The new film 2 4.4 (9)

The new film 2

Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa

 

Dan gave some thought as to whether or not he wanted to do a second film. The first one had worked pretty well. But now he was considering something where there were no knife wounds to affect her ability to hold her breath before she drowned.

He got a mental image of the three remaining girls high on his list. He tried to picture what scene best fit each one. When he settled on something he liked he started making some calls.

He tried Jaime first but she was not at home. He decided it was not critical staying with her as he had two other options as his understudies. So he tried again.

Tonya told him she was readily available. But she was not as easy as she had been during auditions. She was more interested in how much she would earn, what kind of scene it would be and whether or not it would further her career. He sensed this might be an issue with her so he told her he would get back to her. Then he moved her to the back of the list.

The last call he placed was to Betty. She was the most attractive, although had been a bit difficult at following directions. He had an idea for her as he placed the call. The first hurdle was cleared the moment she answered the phone.

“Hello,” Betty said when she answered the phone.  One of the things that Dan had liked about her was her accent.  He couldn’t pin it down but it sounded like she was from the south, but not the Deep South.  His second guess would have been the Midwest.  “This is Betty.”

“Hello Betty,” Dan said. “This is Dan.  I’m the cameraman and in charge of casting for the movie that you auditioned for the other day.  We’ve talked about it and think that you’d make an excellent addition to our cast.”  He smiled to himself at the “we” part, indicating a large company.

Without a moments hesitation Betty spoke up loudly into the phone.  “That’s great!” she exclaimed.  “What do I need to do next?”

“Well I’d like to meet you first to make a few arrangements.  Do you know that small diner on Main Street?”

Betty said that she did and they agreed to meet there in an hour.

She was already there when Dan arrived.  She gave him a huge smile and a wave as he sat down.  “Thanks for meeting me here, Betty.  I’ll be honest with you.  I thought you were the best actress for the part. But I had to fight with my boss about it.  I wanted to talk here, off the record.”

The smile dropped off of Betty’s face.  “Is there a problem?”

“Not a big one,” Dan replied while he took in her looks.  Braided blonde hair on a tall frame, at least 5’11” by his guess.  She had a healthy looking body, the type of girl who puts more emphasis on diet than exercise.  He wondered how that would affect her endurance.

“The thing is,” he continued, “Is that you were supposed to come to the call back in a bikini and you showed up in a one piece.  We all thought you were very attractive but it caused a small problem.  People were wondering if you have a problem with directions…do you follow them or improvise as you go based on what you think is right?”

Betty’s voice dropped a bit.  “I caught that when I was almost there for the callback.  It was so stupid but I wanted to be on time and if I went back to change I’d have missed the callback by 45 minutes.  I promise that it won’t happen again.”

Dan nodded, happy at her desire to work and that she was the type who was punctual.  That assuaged his concerns.

“On a related note, not that it will affect anything, but how would you rate yourself as a swimmer.  As you might have guessed, a lot of your scenes will be in, and under, the water.”

Betty smiled.  “I was co-captain of my swim team in High School.  My height gave me an edge.   I won the short and medium events but I’ll admit that my endurance usually wasn’t enough to win in the long distance races.  Still, if there’s oxygen and others around that shouldn’t be a problem, will it?”

Dan smiled.  “No, it won’t be a problem at all.  Be here on Monday, 8 A.M.  Just bring your swimsuit in a bag but make sure it’s a blue bikini because we want it to contrast with your hair color.”

Betty smiled and thanked him.  After she was gone Dan ordered a donut and made some mental notes.  He liked Betty. But for now it was back to the marina.

He got the boat and the items he needed and went out. He picked a location a short distance from where he’d left Lisa, the previous girl he’d filmed. Then he went to work.

The task was not that difficult and he was finished in less than twenty minutes. Then he was back in his scuba gear and over the side, double-checking the location and the camera angles he wanted. The water was not that deep here as he wanted Betty to be able to swim down to it.

He made sure everything was ready and in place. Then he headed back to shore, leaving the object he wanted to film at the bottom of the lake.

He docked, got out of the boat and took his scuba gear with him. He had to make sure it was filled for the upcoming shoot. He was able to have it filled at the shop before taking it back to the boat and stowing it away. Then he went home.

As far as he knew everything was ready. He was already picturing in his mind what he wanted from Betty. Now it was only a matter of picking her up at the diner and bringing her to the boat. He hoped she would bring a blue bikini because he wanted to make sure to catch the color contrast with her hair on film down at the bottom of the lake.

Once he was alone at home Dan went home to relax.  After fetching a diet coke from the fridge he went to his tv and pulled out a dvd.  It was The Blind Side, with Sandra Bullock.  That’s what was on the cover anyway.  Inside was the dvd he had made from the footage of Lisa.  Although he sometimes wondered if it would be better in blue-ray, it never failed to get him hard.

There was one part that he hadn’t been able to catch on film and just thinking about it always aroused him.  The innocent and excited look Lisa had on her face, and the way that her hair was blowing in the wind just before he came up from behind her and cut off her air with the chloroform.  He remembered her surprised and muffled scream and the way she had try to fight back.  Dan had expected more from her but the chloroform worked faster than he had thought it would and it took less than thirty seconds for her to collapse in his arms.

Dan also thought about how he had taken the air tank from its spot on the boat, turned it on, and tossed it overboard as well.  There was no footage of him dragging down Lisa’s unconscious body and securing the regulator over mouth and waiting to see if she would start to breathe on her own.

Still, watching the footage of her trying to keep her body up with only her arms was what got him off the most…the look of hope that she had before he’d cut her and her surrender.  Despite how many times he watched it, it never failed to get him off.

Dan paused the dvd on the part where Lisa passed out and went over things in his mind.  He had made a few errors in judgement with Lisa and he figured that going over the whole filming would refine his technique.  For one thing, he had never asked Lisa about her family, which would have told him how quickly she would be missed.

His other big mistake, looking back, was not checking to see how private the area had been.  Dan had to admit that he’d been lucky on both counts.  No other boats had been around and if Lisa had lots of people looking for her he didn’t know about it.  He’d kept a close eye on the local news and there had never been any segment about her disappearing, or being found.

Dan intended to find out more about Betty and check the area this time.  He was glad, however, that he’d had the foresight to ask her about her abilities and was glad to know that, though well experienced in the water, she was much better with strength than endurance.

Still drinking his soda, Dan put the dvd back to where Lisa was floating on the bottom, just before she regained consciousness, and watched it all again…

Dan arrived at the diner 10 minutes early only to find Betty was already there waiting for him in a colorful blouse and skirt. She had a little bag in his hand he assumed contained the requested bikini. She seemed eager to get the “part” he’d laid out to her.

“Bad news,” he told her as she got into his car. “The director isn’t sure of your qualifications despite your audition tape.”

Disappointment filled her features. Betty lost her cheerful demeanor as she sagged unhappily. “You mean he doesn’t want me?”

“I told him I think you’re just right for the part. But he’s concerned about you being able to handle being underwater breathing off a regulator while not wearing a dive mask.”

“I can do those things,” she told him. “You just have to give me a chance.”

“That’s what I told him,” he said as he drove them to the marina. “I said you could probably handle it and that I could give you a quick refresher course with the reg if necessary. He’s still not convinced. But I told him to give me a chance to take some video of you underwater in the scene he wants to shoot.”

“You went to bat for me?”

“He was not as impressed with your audition as I was. Maybe it was the one-piece, although that should not have been an issue. Anyway I told him I’d get him some video of you so he can judge for himself.”

“Thanks! I really appreciate that!”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Dan said with a smile. “Just remember me some day when you get to be a big movie star. I wouldn’t mind being included in a little video shoot in one of your movies.”

“I won’t forget, Dan; I really appreciate this!” She was happy again to think he had gone to the mat for her. Dan just smiled inwardly at having convinced her to give her all for what he was planning.

They drove on for a little bit.  The diner wasn’t on top of the dock.  Still, traffic was light and they were soon in the parking lot.  Becky trailed behind him, bag in hand, as Dan went to his own boat.  While he went he tried to look over the boats and to see how many were out there. But there was just too many other things blocking his vision.

They got to the boat and Dan told her to sit down and be comfortable while he untied it.  In a matter of minutes they were on their way.

“This will take about 15 minutes so why don’t you change downstairs.”

Betty said ok and disappeared below.  While she was out of sight Dan took a quick look around the boat.  Everything that should be there and visible was there and safely tied down.  Those items that should not have been there and would ruin everything if Betty discovered them weren’t visible and she’d only find them if she decided to take the boat apart.  So far so good.

In short order Betty returned.  She was wearing the blue bikini that he was hoping for and he felt a tiny bit of arousal.  Still, he was able to make it go away by directing his mind to the business at hand.

Betty had tied her blonde hair into a ponytail.  In the bikini Dan noticed her breasts, while firm, were borderline between the B and C cups.  That was fine too because he wanted another video that seemed real and some fake woman with DDD breasts would ruin the whole thing.

The only incongruous item of clothing that she was wearing were some well used white sneakers.  He decided to let it go.  They were on a boat and they’d be off her feet long before anyone was wet.

“As long as we have some time, why don’t you tell me about yourself,” Dan asked.  “Married?”

Betty shook her head.  “I was engaged about 6 months ago but we broke it off.  He had doubts and we just decided to walk away friends.”

Dan just listened and let her talk.

“That’s really nonsense you know…being friends.  Once he’s gone, he’s gone.”

“So what else?”

“Well,” Betty continued, “I’m not seeing anyone now.  I’m trying to regroup as far as men go.  Maybe if this picture is a hit then the guys will find me.”  Betty dropped her head a bit and showed a shy smile as she said it.

“So it’s just you?” Dan asked, hoping that his probing would just be dismissed as casual conversation.

“Just me and my roomie.” Betty answered.  “My parents retired and went out west and I see them about once a year.  It was always just the three of us.”

That last sentence gave Dan all the information he needed.  “Well just relax.  We should be there soon.”

Dan couldn’t help but steal a look at Betty as she sat down on the bench and bent her neck back, stretching herself and facing the sun, eyes closed.  She was nice to look at and would work just fine.

Engrossed in her hopes of upcoming stardom, Betty didn’t notice as Dan powered down the boat slightly.  He was looking for other boats and there was only one, a sailboat a quarter of a mile away.  As the boat slowed he kept an eye on it and was satisfied as it got smaller and smaller until it was almost out of view.

Betty came back to herself and Dan when she heard the engine shut off.  As the boat bobbed there she just looked at Dan and waited for him to do whatever tasks that were required.  She decided to stay quiet and remain out of his way.

Dan went over to a cabinet and retrieved a scuba tank. “Have you ever breathed off a regulator before, Betty?” She smiled as she told him, “Yes I have.” But her smile faded as she seemed embarrassed about something.

He finished preparing the scuba gear as he told her, “That’s good. You’ll need to be comfortable taking air off the reg when you are down below. If you can’t stay on the bottom more than a handful of seconds then this isn’t going to work. Eventually you’ll need to shed your dive mask for the scene I’m shooting.”

She looked at him… started to say something and then bit her lip. He went over to his camera gear and began checking settings. He paused to smile over at her as he told her, “I really do think that bikini contrasts nicely with your hair. I’m counting on this shoot to change the director’s mind about using you.”

“Uh, Dan? I, uh… I have a confession to make.”

“Oh?”

“I, uh… I’ve never really, uh… used a regulator before.”

He looked at her with amusement. “Is that so? Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“I wanted the part.” Then she came over to him, appearing as though she was going to fall to her knees to plead.

“I’m willing to learn; honest I am. You can show me, can’t you?”

“Well, I’ll have to take a few minutes in the water to get used to taking breaths off the regulator both with and without a dive mask, Betty. Let’s see how it works out, ok?”

“Dan, I promise you won’t be sorry. I’m a quick learner; really I am.”

“You’re liable to get water up your nose, Betty. Some folks find that quite uncomfortable.”

“As a swimmer I’m used to water up my nose.”

“That’s a plus, Betty. Ok, let’s get over the side and spend a few minutes near the surface getting you used to holding your breath and then me feeding you the reg, shall we?”

Her lack of skills didn’t bother Dan at all. On the contrary, he believed her inexperience would translate well to the scene he wanted to shoot.

Betty sat down on bench in the back of the boat and waiting while Dan disappeared into the boat. Then he came out with what was obviously a scuba tank.  Sitting down next to her he handed the regulator to her.

“Try using it here first,” he said, handing her the regulator.

Betty shook her head to clear a few stray hairs out of her eyes and took the regulator from Dan.  She put the regulator in her mouth and pinched her nose shut.  Then, closing her eyes, she tried to breath and quickly opened her eyes, pleasantly surprised at how easy it seemed to be.  She thought that she had to draw a bit harder than she was used to but was happy that it obviously worked.  She smiled at Dan and nodded her head.

“Now hop on in,” Dan told her.  Leaving the tank with Dan she went to the stairs and lowered herself into the water.  While she waited for Dan to get wet as well and bring in the tank she let herself slip under the water for a moment to wet her hair and when she came up he was next to her.

“Now try it in the water.”

Betty did the same thing.  She breathed with her nose pinched closed for a minute until Dan told her to go under the water completely. Betty did as she was told while Dan tread water next to her, holding the tank up.

As she had been told, a little water came up with each breathe but after a minute she learned to adjust.  She had to admit that it was a strange feeling, being under for minutes at a time without an issue when she should have drowned by now.  Then, only holding the regulator hose, she swam under the boat and came up on the other side.

Looking down as she went, she thought that she saw something below.  It looked like a cage but, with her still being a bit nervous, wasn’t sure about it.  When she came up on the other side Dan was there next to her.  He had obviously been following her, tank in hand, so that she didn’t go away any farther than the regulator hose’s length.

Betty wanted to check one thing though.  She went under again, holding her breath, and looked down.  Without any mask to protect her eyes, she had to try to keep them open longer than she usually would.  She thought that she saw that object again, and that it did in fact look like a cage that she gauged to be about 30 feet below the surface.

After she came back up she saw that Dan was gone, already on the boat.  “That was perfect Betty.  C’mon up for a bit.” Betty climbed back into the boat.

“I think that you’ll be perfect for this,” Dan said.  He couldn’t help but notice her innocent smile.

Betty took a towel that Dan gave to her and watched as he went below deck again.

“Why don’t you use the towel and let the sun dry you as well.  I’m going to reload the air tank while you catch some rays and rest up.  It’ll take about half an hour.”

Betty sat back and freed her hair and straightened her bikini.  Then she started sunning herself and just waited.

Dan went down below deck and attached the tank to the compressor. He turned it on and listened as the tank began to fill once again. But as he waited he contemplated what he had learned.

Betty was a quick study at using the regulator. That would come in handy when it came time to use the cage down below. He suspected she had seen it but had said nothing to him.

He thought about what he wanted her to do next. He wanted some shots of her swimming some lengths underwater. The idea was to act as though she was being chased by a shark and trying to stay under on one breath. The cage would be something for her to duck into in the hopes of saving herself.

He wonder how well she could swim underwater. He also wondered if she could make it all the way down to the cage in one breath. He suspected it was possible and he definitely wanted video of that. But who knew with these women.

He checked the progress of the filling scuba tank, mentally making final preparations. He would tell her he needed to get footage of her swimming down into the depths and eventually into the cage. Then he would take care of things from there. Maybe he could lure her into locking herself in as a part of the scene, afraid the shark might jar the cage over and pop the cover.

He checked the gauge; he still had a few minutes to go. He spent that time wondering what she was going to look like inside the cage. A few puffs of air to begin with, maybe a couple of swims in and out to get some stock footage. Then he could spring it on her.

When Dan came up from below he was surprised to see that Betty was no longer there.  He stood up high and then he saw her at the bow.  She had slipped in and was in the water taking leisurely strokes around the boat.  As she came by the stern she saw him and stopped.

“I hope you don’t mind”, she said, “but I was getting a bit hot and felt like warming up for any swimming that I might need to do.”

Dan smiled.  “No problem.  I was about to get started.  I need you to put your face in the water.  Down below you’ll see a metal shark cage.”

Betty stuck her face into the water, brushing her blonde hair aside.  After a moment she came up.  “I can’t see it, it’s a bit murky down there.”

“Try to get closer.”

Dan watched as she went under.  She was back in about 10 seconds.  “I can see it, but it would be easier for me if I could protect my eyes.  Will I get goggles or a mask?”

Dan smiled.  “I just need to see if you can make it all the way down on your own.”

Betty nodded and then disappeared into the water below.  Dan didn’t look, but just looked at his watch.  After about 45 seconds she was back.

“No problem, I got there ok.”  Betty smiled at him and Dan noticed that she wasn’t even breathing heavily.  Then he went to the side of the boat and turned on the tank and tossed it overboard.

“I just need you to do one more thing before we start.  That tank is on and full and should have landed near the cage.  I just want you do go down and, once you find it, just stay under for as long as you can’t do it anymore.  Then take a breath from the regulator and come back up.”

Betty nodded, feeling confident in herself, and disappeared.  Dan sat down and looked at the second hand on his watch.

Dan watched as Betty swam down toward the cage and the waiting scuba tank. Bubbles trickled up as she pulled with her arms while kicking with her legs. Despite not having any fins on her feet she seemed to be making good progress.

It did take her a bit to get down there. But she swam with determination as though she wanted the movie part he was referring to. It seemed she reached out and touched the bars to the cage about 20 seconds down.

She saw the tank and picked it up, making him wonder what she was doing with it. She moved it closer so it was adjacent to the shark cage. But still she did not take a breath of air.

35 seconds and she swam a complete loop around the cage. She came back to the tank and paused. He thought he saw her look up at him. Then she finally reached for the regulator and stuffed it into her mouth at about the 48 second mark.

He saw what looked like a couple of exhalations. Then she discarded the regulator and started back up. He watched her in that blue bikini as she kicked herself upward.

She did not use her arms this time. She propelled herself along with those shapely legs of hers. She seemed more comfortable out here than she had for the auditions.

Had she hidden her abilities from him? Or had she simply become more confident and excited at getting the part he was promising? Well he had a part, all right… just not the part she was expecting.

