Lauren can’t swim 3.8 (16)

Posted on October 19, 2026 by riwa

Lauren and I were being playful. We ran around the perimeter of the pool buck naked. She had offered to give me a blowjob, only to teasingly change her mind.

She let out a squeal as I grabbed her. I demanded my blowjob. She said no and broke away, laughing as I chased her.

I caught up to her and grabbed her again. This time I threatened to toss her into the pool. “You wouldn’t!” she gasped anxiously. “You know I never learned how to swim!”

“Then give me my blowjob.”

“No!” Then she broke away and took off on me.

It wasn’t that she disliked giving them to me. It’s just that she often made me chase her down before I caught her and made her fulfill her promise. Then she would wrap her lips around my dick.

I caught up to her near the edge to the deep end. I grabbed her and threatened to toss her into the water. Her cry of alarm was part playful, part serious.

I smiled as I told her, “No better time to learn than right now, Lauren. Besides, I’ve always wanted to drown you.” Then I tossed her into the pool.

She let out a shriek before she hit the water with a splash. I figured she could at least dogpaddle to the edge of the pool. After all, she’d played in the shallow end many times before.

When she came back up, I could tell right away she’d been telling the truth. She flailed with her arms as her legs kicked haphazardly. Amazingly she hadn’t learned a damn thing despite being in the shallow end so much.

“Help!” she gasped before she slipped under the surface. Her attempts to pull herself back up were totally uncoordinated. At least she made it back to the surface.

She looked at me while flapping her arms like a bird. Lauren cried out, “Help me! I told you… I can’t swim!” Then she slipped under again.

I almost jumped in to save her. But her struggles to get back to the surface were turning me on. The panic in her expression helped my cock harden right up.

She popped up and gasped, “HELP!” Then she slipped back under. It was clear she would not be able to stay at the surface the way she was waving her arms like that.

Bubbles came up before she burst back up. I teasingly called out, “Are you going to drown for me, Lauren?” She gasped before she slipped back under the surface.

I watched as she somehow kicked her way back to the surface. Her movements remained uncoordinated. She seemed to have no idea how to stay at the surface, much less swim over to me at the side of the pool.

I almost jumped in to save her. Then she slipped back under. A moment later I saw bubbles come out of her nose.

Her arms kept waving like some big bird. Half the time she accidentally drove herself deeper. Then her legs would kick and her arms would flail until she managed to pop back up to the surface.

She burst up and gasped loudly for breath. She kept taking big ones before slipping back under. Once more she was unable to stay at the surface.

More sexy bubbles came out of her nose. It was a real turn-on. I should have jumped right in. But I was getting more turned on by the moment.

She tried waving herself to the surface with her arms. Her head came up, but she didn’t say a word. She got a couple of quick breaths before slipping back under.

I watched as she struggled to reach the surface. Now she couldn’t quite get there. She just kept waving her arms while losing bubbles out of her nose.

My cock was hard and throbbing as I finally jumped into the pool. She kicked as she reached out in my direction. But the sight of her panicking was so damned arousing that I stayed just out of her grasp.

She bubbled as she cried out. Her cheeks began to bulge. I saw her chest heave a couple of times as she struggled to hold her breath.

I should have gone to her aid right then. But a strange perversion came over me. I skulled a short distance in front of her, watching in awe as my cock bounced and twitched.

I was looking right at her when she gulped a huge mouthful of water. Then she started hitching and convulsing. It was incredible to watch.

I don’t know what made me do it. I swam right up to her and took her in my arms. But I didn’t haul her back to the surface.

She convulsed painfully in my grasp, her body hitching as though she was having a seizure. Her mouth just kept opening and closing like a fish out of water. It was erotic as hell.

My cock got so hard that I pressed it against her naked body until I almost began to spurt. Her eyes were open in shock over the fact I wasn’t getting her back to the surface. She couldn’t believe I was holding her in my arms while watching her suffer.

