon the bottom, entombing the four occupants until the flowing water receded and someone could find out what happened to the missing stagecoach…

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He wants to drown me again 3 (7)

Posted on April 12, 2017 by riwa

He wants to drown me again

by Richard “Riwa” Shepard
Pictures courtesy of the Aquaphiles

I sit here waiting while he goes and sets up the camera. I’m in my pink dress and I’m going commando because he wants it that way. Figures.

He says I’m due for another dunking. And he told me he plans on using the handcuffs. Damn him. I don’t mind the dunkings, but the bondage makes me nervous. I think that’s why he enjoys it so much. Maybe that’s why I’m beginning to feel a little moist down below.

He comes and gets me and cuffs my wrists behind my back. I feel a tremor of fear (or is it arousal). Then he escorts me outside to the pool.

He makes me stand there waiting on the edge as he gets into the water and sets up the underwater camera. Then he climbs out. “Time for your drowning, bitch” and I get pushed in with a splash.

He jumps right in and pushes me down by my shoulders before I can even get a good breath. He holds me down just to give me a taste of what I’m in for. Does he know how much this turns me on? I don’t like to tell him but I think it’s obvious the way my nipples protrude and I get lubricated down below.

Bubbles spew out of my nose; is he trying to scare me? He’s holding me down a long time on this first one. My skirt rides up; he must really like that.

I grunt and bubble as he keeps pushing me down. Is he really going to drown me? He says he is but he hasn’t so far. Still, there’s a first time for everything. And there would be nothing I could do to stop him if he wanted to. Why the hell does the idea turn me on so much??

I’m up for a quick breath and then back down… up and then back down. The third time really gets me to trembling like crazy as I lose more air out of my nose.

He starts throwing me around a little, lifting me up for a breath and then back down again. My dress rides up again as my hair flows all around my head. I lose more bubbles as I try to hold my breath. My heart thumps loudly in my chest.

He pulls me up and grants me an all too brief breath before he sits me down on my ass. Then he holds me here. I lose more air out of my nose as I wriggle and squirm. I’m getting horny now, but I’m sure as hell not going to tell him that. It doesn’t matter as I can tell how hard he’s getting.

Up… down… up… down. My legs go flying as his camera gets a view of my goodies. I’m breathless and horny and I’m struggling to hold my breath again. He’s loving this; I can tell he’s loving this.

He pushes me down and leaves me. I don’t move at all as I hold my breath. Eventually buoyancy allows me to start to float up to the surface.

I get my knees underneath me and work my head out of the water. The hair is in my eyes but I see where he’s at. He’s over with the camera, pulling it out of the water and setting it up at the surface.

Great; just great. Now he’s going to drown my ass while getting surface shots.

He returns and looks at me funny like something went wrong. “Didn’t I drown you?” he asks curiously. That’s when he rolls me over onto my face. Shit; now he’s really going to drown me!

He grabs me by a handful of hair and holds my head under. “Didn’t you drown yet?” he asks. I wriggle and struggle, knowing I won’t get another breath until he allows it. That thought alone gives me wildly erotic sensations running through my body.

He pulls my head up and I gasp quickly for breath. “Drown bitch,” he growls as he forces my head back down. I feel another jolt of erotic tingles as I’m forced to hold my breath.

“Spread ‘em for the camera, bitch, or I’ll drown you for real.” In response I spread my legs up at the surface. “Slut!” he laughs as he pushes my head lower into the water.

He pushes my head deeper as my ass sticks up for the camera to see. I know he’s showing everyone the fact I’m not wearing anything underneath. It’s humiliating in an erotic kind of way, being exposed like this. But I’ve already glanced over and seen how hard he is. The bastard is sure enjoying himself this time.

I kick and struggle as he pushes my head down. “Still got some breath left in you, bitch? Guess I gotta keep you down longer!” I feel an erotic jolt wondering when he’s going to let me back up. My pussy is throbbing like crazy right now.

“I think you need a little help drowning, honey.” And with that he leans into my head, forcing me even lower in the water. My lungs are screaming at me; I keep losing air out of my mouth and nose. He could drown me anytime he wants. And today he just might.

He gives my head a good push down in the water and I bubble like crazy. “It’s sure taking you a long time to drown, bitch! I didn’t know you could hold your breath so long. No matter… those handcuffs should keep you from rising up.” His words give me another erotic jolt as I thrash about face down in the water.

He pulls my head up, I gasp for breath, he dunks me again. He pulls my head up and dunks me again. Then he pushes down on my head until I’m left to float for his viewing pleasure. He removes one cuff, but it’s too late. I float lifelessly, my lungs having given out.

I hold that position for the longest time. Then he pulls my head up and removes the other cuff. He drags me over to the side of the pool and I climb out. I sit on the edge panting like crazy, my hair in my eyes as I wonder if he’s going to do it all over again. I just hope he takes me later in the bedroom as I’m horny as hell…

(Pictures courtesy of the Aquaphiles and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Prison fuck-toy Part 1 (male themes) 4 (9)

Posted on April 6, 2017 by riwa

It happened so quickly. One minute I’m at my desk, the next I’ve been shuffled off to an infamous prison on an island in the Caribbean. There is no explanation.

I try to get more information but I am denied at every turn. Once source says my wife tired of me and fabricated a crime I supposedly committed. Another says an ambitious young man wanted my position at the firm and framed me. I’m forced to wait in prison for the adjudication of my charges. But as the days go by I hear nothing, indicating my prospects don’t look too good.

My education into prison life begins my second day when I’m accosted in the shower. I’m forced to kneel and suck a large cock or I’ll get a shiv in my belly. And the few uncaring nurses I’ve seen around here indicates any kind of injury could prove fatal.

He thrusts hard into my mouth, seriously gagging me. It takes him no time at all to shoot his load down my throat. The thick, salty cream tastes nasty. But I’m forced to swallow it all the way down or risk a beating.

That same night in my cell another man comes in and accosts me, telling me he hears I give good head. I’m forced to suck my second cock, a great humiliation. What embarrasses me further is the way my own cock hardens at my treatment.

He starts to cum in my mouth when he pulls out. I get his jizz on my face and in my eyes. He tells me I’m quite the cocksucker and should become quite popular here at the prison. Those are not encouraging words, but they turn out to be quite prophetic.

I avoid the showers for a couple of days until the prisoner who raped my mouth in there grabs me by the throat as I’m passing by. “Time to try your ass, boy,” he hisses into my ear. “Don’t scream or call for help or it’ll go worse on ya.”

I’m dragged into the shower where he strips me naked and rapes my ass. My cock shamefully hardens right up as he hits my prostrate just right. It’s the first time my ass has been fucked. I’m embarrassed as hell as he shoots his load up my butt which proceeds to leak out of my rectum.

When he’s done he forces me to my knees and makes me suck his cock clean. I can taste my ass on his dick as he shoves it in hard. Then he leaves me kneeling in the shower with the water turned on.

Two nights later I get another visit in my cell. I have no idea how they are allowed in; they must get special favors from the warden. This one forces me to kneel over my bed frame, taking my ass from behind. My cock hardens right up again as he humiliates me by cumming in my ass. I’m forced to go to sleep with jizz leaking out of my butthole.

I eagerly wait for word on my case, but there is still nothing. Instead I get another visit in the shower by two prisoners. This time I am forced on my hands and knees, taking it up the ass while my mouth is severely throat-fucked.

Once more my cock hardens shamefully as I’m abused in both ends. I get a load of thick, sticky cream in my mouth and ass for my efforts. Then they pull out, laughing at me as they call me their cocksucking bitch.

When they’re gone I’m left on my knees in the shower with the water running. I can taste cum in my mouth and feel it leaking out of my ass. My cock is still hard from the effects of my rape.

It’s only been a few days since my incarceration and I haven’t had a release yet. My balls are full; I need one pretty bad. With the water still running I decide “what the hell” as I grab my dick and stroke myself.

In no time at all I cream the wall of the shower. The abuse was humiliating, but the release felt welcome. I head off to my cell, totally unaware someone witnessed my little masturbation session in the shower.

That night I get another visitor who comes in and orders me to strip. I’m stood up against the wall where he proceeds to rape my ass. Once more my cock hardens shamefully.

He hisses into my ear, “You like that, eh, sissy-boy?” Then he reaches around and grabs my cock, stroking me painfully while he fucks my butt. I harden even more.