She came back up at around 55 seconds, beaming as though quite pleased with herself. “That was quite good,” he told her admiringly.

“That wasn’t as hard as I thought,” she told him as she tread water. “Once I got used to holding my breath and being down there it wasn’t so bad after all.”

“Excellent,” he told her with a smile as he started to slip the other tank over his shoulders. “Let me get geared up and get my camera and we’ll get started. You’re wet and doing well so there’s no use putting this off.”

“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. Director,” she responded with a smile.

Betty moved away from the boat a bit and watched Dan prepare himself.

“I don’t mean to cause trouble,” she said, “but do you think I could get a mask or goggles…something for my eyes?  I don’t want them to start to turn red at the wrong time.”

Dan paused.  He thought about it and then went into a small bin and took out a pair of goggles.  He didn’t have a full mask but when Betty swam over to him and took them she seemed quite relieved.  As Dan put on his fins she tightened them around her eyes, pulling her hair out of the way to make sure she had a good seal.

When he was ready Dan got into the water and swam up to her.  He thought about how easy it would be to finish Betty right there and then…to just surround her and pull her under and away from the air while he breathed easily.  He wondered how it would be to feel her weaken and pass out in his arms, just a few feet from the surface.  He didn’t dwell on the thought for more than a few seconds…after all who would be there to take any footage?

“Ok, same as before.  I want you to go down and stay there for as long as you can and then take a breath or two and come back up.  I’ll be trailing and filming from behind you.” Then he pointed the camera at her and started filming.

He stayed on the surface, letting her put a few feet between them, then followed her down.  He needed some rear shots and her combinations of arm and leg movements was excellent.  Keeping close, he stayed with her and kept filming at the bottom while, as before, she circled the tank.  Then, when she couldn’t hold out any more, she went to the tank, took a deep breath and when he pointed she surfaced again.  Dan waited and then followed her again, getting more footage from behind but this time on an ascending angle.

When they were on the surface he spoke to her.  “Excellent.  Now I want to do the same thing again, but this time I’ll be in front of you, getting facial shots.”

Betty smiled, happy that the camera was going to show her face.  Then they went under again and did just that.

“Excellent work,” Dan told her as Betty pulled her goggles up to clear them. “Now, for our last rehearsal, I want you to into the cage and, after a moment, pull on the bars as if you’re trapped.”

Betty nodded, still too eager to excel in her role.

Down again, and then Betty was inside the cage.  She performed just as she had been directed to.  When it was obvious that she was beginning to weaken Dan pulled the spare tank close to the cage and extended the cord so that Betty could breathe.  He pointed up and then they surfaced.

“Excellent, again.  We’re going to do a real take on that.  One thing though, and it was a bit of a problem, was that you kept your eyes on me.  I need you to face one way, to be as if I’m not there, while I circle the tank and get all sorts of angles.  I’d like them to see the back of your bikini and what’s filling out the bottom of it.”

Betty blushed a bit but didn’t speak.  She just nodded and started taking deep breaths.

Betty indicated she was ready. Dan put the reg back into his mouth to record her descent. At his nod to go ahead she took a deep breath and swam down.

This time he recorded her at an angle to catch her full body in motion. Bubbles trickled out of her nose as she pulled with her arms. She reached the cage, looked all around and then climbed inside.

He moved closer, capturing the view of her as she looked out of the cage. She lost a few bubbles and then went down to the bottom of the cage to retrieve the regulator to the other scuba tank. She breathed from it and then looked at him expectantly.

Dan motioned “cut” with a slash across his neck. Then he motioned… “Head back up.” She opened the lid and exited the cage, bubbles trickling out of her mouth and nose.

He swam over and pulled the spare scuba tank away from the cage. For one thing it was too close and kept getting in the shot. He also didn’t want her able to get any air when the proper time came. Then he headed back up.

She was waiting for him when he came up and pulled the reg out of his mouth. “What was wrong with that?” she wanted to know.

“First you think you’re being chased by a shark, but you’re not acting like it. Second, when you get into the cage you are not looking around to identify the location of the shark. Third, when you “see” it you are not backing away and acting properly frightened. And fourth, the spare tank is in the shot too much.”

“But that’s what I get my air from.”

“Actually you keep getting most of your air from up here. To keep the spare scuba tank out of the frame it should be father away.”

“Then how am I supposed to breathe down there?”

“That’s what this is for,” he told her, hefting his buddy regulator attached to an extra hose on his tank. “In a regular shoot there would be additional safety divers who zip in, give you their buddy hose, and then get back out of the shot. But since the director was not satisfied with you he wouldn’t give me the extra divers I wanted. So I’m taking a chance here and paying for this equipment out of my own pocket.”

“So when I go back down we need to move the scuba tank down there?”

“I moved it before I came back up. This way we can focus solely on the video.”

“Oh; good thinking.”

“I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath. Then we’ll head back down and try it again. This time we really need to work on making it more realistic.”

“I understand. I really appreciate what you’re trying to do here and I’ll work on it, Dan.”

“I know you will,” he replied with a smile.

They paused a moment and then Dan asked, “Ready?”

Betty readjusted her goggles then nodded yes.  She took a deep breath and went back down.  Dan went with her, staying close so that she could grab the buddy hose if necessary.  He wasn’t filming her.  He’d already collected enough footage of her going up and down in the water.

When they reached the bottom Betty couldn’t help but notice that the tank had moved.  It made her a tad uneasy, but she pushed the thought aside.

The two of them reached their destination and she had to go off air in order to enter the cage alone.  As she went inside Dan reached out and took hold of the cage door.  He pulled on it gently to make sure nothing was stuck or jammed.  The hatch only went up an inch or so, but came up easily enough to satisfy him and he left it open.

As he turned around he saw that Betty was already in the cage.  He swam up to her and extended the second regulator and she took it and started to take deep breathes.  Dan watched her as she started to get a tiny bit stronger and lost any hunger for air that she might have had.

He allowed her to keep breathing off of his tank while he bent over and took a final check of his camera before turning it on.  It started filming the sand and a bit of his fins but he didn’t care.  There would be a lot of editing later on.

Turning and putting the camera between them he stuck up his hand, all five fingers up.  She nodded and then he brought them down…5…4..3..2.1.

Dan backed off and started filming her while she started to act.  She actually started to put on a good performance, not showing any weakness.

Dan circled the cage, filming her from all angles, while she did exactly as she had been directed to do.

He sensed that she was starting to feel a pull in her lungs…not desperate, but the need for air was just beginning.

Still filming, he circled around to face her and put up his palm.  Betty stopped acting and grabbed both bars of the cage.  Keeping the camera on them as best he could, Dan came up and extended the buddy hose again.  She took it and refilled her lungs while he gave her a vigorous thumbs up.

Dan waited another few moments.  He wanted her to be as strong as possible for the final shooting.

Betty took deep breaths and, totally clear headed, kept thinking about her future.  “This is going to be the beginning of things, great things,” she thought.

Then Dan came up to her quickly, camera up.  As she turned to face him the regulator popped out of her mouth, as she expected it to do.

What she didn’t expect was for Dan to thrust his arm through the bars of the cage and suddenly rip her goggles off.

Betty bubbled in alarm as Dan took a padlock and locked her in. He nodded at her before turning around and swimming away. She was horrified.

She watched in disbelief as he swam off and left her inside the locked cage with no source of air. He had moved the other scuba tank out of range, supposedly to keep it out of the shot. Now she was going to drown.

She watched as he suddenly turned around. Then he started swimming back toward her, the camera in his grasp and apparently recording. What the hell??

She was relieved when she saw him coming closer. Perhaps he wasn’t a homicidal maniac after all. But what the hell was he doing??

He was almost to the cage when he angled upward and swam over the top. But instead of stopping or giving her his buddy reg he just kept on going. What the hell was he doing??

She watched in alarm as he swam off in the opposite direction, her heart beating fast again. Then he turned around and came back at her from another angle. Wait, was he swimming like a…?

She almost did a face-palm as it occurred to her what he was trying to capture. This time as he came closer she backed away to the opposite side of the cage. She let out a bubbly cry as he angled off to the side, swimming slow and casual. Then she cursed herself.

It was part of the shoot; he was taking video from the point of view of the shark. And she had pretty much ruined that first pass by acting like he’d abandoned her. Maybe the second pass had better footage.

She was relieved to see him turn around and swim back to her with the buddy reg in his hand. He came up to the cage and passed it to her through the bars. She sheepishly accepted it from him and nodded, feeling ashamed she had panicked. She wondered if any of that last footage was any good.

He motioned… “Are you all right?” She nodded in reply as she took another hit off the regulator.

He lifted up one finger… “One more?” She nodded again, still feeling sheepish. This time she would put everything she had into reacting as though a great white was coming her way.

He held his empty hand out expectantly, waiting for the reg. She took a last deep breath and nodded before giving it back to him. He nodded as he brought the camera up to his face before swimming off in yet another direction.

She still felt a little anxious, wondering why the hell he’d popped her goggles off. Maybe he wanted her bare-faced in the shot. She also wondered why he’d scared her half to death until something in the back of her mind told her maybe he was trying to get her to act more realistically. She winced inwardly; at least that part had probably looked good on video, although not the way she had anticipated.

She watched as he turned around and began swimming back toward her inside the cage. She watched in wide-eyed horror, grasping the bars as though afraid of what was coming. As he got closer she backed away, shaking her head and swirling her hair all around her face as she backed into the rear of the cage. Then he stopped a few yards away.

It looked like he was fiddling with the lens as though he was zooming in on her. But he was coming no closer. Betty tried to put on a good performance of fear as her lungs began to burn.

Betty tried to do her performance once again, trying to please her director. But she was getting too nervous and she knew it.

He kept shooting and she knew that it wouldn’t be a good take because she could feel herself getting distracted.  There was a tiny pull for air inside of her but she ignored it, trying to focus on her work.  How many actresses before her that were famous had to get dirty and go through a lot of things like makeup during a shoot, after all?

She stopped her acting suddenly, realizing that something wasn’t right.  There was Dan just in front of her, with the camera up.  She saw that he had a tiny smile and thought that he might not be aware of her exactly…too caught up behind the camera.

Betty’s swimming instincts took over and she put her hand up to her neck, indicating that she needed air.  She waited, but Dan just stayed where he was, shooting his footage.  Betty couldn’t wait any longer.

She swam up to the hatch and pushed it open.  To her shock it only went up a tiny bit and she heard the sound of metal against metal.  Dropping down, she let herself go to the bottom and pushed up as hard as she could, hands up.  As before, she hit the hatch but it stayed in place.

Turning, she looked for Dan and made the same symbol with her hand around her own neck.  Then reaching up, she tried to get to the latch with her own fingers.  She was able to float on her back against the top of the cage and find the latch.

Betty got a good hold and opened the hatch, but it only slid a tiny bit in its groove before being stopped by something.

Somehow, even though she was beginning to feel the pull of her lungs with a little more urgency, she managed to keep her cool and went down to the bottom, reaching for the spare air tank.

Betty thrust her arm out of the cage, as far as she could. But it was just a few inches out of reach.  Pulling herself against the bars, she reached again, but just couldn’t make it.

Dan kept filming and, truly beginning to be frightened, Betty put her hand to her neck again, hoping that he’d get her message.  She wanted to be done with this project!

Dan motioned… “You’re supposed to be afraid of the shark.”

Betty bubbled anxiously as she motioned back… “I need air; I can’t hold my breath much longer!” She was amazed the way he continued to film despite her obvious distress.

The agony in her lungs worsened. She could feel her stomach rippling as her body wanted to inhale. She kept trying to fight it off, but it was getting worse.

She saw Dan swim a little closer; was he coming to give her the buddy reg? She reached out toward him with her arm, anxiously waving him closer. He just continued to take video as though this scene was more important than her needing air right now.

Her lungs heaved ominously as she grabbed onto the bars. She gave them a hard shake, causing the metal to rattle as air spewed out of her mouth. Then she reached outward toward Dan, desperately waving him to come closer with the buddy hose.

She looked in desperation at the other scuba tank lying out of reach. She got down on her knees again and stretched for it just as hard as she could. Then a severe convulsion caused her chest to heave.

She coughed up bubbles as she brought a hand up to cover her mouth. Her eyes were wide in terror as she grabbed one of the bars and gave it a shake. But Dan was still well out of range, continuing to take video of her in the cage. Then she coughed up bubbles as her lungs gave out.

Betty took her other hand and covered her mouth but it was too late.  She watched the bubbles fly out of her mouth and go through the bars of the cage, something that she was unable to do.  Realization came into her mind as it dawned on her that she was the star all right, but of a snuff film!

She stopped looking at Dan and pushed off the bottom.  There was still enough strength in her legs to get her to the bars and she grabbed onto them.  She desperately reached out for the latch but Betty had become disoriented.  Her arm went through and she tried grabbing for the latch, but her hands were nowhere near it.  Soon the weight of her legs became too much and they pulled her down to the bottom.

Dan moved closer and caught some excellent shots of her eyes and the realization and terror in them.  Betty kept reaching around in vain while the current swished her blonde hair in all directions.  Through the water, as her movements slowed, Dan heard a final plea for mercy.

Betty’s arms stopped their final flailing and then her body was still.  As her neck bent backwards Dan was able to get a good shot of her body’s surrender, but not a good facial shot.

Dan undid his own tank, being careful to keep it close enough by sticking the regulator through the bars and opened the lock and took his camera into the cage.  He took some excellent footage of her face and even managed a shot of her left breast, which had fallen out of her bikini top.  Then he put the camera down, being sure to turn it off, and took a deep breath from the tank.  With a little effort he was able to pick up Betty and lift her through the cage door and pull her body to the surface.

At the surface he looked around and didn’t see anyone around and was able to bring Betty’s body onto the boat.  Putting her on her back he watched her chest and saw it didn’t rise on its own.  Putting his head against her chest he could still hear her heart beating from within.  As he sat there he reached over and brushed Betty’s hair away from her face.

Her eyes were closed but somehow Dan could still see the shock and terror that had taken her at the end.  He just sat there like that for about ten minutes.

Dan never leaned over to listen for a heartbeat.  He knew that it had stopped and that Betty was finished.

He took her by the arms and pulled her into cabin.  It was doubtful that anyone would come up to him, much less look inside.  Then he went into the water again.  With two air tanks at his disposal, he had no trouble disassembling the cage.

Dan left the parts on the bottom and started the boat.  He drove to a spot several miles away from where the filming had been.  Then he pushed her overboard and left her floating on the water.  She stayed there, facedown, her hair floating around her head, and began to sink.  She might be found sooner or later, or perhaps never.  There was nothing to tie her to Dan and the cage was far away.

Home, showered, and dressed in dry clothes Dan had a nice dinner and when he woke up the next morning began the long task of editing his footage.

© 2016 (written by Carolyn and Riwa Jul 22 ’16)

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Air Raid 2 (2)

Dorothy and Peggy were heading home from doing a little shopping. They probably should not have been out at that hour. But they’d put off making some purchases until now, mostly because they’d heard the store had just received a recent shipment. And they’d had to wait in line for hours until finally getting the foodstuffs they wanted.

Times were difficult in 1941. England was being bombed by the Jerrys day and night. Supplies were scarce. And there was no place that seemed safe. When the sirens went off you either hunkered down where you were and prayed not to receive a direct hit… or you took off for the nearest underground shelter. And if you were close by, you made a mad dash for one of the underground toilets to ride out the bombing raid.

Pedestrian traffic was predictably light. Not many vehicles were out on the roads. People did not want to take a chance luring a bomber over the top of their car or lorry.

“C’mon, love; we need to get home!” Peggy anxiously told her friend. “The Jerrys will be here soon!”

“Don’t worry; we’ll make it,” Dorothy reassured her. “We’ve survived thus far. Maybe they won’t bomb our section of the…”

About that time the sirens began to wail. The two female friends looked up at the darkened sky and quickly detected the drone of approaching airplanes. They looked at each other and then broke into a jog, clutching their bags in their hands. A moment later virtually every street light went out, plunging the area into darkness.

“Are they coming this way?” Peggy asked nervously.

“I can’t tell,” Dorothy replied. “Maybe if we hurry. We’re not far from…” That’s when the first whump of the exploding bombs went off somewhere far ahead of them, followed by several more that appeared to be getting closer.

“They’re coming to get us!” Peggy gasped. “Dorothy, we’ve got to get out of here! Those bloody Jerrys will find us out in the streets!”

“We’ve got to get this stuff home!” Dorothy protested. “Do you realize how much money we had to spend just to get our hands on…”

An explosion went off much closer than either lady cared to admit. Already there were people rushing out into the streets, heading off in a familiar direction. “Peggy; the toilets; they’re underground!”

“Dorothy, we’ll never make it!” Another explosion several blocks away caused both women to drop their packages before rushing off with the others at a dead run.

There were screams and cries as bodies went running pell-mell down the street. The two ladies were passed by those who were faster… went rushing by those who could not keep up. It was really dark now and they kept bumping into bodies as they rushed for the underground toilets.

“There; around the corner!” Dorothy cried out. The two women rushed forward as another explosion went off somewhere behind them. Bricks and mortar began sprinkling down from the building all around them.

They let out a cry as they rushed down the stairs. They didn’t even bother to identify whether it was the men’s or women’s toilet. All they cared about was getting into some shelter, hoping the structure would not take a direct bomb hit.

It was pitch black as they rushed inside. They could hear the cries of frightened men and woman. There was another nearby explosion, causing the building to rock.

Was this it; were they going to be blown to kingdom come? There was no way of knowing. One bomb might obliterate them all while another might drop without exploding, one of the few duds the Jerrys dropped on them.

“Dorothy? Dorothy, where are you? I can’t see you down here?”

“Peggy? Peggy, just stay put until the All Clear siren!”

“Dorothy – mmmph!”

“Peggy?”

Dorothy suddenly felt hands all over her, pawing hands… groping hands. All around her were the muffled sounds of moans and groans, some crying while others prayed. Then she felt someone grab her right hand, forcing her to wrap her fingers around something familiar.

Dorothy grabbed on and started to stroke, her heart racing. There was another explosion as the building shuddered. Another cock appeared in her other hand. Without thinking she began stroking that one as well.

She felt hands on her body, hands peeling her out of the dress she was wearing. She was forced to her knees as a cock was pushed against her lips. Without knowing who it belonged to she opened her mouth and accepted it, fearing it might be the last cock she ever sucked.

There were more explosions up at the surface. Dorothy grunted as the cock thrust in and out of her mouth. Another one tried to push its way in, causing her to lose the first one while taking the second.

There were hands all over her, hands feeling her bare flesh as she stroked a cock in each hand while sucking another. All around her were the sounds of frenzied sexual activity. She heard moans and groans, followed by the occasional cry whenever a bomb exploded too close.

She felt something press against her pussy and then push right in. She grunted and moaned as she accepted it without question. Perhaps going out in a blaze of glory in the middle of a desperate fuck would not be a bad way to go. She couldn’t even begin to contemplate what was happening to Peggy.

One of the cocks in her hand went off. She could feel cream on her backside. It pulled away as someone else pressed a new male member into her open hand.

The cock in her mouth swelled until it suddenly went off between her lips. She groaned as she swallowed the discharge. Then the cock was pulled out, only to be replaced by another.

More hands pawed her naked body; she had no idea what had happened to her dress now. All she knew was she was in the middle of a gangbang that could end suddenly if the Jerrys happened to drop one in just the right location. It made her all the more eager to suck on the cock in her mouth, hoping to give the owner one final thrill in case an explosion ended them all.

The cock went off in her pussy and she cried out into the dick in her mouth. It pulled out, only for another to take its place. It was pitch black; no lights were allowed during an air raid to make it harder for the Jerrys to identify potential targets.

The new cock went off in her mouth as a cock spewed all over her backside. The dick pulled out from between her lips and was replaced by another, thrusting hard and fast. All around her were the sounds of frenzied fucking and sucking. But on a night like this there seemed little use for morals or sexual modesty, not when the next bomb that fell might have your name on it.

She lost the cock in her pussy only to find herself being pulled down onto the floor. Someone was underneath her as she straddled an unknown male, impaled by a new cock. Then she felt another one pushing against her bum.

Her mouth was still full, and she cried out into it as her arse was violated. Then she found herself rocking and grunting from the thrusts. The cock exploded in her mouth, pulled out and was replaced by another.

It did not matter trying to adjust to the darkness with her eyes. It was pitch black, impossible to see anything or identify anyone. All she knew was that she was being gloriously fucked. Dorothy willingly gave in to it, grunting and moaning like a bitch in heat while wondering if her friend Peggy was getting a similar shafting.

The cock in her pussy went off, causing the bloke underneath her to slither out. Someone else took up residence beneath her and she felt another cock thrust up into her pussy as the one in her bum began to discharge its warm, creamy load. That’s when she experienced her first orgasm, causing her to scream with joy into the cock in her mouth… which promptly went off, giving her another helping of cum.

The explosions lessened; the raid seemed to be dying off. Then the sirens went off again as a new wave of aircraft roared overhead. A new series of explosions went off all around them, shaking the building they were in.

Dorothy cried out in fear. Then she eagerly rode the cock in her pussy and bum as she gobbled down the one in her mouth. Hands kept pawing her naked flesh, groping her breasts as her hands kept stroking cocks until they went off and were replaced.

There were more explosions and more cocks. Dorothy screamed again in orgasm, fearful they were all going to meet their end down here. Then she felt cream in her bum from an erupting dick as yet another cock went off in her pussy.

They pulled out of her holes as the cock went off in her mouth. When it pulled out she was dimly aware all of her holes were leaking copious amounts of man-cream. Then a nearby explosion shook the building they were in.

“MORE!” she cried out as screams and cries of terror echoed all around her. More cocks appeared in her hands and in her mouth. Somehow she took two from behind, one in her pussy and one in her bum. Another cock forced its way into her mouth, causing her to suck frantically.

After that things became a little blurry. There were more explosions as more time went by. But there was a continuous parade of cocks in her hands, mouth, cunt and arse. As her body was covered with spunk, the orgasms started to come thick and fast.

It must have been two hours before the skies were empty and the All Clear sirens went off. Dorothy took one finally load of cum in her mouth and pussy before the bodies started to make their way out of the underground toilet. She felt around on the floor on her hands and knees until she found a discarded garment. She hoped it was hers.

“Peggy?” she panted wearily as she tried to figure out how to get back into it in the dark. “Peggy, are you there?”

“Over here, Dottie!” Her friend sounded weak and woozy.

“Come to my voice.”

“I can’t see anything in here!”

“Follow my voice… just follow my voice.”

“Got you!” Peggy finally gasped as she wrapped her up in her arms.

“You ok, love?”

“I’ve never taken so many cocks before in my entire life… well, not at one time anyway.”

“Me either. Let’s get out of here.”

They fumbled their way to the door and managed to get outside. The light of multiple fires gave them enough illumination to finally get back into their ripped dresses. All around them lay the signs of a devastated city from a recent bombing run. There was no sign of the packages they’d dropped.

Rubble was everywhere; this area appeared to have been hardest hit. As they got closer to home they saw the entire block was one gigantic mass of flames. Their building was totally engulfed.

“Direct hit!” Dorothy breathed in shock. “We’re lucky to be alive.”

“I guess it’s good we tried to go out and make those purchases,” Peggy agreed.

They finally found shelter and were taken in. They were given what little food and clothing was available. Nine months later Dorothy gave birth to a healthy eight pound baby boy.

She had no idea who the father was. She suspected she might figure out what he sort of looked like as the boy got older. She named him Robert, but Peggy referred to him as Blackout Bobby after their fateful night in the toilets getting the banging of their lives…

© 2016 (written for Dorothy Oct 5 ’16 by riwa)

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Mr. Jenkins the teacher 3.7 (3)

I got a call from a Mr. Jenkins, telling me he was my daughter’s new school teacher. He told me he had to see me after school. He asked if I could arrive tomorrow at the school at five PM after classes were over.

I told him I could be there. Then I asked him what this was all about. Was my daughter in some sort of trouble?

“You could say that, Mrs. Brown,” he replied. “Meet me at school, go down the hall past my classroom to my private study. I’ll explain things then.”

I gulped as I hung up the phone. What had she done now; what kind of trouble had she gotten herself into? I couldn’t imagine.

The next afternoon when they got home I made sure the kids were taken care of, knowing James would be home in about twenty minutes. Then I drove to the school. I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what kind of problems my daughter might be having as she hadn’t uttered a word to me.

I got to the building, went inside and found my way to his study. He was her new teacher and I was instantly drawn to his handsome physique. So I tried to push aside my feelings as I got serious.

“So what’s this all about, Mr. Jenkins?”

“It seems your daughter is not doing her homework. She’s coming to class unprepared, Mrs. Brown. I hold you personally responsible for this failure.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I knew she was being a little lazy with her homework. But I was unaware it had gotten this bad.”

“Weren’t you, Mrs. Brown? You knew she’d been missing some homework assignments and yet you did nothing?”

“I’ll speak to her about it straight away.”

“And what’s this about keeping her out of school?”

“Well… I wanted to make sure she spent some quality time with her grandparents. And her great aunt made a surprise visit the other day and I wanted to allow her to spend some quality time with her.”

“So you allowed her to miss time from school?”

“Yes, I did, Mr. Jenkins. I saw no harm in it.”

“Of course you didn’t. Hold out your hands, Mrs. Brown.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said hold out your hands palms up.”

I had no idea why he told me to do that. But I did as he asked. Then next thing I know he smacked each one with a cane!

I yelped as I jerked them away. “Get them back up, Mrs. Brown. I’ve only given you one on each hand. You deserve two more.”

“But Mr. Jenkins?!”

“I said NOW!”

I jumped at the authoritative tone in his voice. Then I meekly held my hands out. Two more in each palm and my hands were burning. All I could do was hold them up, not wanting to use them to grip anything.

“Now strip out of your dress and undies and bend over the desk.”

“Mr. Jenkins??!!”

“I said NOW, you stroppy tart!”

I bent over the desk, carefully pulling my black satin knickers off my bum. To my embarrassment he grabbed them and pulled them all the way down. “Lift up your left leg, Mrs. Brown!” I meekly did as he asked, flush with embarrassment as he pulled then down.

“And now the other.”

“Mrs. Jenkins, is this standard…?”

“Mrs. Brown, am I going to have to tell you twice?”

“No sir.”

My knickers come off and were left on the floor as my bum was shamefully exposed. “Now spread your legs, Mrs. Brown.” I did as I was told, embarrassed beyond belief until my legs were spread and I was bent over his desk.

Bloody hell; was he going to shag me?? This was the position my husband used from time to time to fuck me when the kids were out of the house. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me but I couldn’t seem to stop it.

All went quiet until I was left standing there trembling like crazy. Just what the hell was he going to do to me?? A moment later I heard a swish.

A split second later it was as if my bum had been stung by a hundred bees. I yelped as I stood upright. “Over the desk, Mrs. Brown!” he commanded and I stared at him in shock.

I was trembling as I slowly bent over the desk, my bum stinging. The next one came in contact with my bum and I was hit by that hundred odd bee stings again. I yelped as I inhaled sharply.

“Count them aloud, Mrs. Brown! That was two!”

There was another swish and my bum stung all over again. “THREE!” I cried out, wincing at the pain. Then…

Swish…

“FOUR!” It hurt like bloody hell.

Swish…

“FIVE!”

Swish…

“SIX!”

“You’re half way there, Mrs. Brown. Maybe next time you will make sure your daughter does her homework and does not miss class.”

Swish…

“SEVEN!” The tears streamed down my cheeks.

Swish…

“EIGHT!”

Swish…

“NINE!” and I started blubbering like a baby.

Swish…

“TEN!” It came out as a scream.

Swish…

“ELEVEN!” By then I was almost hysterical.

Swish…

“TWELVE!” And with that I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

He said not a word as he put the switch of nettles away. Somehow I managed to get back into my dress. My bum stung so bad I couldn’t even put my undies back on. They went shamefully into my handbag.

He did not speak as I tried to compose myself. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. It was horrible… and yet I now found myself irresistibly drawn to him. I couldn’t even begin to imagine facing him at the next parent-teacher meeting.

I was almost out the door when I heard, “Mrs. Brown?” I froze, not daring to turn and look at him.

“My study, five PM tomorrow.” That’s when my legs turned to jelly. I knew I would never be able to resist anything he wanted to do to me.

 

Part II

A couple weeks later my daughter brought a note home from school. It was parent-teacher night and I was to report to Mr. Jenkins promptly at 7:30. The note said only my presence was requested.

As the hour approached I kissed James goodbye, told my daughter I was going to see her teacher and then left the house. I took my purse with me, wondering what he had to tell me. I thought her grades had improved and I’d heard no reports of any misbehaving.

When I arrived, there were only three other vehicles in the parking lot. I thought that odd since it was parent teacher night. I assumed the other parents had been called in the same way I had.

I had just entered the building when I encountered Mrs. Smythington scampering my way. She was clutching her purse and sobbing uncontrollably. “Is something wrong, Ann?” I asked as she approached, feeling sorry over what had brought her to such distress.

“It’s just my son, Mrs. Brown,” she sobbed. Then she rushed on by and out the door. I watched her go, finding her behavior a bit odd. I hoped her son was ok and the situation could be straightened out.

I walked down the hall to Mr. Jenkins study as memories of my last visit came to mind. There were a couple chairs outside his door, one of which was already filled by the prim and proper Mrs. Edelson. “Good evening, Elizabeth,” I nodded politely.

“Evening, Mrs. Brown.” Then she winced as though she had just been hit. At the same time I thought I heard a sound coming from the other side of the door.

The sound was repeated and she winced again. I vaguely thought I heard “Five…” Then I heard it again, a distinct smack followed by a female crying out “Six…” But Mrs. Edelson had jumped again at the sound.

Smack… “Seven…” and Mrs. Edelman jumped….

Smack… “EIGHT…” and she jumped again. Were her eyes beginning to water?

Smack… “NINE!” The voice inside was sobbing as Mrs. Edelman jumped yet again.

Smack… “TEN!” A female inside was now bawling like a baby.

I looked at Mrs. Edelson in alarm. Then I pointed at the door and mouthed, “What’s going on in there?” She shook her head, but I plainly saw her cheeks were wet with tears.

There was no sound from beyond the door. I heard some sort of rustling. Then I recognized the voice of my daughter’s teacher… “You can go now, Mrs. Ailes. Please send the next one in.”

I looked at Mrs. Edelson who stood up. A moment later the door opened. Mrs. Ailes hair was a mess and she was sobbing as she declared, “You can go in now, Mrs. Edelson. Good evening, Mrs. Brown.” Then she went rushing down the hallway, sobbing loudly as she clutched her purse in her hands.

Mrs. Edelson look at me as though she was going to face the firing squad. Then she turned the knob, opened the door and numbly went inside. I sat down in her chair, wondering what was going to happen. Since I had nothing better to do I listened in on the conversation that was loud enough to be overheard…

“I’ve called you in before, have I not, Mrs. Edelson?”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”

“I’m afraid your son is still being disruptive in class. You understand what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”

“Please assume the position.”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.” I found myself wondering what position she was supposed to assume. Then I remembered my last visit and I decided I did not want to know.

For a moment there was silence. Then I heard Mr. Jenkins voice telling her, “Call them out, Mrs. Edelson.” There was a distinct smack followed by… “One…”

I winced at the sound, wondering what I’d just heard…

Smack… “Two…” I winced again…

Smack… “Three…” My breath caught in my throat as I remembered what had happened last time I was in his room…

Smack… “Four…” I winced again as I heard Mrs. Edelson’s voice cracking…

Smack… “Five…” That one sounded like it really hurt!

Smack… “Six…” Her voice sounded like she was breaking down…

Smack… “Seven!” I jumped again; that too sounded as though it really hurt. Now my own eyes were getting wet as my knickers began to moisten…

Smack… “EIGHT!” Inside she sounded almost to the point of hysterics…

Smack… “NINE!” and by now she was sobbing…

Smack… “TEN!” I heard Mrs. Edelson wailing inside the room.

“That will be all, Mrs. Edelson. I trust your son’s behavior in class will improve?”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.” She was sobbing openly now.

“Very well. You may go. Please send the next one in.”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”

I waited until the sobbing approached the door. Then it opened and she came out. The prim and proper Mrs. Edelson looked all disheveled as she clutched her purse while sobbing openly. “Mr. Jenkins will see you know, Dorothy,” she said as she bawled like a baby. Then she ran wailing down the hallway.

I gulped nervously as I picked up my purse. Then I walked inside. To my horror I saw a caning horse standing prominently in the center of the room as Mr. Jenkins sat at his desk.

“Ah, Mrs. Brown,” he said as he looked up. “Still having problems with your daughter’s homework I see.”

“What problems? There are no problems.”

“She has not been turning it in on time. We’ve been over this before, Mrs. Brown.” Then he motioned over at the horse… “Assume the position, please.”

I gulped nervously as I started to tremble. My knickers were wet; I was embarrassed as hell. I slowly placed my purse down on a nearby table and then bent over the device.

He cuffed my wrists to the front and then flipped up my skirt, revealing my moist knickers. He pulled them down my legs, ordering me to lift my feet one at a time so I could step out of them. That’s when I really began to tremble.

“No, Mr. Jenkins!” I pleaded. “Please. I’ll shag you if you desire. Please don’t cane me!”

“Mrs. Brown; you know better than that!” he replied sternly. “That’ll be fifteen for you. Now count them out!”

“No – WAIT…”  Smack… and I flinched.

“I’m waiting.”

“One…”

Smack… “Two…” and I jerked from the pain…

Smack… “Three…” Bloody hell, that one hurt!

Smack… “Four…” I wasn’t going to have to face eleven more, was I??

Smack… “Five…” I flinched and nearly cried out, painfully aware there might be someone outside the door listening to me have my turn…

Smack… “Six!” That one hurt too!

Smack… “Seven!” Now the tears were welling up in my eyes. Bloody hell; had he caned every parent that had walked in here??

Smack… “Eight!” I jerked and yipped as the tears started trickling down my cheeks. I was trying desperately not to cry.

Smack… “NINE!” Bloody hell; I think he enjoyed that one…

Smack… “TEN!” and I started sobbing, knowing I still had five more to go…

Smack… “ELEVEN!” Now I was openly crying…

Smack… “TWELVE!” and I flinched as I cried out, my sobs growing louder…

Smack… “THIRTEEN!” My bum stung like hell; I wasn’t going to be able to sit for a week…

Smack… “FOURTEEN!” Now I was sobbing hysterically, shamefully aware I was crying loud enough to be heard outside his door…

Smack… “FIFTEEN!” and I wailed mournfully.

He released me from the cuffs and I straightened up. He bent over, daintily picked up my knickers and handed them to me. I shamefully tucked them into my purse.

“That will be all, Mrs. Brown. I trust your daughter’s homework will be finished on time. You may send the next one in.”

“Yes, Mr. J-Jenkins.” Then I rushed for the door, bawling like a baby.

Mrs. Stevens was sitting in the chair when I emerged from his office. “He’ll see you now, Laura!” I sobbed.  Her lead lowered as though anticipating what she was going to receive. Then I scampered on down the hallway, bawling my head off while feeling more infatuated with Mr. Jenkins than ever before…

© 2016 (written for and inspired by Dorothy Sep 19 ’16 by Riwa)

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Carolyn is back 4 (3)

Carolyn is back

by Carolyn and Riwa

Carolyn looked around her apartment.  In one corner there was a stack of cardboard boxes, each folded neatly and stacked in a pile.

“Finally, it’s unpacked” she murmured to herself.

Carolyn looked around her apartment.  It looked very nice, by far superior to the dump she had been living in when she first met Richard almost 4 years ago, three apartments in all that time, lots of moving and unpacking.  Still, the business that she had entered into with him made it necessary to move around as much as she had.

Still, she thought, each apartment had been nicer than the last.  As her earnings grew, so did her income and savings.