“Stroke yourself, sissy-boy,” he demands. Shamefully I stroke my cock as he violates my ass. “Cum for me, sissy-boy” and I spurt as he fills my rectum with his seed. When he leaves I go to bed ashamed, yet satisfied from the release.

The next morning I awaken to find a package lying on the floor next to my bed. On it is a card that says, “Put this on and then report to the showers. Better do it, sissy-boy.”

When I open the package it contains a black dress. I can’t believe I’m expected to wear this. I look all around but no one is watching so I decide to try it on.

The damned thing is tight, the skirt hardly covering my ass. It covers my genitals but just barely. It is embarrassing as hell and I pray no one sees me wearing it.

At first I’m tempted to remove the damned thing. But something tells me I could end up in big trouble if I don’t obey. So I leave my cell and walk shame-faced to the showers in my little black dress.

Several guys are already there to greet me, all of whom I have sucked or have fucked me. All are sporting massive erections. “I told you sissy-boy would wear it,” one says to the others. “Deep down he loves it.” Then he orders me, “On your knees, sissy-boy.”

I fall to my knees as those cocks are pushed in front of my face. My cock hardens, lifting my skirt as it gets stiff underneath. “See, boys; he likes it,” the one tells the others. “Stroke yourself as you suck us, sissy-boy.”

I stroke myself as I alternate between cocks. It is humiliating as hell, but I figure I have no other choice. Besides, the release will be welcome after getting so hard from my humiliation.

The four cocks go off, spurting my face as I’m ordered to cum right along with them. When the forth load of jizz hits my eyes my cock goes off in my hand. They all laugh at me, telling me how much the prison is going to enjoy its new sissy-boy. I’m ashamed, but I figure I have to tolerate it while hoping my case is eventually adjudicated.

It isn’t long before word gets around the new sissy-boy is all dressed up for the part. I get more cocks in the shower as well as in my cell. It’s strange how I don’t see any guards, and my abuse goes unchecked.

I’m not the only one getting abused. I learn there are several others the prisoners are using to satisfy themselves. I start to recognize them when I see them; you can tell by the look in their eyes.

One afternoon several of us are taken out to the courtyard where the exercises take place. Five of us are lined up along one wall and butt-fucked to see which of our cocks spurts the fastest. My skirt rises as my cock hardens underneath and I’m ashamed when I win the impromptu contest without even touching myself. But there is far worse to come.

—

We all head outside to a different part of the prison, one I haven’t seen before. I’m horrified to see a gallows up along one wall. The noose hangs ominously and I see what looks like a trio of coffins lying nearby on the ground.

I turn to another prisoner and ask if they’re about to hang someone from death row. “We’re all on death row,” he tells me. His words send a chill down my spine.

I watch as one of the men I know named Marvin is marched up the set of steps by two men. He is balding and totally nude with his wrists bound behind his back. He looks scared out of his mind as the inmates all move closer to watch.

I feel one of my regular rapists step up behind me. He grabs me and pulls his cock out, lifting my skirt and pushing it into my ass. “Stay close to me and watch, sissy-boy. Watch and learn.” I have a bad feeling about this.

There is some sort of drawing which one of my other rapists wins. Marvin is noosed up and then forced to kneel up on the platform. He is not given hardly any slack as the rope cinches tight around his throat.

One of the men up there with him takes his cock out and forces it down his throat. Marvin gags on it as though he’s never sucked cock before. But I’ve seen him being sexually abused on several different occasions. I think he’s one of the more resistant ones.

I look around to see other cocks have come out. Some of the others are being forced to suck or are being butt-fucked. It’s like an orgy has broken out. It would almost be comical were it not for the inmate noosed up on the platform.

The guy forces Marvin’s head down as though deliberately strangling him with that tight rope. He finally pulls out long enough to splatter thick gobs of cum on the poor guy’s face. Then he’s pulled to his feet. I’m shamefully hard and I don’t know whether it’s due to Marvin’s abuse, the cock up my ass, or the idea I’m about to witness some guy hang to death buck-naked.

He’s forced to the edge of the platform and I see fear in his eyes. All it would take now would be a small push to send him off the edge so the rope can catch him and strangle him to death. Then that other guy comes up behind him.

He kicks his feet apart and rams his ass hard with his big, thick cock. Marvin gasps as his naked body rocks. His dick stiffens visibly while he’s in the process of being fucked.

I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. I also can’t believe how hard I’ve become. I know what Marvin is experiencing being butt-fucked right now because I’ve also got a thick cock up my ass… and I’m shamefully hard.

My rapist reaches around and grabs my stiff dick. “I see you’re hard, sissy-boy,” he laughs sadistically in my ear. “Does it turn you on seeing him butt-fucked before he hangs?” I don’t want to be smacked or beaten so I don’t say a word.

Amazingly Marvin begins to respond as though he knows this is going to be the last fuck of his life. He reacts by pushing back into his rapist, his grunts echoing in the courtyard. The inmates cheer and jeer, calling him names and telling him he’s about to enjoy a special necktie party.

His cock is really stiff, the same way mine is now getting. It’s shameful as hell, but for now I’ve all but gotten used to it. There’s no point trying to hide the way my dick stiffens underneath the hem of my dress. And there’s no point trying to deny how much my body enjoys it despite my humiliation.

The guy raping Marvin suddenly cries out his release. The courtyard suddenly gets silent as though something is about to happen. For a moment all I can hear is the quiet sound of sucking and fucking. Then the bastard gives poor Marvin a push off the edge.

He lets out a cry as he falls over. The noose grabs him by his neck and pulls him up short. Then he’s wildly swinging back and forth out over empty air, his legs kicking as his body violently twists and jerks.

All around me the sexual sounds resume as though building to a crescendo. The rapist fucking my ass orders me to stroke myself, telling me to enjoy the show. After all, he says, that’s going to be me up there one day. My cock is hard and throbbing under my dress as I shamefully grab on, not needing to be told a second time.

Marvin rasps and gurgles as he fights the noose. The inmates all around me cheer and applaud. Others are being butt-fucked or are on their knees sucking cock, spared having to witness the horror of a man dying in the noose in abject humiliation.

Marvin’s legs jerk as though he’s just gone into seizures. Then his hard cock spurts. Cum arcs out a few times until it simply oozes out of the tip. Most of the inmates cheer as though that’s what they’ve come to see.

Marvin’s naked body goes quiet as he hangs limp. His cock softens until a stream of urine comes out and splatters the ground below. There are a couple of muscle twitches, but otherwise he is gone.

Up on the platform those two inmates are stroking their cocks. They’ve been stroking the whole time while he was kicking and dying. Now they move closer to the edge.

The inmates give out a cheer as they both shoot their loads. Jizz arcs out and spatters Marvin’s naked body. Stray muscles twitch as though he’s subconsciously reacting to his degradation.

My rapist empties his cock up my butt and I feel a hot load of cream. A moment later my own cock spurts. I’m ashamed of cumming while poor Marvin hangs there in death.

I get no time for reflection on what I’ve just witnessed as a couple more rapists I recognize come over with their cocks hanging out. “Hey, let’s bang sissy-boy here!” I’m forced on my hands and knees as they fill me in both ends. But I’m not the only one on all fours as others I recognize end up on hands and knees.

After 20 minutes Marvin is lowered until his feet are almost touching the ground. The winner of the drawing marches right up and gives the corpse a good, hard butt-fucking. When he cums in Marvin’s ass it results in more jizz leaking down his legs.

Marvin is taken down and used for about ten or fifteen minutes by anyone who wants to fuck a corpse. He’s “helped” onto his hands and knees as inmates gather around. More cum is pumped into both holes. I can’t believe they are sexually abusing a dead body.

When they’re done his naked body is tossed unceremoniously into the first coffin. Several guys gather around stroking until they start spurting all over his dead body. But by then I see another naked guy with his wrists bound behind his back being taken up onto the gallows by two different inmates. This one is named Waylon.

The noose is taken up and reset before they noose him up. The middle-aged Waylon is forced to kneel like Marvin did, forced to take cock down his throat. I’m forced onto my hands and knees and ordered to suck another cock just like he’s being forced to suck.

He’s on his knees for a good ten minutes, partially strangling in that noose wrapped tightly around his throat. My cock hardens again and I don’t know if it’s because of his abuse or mine. I fear it’s a little bit of both.

He gets a load of jizz in his eyes as I get a load in mine. Then he is stood up, the noose tightened again as I am stood up. He is butt-fucked as another guy I know all too well comes over to have a go at me.