Sweaty, she ran her fingers through her hair and looked around.  Everything was in place but she felt the need to shower up.  She went through the spacious apartment and into the bathroom, but then she changed her mind.  Stripping out of her clothes she went into her new closet and picked out of her one-piece swimsuits.  Dressing, she grabbed a towel and went down to the upscale condos swimming pool.  She was alone as most of the other residents were at work and she preferred it that way.

Tossing her towel on a chair she walked to the deep end of the pool and climbed up the three foot diving board.  At a glance, nobody would have recognized her if they were from her past.  For one thing, she had cut her black hair short.  Long hair, even when it was pinned up, was just too much trouble when she was working.  Also, it was no secret that she had grown strong and her body was very muscular.

Diving into the deep end she went forward on the surface, pulling hard with each stroke.  She had also become an excellent swimmer in that time and each of her stokes were powerful ones that betrayed her strength.  It had been a skill that she had spent a lot of time in the gym and the pool working very hard on.

Back and forth she swam, doing her usual 25 laps before finishing.  Then she went back to her condo on the top floor, still unnoticed, and stripped quickly, letting the warm water caress over her.

Some things had changed in that time, some things had not.  Her money and her address (and its quality) were the obvious ones.  Old friends like Jennifer were long gone and removed from her life.  She still worked with her boss, Richard, and the people that he found.  Her original partner, Eva, was long out of the picture.  She had never liked or trusted that bitch and would have liked it if she had added to her demise, but she hadn’t.  Eva was killed in a car accident, T-boned by some old bag who couldn’t even see over the steering wheel.

She had tried to work with two other girls over the years but each had ended in disaster.  One girl just bailed and the other had turned out to be so bad at the job that their “guest” had almost drowned the newbie in the process.  She had been working alone for some time now even though she had been bugging Richard for some time to get her some help.  She could handle things herself, but it was easier with help.

Clean, and with the chlorine out of her hair, she dried herself off and brushed her hair.  Rather than get dressed, she went to the bedroom and lied down, stretching in all directions on her new bed in her new, huge, condo.

As she lay there on her bed she allowed her mind to wander. She considered where she was and how she’d gotten there. The ironic thing was that it had all started because she’d gotten dumped… and then fell off a boat into the water.

Now she had money, more money than she ever thought she would have at this point in her life. She also had a lot of dead bodies in her wake. How had she gotten here?

Was this in her personality the whole time, just waiting for the right catalyst to emerge? Was this what she’d been born for? It made her wonder.

She liked being in charge of her own destiny. And this situation clearly gave her more power over her life than working some nine to five job hoping not to be downsized or replaced by some bitch the boss thought had better legs and breasts than she had. And it seemed there was an endless supply of victims to choose from.

Perhaps it was best not to think about it. She had a job to do and she had to be focused on it. Afterwards she could come back here and enjoy her new lifestyle… that is until she had to move again.

That was another annoying little side effect of the type of work she was engaged in: having to move so frequently. Naturally it was not wise staying in any one area for too long. She couldn’t risk putting down roots, not with the type of work she engaged in. So she had to be prepared to pack up and move again.

Another issue she had was being at Richard’s beck and call. When he needed her it was usually because his most recent conquest was ready to be “dealt with”. That meant he sometimes called her at an inconvenient time. But it was a small price to pay, all things considered.

Right now she was starting to get a little bored… and more than a little eager to ply her craft again. She had to admit to a certain thrill taking a life below the water. The way the victim spasmed and those erotic drowning bubbles never ceased to give her a thrill.

So when was he going to call again? Who would he have for her to take care of? And what about getting her another helper? Having two in the water taking care of one of his ladies was far preferable to a one-on-one encounter. Sure she had confidence in her abilities. But you never knew when someone was going to catch you by surprise.

There was one other problem with the life she had chosen (or had it been chosen for her, she wondered).  Since she couldn’t put down roots, that also meant that she couldn’t start anything with the opposite sex.  Carolyn was in her 20’s, attractive, with a knockout body, but still hadn’t had a real relationship with a man in years.  She missed that…missed it a lot.  Still, as she lay naked on the bed, she realized that the situation wasn’t going to get any better in the next half hour so she put her right hand under her head, closed her eyes, and put her left hand between her legs to deal with some urges that needed to be satisfied.

While Carolyn was taking care of her business, Richard was on his new boat at the marina ten miles away from her deluxe condo.  While both he and Carolyn had to keep changing address, he also had the extra task of changing boats.  He’d sell the old one for cash, and buy a new one-also for cash. He sat in his chair below decks, sipping on a scotch, and watching the closing stock prices stream by on CNBC with the sound muted.

He was thinking about Carolyn, and how things had also been going over the last several years.  Experience had told him that his assistants didn’t last long, or didn’t have what it took. Once she was working alone with Eva, he had planned to make Carolyn into Eva’s protégé.  That arrangement hadn’t lasted long.  Although, as he reflected, she hadn’t been able to look at her first opponent, it didn’t take long for Carolyn to adapt and soon the student had surpassed her master.

Although Carolyn didn’t know it, Eva had gone to him numerous times to complain about her – mostly out of jealousy – and he had never liked the way the two of them interacted.  They were able to work professionally, but it was obvious that a friendship was never going to develop.  As Carolyn got better and better he had debated, mostly when he had to listen to Eva complain, about getting rid of the original teacher.  Luckily, the Eva situation solved itself without his having to do anything.

As for getting rid of Carolyn, he’d have to be out of his mind to do that.

Although nobody knew it, one of Richard’s favorite shows was Animal Planet.  He had one taped that he saved and liked to watch when nobody was around.  It was about the snakes of India and Asia, specifically the Anaconda.  That’s what he thought of when he looked at Carolyn.  Most snakes, almost 90%, die within the first few months of their lives.  They’re too weak and inexperienced to survive but the ones that do are animals that you don’t want to screw around with for any reason.

That was what Carolyn was to him, his full grown Anaconda.  She had adapted well to her environment, making herself stronger and getting more experienced with each episode.  She also had a natural instinct for the work.  Once a real Anaconda got itself wrapped around its prey it was pretty much over and that was the way Carolyn was.  She had changed over time, her breasts getting smaller as she became more muscular and honed her natural instinct.  Once she had a hold on someone it was all but finished.

And she was smart.  Smart enough to change her hair and eliminate a point of weakness, and smart enough to stay within the confines of her job in the operation.  Richard had a whole network in place that Carolyn didn’t know about.  It was how he found his targets.  She knew he had something in place, of course; she wasn’t stupid, but had the good sense not to interfere.

She was also smart enough to ask for a larger and larger share each time, especially when Richard didn’t get her any new help.  This was, in part, a business decision.  He didn’t want to lose her-she was too good and too hard to replace.  Also, giving her a helper that she didn’t need would only cost them more and widen the circle of people who knew about them and increase the odds of getting caught.  Looking back, she had also been smart enough to stake out his operation when she was new and keep herself out of harm’s way.

It was important to keep her happy and maybe it was time to get her someone to train.  As good as she was, there could also be a random accident waiting for her just like there had been one for Sonya.  He’d start working on getting her some help after their next job, the first in their new home, was done.

The phone rang and brought him out of his thoughts.  One of the girls that he’d been approaching, one of many that he dated and wooed with his money, had checked out.  Richard gave the girl a call.  Although she had money to make the job worthwhile, she was very unattractive and easily reeled in.  They arranged to meet on his boat tomorrow.  Then he called Carolyn, one burner phone to another, and told her all the details that she needed to know; when to arrive and everything that he had on Jennifer, his girlfriend de jour.

Back at the condo, Carolyn listened to everything Richard said and prepared for tomorrow in her mind.  In the real world she dressed for the day, had lunch, and then checked her off-shore bank account.  As usual, half of her fee was already wired in.  The other half would come after the job was done.

As she spent the rest of the day with what had become the mundane matter of daily life, Carolyn found herself thinking about the new assignment. This was their first in their new location. She was actually looking forward to it.

Richard had given her the usual skimpy details. Sometimes she wanted to know more. But he never told her more than what seemed to be necessary.

She supposed it was a necessary precaution. But sometimes it irked her not to be trusted with more information. After all, hadn’t she proved herself? Still, she supposed she couldn’t blame him.

That evening she spent some time at a local bar. She wasn’t really cruising; she just wanted to go out for a drink and check out the type of males who accumulated there. She got a couple of looks from a couple of guys. But inwardly she found herself comparing them to the amount of power Richard wielded and ended up dismissing them out of hand.

As she sat there nursing her drink she contemplated the job waiting for her the next morning. How good would this girl be in the water? Would she be any kind of challenge? Despite the risks Carolyn sometimes wanted more of an effort from the girls she drowned.

She remembered one assignment where the woman had panicked right away and had started swallowing water in a matter of seconds. It had been over before it had barely begun. She supposed she should be grateful for those. But sometimes it seemed these girls were just too easy to drown.

The bartender came up to her, telling her some guy had bought her a drink. She looked in the direction he was pointing and saw an attractive man smiling at her. But her first thought was avoiding entanglements and she politely declined. The gentleman seemed crestfallen.

Carolyn went back to her drink. Damn, it could get lonely sometimes. But each time a man showed the least little interest in her she’d been forced to give him the brush-off. She simply couldn’t risk any unnecessary entanglements. Sometimes it made her resentful. But mostly it meant she had to deal with her sexual needs by herself.

She finished her drink and paid the check. Then she walked out, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the man who’d offered her the drink. Yeah, he was cute. Damn, it would have been nice to have a fuck-buddy for the evening. But she had a job to do in the morning and she couldn’t allow herself to get distracted.

Carolyn arrived home but didn’t feel tired.  Still, she made a point of being fresh and ready on the day before a job.  She did her things in the bathroom then stripped down and crawled between the sheets.  Sleep didn’t come easily though and an hour later she was still wide awake.  Carolyn exhaled deeply and got out of bed and went to the computer in her condo’s living room.

Powering it on, she logged onto her two bank accounts.  The first showed what she should have to anyone who might want to look.  It was just a small balance that she made as a clerk at a dummy company that Richard had set up.  Logging out, she logged back in but this time she did it into her special account. Not even Richard could find it.  The balance there was very large, much larger than any amount of money that she thought that she’d have several years ago.  She sat back in her chair and thought about her work.  People in the army take care of things like this, she rationalized, and got paid a hell of a lot for it.

Turning the machine off, she went back to the bed and somehow sleep came easily.  As soon as she knew it there was light coming through the blinds.  Showering and dressing, she slung her pocketbook over her shoulder and headed to the boat.  Going early like this was just procedure.  Only Richard would be there….no targets were ever handled during the light of day.

On the boat, Richard waited for Carolyn to arrive.  She was always punctual and, as he waited, he looked over the paperwork again.  His new target was a nice trust fund baby and getting money from her account without her knowing had been easy enough.

Jennifer had enjoyed his attention and after a few drinks, drugged of course, she had been woozy enough to give him what he wanted.  He took a lot of her money, but not all of it.  A trust fund girl like herself usually wasn’t expected to be careful with how she spent her money but if it was all gone things would look too suspicious.  Then he’d wired Carolyn the first half of her share and taken a much larger chunk out for himself.  He was tempted to take a lot more from Jennifer but resisted the urge.

As usual, his girl awoke the next morning, rumpled but totally dressed.  Richard just told her that she’d passed out after drinking too much and that he’d made her spend the night rather than risk driving.  Jennifer, like all the others, seemed satisfied once they realized that nothing had been done to her and then she left.  She was none the wiser and looked forward to meeting him again tonight, vowing to stay sober.

From the corner of his eye Richard saw a BMW pull up and then Carolyn exited it and walked over. “You’re looking good, as always.” Richard said with a smile.

“As are you.”

Richard led her below deck and closed the door. He opened a small folder and pushed it over to Carolyn as they both sat down at a table. “Meet my new friend, Jennifer.”

Carolyn looked at the glossy photos.  There were several, each taken from a different angle.  Jennifer had dark black hair, the same color as her own.  She was also about 3 inches taller than herself but heavyset and overweight, not muscular at all.

“This shouldn’t be that hard.  Any clue on how she is in the water?”

Richard shook his head.  “I wasn’t able to get that from her.  She’s reluctant to talk about physical activities which tells me that she doesn’t really do any.  As you can see exercise isn’t her thing.”

“When should I be here?” Carolyn asked.  She was already picturing how to handle this evening’s job.

“She’ll be here at 8, just after dusk.”

Carolyn drove home, feeling somewhat disappointed. Another girl to drown who didn’t appear like she would be much of a challenge. She supposed that was probably a good thing. But sometimes she wished he would come up with a bit more of a challenge.

As she drove the streets she thought of what would be necessary to drown this woman. It probably wouldn’t take much. At least she would get to watch her convulsions and see those drowning bubbles. That, at least, was something.

She happened to drive past the bar on her way home. It made her think of that guy inside who’d tried to buy her a drink. That’s when she thought about him in her condo.

How good would he be in bed? Would it be worth it to go check the bar out after drowning the bitch? She would be flush from her kill, heady with sexual arousal. A good fuck would certainly feel good and would top off the night’s excitement.

She considered the matter and then thought it might be best to drop the whole thing. That was all she needed: some fuck-buddy finding out about their operation and threatening to expose them all. That was one complication in her life she didn’t need right now.

Richard hadn’t mentioned anything about hiring an additional girl to help out. Did he expect her to be able to handle it all? After all, she used the scuba gear so often it was easy pulling them down and then hanging on to their ankles until the breath exploded out of their lungs. It wasn’t all that complicated. Still, having another girl to assist them might not be a bad idea.

She got home and checked her messages. Richard hadn’t sent her any last minute instructions. There was nothing else to do now but wait and kill time until it was time to head out to the boat to send another poor girl to the bottom while they got rich off her assets.

Carolyn watched a repeat of the Big Bang Theory and had a light dinner with it. She always liked to have a little something to eat before it was time to go to work, but only a little bit.  The last thing she needed was to feel gorged on food.  Then, when the time seemed right, she hopped back into her BMW and drove out to the marina.  She didn’t park anywhere near it though.  For one thing she didn’t like to take the chance of some stray camera from Big Brother catching her license plate.  Just as important to her was using the walk to loosen up her muscles a bit.

Carolyn made it in plenty of time and hopped onto the boat.  Richard was waiting, nicely dressed as always.  If you’re going to lure a girl onto your boat and impress them then it was best to look the part.  Carolyn nodded and then, in silence, left him alone and went below decks.  Once down there she changed out of her street clothes and put on the same outfit that she’d used every time before…the black one piece.  The single suit made it hard for her victim to rip anything off and cause a distraction.  Black, of course, made her more difficult to spot.

She heard something and felt the boat sway as Jennifer came on board.  There were two cameras on board and hooked into different monitors in that room.  One was an underwater camera and, though on, didn’t show anything.  The other was a small nanny-cam that was mounted just above the doorway.

Carolyn looked at Jennifer in the flesh for the first time.  She was big all right, taller but not strong at all.  The extra weight hung down off of her arms and Carolyn noticed cankles on her ankles.  Oh well, she thought.  She’d dealt with girls who were in much better shape than this poor girl.  Despite her being well dressed in expensive clothes, she wasn’t much to look at.

Dressed for work, Carolyn went to the monitors and watched.  There was no sound but he could hear the muffled words through the door and she knew that he was leading her through the usual chit-chat while he prepared to get the boat going.  It powered up and, as they moved far away from shore, Carolyn squatted and stretched, getting ready.  After about fifteen minutes the engine died and then she could hear their conversation again.

Carolyn started for the scuba gear but then changed her mind.  It might, considering how big this girl was, cause a problem.  Carolyn didn’t know about the Jennifer’s abilities, but it surely wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle.

She kept her ear to the door and felt the boat tip as both of them went to the bow and looked back at the horizon.  On cue, Carolyn slipped out of the cabin and looked around cautiously.  Seeing that they were both looking away she went to the stern and silently lowered herself into the water.  Keeping her head above and taking deep, but quiet, breathes she kept out of sight and waited.

She waited patiently, listening for her cue. She heard them talking up near the bow, discussing the evening and their time together and how romantic it all was. It sounded like he was laying it on pretty thick and she rolled her eyes.

She heard them discussing their future together and how much they supposedly enjoyed each other’s company. Was this girl dense or did she really believe all that claptrap? She was impressed with the way Richard could lay down the charm with these gullible bitches. But she was starting to get impatient as the water was a little cool.

The voices drew closer as she heard footsteps up on deck. They were coming toward the stern, just as she’d anticipated. Richard always worked them back this way before it was time for him to introduce them to his lethal mermaid in the water.

The footsteps stopped; they must have paused. There were more romantic words. It reminded her of all the things she was missing with a full-time boyfriend. But there was nothing she could do about that, not with the current life she was living.

The voices sounded louder, they were near the stern of the craft. Carolyn inhaled quietly and prepared herself. She was already calculating the best way to drown this girl. She had no idea of her abilities, but she suspected it should not be all that difficult.

She heard them pause again, causing her to try to peak up. They were there at the stern looking out over the water. Then she heard a startled cry followed by a splash exceedingly close to her. He’d shoved her overboard into the drink and now it was show-time.

Carolyn paused and watched the water for a moment.  Normally she attacked right away but usually Richard had done his scouting and was able to give her some information.  Since Jennifer had not been forthcoming about her swimming ability she held off for a moment.

She watched the surface and saw bubbles coming up and heard a cry from under the water and then she saw Jennifer rise up to the surface.  Her short black hair was plastered to her forehead and she was able to keep her head above water. But it was obvious to Carolyn that it was taking a great deal of effort on her part.

Richard watched from the deck and waited for Carolyn to strike.  Usually his Anaconda struck immediately but this time she didn’t.  She kept one hand against the hull, sizing Jennifer up.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jennifer called from the water.  Her head went under for a moment but she was able to resurface quickly.  He had hoped that Jennifer would have been wearing something heavy like jeans and sneakers, but she hadn’t.  She was in a light dress and expensive shoes that had no doubt already been kicked off and were falling down to the bottom of the lake.

“Help me, Richard…please!”   He just stood there, watching.  Jennifer could obviously tread water well enough to keep her head above water although he had no doubt that, left to her own devices, she’d tire eventually. But who knew if someone would come by in the interim.

Richard kept his eyes on Jennifer, who was still struggling, when from behind an arm broke the surface.  It quickly wrapped itself around Jennifer’s neck and her head disappeared under the water’s surface.

Under the water, Carolyn eased up on Jennifer’s neck and brought her hands up under her arms, trying to lock her fingers together behind Jennifer’s neck, and immobilize her arms, but she wasn’t able to.  There was just too much space to cover and her arms weren’t long enough.  Easing up a bit, she tried to wrap her legs around the woman’s middle but again, there was too much space to cover.   She paused for a moment, recalculating, although her instincts were kicking in.

Jennifer’s instincts were kicking in too, her ones for survival.  Someone had come from behind and taken her by surprise and she realized that she had been set up by this man and his accomplice.  Whoever was behind her kept trying to wrap her up but couldn’t do it.

Richard was surprised.  He saw the bubbles come up and the water sloshing around and wondered why Carolyn was taking so long.

Under the surface, with only an instant of thought, Carolyn recalculated and let Jennifer go.  She watched her fight her way hard, going up the few feet that was between her and the air.

Richard watched in total surprise as Jennifer broke the surface alone.  He wondered where Carolyn was but she was there, behind her, in the next moment.

Jennifer was panting, trying to catch her breath, but her body was not accustomed to exercise.  Carolyn came at her from behind and, as before, brought her arm around her neck and squeezed tightly against it.  Under the water she wrapped both of her legs around one of Jennifer’s.  Richard didn’t see it and wondered what she was doing but Carolyn knew the plan and knew that it would work.

Cutting off the blood to any part of the body deadens it. Anyone who’s fallen asleep on their wrist knew that, and Carolyn was going to do that to her prey.  Keeping her hold around her neck she put as much pressure as she could on the upper half of Jennifer’s leg.

With all the adrenal energy that she could muster Jennifer was able to barely break the surface one last time. But her leg tired and gave out and the other one wasn’t even strong enough to hold her own body up, much less Carolyn’s as well.

Jennifer looked at Richard, eyes open in terror, and tried to call for him. But before she could do so Carolyn’s free hand came up and slapped itself over Jennifer’s face, covering her nose and mouth.  Both women sank and just before Carolyn was cut off from the air Richard heard a deep rasping gasp (one he had heard many times before) as Carolyn took a huge breath before she went under.  Then he went into the cabin to watch the TV and the final work of his Anaconda. He was quite sure that Jennifer would never surface again.

Carolyn held on as they began to submerge. She kept her hand over Jennifer’s mouth and nose the entire time. She figured would make the large woman want to inhale instinctively.

Jennifer’s hands came up to pull her hand away. Carolyn increased her grip, knowing what was coming. She knew Richard was watching from the camera he’d set up underwater to record the event. But she didn’t care if she gave him a good show or not. She was too busy trying to make sure this woman didn’t make it back to the surface again.

Her quarry struggled in her grasp, grunting bubbles through Carolyn’s hand covering her mouth. She shifted as she struggled, trying to throw off her attacker. But she simply wasn’t agile in the water.

Carolyn hung on as her added weight helped pull the woman down. Jennifer grunted more bubbles as her adversary continued to cover her mouth. Carolyn figured the hand over the woman’s face should increase her desire to pull it away and reflexively inhale. Just a few seconds more ought to do it.

Buoyancy was working against them; the woman was packing a little too much weight. They did not sink much further. In order to dispose of her body they would need some weight to keep her on the bottom.

A burst of adrenaline caused Jennifer to shake the hand off her mouth. She inhaled reflexively as though that had been what was depriving her of air. But she was still underwater. In this case her body’s natural response was the wrong one as she sucked water into her lungs.

Though she didn’t know it, getting her head free wouldn’t have made any difference.  Two seconds sooner and Carolyn would have moved it away herself.  Though she’d never admit it, she liked to see the bubbles come up from her prey.  More so, she liked to hear them cry for help, or mercy, underwater and Jennifer wasn’t capable of doing it with her mouth covered.

Carolyn took her now free hand and grasped her other wrist with it, securing her hold on Jennifer’s neck.  Her other leg tired quickly and gave out.  If she had been in better shape it would have kept Carolyn busier.

Richard watched and he saw Jennifer as she tried and tried to reach behind her, trying to get at her attacker.  She was too big and too slow.  As usual, once Carolyn had the girl in a good grasp it was all but over.

Her legs dead, Jennifer reached and pulled herself up, to no avail.  She slowed down while Carolyn still hadn’t felt the first pull of air from her own lungs.

Then it was there…that final cry for help or mercy.  Richard couldn’t hear it but Carolyn eased up, taking it in.  Neither Richard nor Jennifer could see her sly smile.

Just as her chest began to pull a tiny bit Jennifer went limp in her arms.  She was by far the largest woman Richard had found and the buoyancy was a little different.  She thought, for a moment, that she could feel the girls pulse against her arm but dismissed it.  As the pull for air began in her chest she kicked upward, straining, and taking Jennifer with her.

Richard was already on deck when Carolyn broke the surface.  Her head and neck were in the air but the rest of her body, the part holding Jennifer, wasn’t. Needless to say, no part of Jennifer had come up into the air.

Carolyn held her position exactly where it was while Richard looked at his Rolex.  After it had been long enough he nodded and Carolyn let go of Jennifer.  She started to sink, but then came back up and floated face down.

Richard lowered a ladder into the water and started making a call as Carolyn climbed back onto the boat.

Carolyn went for the towel Richard had brought up with him and left for her. She wiped her face and hair before turning to look at the water. Jennifer continued to float face down. She would need to be weighted down if she was going to disappear, either temporarily or forever.

While she dried herself Richard started up the engine. But he kept the boat where it was until their cleaner arrived on another boat.  All three of them said hi and then she and Richard drove back to the Marina.

“That was different,” Carolyn said.

“Well, I can’t control who comes from money and who doesn’t”.  Carolyn had no response to this.

They docked and Carolyn left, taking the towel with her.  She had gotten back into her clothes while Richard was driving.  They said their goodbyes and she walked to her BMW and started home.  She slowed at that club, thinking about it. But going in was out of the question.  She had no makeup on, her hair was a mess, and her whole body smelled like the lake.  Her clothes were half soaked…what a picture she must cut.

At home Carolyn undressed and showered.  Despite being fit, these evenings always took a bit out of her.  She slid under the sheets, naked, but didn’t sleep.  In the dark she looked over at her closet.  Richard wouldn’t call for a while and she decided then and there that tomorrow had a makeover, a high end one, in her future and she’d spend a night on the town tomorrow.

© 2016 (written Aug 18 ’16 by Carolyn and Riwa)

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The murder of Octavia 2.5 (4)

(For Hitomi)

I hear the screams and it tears at my heart. Tears fill my eyes in my helplessness. I can do nothing to stop them. What’s more, it is all my fault. Now all I can do is stand here looking off the balcony at my homeland, remembering how I have come to this place.

I’ve been banished to the island of Pandateria, divorced from my husband so he could marry that whore Poppaea. He sought others to claim I had committed adultery to justify the divorce. But none could be found to testify against me as I was innocent and favored by the people. So he divorced me anyway, claimed I was barren and banished me.

Once I arrived I made the foolish decision to protest my treatment. My former husband responded by having my maids tortured in my hearing. Two have now died; the screams of the last rends my heart in two.

I remember when I was betrothed to marry Nero, just a few short years ago. I was so young, so naïve. But my father had died after having my mother executed many years earlier for plotting against him. Then Nero had my brother poisoned. I knew he was the one responsible. I could never forget.

When I was in the palace I guarded my emotions well. It would do no good to show my unhappiness in front of him or his conspiring mother. So I held my peace.

I knew all about his affairs with that freedwoman Claudia Acte. And yet I held my tongue. The people admired me and I sought to be the best empress I could be with my limited wisdom.

I knew of the intrigue between him and his mother, despite the fact it was well known they committed incest with each other. And I knew Acte had been brought in to sway him against her. Agrippina tried to manipulate him but he learned to resent it. It was to cost her her life.

One day he invited her to dinner from her residence across the river. Afterwards he sent her back using one of his boats. But it had been rigged to go down in the middle of the river.

It sank beneath her. But she survived by swimming to shore. Nero was enraged. His plot had failed.

It was said she committed suicide soon after. But I know better. She was stabbed in the womb, the place that gave him birth. Afterwards he went to the body and cradled it like a lover. I said nothing.

It was becoming more and more dangerous to be in his presence. As he copulated with me he tried to strangle me to death several times. I was overcome a time or two, but I did not die.

I overheard those within his inner circle express their concerns over his treatment of me. But he hated me, claiming to have grown bored with me. He was seeing others, including that scheming Acte as well as that new whore Poppaea he was now copulating with.

I was unhappy, yet I kept my tongue. He continued to have me, frequently strangling me in the act of lovemaking. But with him it was not lovemaking; it was by force. He preferred his many other lovers over me, and he wanted to marry Poppaea.

I continued to say nothing, and the people continued to admire me. It made him angry with me. On the day he found out Poppaea was with his child he falsified a charge of adultery against me. When I was divorced he banished me to this island. He hates me, but she loathes me far more as her virtuous rival.

When I was brought here I soon learned the citizens of Rome sought my return. It brought some small joy to my heart. But that joy was taken away when I sent word of protest as to my treatment. That was when he sent guards to torture my maids. Two are now dead, and the screams of the last are fading away.

For the first time in many days I no longer hear cries of agony. The screams are gone, perhaps the last one is now at peace. But I must carry the guilt of my part in their deaths. I stand at the balcony and look out over the water toward my homeland beyond, wondering if I will ever set foot on that soil again.

The next day a courier brings word that Nero is considering marrying me again. He is afraid of the people. But I am more afraid of him and of that woman who carries his child.

Surely I cannot be long for this world. My maids are gone; there is no one here to bring me comfort. Is the end in sight? I am only twenty two; this life is difficult for one so young as I.

The answer comes that very afternoon. A messenger summons a centurion and has a word in private. Then the centurion comes for me. When he brings his sword I know my fate has been sealed.

“Mistress?” There is a look in his eyes. I think he does not want to do this.

“Can I make a request?”

“Name it, Mistress.”

“Before you do this thing… will you please make love to me? Just once I would like to experience the passion of a lover’s embrace.” I had seen his eyes on me several times before. I hoped it would not be too dishonorable of a request.

“He would have me executed, Mistress.”

“Tell no one. I will certainly not be able to speak of this. Take me in private and then do what you must.”

I saw the look in his eyes. He truly wanted me. For the first time in my life I felt desired. My nipples hardened and I grew moist down below.

I told the servants to see to it we were not disturbed. They knew what was to happen to me and nodded somberly. Then he led me back to a private room with a bed. It would look less suspicious than being in my quarters. And I did not want to endanger the servants or this centurion because of my selfish desires. My maids had already suffered enough for all.

I allowed him to remove my garment until I stood naked before him. Strangely I felt no shame. His eyes devoured me like no man’s ever had, certainly not my former husband.

He touched and caressed me until I felt hot with desire. He undressed and I saw he was hard with longing. Then he took me.

It was lovemaking I had never experienced before. Tears of joy came to my eyes as I gave myself fully to him. I cried out with rapture as he filled me. So this was how it felt to unite as lovers.

When we were done he took me and bound me naked right there in the room. “Mistress, I am instructed to send your head to Poppaea as a present.” I was not surprised to learn this awful truth.

“Then do it,” I instructed, bowing my head low. He had satisfied my wishes. But now I had become a whore and deserved a dishonorable execution.

“We are alone, Mistress,” he told me as he drew his dagger. Then he cut my veins as though I was committing a traditional Roman suicide. It was his last act of kindness to me.

“This is for the people of Rome, the people who love you. You have committed suicide rather than the dishonor of execution. This is what will be told.”

I looked up at him with gratitude in my eyes. Then I lowered my head, grateful for his last gift to me. The sword came down and I felt a sharp pain in my neck…

Epilogue:

Her death brought much sorrow to Rome. According to Suetonius, years later Nero would have nightmares about his mother and Octavia.

© 2016 (written for Hitomi Aug 30 ’16 by riwa)

(Note: I embellished the part of her and the centurion at the end. According to wikipedia she was suffocated in an exceedingly hot vapor bath. But her veins were sliced and her head was sent to Poppaea. The other items mentioned in this tale are all or mostly true as far as I have been able to research.)

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September 18, 2016 The toothache 0 (0)

I have a broken wisdom tooth I’d been using for years, mostly because I had a nearby molar pulled. But a couple days ago it really began to hurt. I went to the dentist Friday at closing time, only to discover the nerve had become exposed and was causing the tooth to hurt like crazy. The tooth either needed to be root canaled and crowned or removed. I chose the cheaper option.

Due to a sudden cancellation I was able to get in early Saturday morning. But as I talked to the dental assistant I learned she’d been reading my stuff at the library. She said my name sounded familiar, and when I asked her why she told me there was this guy who wrote underwater stories on the Internet with the same name. Imagine her surprise when I told her it was me. Small world. I had no idea someone at a local dentist office was reading my material.

Saturday morning I showed up bright and early. The tooth was successfully pulled, although it could have been more complicated than it turned out. Afterwards the dental assistant offered to drive me home. The office was within walking distance so it would have been no problem for me to come back to get my vehicle.

She said she had to stop by her home which I had no problem with. When we got there she told me she had an indoor hot tub and wondered if I might like to soak in it for a few minutes. If I felt better she could drive me back to the dentist office and I could pick up my vehicle.

I told her that would be ok but that I didn’t have a swim suit. She smiled as she told me that was no problem. So she led me to the room with the hot tub where I stripped out of my clothes and climbed naked into the warm water.

It felt good and relaxing with my back to the jets. I felt a little self-conscious receiving such special treatment. Then I heard the door open as she stuck her head inside and asked if she could join me and talk to me about some of my stories. I told her that would be fine.

This time I was the one who was surprised when she came in wearing a very skimpy yellow bikini. It showed serious cleavage to what looked like breasts that were 36C’s. I couldn’t help staring.

“You don’t mind if I wear this do you?” she asked with a smile.

“As long as you don’t mind if I’m naked and get a little, uh… hard in your hot tub.” She just laughed and waved aside my concerns.

She got into the water with me and asked if I thought some of those girls I wrote about could really hold their breath for a long time. I told her I didn’t know but that I’d heard stories about some who were pretty good at it. I told her there was one video clip I’d seen where it looked like a girl was staying down over three minutes.

She asked, “Is that the clip of the long breath-hold blowjob?”

“You know about that one?”

“It’s one of my favorites. In fact I sometimes practice in my hot tub. Care to time me?”

“Uh…sure, no problem.”

She turned the jets off so I could watch without all those bubbles obscuring my view. I thought she was just going to go underwater and hold her breath. But when she submerged she parted my legs and began caressing my cock. Then she took it into her mouth and started blowing me.

She went slow and sensuous as though trying to prolong my release. I couldn’t believe she was actually sucking my cock. She was very sensual about it and I was astonished as hell. I was also quite aroused by the whole thing.

I kept track of her time on my watch as she looked up at my face while taking me into her mouth. When she came up the first time I told her she’d been under 1:55. She smiled as she told me she could do much better than that. Then she took a deep breath and submerged.

She took me into her mouth again and gave me an incredible blowjob. She knew exactly what she was doing: vacuuming and suctioning, easing back, and then going at it again. It was incredible, the best underwater blowjob I have ever received.

I didn’t want to cum too fast but she seemed to know how to keep me in check. The next time she came up I told her it had been 2:43. “I can get past three minutes if I work at it,” she told me with a smile. Then she took a deep breath and went back down.

She looked me in the eyes as she sucked my cock underwater. Sexy bubbles came out of her nose as she bobbed up and down on my dick. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. In fact I’d totally forgotten I’d just had a tooth pulled!

I think she was humming because I felt a little vibration on my cock. It felt wonderful. And she had incredible lungs.

“May I?” I asked as she was sucking my dick. I reached behind her neck to pull the string to her top. She smiled and nodded at me with a mouthful of cock. So I pulled the string until her top drifted away.

I reached down and gently fondled her breasts as she bobbed up and down on my dick. She moaned as sexy bubbles came up. My cock twitched in her mouth; she really knew what she was doing.

She finally came up and gasped for breath. I checked the time and discovered she’d been under for 3:19. “That’s over three minutes,” I told her admiringly.

“You like it?”

“You’re great; this feels incredible.”

“Would it make a good short story?”

“If you don’t mind my writing about it.”

“No, I’d be flattered.”

“I just have one worry.”

“What’s that?”

“What if I have to cum?”

“I hope you do. Don’t worry; I swallow. In fact, why don’t you push down on my head and keep me down until you cum in my mouth?” And with that she smiled as she took a deep breath and submerged again.

I pushed down on her head with one hand, although I didn’t push down very hard. With the other I kept reaching down and groping her boobs. She moaned and released bubbles as though she was enjoying the attention I was giving her.

I pushed down on her head and she acted as though she liked it. The harder I pushed the louder she groaned and bubbled. I enjoyed groping her mounds as my cock started twitching in her mouth. This time I was probably going to cum.

She eased off as though she wanted to prolong my pleasure. I gasped and moaned; gawd, she was good. And she was on her way to another three minute breath-hold.

I pushed down on her head as she glugged on my cock. I could feel it start to swell in her mouth. But she backed off again.

I wasn’t sure why she kept doing that. Then I saw her breasts heave. Her lungs must have been burning. Maybe she wanted to push this one for the both of us.

I put my hands on her head and started thrusting into her mouth. She grunted and groaned as more bubbles came out. It looked like she was really struggling to hold her breath.

At one point she acted like she wanted up. I don’t know why, but for some reason I pushed down on her head and refused to let her rise up for a breath. A moment later my cock swelled in her mouth.

I cried out as I started spurting. She groaned as she took all of it, although I saw a few creamy wisps leak out around the seal her lips made around my cock. Then I took my hand away from her head and she came up gasping for breath.