“Stroke yourself, sissy-boy,” a voice hisses in my ear. “I’m gonna cum when Waylon hangs. And you’re gonna cum too!”

Hands wrap around my throat as I watch Waylon’s body react to each hard thrust. My breath is choked off and I start getting dizzy. “Stroke yourself, sissy-boy!” the voice hisses in my ear and I grab on and shamefully jerk my meat.

Waylon gasps for breath as his cock hardens right up. His rapist must be hitting his prostate just right. I’m ashamed how hard my cock is as I watch while I’m butt-fucked down here.

“Get ready,” the voice hisses sadistically in my ear. “I want you to cum the moment he hits the end of that rope.” I’m ashamed and humiliated as I stroke myself, not wanting to partake in this orgy but having no other choice.

Waylon cries out, his cock twitching as he gets a load of cum up his ass. Then he too is pushed off the edge of the platform. Hands tighten around my throat as he hits the end of the rope and starts to swing his life away.

Hot cum fills my ass as I rasp for breath, his hands so tight around my throat I can barely breathe. Then my cock spurts shamefully as Waylon kicks his legs, twisting and jerking wildly. It looks like it hurts like hell. But a couple seconds later his cock goes off to the cheers of the sadistic inmates all around me.

My rapist laughs at me as my ass oozes more man-cream. Waylon fights the noose for several minutes before he finally stops jerking around, his cock leaking sperm and then piss when it softens. He’s left up for another 20 minutes before the next inmate who apparently won a second drawing gets to go forward and butt-fuck his corpse after he’s lowered in the noose to ground level.

I’m soon back on my knees sucking more cock. But I get glimpses of him being taken down from the noose, his corpse sexually abused for the next ten minutes or so. He ends up in the second coffin and gets a 21 cock salute, coating his naked body with more jizz.

A third bound inmate is taken up the steps by two completely different inmates. The young, twenty-something Morris is noosed and then forced to his knees to suck while I’m still giving blowjobs. Hangman number one coats his face with jizz before hangman two stands him upright and proceeds to give him a good butt-fucking.

I’m finally left alone as many of the inmates draw closer or go searching for fresh meat. I stand and watch as Morris gets it good and hard up the ass. I have a similar sensation in my butt, perhaps the residue of all the fucking I’ve received so far. I can feel all that cream leaking out. But strangely my cock gets hard again.

Apparently this is the last one as many of the inmates surge forward for a closer look. Besides, there are only three coffins visible. Yet my cock hardens shamefully as Morris gets it hard up the ass.

Hangman number two cries out as he shoots his load up Morris’ butt. This time I see him force a huge plug up the poor guy’s ass. Then he’s pushed off the edge of the platform.

The noose catches him by the neck and Morris starts to kick and jerk around. My cock is shamefully hard and I stroke it a little as I watch. I’m embarrassed the way seeing a man hang to death has made me so hard.

His cock spurts, some of his jizz landing on the inmates below. After several moments his spasming body settles down. His cock softens and he unleashes a stream of piss that also splatters some of the lingering inmates.

He hangs there for the required twenty minutes before he’s lowered and butt-fucked while still in the noose. Then he’s taken down and sexually abused for several minutes. I haven’t cum and I’m glad; it would be too humiliating getting off to some poor guy’s hanging.

One of my rapists comes over and grabs me by the arm. “C’mon, sissy-boy; I see yer still hard. Come say goodbye to Morris.” I’m dragged over until I find myself standing around his coffin with several others as his naked body lies face up, his eyes glazed over with a look of vacant pain and horror.

“Say goodbye to Morris, sissy-boy. Stoke that cock and spurt all over him.” There are commands for the others to stroke and I notice it’s mostly the guys I refer to as us subs. I see everyone else stroking, no doubt afraid of getting a beating.

I stroke too, although it’s embarrassing as hell. I’m not sure I can do it, but I suspect there’s a beating awaiting me if I don’t. So I think of what poor Morris had to go through and my cock gets nice and hard.

I remember him forced to suck and my cock twitches in my hand. I think of him being butt-fucked and the sensation in my ass makes me even harder. Then I think of him fighting the end of the noose, his cock spurting.

At that moment cocks around me start to go off. Morris gets cum on his face, chest, legs and crotch. It’s enough to cause me to spurt as well, and I stroke a load for him as the hem of my dress fluffs from me grasping my dick.

The Warden loudly proclaims “Dismissed” over the loudspeakers. The guys start to walk away and I’m allowed to leave. One of my rapists comes up to me with a smile.

“How was it, sissy-boy? Can’t wait for your turn in the noose?” He laughs as he walks away. And just like that I’m given a foreshadowing of my eventual fate in here. It give me a shiver knowing there’s nothing I can do to prevent it.

—

The idea of me being helpless to prevent my death in here is more than I can bear. There has to be something I can do. Besides, I don’t like the idea of hanging shamefully like that in front of all the other prisoners.

I go to the first guard I see and ask to meet with the warden. He promptly laughs in my face. I tell him it’s urgent, but he sneers, “It’s always urgent.” Then he turns and walks away.

I go to another guard… and then another. Each time I am rebuffed. I’m indignant; after all, we’re supposed to have rights in here.

I go all over the prison facilities seeking anyone who might get me an audience with someone on the outside. My efforts prove futile. A fear sets in that I might die in here and never be heard from again.

I have no desire to ask any of the prison Doms for help – the guys I know as my rapists. I might earn myself a butt-fucking if I try to ask any of them. They seem to have all the power around here. But you’re literally taking your life in your hands if you ask them anything. And I don’t have anyone I feel safe confiding in.

If I can’t ask the Doms then perhaps one of the Subs might know something. So I start my rounds again, asking for anyone who might have any information I can use. None of them seem to want to help me. Perhaps they’re afraid it would go badly for them if the Doms found out they even talked to me.

I head back to my cell, feeling frustrated and alone. I can’t even get any word to the outside. For all anyone knows, I simply dropped off the face of the earth… that is, unless they know I was put in here.

Why hasn’t anyone come to my aid? Why haven’t I been given a lawyer? It occurs to me I might not want to know the answer.

I’m in my cell feeling depressed as hell when I hear someone clearing their throat out in the corridor. Someone says, “Hey” and I turn to see who it is. It’s another sub named Carlos who apparently has been forced to wear a short skirt and pantyhose.

“I hear you’re trying to get word to the outside.”

I look at him hopefully. “Can you help me?”

He shakes his head… “No. But I can give you some information… for a price.”

“What price?”

“The Doms have broken me. Now they’ve left me alone for a while. It’s been so long since I’ve sucked and been fucked.”

“They’d kill us if they caught us doing that.”

“I think they’re going to kill us anyway. I need it bad. I’ll tell you anything you want to know so long as you let me suck your cock and then you fuck me.”

“What about your pantyhose?”

“There’s a little hole torn in back. You don’t think they would deprive themselves of an ass to fuck, do you?”

He looks all around and then comes into my cell. He kneels right in front of me. Then he lifts my skirt and starts touching my cock. None of us Subs are allowed to wear any boxers or briefs in here.

“What do you want to know?” he asks as he caresses my manhood. I’m embarrassed the way it hardens from his attention. So I decide to start with the hangings. My first question is who authorized them.

“The outside,” he says casually as he licks the tip of my shaft. “The guards have nothing to do with it. Neither does the warden. Someone from the outside wants a prisoner dead, so they make it happen.” Then he takes me into his mouth.

That’s very ominous news indeed. Am I truly condemned in here? “Did any of them get a trial?” I ask quietly. He shakes his head as he continues to suck.

“Marvin. Tell me about Marvin. Why him?”

“His wife spent all their savings. She wanted his insurance policy. The company pays if he is executed in here.” Then he goes right back to sucking.

My cock twitches in his mouth as I ask, “And Waylon?”

“Waylon worked for a corporation. His wife was sick and she got his funds. Once she died they didn’t want to pay out anymore. So Waylon is gone and they keep what’s left.” He brings a hand across his throat in a slicing motion before going back to sucking on my dick, leaving me shamefully hard.

“And Morris?”

“Another wife situation,” he says quietly. “She found another guy and wanted to get married. You’ve either got to be divorced or dead. And she didn’t want to give him a divorce. Now fuck my ass if you want anymore.”

He turns and kneels over the edge of my bed. I decide to accommodate him by getting behind him and pushing my cock against the opening to his ass through his pantyhose. It slides right in pretty easily, indicating he’s been fucked there many times before. It makes me wonder if my own ass is getting that easy to penetrate.