“Gawd, that was hot!” she panted.

“I’m sorry for pushing down on your head.”

“No; I loved it! I’m glad you did. And I got my morning protein shake too.”

She grinned at me as she licked her lips. Then she gave me a kiss. Afterwards she asked, “Would this make a good little story for your blog?”

“It would if you want me to write it,” I told her. “It’s a better story than some of my fantasies.”

“How’s the pain from your missing tooth?”

“What pain?” She laughed as she offered to take me back to the dentist’s office.

 

Oh wait. Having a tooth pulled can be pretty boring stuff to read about. Maybe I should just make something up so you have something fun to read. Anyway, I should be feeling better in a couple of days. So don’t mind me.

And oh yeah… thanks for stopping by. I hope this blog entry was not as boring as some of my previous ones…

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Black Widow – The Therapist 3.4 (5)

“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not sure we should be doing this.”

“It’ll be fine, Rebecca.”

“But you’re my therapist.”

“I only want to understand. I thought this would be the best way. Is that so bad?”

“No. But I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“It’s… it’s complicated.”

“Help me understand, Rebecca.” There’s an awkward pause followed by… “You, uh… you do find me attractive, don’t you, Rebecca?”

She’s embarrassed and her head lowers… “Yes. Yes I do.”

“I find you attractive as well, Rebecca. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s all right. That’s why I requested this meeting here at my pool in our swimsuits. I want to understand your problem, Rebecca.” There’s another pause, this time followed by a wholly unprofessional, flirtatious smile…

“I want to swim with you, Rebecca. I want to be close to you. I want to understand this thing you have with the water. Is that all right?”

“I guess so.”

She’s trembling again; her excitement is growing. Doesn’t her therapist understand? This probably isn’t a good idea. Rebecca knows that somehow she… she loses herself underwater when it comes to being with another woman. She does things… horrible things… things she feels like she can’t control.

The therapist takes her hand and slowly… seductively leads her down the steps into the pool. Then she pauses and takes a deep breath before admitting something she should never give into. “Rebecca? I have a confession to make.”

“What is that?”

“Ever since I met you I’ve always wanted to do this.”

The therapist gently caresses Rebecca’s shoulder. She draws even closer. Then she gives her a light kiss on the lips. Rebecca trembles as something sparks inside her.

No. Not again…

“Was that unpleasant, Rebecca?” The therapist recognizes her patient’s hesitancy.

“No.” The trembling returns as the urge grows stronger.

“Let’s go for a swim, Rebecca. Help me understand this problem you have in the water with other women.”

Before she can resist she is gently pulled along out into deeper water by her therapist. She can feel something fanning the flames of her desire, flames she’s trying to willfully put out. She can also feel that familiar urge stir within her, and she continues to tremble.

“Are you ok, Rebecca? Why you’re shivering, honey. Is it because of me?”

“Yes it is.”

“Let’s go underwater. Ok, honey?”

“Maybe we’d better not.”

“I need to understand so I can help you, Rebecca. Help me understand. Come underwater with me.”

Rebecca nods as her resistance melts away. They slip under the surface together. Bubbles emerge out of two sets of noses.

Now that she’s underwater, the urge is much stronger. She hesitates as her therapist reaches out to her, caressing her cheek and touching her shoulder. She trembles and loses bubbles as the woman draws closer to her.

She feels the attraction and it lures her right in. It also frightens her; something about it frightens her. She can feel the urge growing ever stronger, rising up to take control of her. She tries to fight it off.

The therapist moves in very close, brushing their lips together. Rebecca tries to resist but it’s so hard. There’s another caress of her face, and she trembles before pulling away.

They surface together as the therapist frowns at her. “Rebecca? Are you resisting me?”

“I’m not… I’m not sure…”

“Why? Why are you resisting me?”

“It’s complicated. You can’t understand. You won’t understand.”

“Make me understand, Rebecca. C’mon, honey; let’s go back underwater. Show me; make me understand.”

Rebecca can feel it growing inside her, threatening to take over and causing her to lose control. She cannot lose control, not this time. But she wants to swim with this woman so much, wants to be underwater with her.

She is unable to resist the demands of her therapist. So she nods weakly as they submerge together. This time her therapist leads the way into the deep end.

She follows, growing more and more excited. The urge is becoming much stronger now. She’s barely in control. Maybe they’ll stop before it’s too late.

They swim around each other. Then her therapist draws close, stealing another kiss. She tries to resist but it’s almost impossible with the attractive woman swimming around with her.

Her therapist reaches out and touches her again, caressing her. She smiles weakly as she swims out of reach. But her therapist follows her, refusing to be denied.

Rebecca’s mind is in turmoil. Doesn’t this woman understand? She really shouldn’t be in the water with me. It’s like something else is trying to possess her, trying to take over.

The therapist gives her another light kiss on the lips. Rebecca tries to resist. But it’s much harder now. The kiss is soft and seductive, and she can feel that urge swelling within her. All she knows is that she must try to resist.

But her willpower is nearly gone…

They swim around each other again and again, looking at each other while taking each other in. Once more her therapist moves in to kiss her. She tries one last time to avoid it, turning her head so that the kiss glances off her cheek. Then she reaches out and gently pushes the woman away.

It’s so strong now; she’s barely in control. Somehow she must put an end to this; her therapist just doesn’t understand. But she’s no longer sure she can hold back.

It may have already gone too far…

They surface together but the therapist is confused. She wants Rebeca, and the signs indicate Rebecca wants her. This is totally unprofessional but she cannot help herself.

The young woman’s actions are contrary, even mysterious. She must understand why if she is to help her. She must understand why if she is going to be able to successfully seduce her.

“Rebecca? Don’t you like me, honey?”

“I like you very much.”

“Then why do you resist me? Is something wrong?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help me, Rebecca. Help me understand.”

Rebecca feels it now. The urge is upon her, burning intensely. It is too hard to resist. She finally lets go and gives in to it.

She gives the therapist a beguiling smile, telling herself this time it will be ok. This time it will be different. After all, the therapist is here to help her.

“It’s ok now. I’m fine. It’ll be better under the water; you’ll see. Come. Let me show you.”

“Yes, Rebecca. Show me.”

The therapist feels excitement…. desire. Maybe now her patient will give in to her advances and reveal to her this mysterious problem. Perhaps it was nothing more than simple hesitation about being passionate underwater. But she can help Rebecca with that.

At any rate she believes she will soon find out. Once Rebecca gives in to her she will taste the pleasures that are locked away within this enigmatic young woman. She will open the gentle flower and taste of its fragrant delights.

They submerge together, swimming around each other as their eyes take in each other’s alluring charms. Then they come together. She reaches out and caresses Rebecca, only this time the caress is returned. Her gentle kiss is also returned.

This is much better; it must be a major breakthrough. Perhaps now the young woman will give in to her. An afternoon of passionate lovemaking underwater with the delectable flower that is Rebecca will make for a pleasant diversion. And she will truly understand this problem her patient has.

She gives her another bubbly kiss, one that is again returned. Rebecca is responding to her much more warmly now. But now she must surface. She’s been holding her breath for a while, not paying attention to how long they’ve both been under. Her lungs are burning.

Her attempt to rise is halted; Rebecca holds her down by her shoulders. She looks at the one who would be her underwater lover in confusion. Then she shakes her head as bubbles slip out of her mouth…

Rebecca? I need air, honey.

Rebecca smiles at her and kisses her gently on the lips. For the moment her need for air is pushed aside as the therapist smiles and returns the kiss. But the urge to breathe quickly returns. This time it is much more insistent.

She tries to surface. But Rebecca holds her down. Does this amorous young woman now want to play??

Yes, yes, Rebecca. I will return. But I must breathe first. Let me up!

She tries once more to rise to the surface. But Rebecca is insistent, keeping her submerged. The therapist burbles in alarm, her eyes opening in astonishment as Rebecca keeps her down.

Their roles strangely reverse, only now it is not so arousing. Rebecca tries to kiss her fiercely. And this time it is the therapist who resists. She doesn’t want to kiss right now… she wants to breathe…

Rebecca?? Let me go, honey; I need to go up for another breath!

The therapist struggles and breaks free, shooting up until her head comes up out of the water. She coughs and sputters in alarm as Rebecca follows her up. She is totally astonished at this dramatic turn of events.

The young woman is at her side, pulling on her arm as they tread water in the middle of the deep end.

“Why did you leave?” Rebecca asks, acting almost as though she’s hurt. Her voice is tinged with anger.

“I needed air, Rebecca. Damn, you can hold your breath a really long time!”

“I thought you wanted to be underwater with me.”

“I do, Rebecca. But I need to breathe. Damn, girl! I can hold my breath a long time, honey…  but not that long.”

The therapist feel an insistent tug on her arm. “It’s ok now,” Rebecca reassures her. “Come back down with me. It’s better under the water.”

Now the therapist is confused… and a little concerned. “Rebecca? I don’t understand. What’s gotten into you?”

“Come down with me. It’s better under the water. I’ll make you understand.”

Something does not feel right. She feels alarm bells going off inside her. But she wants to help her patient… needs to understand.

“Ok, Rebecca. Just make sure you let me up when I need to breathe, ok?”

For Rebecca the urge is incredibly strong now, virtually overpowering. What has been awakened within her must now be satisfied. The woman must come underwater with her!

They fill their lungs and submerge together. In an instant she feels much better. This is the way it should be.

She is strongly attracted to her therapist… and her therapist is strongly attracted to her. She knows that for a fact. And now she will have her.

They touch each other… caress each other. There’s a gentle brush of the lips against each other. They smile at each other and Rebecca is reassured…

Yes. This is right. This is the way it’s supposed to be. It’s going to be all right now.

They share another kiss… another caress. Rebecca feels the sensations swell within her, feels the tingles of excitement. This is the way it should be. This is the way it will be. Soon this woman will understand.

The therapist feels it in her lungs again. Once more she needs to go up for another breath. So she starts to head for the surface. And once more Rebecca holds her down…

No. Stay here with me. It is better down here. Here, let me show you.

She leans forward and kisses her therapist. Her kiss is hesitantly returned. The therapist feels a mixture of arousal combined with growing fear…

Yes, Rebecca. I want more; much more. But first you must let me up, honey. I need to breathe again.

She tries to surface and is denied once more as she is pulled back down. Rebecca simply won’t let her surface. The therapist begins to struggle a little…

Honey? What are you doing? I need air again? Let me go, baby.

She tries to be gentle, tries to break away without spooking the young woman. But Rebecca won’t let her go. And now those gentle heaves in her lungs are becoming more insistent…

Rebecca? …honey? You’ve got to let me go up!

She tries to pull away. But Rebecca pulls her close and kisses her again. This time she is the one who resists, shaking her head in growing alarm as she spews bubbles…

Rebecca, what’s gotten into you?? Can’t you see I’m almost out of air? Let me go, honey!

She struggles harder, trying to pry herself out of the young woman’s grasp. But Rebecca refuses to let her go. The therapist loses another burst of air, astonished the young woman will not release her…

Rebecca? What the hell are you doing?? Let me go; don’t drown me?!

She struggles more violently, shaking her head as she tries to break free. But Rebecca increases her hold, gripping her arms even tighter. The young woman seems insistent at keeping her submerged.

Rebecca tries to keep her under, tries to convey to her just how important it is to stay down with her… Don’t go. Stay down here with me. It’s better down here. You’ll see. But strangely she is being resisted, just like all the other times.

The therapist spews bubbles as she cries out underwater in growing panic… “LET ME GO! REBECCA, LET ME GO!” But her patient refuses to release her. Strange how incredibly strong Rebecca has become now.

The woman wants to go up; Rebecca can see how she wants to go up just like all the others. But she has to make her stay down, has to explain to her… Stay here with me. It’s better down here. Can’t you see? Then she moves in to kiss her again, trying to convince her how much she likes her and wants her to stay.

Her therapist tries to resist, shaking her head as though avoiding those lips… NO REBECCA! NO MORE KISSING! LET ME UP, DAMN YOU! She struggles mightily, unable to comprehend why this crazy woman will not let her up.

She is terrified, her mind whirling with confusing thoughts. She cannot understand how this young woman went from being so shy and demure to being so amorous… and now so deadly. It simply does not make any sense!

She screams most of her breath away as she tries to pull away… LET ME GO – LET ME GO! But Rebecca holds on with grim determination, her eyes blazing now…

Stay down here with me. It’s better down here, don’t you see?

The therapist screams in terror, her stomach heaving as her lungs burn from a terrible fire. Air spews out of her mouth as she shakes her head in panic… REBECCA, LET GO!! But Rebecca will not let her go…

Stay with me. It’s better now, don’t you see? Here, let me kiss you.

“NOOOO!”

The therapist releases a bubbly scream as Rebecca moves in and gently kisses her cheek. Her lungs are on fire; she needs to surface right now. But Rebecca won’t let her.

There’s another burst of air; she’s lost most of what was in her lungs. Panicked, she covers her mouth in a frantic effort not to inhale. Her patient sees her panic and tries to reassure her…

No. It’s ok. Here, let me kiss you again and make it all better. You’ll see.

Rebecca grabs her arms and pulls them away from her mouth. Then she moves in and tenderly kisses the woman’s lips, oblivious to the panic in her therapist’s horrified expression…

NOOOOOO! LET ME UP, DAMN YOU! I DON’T WANT TO DROWN!

She’s dizzy from lack of air, her struggles weakening. She senses if she does not free herself from the murderous woman’s grasp in the next few moments she will never reach the surface. She has no idea how long she’s been under, how long she’s been forced to hold her breath.

With one last effort she tries to break away. The effort fails. At that moment she realizes she is doomed and it fills her with overwhelming terror.

OHMYGAWD; I’M GOING TO DROWN!

She cries out. Then she loses a massive burst of air. Rebecca steadfastly holds on as her therapist starts to spasm and convulse, losing bursts of air with each heave of her chest.

The shocked woman shakes her head in utter disbelief as her body goes into seizures, each painful spasm forcing another burst of air out of her lungs. She almost doubles over. The pain of inhaling water is incredible.

She opens and closes her mouth in a vain attempt to breathe. But there is only more water to be had. She convulses again, spewing a small burst of bubbles from her chest. Then her lungs are full of water. There is virtually no more air left in her body.

She shudders and twitches, her eyes wide in disbelief. Solitary bubbles flee past her parted lips. Then she sighs, a death rattle emanating from somewhere deep in her throat. At last she is still.

Rebecca sees that her therapist is going to stay underwater with her. It fills her with great joy and satisfaction. She plants loving kisses all over the woman’s lips, her cheeks, and her forehead. She even touches her shoulders and caresses her face, wiping the hair out of her eyes…

See? See how much better it is down here with me? But the woman doesn’t respond. There is no movement, no sign of life.

Rebecca kisses her lips once more. But there is no response. She caresses her face but there is no responding gesture on the part of the therapist. She lovingly brushes a hand through the woman’s hair, but again there is no response. Then she stares as though shocked…

No. It’s happened again…

Not again??

She stares in shock and horror. She can’t believe it has happened again.

It’s always like this. They always leave her. It’s supposed to be better under the water. But it always ends up just like all the others.

Rebecca turns and swims away, slowly rising out of the pool and filling her lungs from the mammoth breath-hold she has suffered through. She is filled with a great emptiness. Another one has come and gone. And she really liked this one!

She climbs out of the pool, turns and looks back at the woman floating face down. The urge is gone. Now only sadness remains.

“I told you you wouldn’t understand,” she says softly to the body in the pool. There is pain in her voice. Then Rebecca turns, gathers her clothes and walks away, wondering if she will ever be fully satisfied by another woman under the water with her…

© 2008; 2016 (written Dec 18 ’08; ed. Sep 5 ‘16 by riwa)

(Inspired by the MMP video clip series. Picture added for illustration purposes only.)

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The Acquabox Incident 4.3 (22)

The Acquabox Incident

By Carolyn and Riwa

The Acquabox Incident

Carolyn looked up from the knock at the door. “Enter?” Her young assistant Derek came into the room.

“They’re here, Miss Fields. They’re ready to begin work.”

“Did you show them where it’s supposed to be displayed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Derek. That will be all.”

“Yes, Miss Fields.” He stepped back through the door and quietly closed it.

Carolyn Fields sat back in her office chair. It was finally here. The museum was getting a new display. If it worked as she anticipated it promised to be the talk of the city.

She tried to go back to her paperwork. But the excitement of the new exhibit was just too much for her. She stood up at her desk and brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt. Then she headed for the door.

She went round the curve and down the hall to the circular steps leading up the next two floors. Already she could hear what sounded like some sort of machinery in use. She took the steps calmly, going up to the next floor and heading toward the back of the building until she saw several workmen in denim coveralls bringing in material from the freight elevator.

The sound of the machinery came from the floor above. She looked up to see a circular hole being cut into the ceiling. Apparently that would be where the individual would enter the display.

She watched for several minutes. But it was too early to see anything interesting. The workers paid her no mind. They had a job to do, a job they could be fired from were they to allow themselves to be distracted.

She went back down to the floor below. Derek was signing some paperwork on another workman’s clipboard. She walked up to him and waited patiently.

“Yes, Miss Fields?” he asked when he turned to see she was there.

“I assume we won’t have unauthorized visitors wandering around this section of the museum?”

“Everything’s been sealed off, Miss Fields. There shouldn’t be anyone around here unless they’re working on the exhibit.”

“Very good, Derek. I’ll be in my office.”

“Yes, Miss Fields.” She turned and left without a word as Derek watched her go.

Carolyn went back to her office and thought about the new acquabox.  She still hadn’t decided if she was going to charge admission for whomever wanted to try it, or just hire a few men and women to take turns in it and use them as part of the display.  She went back to her work, but before long six o’clock had rolled around.  The museum closed at five and she always stayed an extra hour just to make sure that there were no closing issues.

She got up and locked her office door behind her. On the way out she stopped and went to look at the acquabox.  It was in place but she could tell at a glance that the workmen hadn’t finished with the final seals and other hookups, not the least of which was the hose and mask.