I start thrusting in and out. He grunts and moans as though enjoying it. I have to admit it feels good being on the giving end for a change.

“How do I get a message out?”

“They always get… ungh… intercepted. Harder please. Fuck me like you mean it. And reach around and feel my cock.”

“There’s got to be a way, Carlos. How do I get a message out? People are dying in here and the guards don’t seem to care.”

“They don’t. The inmates run the place… at least the Doms do. They get special favors from the guards so long as they don’t make trouble. Harder, damn you.”

I thrust harder, starting to get angry. I reach around and grab his cock, which is bulging behind the nylons. “When are the next set of hangings?”

“Whenever word from the outside gets here. Usually they wait for three requests before hanging prisoners. But sometimes they don’t. Fuck, I’ve been needing this!”

“What about me, Carlos? What do you know about my situation? Surely you’ve heard something, right?”

“You don’t… ungh… want to know.”

“Tell me, damn you!” and I really start raping his ass. But instead of resisting, he acts as though he likes it… almost as though he needs it.

“I heard some guy… wanted your position at the firm. I think he was… seeing your wife… behind your back.”

“Shit!”

I ram him angrily until he lets out a gasp. His cock spurts in my grasp behind the nylons, soaking them with his cream. A moment later I hear an angry voice behind me… “What the hell is going on in here??”

I turn to see one of my rapists, the anger filling his features. He backhands me, sending me sprawling across the cell. “Get the fuck out of here, sissy-slut!” he tells Carlos. “Sissy-boy and I have some unfinished business here!”

I try to rise up but he punches me in the gut, doubling me over. Then he hollers for one of the other Doms to get in here and bring the cuffs and gag. I don’t like the sound of that.

I try to rise up, but he smacks me down again. Then another one comes in, bigger and bulkier. He has a set of handcuffs in one hand and a pecker-gag in the other.

They force my arms behind my back until it hurts as they cuff my wrists together. Then they jam that gag deep down my throat. It feels like I’m gagging on it. Then they turn me around, kneel me over the bed and start raping me one at a time.

I cry out, but there is nothing I can do to stop them. A large cock pounds my ass until I’m sore and hurting. My cock shamefully hardens as he reaches around and jerks on it, making me cry out from the pain.

“This is what you get for snooping around, sissy-slut! I’m really looking forward to hanging you when the time comes.” Then he grabs my neck with both hands, choking me as he rapes me while sneering, “Let’s show you what it’s going to feel like when the rope cuts your air off.

I shudder hard as my head begins to swell. Then his cock empties inside my rectum. My own cock spurts shamefully as I get dizzy as hell.

He lets go of my neck and pulls out, causing me to huff and puff into the pecker-gag in my mouth. I’m hoping that’s the end of it. But I feel another cock force its way into my ass. I get another raping as a new bastard squeezes my neck again.

I’m not sure how many come into my cell and rape me like that. It feels like two or three hours, with a cock going off up my butt every ten or fifteen minutes or so. I have so much cum up my ass that it keeps leaking down my legs. The shame of it all is that I can’t stop myself from getting hard and cumming time and time again.

When the last one empties his load into my ass, there is darkness all around us. One of the Doms picks me up and throws me onto the bed. My hands are left cuffed behind my back and the pecker-gag remains inserted. I’m forced to sleep like that until morning. Exhaustion sets in, and I drift off into blessed slumber…

—

Fucking Carlos turns out to be a huge mistake. The next morning I’m accosted in the shower. I’m forced to kneel sucking six cocks before they take turns butt-fucking me.

It’s embarrassing as hell the way they lift up the hem of my tight dress and call me sissy-boy or sissy-slut. What’s more humiliating is the way my cock hardens from their torment, the way it lifts up the front of my dress for all to see my arousal. They laugh and make fun of me… and then they butt-fuck me until I’m raw.

I’ve gotten used to wearing the tight, little black dress despite the humiliation that goes with it. I once took it off and paid a heavy price for it. Now I’m used to having it on day and night.

I get all sorts of whistles and catcalls whenever the prisoners see me approach. They call me sissy-slut and promise to catch up to me later. The shame makes my cock harden, causing the front of my dress to rise from my stiffness, humiliating me even more.

I’m prevented from seeing Carlos again. I don’t know what’s happened to him. I hear he’s still alive, but I’m guessing he’s not allowed to see me anymore.

That evening after lights out I get another visit from one of my rapists. He bends me over the bed and fucks my butt while squeezing my neck. I can hardly breathe as my cock stiffens in humiliation.

I feel his cum up my ass, and my dick quivers. Then he jerks my meat until I spurt all over my mattress. I’m forced to climb into bed and go to sleep in a bunk wet from my own spunk.

The next day it’s more of the same – fucked in the shower, whistled at during meal times, fucked whenever someone catches me alone. The guards never say a word or lift a finger to help me. The other subs all stay away from me, and I feel isolated.

On Thursday I’m finally allowed to take a shower “unsupervised”, meaning no sucking or butt-fucking. I’m ashamed to admit to myself I almost miss it. By now I’m starting to become accustomed to being used as their bitch.

That afternoon I’m invited to their game at the basketball court. They give me pom-poms and make me do little cheers. The first time I hesitate I get a punch in the gut and a warning slap in the face so hard it knocks me flat on my ass.

There are guys in attendance, but they’re not really watching the game. They’re looking at me lustfully. I know what they’re thinking, and my face turns red as my cock hardens under my tight dress, making the front noticeably lift up again.

After the game I’m forced on my knees to suck the losers. Cocks are all around me, and it’s embarrassing as hell. Many of them tell me I do a better job than all their girlfriends.

The first cock goes off in my mouth, and I barely swallow it all. He finishes spurting in my face before the next dick forces itself between my lips. It goes off but I can’t swallow it all, and I end up with more cum in my eyes. By the time it’s all over, my face is so covered with spunk that I’m nearly blinded.

“We’re having more hangings this weekend,” a familiar voice tells everyone. “Sissy-slut here will be putting on a dance for everyone this Saturday! Who on the winning team wants a flying fuck before then?”

I hear several eager cries, and I try to leave the court. I’m grabbed and pulled back underneath the basket. A coil of rope magically appears, and my hands are tied behind my back. Then a rope is tossed over the metal bracket connecting the hoop to the backboard.

A noose is formed around my neck as the inmates all cheer. “We’re going to enjoy watching this one swing on Saturday!” a voice declares. “Let’s get a preview right now!” another adds. That’s when my feet leave the ground as I’m pulled up into the air.

I rasp and gurgle as my legs kick, my cock hardening until it lifts the front of my dress. The prisoners all cheer again, and I fear I’m not going to make it ‘til Saturday. Then I’m lowered until my feet hit the ground.

I rasp for breath, weakly asking them not to that again. My pleas fall on deaf ears as I’m lifted back up. This time I feel the back of my dress lifted up right before a cock goes up my butt.

I’m impaled on a dick, my toes just barely touching the ground as he fucks my ass. I rasp and gurgle, barely able to get a decent breath. “Look at his dress rise up in front!” someone laughs. “Sissy-boy here likes to hang!”

I feel an explosion of warmth up my rectum as the cock goes off up my ass. I’m lifted up to hang again as cum trickles down my thighs. Then I’m lowered long enough to feel another cock up my butt.

I’m severely strangled, my head feeling like it’s going to explode as I’m butt-fucked again. It’s hard to maintain consciousness with a lack of blood and air to the brain. I’m dimly aware of someone laughing as he jerks on my cock under my dress until it goes off in his hand.

Another load of cum shoots into my ass before I’m lifted up into the air to kick and struggle. Then I’m lowered as another cock pushes up inside me. He’s a little shorter and I’m able to get some footing beneath me.

It’s exquisite torture as I get a little more air. But it’s not nearly enough to catch my breath. He rams me hard up my butt until his cock goes off. Then I let out an “urk” as I’m hauled up into the air to enjoy another brief dangle again.

I get five cocks like that – the cocks from the winning team. Cum fills my ass until there’s too much to contain, shamefully leaking out of my butt and slithering down my bare legs. They go from calling me “sissy-boy” to “noose-whore” in record time, laughing as they tell each other how turned on I seem to be and how hot it’s going to be watching me hang on Saturday.