It looked gloomy too since it was supposed to be fully exposed on all sides to sunlight as part of its allure. But the shades had already been lowered for the night. Still, she knew that the workmen told her that it would be a two day job and it looked like they were on schedule. Satisfied, she readjusted her Prada purse over her shoulder and walked out, locking the museum door behind her. Then she went into her new Mercedes and headed home towards her condo.

Carolyn was, if nothing else, a creature of habit. She always left her house at the same time, left the museum at the same time, and usually did the same things at home. As usual, the first thing she did at home was go into her spacious master bathroom and change out of her work clothes. They went into the dry cleaning bin and then she put on her new bathrobe.

Before tying it up she took a long look at herself in the full size bathroom mirror. Not bad, she thought, admiring her reflection. The shoulder length black hair complimented her fair skin. She stood at a petite 5’2″ and had the natural breasts that came with it. If she was ever asked though, she would have told others that she thought that her best feature was her legs. They were shapely and perfect for her frame. All and all she thought, correctly, that she was a nice thing to look at.

Before bed, also part of her routine, was for her to stretch out on the living room sofa with a small plate of ice cream and be proud of herself. Carolyn was quite sure that there wasn’t a single person at the museum that lived as well as she did. New house, new furniture, a designer wardrobe, and all going to work in a Mercedes on less than a six figure salary.

Then again, nobody but Carolyn had been able to so thoroughly stick it to someone like she had. Looking back, she never thought that she would have been able to do such a thing. But with not all that much going for her, less than two years ago she needed to do something.

It would have been nice to have a wealthy husband, but Carolyn never did get one. Although she would never admit it to herself, she was just to self-absorbed with herself to attract any man. So one night she decided to go onto Ashley Madison, the website for people who wanted to have an affair.

She had started stalking the men there, looking for a wealthy one. It had taken some time but she had eventually found one, a wealthy one with a wife and family. Two dates and 50 pictures later, all taken with hidden webcams in the cheap hotel where she and Richard, her lover, met, she nailed him with her blackmail.

It had gone perfectly and the money that went into her off-shore bank account every month paid for her large house filled with designer clothes and a luxury car. Her last thought of the evening was how, with a little more time, she’d begin to start a stock portfolio.

After a good night’s sleep Carolyn went to work the next day. The tank was just as it had been the night before. But all throughout the day she could hear it being completed.

When her assistant brought her the completion papers she gave it a final look and signed off on the project. It was quite different. The glass was clean and the water inside was clear. The mask inside had bubbles coming out so as to test the pipes. She opened and closed the shades to make sure they worked. It actually looked pretty cool and she congratulated herself for green lighting the project.

That night, alone in the museum, she made it halfway to the door to close up when she decided to give the tank a try for herself. The blinds were down since it was after hours and the area dark. But with a flip of a switch the room came alit, but she kept the shades down.

She circled it, then went upstairs that had been put in place and went through a second hole that had been drilled so that people could go up and then enter it. She stripped naked, revealing her modest figure, and sat on the edge. With her feet dangling in the water she quickly read the instructions on how to turn on her air and fit the mask. Doing as it said, Carolyn set herself up and lowered herself into the tank.

The water felt cool against her skin. She didn’t worry about being seen since the museum was closed and the shades were down. She half expected to start drowning and got ready to shoot out of the tank because of some installation mistake. But everything worked just fine.

Carolyn extended her arms and just let herself float, naked and alone.  She had taken off her Rolex, another expensive item nobody else there had. She didn’t know how much time was elapsing but it was so soothing and calming just floating there that she lost track of time. What brought her back in the end was the prune feeling that she got from her fingertips.

Without any trouble, Carolyn got out of the tank and realized that she had to put on her clothes while she was still soaking wet. My mistake, she thought. There was a simple remedy though.

Getting dressed, not caring about how soaked her clothes were getting, she’d just bring in a few towels from home and keep it in her office closet.  Carolyn had the museum to herself so there was nobody to notice that she was unkempt and her clothes were soaked as she got into her car and drove home.

Back in her huge place, Carolyn admired her figure, as usual.  Then she had her time on the couch, as usual.  Just before falling asleep she decided to add some time in the tank to her daily routine.

The next day at work Carolyn had Derek set up some interviews. She needed to know who could perform in the tank and who could not. She had not had any problems herself the night before. But she was certainly aware of a feeling of claustrophobia. Some folks might not be able to handle that.

The afternoon was spent discussing ways the individual could be displayed inside the tank. At first Carolyn considered some sort of apparel. But as the afternoon wore on and the interviews continued she wondered if perhaps it might not be a bad idea to consider nudity as a part of the display.

The workday ended and everyone went home. Carolyn made sure the doors were locked before she headed back to the tank. Imagining some of the males and females drifting nude in the tank had gotten her a little hot and bothered.

She checked the equipment to make sure it was working before stripping out of her attire. She fitted the mask over her face and then slipped into the water. It felt wonderful.

She used the small belt around her waist for neutral buoyancy. By exhaling she found herself gently descending toward the bottom of the tank. Filling her lungs made her drift up a little. Carolyn learned to regulate her ability to drift up and down in the water.

She reached back to hold her ankles, arching her back. She released a little air until she was drifting in position. With a little more of a release she found herself descending toward the bottom.

As she experimented in the tank with different positions she began making mental calculations as to how to instruct those who would be using it. She could engage them in performance art as they bent, twisted and curled into positions. Perhaps later she might be able to pay a male and female enough money to copulate in the tank together to a high paying audience.

She became aware of a sound coming from somewhere above her. She looked up in horror to see the metal cover closing. She rushed up in a panic, wondering how it could possibly close all by itself. But it was too late.

She reached the cover and started banging against it. Then she tried pushing upward. But it was hopeless. She had no leverage.

A half minute later she became aware of a figure looking in on her from outside the tank. She recognized him immediately. “How the hell did you get in in here?” she said into the regulator. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

He gave no indication whether he understood her words or not. He simply smiled at her. “How nice of you to set up your demise for me, Carolyn.”

“Richard, you open this back up this instant!”

“I’m afraid I’m tired of paying your blackmail, honey. You’re bleeding me dry. I happened to be over here the other day when I saw them setting this up. And I managed to catch your little performance in the tank last night. Leave it to you to be a creature of habit.”

“Damn you, Richard!” Now she was truly frightened. Had she overplayed her hand?

Richard looked at his watch. “Got to be going now,” he told her. “Don’t mind me. You just go on enjoying yourself. I’ll be back later to tidy things up.” Then he turned around and left.

Carolyn pounded on the glass, trying to get him to return. But he disappeared out of sight. Damn him!

She panted heavily for breath, looking all around. What was he going to do? He wouldn’t really kill her, would he? He wasn’t that kind of a man was he? A moment later the lights all around her went out. At the same time she felt the hose feeding her air die off.

Panic set in from all directions as she began to feel lightheaded. Then, still semi-conscious, she saw the lights go on all around her and started to draw deeper and deeper breathes as the air supply went back to normal. Her head clearing, she turned in the tank until she saw her assistant Derek enter the room. He looked at her and she turned to face him as she pulled the regulator out of her mouth.

“Help me!!” she screamed at him. Her words were muffled by the water but the sound was there. That, and her banging on the glass, should have easily conveyed her message. Couldn’t he see her predicament?

Derek approached, looked at her in the tank and taking it in. He thought about how you’d never be able to get himself into the tank but everyone has their own tastes. He left the shades down but the lights totally illuminated the room.

What the hell is he doing? That thought went around her head over and over as she kept alternating between taking breathes and yelling out at him, never stopping her banging against the Plexiglas walls of the tanks.  Then Derek left and came back with some sort of contraption, but she couldn’t tell what. After a few moments she saw that he was setting up a tri-pod and mounting a camera onto it. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was in on the plot.

“Your friend changed his mind and decided that he wanted to keep a token to remember you by. Who do you think let him in through the back door anyway?”

Carolyn’s eyes widened, understanding his words through the glass but still unable to believe in his betrayal.  She kept banging on the glass but he just went about his business. “Your friend told me about that little stunt that you pulled and gave me a month’s worth of your blackmail to help set this up. Frankly, I’m just going to take it this one time instead of milking him like you’ve been doing.”

Her eyes widened and she decided to go back to pushing against the hatch and the glass. But her efforts were useless. Damn those workmen for doing such a good job!

She watched as Derek stood behind the camera, making sure that the angle for the shot was perfect. Then he started out. Carolyn was in a total panic when he doubled back. Resetting the recording to the beginning he paused it and looked at her. “You know, how often does someone get a chance to watch something like this?”

“Please help me!!!” Carolyn screamed. But she only heard her own cries echo within the tank.

“You know, I’m just going to watch and wait myself. You’re fine for now but the air in that tank won’t last forever.” Then he turned on the camera and hit the record button. Without a word he walked away and sat down against the far wall and watched Carolyn struggle.

It was an interesting thing to watch, he thought.

From the inside Carolyn watched as Derek took his place. She turned in every direction, trying to free herself.  She was breathing heavily, but easily, as she twisted and turned and kicked. Every once in a while she’d move to far, to fast, and the regulator would pop out of her mouth. She was quick to replace it every time but realized that time was running out.

Still fighting to escape, Carolyn thought that her last breath of air wasn’t quite enough. She pulled again and got enough air…but had to really work on it. She realized that the tank was emptying, the air inside losing pressure.

“Please help me Derek!!” she cried out one last time. But with widening eyes she saw that he was still sitting where he was.

Carolyn kept fighting but with her next breath she came up short and didn’t get enough air. She did it again and panic consumed her when she realized that she didn’t get any air at all! Her eyes growing wide, one hand instinctively came up to her throat as if she was choking while the other kept pushing against anything it could find.

Derek just stayed where he was, watching Carolyn as she became more desperate. It was obvious to him that the tank had run dry and she was desperate. He was a bit too far away to see her cheeks expand as she tried to keep her air inside her body.

Still fighting, Carolyn felt the pain in her chest as her lungs demanded air. Her hair was swishing all around her, occasionally blocking her view. But for a moment it cleared long enough for her to see Dereck.

He had his hand down his pants and was enjoying himself and her struggles. A moment later her lungs gave up and she saw all her air leave her body with a huge whoosh, bubbles going into her face and disappearing. Her last desperate cry went with it.

Derek kept rubbing himself as Carolyn’s struggles began to fade. He got up and moved closer, careful not to get in front of the camera, and watched.

Carolyn kept trying to bang against the walls and cover. But her movements were slowing down, her body obviously getting weaker. He sensed the end coming and watched as she grew still. With only Derek for company, Carolyn felt things grey out until a last touch of the water on her body was all that she could sense and then everything went black.

Derek stayed where he was, knowing what was happening. He watched as Carolyn floated prone and lifeless, her hair softly moving in the current that her struggles had created. He knew that her heart was still beating and just stood there, watching, for about five minutes until he was sure that her heart had finally stopped.

Careful not to be seen, he clicked off the record button of the camera and then approached his former boss. Her eyes had rolled back and her mouth was open…still showing a look of total surprise. With a last look at her he got up and left the museum. He had been told that cleaning up the mess would be done by somebody else. Once home, he went through the whole struggle in his mind while he kept his hand on himself until he finished.

Her staff wondered why she didn’t come into work the next day, and the next. Carolyn was never seen again.

© 2016 (Written by Carolyn and Riwa Jun 26 ‘16)

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The Hanging Joke 4.3 (7)

Author’s note: I got this idea shortly after I learned Suicide Squad was coming out. It has been simmering in the back of my head for some time until recently. I am not fully familiar with these characters so I wrote based on what inspired me. Enjoy my take on these two.

Harley Quinn gunned the motor as she rushed down one of Gotham’s backstreets. She had to hurry or she wasn’t going to get there in time. She just knew he was in trouble again.

She drove down a dead end and pulled a gun just in time to see the caped crusader holding her main squeeze up in the air by the throat. She fired twice, catching The Batman by surprise as she hit him with both shots. He dropped his prey and fell to the ground.

“Over here, Mr. J!” she called out. “Hurry!”

“See you later, Batsy,” the man in the purple suit laughed as he rushed over. He climbed onto the back of her bike as the man in the cowl began to rise.

“Shit; he’s bullet proof!” Harley cried out.

“Drive, you silly fool!” And with that Harley gunned the engine and sped off out of the dead end.

They hit the street as approaching sirens warned them of more trouble. “What did you do now, Mr. J?” Harley called out over her shoulder.

“Can’t they take a joke?” he retorted, sounding perturbed.

“They don’t have your sense of humor – augh!” She had to swerve to the right as a police car attempted to cut them off.

They went down an alley as a patrol car came charging hard behind them. “This reminds me,” the Joker laughed.

“Of what, Mr. J?”

“I’ve got to get me down to Disneyland! The rides are simply to die for! Ooohoohoohoo!” Harley grimaced, hoping they both didn’t crash and burn on THIS particular ride.

A couple of alleys, a busy cross street, and screaming through a busy intersection ditched their pursuers for the moment. Harley drove them into the darkened Gotham city park. But it wasn’t a very safe place to be even for the two of them. Hell, the damned place was dangerous in the daylight.

“I think we lost them,” she panted heavily as she stopped the bike to catch her breath.

“Mind if I drive?” And with that her passenger pushed her off. A moment later he roared through a set of bushes and disappeared into the night, laughing hysterically while leaving her alone and panting heavily.

She stared in astonishment he’d left his rescuer just like that. Then she sighed heavily. “He just doesn’t get me,” she said tiredly, the disappointment evident as she shook her head. “What do I have to do to prove to him I love him??”

She heard a rustling in the bushes. A moment later two ominous looking men came out, their eyes blazing with menace. “Well look what we’ve got here?” one of them snarled excitedly.

“Boys, I’m simply not in the mood to play tonight.” Then she lashed out at them.

Seconds later they were writhing on the ground, bleeding out with their throats slashed as Harley calmly walked away. She had other things in mind and couldn’t be bothered with their games. She had to do something once and for all to prove to Mr. J just how much she loved him.

Two days later at the Gotham civic center a crowd had gathered to witness the annual talent show. But inside they were having technical issues to deal with. An assistant rushed up to the pageant director, gasping for breath.

“Nora? We have a problem.”

“What is it now, Shea? The lights or the backdrop? No wait; don’t tell me. The refreshment stand broke down, the ice machine is down, and all our cold drinks are going to end up warm.”

“It’s worse than that, Nora.”

“What could possibly be worse than that??”

“Five of our girls didn’t show up! And they weren’t at rehearsal either!”

“Great; just great! What else can go wrong??” She sighed heavily and then shook her head, wondering if it was too late to resign…

The door creaked open and a lone figure stepped inside from the back of the closed down theater. It had been abandoned for years, although the city was in incessant talks with possible financiers about fixing it up. But for now it remained run-down and unused.

“What’s this all about?” he called out, carefully looking all around. “Bats, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble just to put on your costume for me and put on a show. Aahheeeheeheee.”

“It’s not The Batman, Mr. J!” a female voice called out from somewhere down on the stage. “It’s me!”

“Harley?? I thought I left you in the bushes with the other rabbits! What are you doing in here? I didn’t know you were a patron of the arts!”

“I love you, Mr. J! So I’ve got a special present for you!”

“Special? For me? You’re such a dear!”

There was a mechanical sound followed by the sudden appearance of five spotlights on the stage. They illuminated what appeared to be five circular curtains. The Joker clapped his hands together with glee.

“For me? The curtains are going up?”

“No, Mr. J. They’re coming down.” And with that the five curtains dropped to the floor, revealing five naked females standing with their arms tied behind their backs. They were all wearing high heels and had nooses secured tightly around their necks. All of them had tape covering their mouths and appeared to be frightened out of their wits.

“For your viewing pleasure, Mr. J. Allow me to present to you my own talent show. And now… direct from her porn debut in the critically acclaimed video “I want to die for you”… here’s Miss Lannie Barbie!”

A weight bag suddenly plummeted from somewhere up above. It hit the ground with a whoomp, taking the terrified woman on the end of the row twelve feet up into the air. Instantly she began kicking and twisting, her muffled grunts of horror reaching all the way back to where he was standing. The others standing next to her began to grunt and cry out anxiously.

“Woohoohoo!” he cried out with delight. “Now that’s my kind of talent show!” And with that he began prancing down the aisle toward the stage.

“Next to join her,” Harley’s excited voice proclaimed, “…the redhead you’ve always wanted to snuff since high school… Miss Rebecca can’t-you-just-shoot-me-instead Lane!”

Another weight bag came plummeting down, jerking the well-endowed redhead up into the air right next to Lannie who chose that moment to throw a heel. Rebecca began to kick and twist as well, her naked body gyrating as the noose strangled her to death. In her terror she ended up bumping into the dangling woman right next to her, sending the two of them twisting and swaying wildly.

“Woohoo!” the Joker called out with delight. “That’ll make a man rub his rhubarb!” And with that he unzipped his fly, took his cock out and started stroking it, dancing in the aisle as he drew closer.

“Our next contestant wants everyone to know that even blondes have more fun hanging! Here’s Miss Tasha Reign!”

The eyes of the third bosomy girl in line flew open in horror before she let out a muffled cry as she was abruptly jerked up into the air. She immediately joined her strangling companions as her weight bag hit the stage with a thump behind her. She began to kick her legs as she twisted in the noose, losing both heels while bumping into the one right next to her. Down on the stage floor the other two girls awaiting their turns stared at the fallen heels and then started to scream into the tape covering their mouths as they watched their companions being taken up one by one into the air to their deaths.

“Wonderful; just wonderful!” the Joker gasped as he danced and pranced, drawing every closer to the stage. By now he was eagerly jerking his meat as he watched lewdly.

“Next comes our super attractive ebony contestant! Let’s give it up for Miss Nya I-sure-wish-I-was-back-in-the-ghetto-right-about-now Bella!”

Another weight bag came plummeting down as the poor girl with the voluptuous body and heaving tits was jerked up into the air. She exploded in agony as her legs flew everywhere. She bumped into Tasha, triggering a chain reaction of girls bumping into each other as they hanged together. But by now the first one was starting to become less animated.