The fifth cock goes off as my cock hardens again. “Let the noose-whore experience what it’s going to feel like Saturday!” someone declares. Then I’m pulled up into the air under the basketball hoop.

Where the hell are the guards?? Is this standard protocol?? It seems the inmates run the asylum. Apparently they could care less if I even make it to Saturday.

My legs kick as I swing back and forth. I see the guys all standing around jerking off as I rasp and gurgle, my cuffed wrists jerking up and down behind my back. Once more my cock is hard and twitching, shamefully lifting the front of my dress again.

I shudder as the noose tightens. Then I’m dimly aware of my cock spurting. I stop kicking and hang limp, too tired to fight anymore.

My cock softens a little as piss dribbles out. Then someone lets go of the rope and I crumple onto the concrete. Amazingly I’m still alive.

The guys all gather around me as cocks start going off. I get cum in my hair, in my eyes, on my face and all over my legs and dress. It’s humiliating as hell. What’s even more embarrassing is how aroused I’ve become at their treatment of me. What the hell is wrong with me??

A guard finally comes over and calls them off. Strangely he doesn’t sound the least bit angry. “Save some for Saturday, gents!” he tells them with a laugh. And with that they all turn and walk away, taking the noose but leaving me lying there all cum covered and breathing heavily with my wrists still tied behind my back.

It takes half an hour for me to finally get my hands free. I head for the shower to rinse myself off. I don’t want to wear this cum around the prison all day long.

I keep an eye out for Carlos, but again I do not see him. I want to ask him if he knows anything about Saturday. From the way the prisoners were talking, it would appear I’ll be swinging from a rope in a couple of days. The idea fills me with dread. And yet I feel a strange arousal at the idea I’ll be dying with my neck in a noose.

I make it to the shower where I wash myself off. But three of my rapists come to find me one last time. The rope is in their hands.

I’m noosed up and hung above one of the shower heads while another shower sprays water on me. They laugh at me as I kick and dangle there. My hands fly up to jerk on the noose, but I can’t pry it off from around my neck.

They let go of the rope and I crumple onto the floor in a heap. They remove the noose while laughing at me. Then they tell me they’re looking forward to seeing me kick up my heels come Saturday…

—

After supper I retire to my cell, not wanting to give anyone any ideas. But it doesn’t matter as they come seeking me. I get five visitors before lights out, forced to suck them all and then take it up the ass before I can finally call it a day.

I go to bed wondering if there’s any way of escaping my fate. But I see no options left open to me. I finally drift off into a troubled sleep.

I’m roughly awakened early Friday morning when I’m pulled off my bunk, knelt over the bed and fucked from behind. I’m barely awake when I find myself getting another butt-fucking. My cock hardens shamefully.

“I have ‘morning wood’, sissy-boy,” a familiar voice chuckles into my ear. “But don’t go thinking I’m going to be the only visitor you get today. After all, you’re going to hang tomorrow. I’ll bet half the prison wants to experience your mouth and ass before you’re executed.”

I can’t stop my cock from hardening even more. “Want a reminder what it’s going to feel like to hang, sissy-boy?” Then rough hands wrap around my neck as fingers start to squeeze.

I rasp and gurgle as my sphincter clenches involuntarily. “Fuck, the hangman’s gonna love you tomorrow, sissy-boy! Your ass is really milking me! I’ll even bet you’re hard just thinking about it!”

He reaches around and grabs my hardened cock underneath the hem of my dress. “Go ahead and shoot, sissy-boy. You’ll be cumming a lot today! And I’ll bet you’ll be cumming in that dress when you hang tomorrow!”

My eyes start to roll as I can barely breathe. I feel hot spunk up my ass as my cock twitches in his grasp. A couple hard jerks later and I spurt all over.

I’m barely conscious when he pulls out and throws me onto the bed with a laugh. “I’m gonna miss fucking you, sissy-boy. At least the memory of you hanging in that dress will keep me warm at night.” Then he laughs as he exits my cell, only for me to see another prisoner standing framed in the opening to my quarters with a sadistic grin on his face.

Oh shit…

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Incestuous pool thoughts 4.3 (8)

Posted on March 30, 2017 by riwa

I see my son is out in the pool again. Damn! He’s wearing those sexy black speedos, the ones that show off his cock! Doesn’t he know every time he wears them it leaves me all out of breath? They really show off that delicious eight inch cock of his! I get so hot just thinking about it! In fact I’m getting hot right now!

If he’s going to wear them in the pool like that then I think I’ll just come out here and lie down on the steps to the pool. Yeah, I’m going to lie here on the steps just sunning myself, looking up at the sky with my legs in the water. I’ve got to cool off because I’m thinking about that damned cock of his.

Oh gawd; mom’s in the pool again. And I see she’s wearing that sexy yellow bikini, the one that shows off her cleavage. Doesn’t she realize what that does to me??

I was out here enjoying a swim and now I’m getting a bulge! Damn! I should have worn my baggy green trunks. Just seeing her lying there in that yellow bikini with her sunglasses and those huge tits is making me hard as a rock. If I didn’t know better I would swear she’s deliberately teasing me by lying there like that!

Is he looking at me? Is my son looking at me? Gawd, I hope so! I don’t know why, but for some reason I just love it when he stares at me! I love wearing bikinis around him and I love making him horny! I just love seeing that cock get hard, all eight glorious inches of it!

Gawd, what I’d love to do with that cock of his! It makes me so horny just thinking about it! What the hell am I thinking?? I’m his mother; I shouldn’t be thinking these things!! But I am! Damnit, I can’t help it!

Why does mom have to lie on the edge of the steps like that with her boobs trying to come out? Doesn’t she have any idea what it’s doing to me? Doesn’t she know how sexy she is?

All my friends tell me she’s a hot MILF. It makes me embarrassed because they’re right. I’ve got a really hot mom! And seeing her lying on the steps like that is really giving me a hard-on!

I’ve got to go underwater for a while… swim underwater and think about something else. I’ve got to get my mind off her. She’s making my cock twitch in my speedos!

Damn! I’m thinking about his cock again! I’m thinking how I’d love to warp my lips around it. I’m thinking how it would feel nestled between my boobs. I’m thinking how it would feel in my hands.

I’d love to feel it between my tits. I’d give him one hell of a titty-fuck; that’s for sure! I’d LOVE to feel him cum all over them!

Fuck, what a rush… feeling my own son’s cum spurt all over me! I can’t believe I’m thinking such things! Now I’m REALLY getting horny!!

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. But I can’t help myself. I’m entitled to enjoy the pool every bit as much as he is. I can’t banish myself indoors just because he’s out here in those sexy speedos!

Mom’s just lying there. Fuck, I can imagine my cock resting between those boobs! I can just feel her pushing them together and giving me a hot titty-fuck. She is such a hot MILF!

Damnit! I can’t stop thinking about it! Mom, why do you have to be so damn sexy?? Now my cock is really hard! It’s starting to hurt! I don’t dare climb out of the pool right now or she’s going to see how hard I am. I don’t want her to see my bulge!

I’m getting warm lying like this with the sun beating down on me. I need to roll over. I think I’ll lie right here in the water on this top step.

There, that feels better. I’m not so hot and bothered now. Maybe if I don’t look in his direction I won’t get so horny. But it’s too late; I’m already horny!

He’s underwater swimming along the bottom of the pool now. Son, do you know how I’ve longed to be underwater holding my breath with you? Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized holding my breath sucking your cock underwater? It’s a fantasy I just can’t get out of my head! Gawd; I’m so turned on picturing your cock twitching in my mouth right now!

She’s lying on the top step on her stomach now. Can she see my bulge; can she see how hard she’s making me? What the hell am I supposed to do about it now? I’m horny and I need a release!

Should I get out of the pool and go back into the house? Why should I do that? I’m just enjoying a swim in our backyard pool. Why the hell should I leave??

Besides, what will I tell her if she asks me why I’m getting out? Do I tell her it’s because she’s making me so damned horny? Gawd, mom; why do you keep doing this to me??

Is he looking at my butt?? Gawd, I hope he’s looking at my butt! I can’t help it. I love teasing my poor son! I hope he’s drooling!! I bet he’d love to nestle his cock right here between my cheeks! Gawd, I’d love to feel his member resting there!

Son, do you realize how horny your mother is right now? Do you know how tempted I am to let you come right over and fuck my ass? All you would have to do is ask nicely! Gawd, you don’t even have to ask! Just come right over and take me right now!!

Why is she lying there like that with her butt sticking up? My cock is twitching like crazy! I’d love to slide it into her pussy right now! Gawd; what am I thinking?! I can’t be thinking about my mom like this!

She has such a sweet ass! I’d love to fuck that ass! I’d love to spank her and fuck her right up the ass! Damnit, she’s driving me crazy lying there like that with her ass sticking up!

Gawd, I want to feel him in my pussy so bad!! What the hell is wrong with me?? A mother shouldn’t be thinking about her son like this! But I can’t help myself! I’d love for him to come and take me right now… have his way with me right this very moment! Here’s your mother’s pussy, son! I’m showing it to you right now! Come and get it, honey!

Gawd, what is she doing?! Is mother playing with her pussy right now??!! She’s spreading her pussy lips with her fingers! Mom, stop it!! Now I’m REALLY hard! Do you know how much I want to take you right now?? I want to pull you underwater and fuck you hard and listen to you scream your breath away!

Ah, this is so much better! That top was really confining and my pussy was getting sore. Now I’ve got my tits out and my pussy exposed. I really needed to take my top off; my tits want to breathe the warm, afternoon air! And I needed to free my hot pussy from my bottoms!!

So what are you doing now, son? Are you looking over here at me? What are you thinking? Are you thinking your mother is a horrible tease? Am I being naughty? What does that make you want to do to me, baby?

What do I deserve? Would you like to take me under and fuck me hard? Would you like to hold me down and drive your hard cock up inside me and force all the air out of my lungs? Gawd, I wish you would! I’d drown for the chance to feel your hard cock inside me!

Gawd, I can’t believe it! Now she’s removed her top and she’s exposing herself! She’s groping her tits just lying there! She’s lying there in the sun touching herself!

Does she think I don’t see her?! She’s doing it in plain view while I’m standing right here in the pool watching her! Does she know what she’s doing to me?! Does she know how hard I am right now? She HAS to know! I’m right here in the pool, mom; what the hell are you doing?!

Oh, son; I’m so horny for you! Won’t you come and take me under the surface and have your way with me? I’m playing with my pussy now; are you watching?

Do I deserve to drown, honey? Then come take me under and fuck me while I drown for you! Watch your mother squirm and bubble and cum for you as she drowns, honey! Gawd; I promise to give you a wonderful drowning show if only you’ll take me under with you and fuck me first!

Gawd, mom; don’t touch your pussy like that! Why is she touching her pussy like that? Don’t you know what it’s doing to me?! It makes me want to fuck you and then drown you, mother!

Do you know what I want to do to you? I want to tie your ankles to the pool drain. Then I want to watch you touch yourself! I want you to cum for me! Then I want to watch you bubble your breath away as you drown for me! How about it, mom? How long can you hold your breath for your horny son?

I don’t dare look at him right now. But I know he’s standing there looking at me. What is he thinking? Would my son like to fuck me? Would he like to drown me? Would he like to fuck me and drown me? Let me suck your cock first, honey! Then you can drown your slutty mother for making you so hard!

Son, I would drown for you just to see you take that cock out and stroke it for me! I would drown just to see you stroke and cream yourself. It’s making me so hot just thinking about it! I wish you’d pull down your Speedos and pull it out. I’m virtually naked here so it’s ok if you’re naked too!

Fuck, I’m so horny lying here thinking about his cock! My nipples are so hard; my pussy so wet! Does he see me playing with my boobs while fingering my cunt? Come on over, son! Don’t try to pretend any longer; we both know you want me! I sure as hell want you!

How can she lie there touching herself like that while I’m standing right here in the pool?! Doesn’t she know how turned on I am?? What am I supposed to do with this bulge?? Gawd, I’m going to blow my load any second now! I wish I could just reach in and grab it and jerk off!! But doing that in front of mom would be so wrong!

Damnit it, mom! Do you have to be so fucking sexy? Do you realize how horny I am over here? I want to fuck you so hard and make you bubble! I want you to drown with my cum seeping out of you!

I wish he would just come over here and fuck me! Come fuck me, son! My pussy is so wet and eager for you! Come drag me into the water and force my head under. Dunk your slutty mother while you ram your hard cock inside me! Make me bubble, son! Make me bubble as you enjoy your slut mother!

Oh fuck; I’m so horny! Here is my pussy, son! I want you so bad! Come and eat my pussy! Then I want you to fuck it! Hold me under, fuck my pussy and leave me breathless, honey!

I can’t believe I want to fuck my very own mother! Just look at her lying there spreading her pussy lips like that! My cock is so hard it hurts! Mom, do you realize what you’re doing to me?? Do you have any idea?? It makes me want to pull you into the water and fuck you so hard!

And that mouth of yours, mom! I want to shove my cock between your lips so bad! I want to gag you with my cock! I want to make you bubble as I ram it down your throat! Gawd, mom; I want to fuck your mouth so bad! I’m so ashamed for thinking such things! Why are you teasing me like that??

I’m opening my pussy for you, son; I’m spreading my pussy lips wide for you! How much more obvious do I need to be?? Come and take me, honey! Don’t you see how horny your mother is for your big, hard cock? Can’t you see how hard my nipples are right now?? Don’t you know how wet my pussy is? Don’t you know how bad I want you?? I don’t think I can take this anymore!

I’ve seen you masturbating in your bedroom and I’ve seen your cock in the shower. Were you thinking of me while you were masturbating? Honey, I was sure thinking of you! I can’t hardly stand this anymore!

I want to pull you under with me so damn bad, mom!! I want to put my cock between your tits; I want you to titty-fuck me! I want to ram my cock down your throat and make you swallow me whole! I want to slide my cock into your hot, wet pussy and fuck you underwater! Gawd, mom; you’re driving me crazy here!

You’re looking up at the sky right now… but do you see me? I bet you can see me, can’t you! I bet you know how hard you’ve made me right now! Damnit, mom; you’re such a fucking tease! I should come over right now and take you underwater and fuck your brains out! But that would be wrong, wouldn’t it? So why do I want to do it so damned bad??!!

Son, your mother is right here waiting for you! Come and get me, honey! If you don’t do something fast I’m not going to be responsible for my actions! I’m holding my pussy lips open wide for you; come and get me! Eat me out, honey! Take me underwater and rape your deserving mother hard! Rape me hard and make me cum, honey! I promise I won’t fight back! Fuck me hard and then drown me for your pleasure, honey! Come make me bubble my last breath for you!

Gawd, mom; are you still spreading your pussy lips wide? Why the hell are you doing that while I’m out here in the pool??!! I can’t stand this much longer; you’re making me so damned hard! I’m so hard, I’m going to pop, mom! Can’t you see the bulge in my Speedos?? I’m so fucking hard it HURTS! Mom, you make me want to take you underwater and fuck you so damned hard!

I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this! But I’m going to do it anyway. Here I come, honey. Here comes your horny mother.

She’s coming toward me. Gawd; she’s coming toward me! She’s naked and she’s wading right toward me! What the fuck am I going to do now?

I can’t fucking believe it! She’s pulling my speedos down! My speedos are off and my cock is hanging out! Oh fuck; what’s she doing??

Gawd, honey; I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but I just can’t take it anymore. I’ve got to have your big cock between my tits. Ohhh, if feels good! It feels so fucking good finally having your cock between my tits. Do you like my bubbles as I fuck your cock with my tits? Do you like it, son? Does your cock feel good between my tits?

I can’t believe it! She’s titty-fucking my cock! She’s titty-fucking my cock and blowing bubbles! It is so fucking sexy! I can’t believe she’s doing this to me! Gawd, mom; what are you doing to me? She’s holding her breath titty-fucking my cock and… ohgawd, she just took me into her mouth!

I have to, honey; I just have to. Do you realize how wonderful you taste between my lips? Do you have any idea how I’ve dreamed of this moment… of taking you into my mouth? I can feel you throbbing between my lips, honey. I know it’s a shock. It’s ok. Just fuck mommy’s mouth and you’ll feel all better. Mommy deserves it.

I can’t believe it! Mom’s sucking my cock. It feels so good; her mouth is so warm! She’s bobbing up and down on my cock and bubbles are coming up and it feels incredible! My own mother is sucking my cock! I can’t help it. I feel like thrusting. I need to thrust into her mouth.

Yes, honey; just like that. Fuck your mother’s mouth. It feels so good having your hard cock in my mouth. Now all the way down my throat… all the way… I can take it… all the way until my lips are brushing your balls… you have great balls, honey.