“And finally we have the lovely Miss Nina don’t-leave-me-here-by-myself-because-I-want-to-fly-with-my-friends Merce!” The poor girl let out a muffled cry as the weight bag came whooshing down behind her. It jerked her upward, cutting off her muffled shrieks until she was dancing with the others. One of her heels went flying, soaring into the empty seats of the theater.

All five kicked and twisted as they swung back and forth. But on the far end Lannie’s struggles were just about over. She spasmed hard and then calmed right down.

Next to her Rebecca’s legs flew outward. But she was also starting to lose steam. Meanwhile the remaining trio put on a lively little dancing show as they kicked and struggled together, bumping into each other as they twisted and swung.

The Joker eagerly climbed onto the stage, furiously stroking his cock the whole time as he watched the ladies twist and dangle in the air above him. Lannie was hanging quietly; Rebecca was twitching spasmodically; Tasha was slowing down. The last two were still fighting their nooses hard in a delightful, dying duet.

Lannie’s bladder finally gave way. The Joker watched excitedly as urine trickled down her legs to splatter the floor below. A half minute later Rebecca was next to piss herself as her body twitched in its death spasms.

The Joker insanely jerked his meat until cum spurted out of his cock. That’s when Harley came out from behind the curtain near the edge of the stage. Her top barely contained her breasts as her hair was tied up in pigtails on either side of her head.

She walked over and joined her man, running an arm through his as they looked up appreciatively at the two remaining girls still kicking. That’s when the ebony Nya tired from exhaustion, her body slowing down until she was twitching and swaying. “Now that’s what I call a jig!” the Joker gasped, breaking out in delirious laughter.

Harley grinned at him, proud of the way she was winning him over. Hell, anyone who could save him from The Batman and then make him spurt his load like this in front of five dying, sexy bitches had to have a big place in his heart, right?

By now the blonde Tasha was barely struggling at all, her body swaying gently. Nya was spasming, her toes flickering as drool fell out of her gaping mouth to splatter onto her boobs. Her knees tried to jerk upward up as though she could somehow jerk herself out of her noose. But she didn’t have the strength to lift them up very far.

The last one was also tiring, her legs fluttering as her big breasts heaved. Harley had made it a point to pick girls whose boobs would bounce divinely for her man. And they most certainly had.

Tasha’s bladder suddenly gave way, piss splattering the floor beneath her not far from her discarded heels. The murderous duo were standing too close to avoid getting a few droplets on themselves. The Joker just laughed with sadistic glee while declaring, “Now that’s what I call art! If they would have done this in art class I would have never missed school! Ohhohohoho!”

Nya’s bladder soon gave way as she went quiet, her naked body solemnly swaying next to the others who were now quietly twisting as they swung back and forth. Nina was not far behind, the neck of the attractive woman stretching noticeably. Her bladder finally gave way until there were five wet puddles of urine growing beneath five hanged bodies.

The five naked girls originally scheduled for the talent show quietly swayed back and forth. Five ropes creaked along with the continuous dripping sound in the empty, cavernous theater as urine splattered the floor below each one, quietly dripping off legs and toes. The Joker gasped with delight as he looked up admirably.

“My present to you,” Harley motioned grandly. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love you Mr. J,” she said affectionately as she kissed him deeply. But that was the last thing she remembered as a blow to the back of her head put her lights out.

When she awakened she discovered she had a splitting headache. But that wasn’t the worst of her troubles. Harley discovered she was now sitting on the stage, buck naked with her arms tied behind her back and a noose around her neck.

She looked up to see the five naked bodies still there. They were all gently swinging back and forth, ropes creaking. In addition to swaying, Nya and Rebecca were also twisting in place as a result of their exertions. Harley looked up to see a sixth rope – her rope – going all the way up into the ceiling. It looked like there was another weight bag waiting to come down on top of her.

She turned around and saw the Joker standing over by the panel she’d used to trigger all those weight bags. “Mr. J?” she gasped anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest. “What are you doing?”

“Why I’m hanging you, of course. Your present was so special I just couldn’t stop with five!” He was already stroking his hardening cock again.

“But…but I love you!! Is this a joke??”

“Oh, the very best kind, my dear! The jokes on you! Aheeheeheehee!” Then he reached over and pulled the lever.

Harley let out a scream that was abruptly cut off as her body was jerked up into the air while her weight bag hit the stage with a loud thump. Then she was side by side with the others, her legs kicking wildly as she swung back and forth, bumping into Nina’s naked body in the process. She couldn’t breathe, the noose had all but choked off her air.

Down on the stage the Joker was savagely jerking his meat again as he watched her. “Oohhoohoohoo! Now THAT’s entertainment! You’ve convinced me, girl! Now I’m a full-fledged homicidal patron of the arts! Ahhahahahaha!”

Harley started seeing stars as she fought like hell against her noose. But her face was turning read as she kicked and struggled. Her naked body twisted this way and that until she saw the dangling bodies of the girls she’d just sent to hell. Now they were simply going to arrive there a few minutes ahead of her.

She couldn’t breathe, her boobs bouncing as her chest heaved. Down below the Joker was cackling as he jerked his meat. As she found herself slipping away she decided maybe it wasn’t so bad going out this way, not if Mr. J was getting off to her death. Maybe he would remember her naked body hanging side by side with the others with some degree of fondness…

© 2016 (written Aug 19 ’16 by Riwa)

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An ill-advised venture 0 (0)

An ill-advised venture

By Carolyn and Riwa

 

It all started innocently enough. Clarissa was working as a secretary in a building where a lot of money flowed in and out. And she was not being paid enough.

Often there were piles of it seemingly lying around. She dutifully filed the paperwork that came her way, keeping track of records and other sundry files. It wasn’t long until she established the place she was working for wasn’t very honest. And still she wasn’t making much money.

One day she was alone in a room filing papers when a box of cash had been brought in and opened. She was left all alone and had looked longingly at the contents. She had needs for the day, purchases without the corresponding cash to make them.

The temptation became too great and she took a small wad of bills. It wasn’t much; with the amount that flowed in she doubted it would even be missed. Then she went back to work.

The amount she helped herself to was enough to cover expenses, leaving a bit left over. She felt better being able to keep out of debt without having to wait for a stingy boss to up her salary. But perhaps it was best not to take anymore.

A few weeks went by and no one seemed to comment on the shortage. Perhaps it had been attributed to an accounting error. She breathed a sigh of relief… until life thrust upon her another needed expenditure.

She struggled to make ends meet but she was getting behind again. Then another opportunity presented itself – another box of cash. She’d gotten away with it once before; perhaps she could do it again.

She took a small amount, just enough to cover her immediate debts. Then she waited, doing her duties while wondering if she’d been caught. But again there was no reaction to any missing funds. Her little venture appeared to have gone unnoticed.

She vowed never to do it again. But she liked dating men. That meant dressing up and going out to dine and wearing nicer things. And she didn’t have enough money for that kind of lifestyle. So she decided if another opportunity presented itself she would act upon it.

Clarissa woke up for work the next day but when she came out of the shower she paused.  There was a full length mirror in the bathroom and she took off her towel and used it to wipe the steam off of it.  Standing naked, she looked up and down at herself.

Her hair, which was jet black and tangled, would turn back to its normal light brown color and flow nicely to her shoulders once it dried off and she made it up.  She was 5’6″, but with 38C breasts that were a bit out of proportion for her frame… a bit on the large side.  She had always felt lucky to be that way.  Still looking at herself, she thought (and had been told in the past) that she had all the curves in the right places.  Smiling, she turned around and started to dry herself off.

When she was done she turned and went to her closet and frowned. She was proud of her appearance but that pride went away when she looked at her closet.  There were some nice outfits in there – work outfits.

The rest of her clothes, those for her personal and night life, left a lot to be desired.  They were acceptable, but not good enough.  Being just acceptable rubbed her the wrong way. She had to admit to herself it was a large part of why she had started doing the things that she had done.

Clarissa decided not to dress but just sat in the kitchen with her coffee in her bathrobe, mulling things over.  So much cash went through that place and yet nobody had noticed.  Still, she realized that it would be best to stop what she was doing, at least the way she had been.

She had not always been a secretary.  Before she worked there she had been a bookkeeper at a small accounting firm. She knew all about keeping books and paying bills.

Without anyone knowing, she set up a corporation of her own from her own kitchen that day.  It sold, according to the records she later established at work, offices supplies like ink toner, copy paper, and other such things.

Clarissa never again touched the extra cash in the office.  In fact she went out of her way to avoid it.  Still, almost every day, she bought some supplies that seemed innocent yet never arrived at work.  In the meantime, she upgraded her wardrobe courtesy of her credit cards.

She stopped being overly greedy and settled into an established daily routine that took a little bit at a time. However, she had not been as clever as she had thought that she had been.

She was several months into her scheme when she met Juan at a café where they had coffee together. They seemed to hit it off. She was attracted to his charm and his physique.

He invited her out the next day and the day after. He seemed interested, and she found herself becoming more and more attracted to him. But that meant dressing in such a way as to impress him. And that meant furthering her scheme a little more.

She bought more supplies and used the funds she’d generated to buy a few more nice dresses. She wore one the night he took her out for drinks and a movie at the local movie house. She knew the outfit had worked the moment he’d moved in for a kiss.

There were more dates, requiring her to make sure she was beautiful and attractive to him. She tried not to make purchases that would arouse suspicion. But it hadn’t occurred to her just how much money was necessary to maintain such a relationship.

Several weeks before she met Juan a mid-level person at her company noticed that things were off.  There was less money in the company than there should have been.

Clarissa would never have taken a cent, or even taken the job, if she knew what her employer really did.  They made money, and sometimes people, disappear.

Nothing was revealed on the security footage but someone went to the supply closet one day and saw that there was only a single box of toner.  That didn’t seem to match up with something that he had thought that he had seen at another time.  A quick check of the books showed a lot of ordering of office supplies and, with a quick google search, showed that they had been paying more than 5 times what any of it would have cost at Staples.  That was when Juan was sent into her life.

For a while, Clarissa and Juan were never really alone on their dates.  Sitting at a table close by was one of several different women who were watching her.  Although no man would have noticed, they picked up right away on how well dressed she was.  With each date her clothes, jewelry, and looks improved.  Still, nobody wanted to hurt her until they were sure.

Juan dated Clarissa, the women watched, and a third man stayed at the office and hacked into her bank account.  There was no way that there was anywhere near enough cash to pay for her new lifestyle, and she had long since paid off her credit card bills.  A final search revealed who had set up the company and a decision was reached.

Clarissa kept up her scheme as her relationship intensified with Juan.  He stopped taking her to movies and they went to high end restaurants instead.  Many times, after the meal, they walked hand in hand in silence.

One night he took her home and she asked him if he’d like to come in.  Juan accepted and, as she was getting them drinks, he came up from behind her.  She felt his arms wrap around her while one hand slipped down through the dress and between her legs while his lips kissed her neck.  That was the first time they made love.

It was not the last time that they did either.  All the while, Clarissa was kept under surveillance and her activities monitored. Juan was enjoying this assignment more than most.

She was over at his house early one morning.  She had spent the night and after breakfast they walked behind his house, hand in hand, as they had done many times before.  Then Juan took her from behind and held her close.

Clarissa leaned back into him and felt his lips on her neck.  She never saw his right hand, with a rock in his palm, swing around and hit her in her temple.

Clarissa didn’t feel any pain from the impact, but realized something was wrong when she felt her legs go out from under her.  After that it was just blackness.

Clarissa awakened with a splitting headache. She moaned softly, wincing at her throbbing temples. She went to rub her forehead only to discover another surprise…

Her hands were not available…

She shook the fog out of her eyes to take in her surroundings. She was sitting in the front seat of her car, her hands duct-taped to the steering wheel. The vehicle was sloped downward on a deserted boat ramp, the calm waters of a lake staring back at her.

She shook her head again, unable to comprehend what her eyes were seeing. She let out an anguished cry as she pulled against her hands strapped to the steering wheel. But they were secured tightly. She wasn’t getting free without assistance.

She looked to her right and saw nothing – no vehicles or individuals who might save her. She looked to her left and saw the same. The only difference was the driver’s side window had been rolled down, cracked open about half an inch.

She began to scream, jerking her hands against the steering wheel. Then she looked in the rearview mirror to see a familiar face. “JUAN! HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!” That’s when he came up to the driver’s side door.

Juan looked at her and cocked his head.

“For whatever it’s worth, you’re great in the bedroom….”  The he walked away and circled the car.

Clarissa pulled at the steering wheel to free her writs.  She might have been able to free herself if things had been looser. But the duct tape wrapped itself around the wheel and her wrists several times over.

Juan opened the passenger side door and sat down.  “You know, you might have gotten away with it if you hadn’t been so greedy.  You might have gotten away with it too if you had messed with other people. But clearly you don’t know who you were stealing from.”

He reached around and took something slender from the back.   She recognized that it was a laptop. “Juan..Juan..Please, don’t do this!”

Juan came over with an angry look that she had never seen before.  Before she say anything else he covered her mouth with duct tape. Clarissa cried out but only heard her own muffled cry.

She felt her own chest rising and falling painfully as she was forced to breathe through her nose.  All the while she saw Juan working on the laptop. He turned her by the chin and she saw that the laptop had full signal and he had brought up the home page for Wells Fargo, the bank that she had been using.

He ripped the tape off her mouth, yanking her hair in the process.  Clarissa cried out in pain while he held her chin firmly. “Now Clarissa, I believe you have something for me….first the account name…then the password.”

“Juan; please don’t do this to me!”

“Account name and password, Clarissa.”

“Get me out of here!”

“Now!” and he slapped her face hard. Clarissa gasped as her eyes flew open in horror, her face still stinging. And still she said nothing.

“Is this the way it is going to be? We have nothing further to discuss? Very well. Allow me to remove the parking brake and put your car in neutral. It’s too bad it must be this way, Clarissa.”

“No; WAIT!” she gasped anxiously as he reached for the gear shift. “2271 – password: dresses615now.” He looked at her curiously.

“Dresses… I wanted to buy dresses… 615 is the date I activated the account… June fifteenth.”

He nodded as he plugged the information into the computer. A moment later he began the transfer. “It appears we caught you before you could siphon off too much money through your phony corporation.”

“I’m sorry, Juan; I’m sorry. I’ll close the corporation account immediately!”

“It’s already been handled.” He calmly climbed out of the vehicle with the laptop in hand and closed the door.

She watched anxiously in the rear view mirror, her chest heaving as he walked all the way around to the driver’s side door. He opened it up and reached inside. She gasped as he popped the parking brake. Then he reached over to the gearshift.

“Juan; NO!” But he popped the lever into neutral. He jumped out of the way and slammed the door as the car began to roll downward toward the water.

Clarissa looked ahead of her and at the boat ramp.  It was long but the slope was obvious.

“JUAN, I’M SORRY!!” she cried out, all the while pulling against the steering wheel.  If only she could get one hand free, then untie the other and get out of the car.

Clarissa stared ahead, her eyes wide open in horror, as the water slowly drew closer.  From underneath her she could feel the planks of the dock bumping against the tires.

“PLEASE JUAN…I’M SORRY!  I’LL PAY YOU BACK, I PROMISE!!”

Juan just stood on the dock, watching Clarissa’s car go on its slow journey.  As it went he walked behind it at a slow clip.  He wanted to see her face but there wasn’t enough room on either side of the car to do it.  She could see her head flailing as she pulled furiously against the steering wheel, but there was no way that she’d ever get free.

Clarissa kept pulling and calling for Juan when she felt the front of her car hit the water.  It slowed, but didn’t stop and continued downwards.  It still managed to stay above the water, at least far enough so that nothing came into the car. Then the rear wheels went off of the dock and her car tilted forward.

Clarissa caught a look in the rear view mirror.  She saw her own horrified look, the bruise on her forehead, and Juan standing on the dock, looking at her with the laptop under his arm.

She kept calling for Juan, pleading for forgiveness. And then the car went down far enough to let water start to come in through the open window.

Walking closer, but keeping a discreet distance, Juan heard her cry out as the window went under the water line.  He thought about how it might be nice to have some night goggles. But he hadn’t brought any.  Oh well, he thought.

Inside the car, Clarissa kept pulling, somehow knowing how futile her efforts were, as she felt the cold water come in and rise up to her knees.

Forward momentum took her car further out as the weight of the engine angled the front of the vehicle downward. Water poured in through the crack in the window, making Clarissa cry out as it drenched her. It was already up to her waist, causing her to kick like crazy from the cold.

She could hear her precious air bubbling out of the vehicle as it settled lower in the water. The windshield and front seat windows were fully submerged. She kept screaming as water poured in on top of her.

Taking all that money had been a foolish thing to do; she knew that now. But there was no one to apologize to. It kept getting darker all around her; Juan was not swimming out to free her.

It climbed up to her chest, soaking her tits and causing her nipples to protrude through her blouse. She heard more bubbles as the car pitched forward. Then she felt it begin to take her to the bottom of the lake as it got dark and murky all around her.

Up at the surface Juan barely heard a muffled cry from the vehicle. He saw it angle downward amidst a flurry of bubbles. Then it picked up speed until the trunk submerged amidst a torrent of bubbles. A moment later the vehicle was out of sight, leaving nothing but a stream of bubbles bursting up from the flooding vehicle.

Juan kept watching as the bubble came to the surface.  There was still quite a bit of them, more than a human lung could produce.  He surmised that it must be coming up from the trunk.  Then even that slowed.

Clarissa kept pulling against the steering wheel, the car’s inside totally filled. As she weakened she saw something to her left.  It was another car and she saw that there was a girl inside.  Her face was swollen and it was obvious that she had been there for some time.  Her wrists were likewise taped to the steering wheel.  The image caused Clarissa to scream on last time in panic. And then she passed out.

Juan stayed a little longer and then walked away and down the deserted road.  Looking at his watch he heard a car come up from behind him and then stop.  He got into the truck and it drove away.  All this over clothes, he thought to himself, shaking his head.

© 2016 (written Aug 1 ’16 by Carolyn and Riwa)

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