Oh fuck! She’s deep-throating my cock! I can’t believe she’s deep-throating my cock! It feels so fucking good! I can feel her lips against my balls… oohhhhh! Now she’s cupping my balls! Don’t do that, mom! Don’t do that or I’m going to cum!

He’s horny, and his balls are full. I can tell his balls are full. Ok, son. Just unload right now. I’ll stay under even though I’m running out of breath. I’ll stay under until you give me your load, ok? Just give me your load son. I’ll wait, even if it means I might drown.

Fuck; it feels good! Wait, is she running out of breath? I think she’s running out of breath. She’s losing bubbles; I think she’s running out of breath. But now she’s really sucking my cock! Oh gawd, mom; don’t do that! I’m going to cum if you keep doing that!

Yes, honey! I can feel your balls swelling. I can feel your cock throbbing. It’s ok; mommy will swallow your load. Give me your cream, honey. I want your cream. Cum in my mouth, honey. I want it so much!

Oh fuck; I’m going to cum! Look out, mom; I’m going to cum! Wait, why is she taking me deeper? Doesn’t she realize I’m going to cum? Oh fuck, I really want to cum in her mouth. I want to grab her head and cum in her fucking… MOUTH!!!!!

Yes, honey; yes! Just like that! Cum in my mouth, honey! I’ll swallow it all! My lungs are straining, but I promise to swallow it all! You make me feel so sexy cumming in my mouth like that. It tastes so yummy, honey! Your cum tastes great! Now I’ve got to come up for air.

I can’t believe it! She swallowed all my cum! She swallowed it all! Nos she’s coming up. There’s lots of bubbles and she’s coming up. She just licked my cum off her lips… AND NOW SHE’S KISSING ME!

Thank you, honey. Thank you so much for your cum. I’d better go now before I lose control and really get carried away with myself.

Now she’s heading back to the shallow end of the pool. Now she’s picking up her bikini pieces. She’s going inside the house now. Fuck; I can’t believe what just happened!

It’s a good thing I came inside. I could feel myself losing it out there. Any longer and I would have taken him under and let him fuck my brains out. But what am I going to do about tomorrow? What am I going to do about the next day? His cock tastes so yummy and he was so hard and I was so horny! What about tomorrow? What am I going to do about tomorrow? Hell, what am I going to do tonight if I want to go for a swim and he’s out in the pool?

I wanted to fuck her; I really wanted to fuck her. Maybe it’s good she went back inside. I wanted to fuck her so bad. Whew, mom; that was close. Ok, so you sucked my cock. That was naughty, but maybe that’s ok. But I don’t know, mom… you are so fucking sexy… I don’t know what I’m gonna do if we’re out swimming in the pool again! I just don’t know what I’m gonna do!

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

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Horse hanging 4.2 (10)

Posted on March 18, 2017 by riwa

I would have made it if my buckboard hadn’t crapped out in that swollen stream. A wheel broke and the hitch busted. My horse just kept going, freed from her burden as I began to head downstream.

I lost my satchel – all my ill-gotten gains – before I went into the water. I tried to swim after it, only to feel a lasso wrap around my waist. I was dragged back to shore by Hiram, looking for all the world like a drowned rat. My dress was pretty much ruined.

Mitch was there waiting for me on the bank on his paint, a pained expression in his eyes. Meanwhile I saw Jock riding downriver to chase after my satchel. I knew if he caught up to it I would be a goner, although I pretty much suspected I was doomed anyway.

I stood there panting for breath, giving Hiram my thanks for dragging me back to shore. “I should have let you drown” was his angry reply. I looked at Mitch, but all he could do was look at me and ask, “Why, Dottie?”

For the first time I felt it prick my conscience. But I brushed it aside as I stood proudly and defiantly. “Because” was my one word answer.

It didn’t satisfy him in the least. I probably should have killed him when I had the chance. But sometimes a girl’s emotions get the better of her.

Jock returned with the satchel. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he’d already had a look inside. Hiram looked at Mitch, but he shook his head. “I guess you’re riding with me,” Hiram told me, although I think he would have preferred letting me drown in the river.

I knew I was in trouble when we went back to Edward’s shack. He was the first miner I had killed, the first one who’s gold and other valuable possessions I’d taken for myself. They tied me to a wall in the corner as Hiram went out to fetch all the others. I knew I was in for it.

Mitch never said a word. I could tell I’d hurt him deeply. It was damned annoying, and I tried not to let it bother me.

Hiram came back with half a dozen miners. I’d stolen from a couple of them, killed three more while acquiring their gold. They all wanted revenge.

I turned to Mitch for any sign of compassion, but there was none. So that was how it was going to be, eh? Then he went outside while the others had their way with me.

There was no point trying to fight it. I was probably going to die in the morning anyway. The least I could do was get a good fuck out of the deal.

Some of them came back for seconds and thirds. A couple used my ass. At least I got a few orgasms out of the deal. But Mitch never came in to have his turn. I kind of regretted that.

When they were done with me I was allowed to put on my bra and panties. They refused to return my dress. They said I wouldn’t need it where I was going.

The next morning they saddled Edward’s horse. I suppose it was fitting. They tied my arms behind my back and then put me on it. Then the bastards rode me out to the old lodge which had burned down years ago. The only thing left standing was the signpost as you approached.

Someone must have gotten there ahead of us because I saw a noose dangling from there as we approached. My breath caught in my throat as my nipples hardened. So I was to be their gallows girl, eh?

Hiram rode me right up to it where he quietly looped the coil around my neck as the others formed a circle. I stiffened as I gasped with fear. My cool, defiant demeanor was starting to crack.

“Any last words?” Hiram asked. His eyes blazed with anger. There would be no mercy there.

I looked over at Mitch, perhaps hoping he might grant me some compassion. He just looked right through me as though he wasn’t seeing me. Perhaps he’d already executed me in his mind.

“If you’re expecting me to beg for mercy, boys, you’re wasting your time.” It was my last defiant act.

“Hang her!” Jock declared. I saw the men around him nodding in agreement. I looked at Mitch, but he still looked as though he was seeing right through me.

There was a sadness in his expression. Perhaps we shouldn’t have made love at his cabin last night, nor should I have tried to steal from him. Like I say, I probably should have killed him when I had the chance.

Hiram came up and grabbed the bridle to Edward’s horse. “You guys are going to miss me!” I gasped anxiously. Hell, I could still feel a little cum up my cunt and ass.

I cried out as he started to walk the horse out from under me. I tried to hang on with my legs, but that was a futile gesture. My heart started pounding in my chest as I lost the back of the horse. Then I was hanging.

I had no idea it could hurt so much. Instinctively I kicked my legs in an effort to find something solid beneath me. I twisted and hitched, my breasts bouncing as I fought that damned rope.

It hurt like hell, and I tried to beg them with my eyes to save me. All defiance was gone. I just wanted to live.

My head felt like it had started to swell as I got a look at Mitch. He was still looking right through me. But I thought I saw a tear in his eye. If I hadn’t been a thief and a murderer, maybe I might have fallen in love with him the same way he’d apparently fallen in love with me.

It hurt like hell; I could barely draw a decent breath. The more I fought the noose, the tighter it became. It got to where I couldn’t breathe at all. That’s when I really panicked.

My legs flew every which way as I kicked my life away. The bastards all watched my show with what looked like a great deal of appreciation. It felt like my insides were dying; it hurt even worse.

I reached the point where I exhausted myself. I hung there limp, gently swaying back and forth on that post. I was dimly aware of my bladder giving way. It was the final humiliation as I soaked my panties.

The miners rode away one by one as my life faded away. Mitch and Hiram hung around a few seconds longer. “Damned shame; she was a good fuck too.”

“Shut the hell up, Hiram.” Then they solemnly rode away, leaving me hanging there for the buzzards to find…

(Inspired by the maniped picture found in a DFN album)

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March 16 2017 Update 0 (0)

Posted on March 16, 2017 by riwa

I thought you might be interested in getting a little update. Last time I included stories as I thought my life was pretty boring. So this time I’ll try to keep it short and informational.

This winter resulted in a record snow accumulation for the area where I live. Plows were working frequently. One night they plowed my street with the unfortunate consequence of sealing me in the parking lot along with the other vehicles. Many of us had to find some way of shoveling a path just to back out. And I helped a neighbor who had gotten stuck in ruts in the street.

Temps dropped to near -20 in places. This affected my ex in the rehab center as they ended up with busted pipes. They had to move her to a different room while they made repairs. But they were not the only ones who suffered as my mom had frozen pipes to her sewer lines. That was a rather expensive undertaking to thaw them out. They are still not buried beneath the frost line, but that would be a major expenditure on her part. She is considering the fall while wondering how much longer she can afford to put it off.

My ex is doing well although she will need cataract surgery. I guess that happens to people as they get older. With the amount of time I spend staring at a computer screen, I wonder how vulnerable my eyes are becoming before needing repairs. Sometimes they seem to be struggling, and I wonder if that’s because I’ve been doing a lot of writing.

This year I’m trying to work on my procrastinating, although at times I put it off. I’m trying to spend more time each day writing, although it can get easy to burn out. Sometimes I need a break, but I’m trying to watch my finances and spend wisely. So I don’t always buy an extra tank of gas to take a little drive to recharge. My dad was like that as he tended to stay close to home. But then it seems he was always working on vehicles to keep them running. Meanwhile I’m also working on my health by trying to walk more.

I finally got my medical bills paid off. That just means I have a credit card I’m now trying to pay down. And of course tax season is upon us. I’ll end up paying more this year because of a lack of insurance. I hope you folks are in a better situation than I am when tax time hits your house.

Sales at my store really slowed down during the winter months. Other producers had similar struggles. I know you have varied tastes, and I do try to see what sells so as to give you enjoyable content. But I also try to give you a nice variety. Sales were much better for February and I appreciate it. It means a lot to me that you value my writing abilities enough to pay for some of my stories which helps with my expenses. For that I will always be grateful.

Spring is coming; there is plenty of snow in the mountains; and they are pushing extra water down the river to prepare for spring runoff. There is a dam nearby I enjoy visiting with a spill way that makes a hole in the top of the lake when there is extra water. I hope to get over there to take pictures if the water level gets high enough. But for now let me include three of previous years showing how high and how low it can get.

2014

2017 Feb of this year

2006

Thanks for visiting the library. I’ve been trying to put up a mixture of old and new stories. But lately there have been a lot of newer stories I’ve posted. I guess that is to your advantage. So long as I continue to enjoy writing, I shall endeavor to keep putting stories out, some of which I hope you will enjoy. Thank you so much for stopping by. Take care…

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Underwater orgy 4.3 (38)

Posted on March 12, 2017 by riwa

The girls and I were thrilled when Cal and Brian finished 2^nd and 4^th at the diving championships. They busted their asses to perfect their dives. The only reason Cal finished 2^nd was because that guy from Neuron State hit virtually a perfect dive his last time around.

We celebrated by taking the guys out to dinner. Afterwards Trudy, Sapphire and I decided we wanted to give them an extra reward. And since I had the keys to the building as assistant to the synchro coach, I figured it would be a cinch.

We parked out back and made sure the coast was clear before we went inside. Then we all made our way to the diving facility. It’s a good thing it was deep inside the building, although we hardly turned on any lights.

We didn’t bother with modesty since we’d done this a few times previously. We all stripped as we stood on the edge of the pool. Then Cal went and got some weights and belts so we wouldn’t have to worry about buoyancy.

We all got into the water after dropping the weights all the way to the bottom. Then we started working on getting those cocks hard. Us girls held our breath as we took turns sucking since it was three on two.

I knew right away how much Sapphire wanted to fuck Brian. She’d been making eyes at him all night and had been telling me how hot she was that he’d finished 4^th. That had been his best finish ever and she really wanted to reward him.

We got to where our times were pretty good holding our breath. We wanted to go to the bottom and fuck for as long as possible. Well, Sapphire wanted to fuck. But Trudy and I were determined to make sure Cal didn’t go away empty handed.

When we were ready, Sapphire and Brian went down and headed for the ladder with ankle weights. I went down with Trudy to that ledge down near the bottom. Trudy stretched out on her back as I put the weight belt around her to keep her down. Then I added the belt around my waist to help hold me down while licking her out as Cal began fucking Trudy’s mouth.

It was really hot the way he drove his cock deep down her throat. It’s well known that Trudy is the campus deep-throater. She can take a long one all the way down like a pro.

Cal groped her tits while I spent some time on her muff. I hadn’t eaten any dessert during dinner because I had a little “clam” on my mind. Now that I had her pussy right in front of me, I went to town licking and feasting on it. Trudy trembled as she made erotic grunting sounds while taking that hot cock down her throat.

I love eating on Trudy. She cums so fucking hard when I lick her just right. I wanted to see what she would do trying to swallow cock while I pleasured that sweet snatch of hers.

Over on the ladder Sapphire was wasting no time letting Brian plow her cunt. She had her legs wrapped around him, and they had quite a rhythm going. She was wearing her team swimcap and goggles while he was using a dive mask. I just think he wanted the water out of his eyes so he could watch her tits bounce as he rammed her with his dick.

I was hot as hell licking Trudy’s sweet box. She moaned and grunted as Cal thrust in and out of her mouth. It was so fucking hot that I couldn’t resist reaching underneath to finger myself and rub my button. I was probably going to cum the moment Trudy exploded in orgasm.

Over at the ladder I saw Sapphire grunting bubbles as Brian gave her his fuck-stick. I’ve felt him in my cunt many times before, so I knew what she was getting. But I didn’t glance over there very often because I was too busy making Trudy squirm.

Cal really groped her mounds as she took him all the way down her throat. She grabbed my arms as I mouthed her nub, my tongue plowing a furrow between her labia. I could feel her trembling every time I worked my magic on her sweet hole.

Cal and I glanced over at Brian and Sapphire. He gave me a knowing look as we kept pleasuring Trudy. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to see if we could outlast them over there while making Trudy hold her fucking breath like forever.

Gawd; I was so fucking hot! Trudy shivered every time my tongue probed her opening. I kept fingering my cunt; I was so wet I needed a cock inside me! But first thing’s first. We wanted Trudy’s lungs heaving as Cal and I worked on each end.

Over at the ladder I could see Brian and Sapphire picking up the pace. That told me she was probably going to cum soon. I could tell by the way they had increased their rhythm as they fucked each other.

I felt it start to swell inside me as my lungs began to heave. Cal began thrusting harder, fucking bubbles out of sweet Trudy’s mouth. Her lungs began to heave until I knew we were really pushing her breath-hold limits.

I glanced over at the ladder and saw their frenzied fucking. It really made me finger myself as I furiously licked Trudy’s dripping snatch. Now it was a question of who was going to cum first.

I was surprised when it was Cal of all people. Maybe he’d been hoarding his cum in order to focus on the diving championships. But Trudy got so much it, it began seeping out around her lips.

I got so hot that I tongued-fucked that sexy bitch until she shuddered in orgasm as her lungs heaved. Her back arched as her hands flexed. I knew she was having a good one.

About that time Sapphire went off. She’s really loud when she cums, and she screamed her breath away as she really fucked Brian hard. I could tell he was giving it to her good and was probably cumming right along with her.

My lungs heaved as Cal pulled his cock out of Trudy and headed for the surface. She tried to rise up, but I wasn’t through with her. Besides, I wasn’t quite there yet, and I wanted my orgasm before I surfaced.

I really tongue-fucked that bitch until she shuddered again. I finally cried out in orgasm as it washed hotly through my body. It was so intense that for a moment I forgot how out of breath I was.

My lungs were empty when I came down from the plateau of my high. Trudy was trying to rise up, but she was also having trouble. My lungs were empty, and I was suddenly concerned I’d pushed myself too far.

I looked up to see Cal coming back down. At the same time I felt hands pull the weight belt off that was helping hold me down. Then Brian was lifting me up to the surface as Cal worked on getting Trudy off the bottom.

I felt weak and dizzy, my lungs empty and my chest on fire. It had been incredible, but now I really ached. I was dizzy and a little disoriented. Then my head broke the surface and I gasped madly for breath.

I looked over to see Cal had brought Trudy back up. Her eyes were glazed over; I thought she’d passed out. Then I noticed her chest was rising and falling. A moment later it was as if her respiratory system kicked in as she took a really big breath and started panting like crazy.

The guys looked happy as clams. But Trudy and I needed some attention given to our pussies. I asked Cal to give us some time to recover. Then I told him we were going back down for round two. And I didn’t want to come back up until I’d orgasmed like last time, this time with his cock deep inside my hungering cunt…

(Inspired by a Justpaul clip with vidcaps used for illustrations.)

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