I smiled at her as she continued to convulse. My mind kept thinking, ‘That’s the way. Drown for me, Lauren. That is so fucking sexy!’

She began to settle down, her convulsions becoming less and less. I don’t know what made me do it. Maybe it was a video clip I saw.

Anyway, I put a hand into her stomach and pushed hard. It made her cough and convulse, spewing a few bubbles. Then I pushed into her stomach again.

She coughed again. Then she went limp in my grasp. A few sporadic muscle spasms indicated there was still a flicker of life circulating through her internal organs.

I caressed her all over, enjoying her incredible death stare. I groped her boobs while fingering her crotch. She felt lubricated, as though she’d suffered through a humiliating arousal during her drowning.

She looked so fucking sexy. Then I hauled her to the surface. I swam over to the ladder while keeping her head submerged.

I remembered her promise to suck my cock, then going back on her word. So I pushed my dick between her lips and gently fucked her face. A couple minutes later, I was cumming in her mouth.

I slowly pulled out, my cream swirling out past her lips. Then I let go of her. She slowly sank to the bottom of the pool until she came to rest on her back, her lungs fully flooded. She stared up at me with lifeless eyes as though she couldn’t believe what I’d done to her.

As I looked down on her, I found myself wondering who the hell I could drown next. Lauren’s drowning had been erotic as hell. It made me wonder when another opportunity might soon present itself.

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

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The reaper’s apprentice 3.5 (14)

Posted on October 19, 2026 by riwa

When no one answers the front door Sarah strides into the back yard of her best friend’s residence, visibly upset. She finds Ashley in her backyard pool. Ashley is astonished to see her.

“Sarah; where were you?? You missed our lunch date! Did you bring your swimsuit for our afternoon swim together?”

She sees the condition her friend is in. Sarah looks visibly upset. “Are you ok? What happened? What’s wrong?”

At this point Sarah nearly breaks down. She struggles to compose herself. Then she tells her best friend all the horrific details of her day.

She’s just had a very traumatic morning. A little girl ran out in front of her car. She was unable to avoid striking her, killing her instantly.

Two witnesses observed the accident and were very understanding. They both said there was absolutely nothing she could have done differently to avoid the incident. The paramedics and the police were equally sympathetic

She was taken down to the police station where she gave a detailed description of her version of events. After she was finally released she drove straight here. She didn’t know where else to go/. Besides, she needs a sympathetic shoulder to cry on.

“I’m so sorry!” Ashley says, shaking her head when the tale is finished. “That must have been terrible!”

She pauses, giving the matter some thought. Did you bring your suit with you? Perhaps a nice swim will help calm your nerves. You know I’m here for you!”

It’s no secret the two woman have more than just feelings of friendship for each other. They have never truly acted on them. But they both greatly enjoy each other’s company in the pool.

Each one secretly believes it’s only a matter of time before they been to experiment sexually with each other. Doing it in and underwater would be peaceful and sensual. But Sarah hesitates.

“I’m not sure,” she answers in a trembling voice. “Just look at me, Ash! I’m trembling again just thinking about what happened earlier today.”

“Come swim with me, Sarah. You’ll feel better and it will help take your mind off things.” She waves at her enticingly with a “C’mon, Sarah. Let me help you feel better.”

The tone in her best friend’s voice is filled with more than just the promise of a nice swim together. Sarah really needs some loving companionship. If Ashley is offering more than just a little consolation, she just might be in the proper frame of mind not to turn it down this time.

She slips out of her clothes, revealing a bikini she’d worn in anticipation of their swim together. Sarah starts to walk toward the shallow end of the pool. A moment later she stops short when she sees a strange man standing right in front of her as though blocking her path.

Who is he? Where the hell did he come from?? He wasn’t there a second ago!

“Good afternoon, Sarah,” he says calmly as though the two have known each other a long time.

“Who the hell are you?” she asks in amazement. Why the hell did Ashley invite some male to come join them in their swim??

“What’s the matter? Don’t you recognize me?” And at that moment she does…

“You were there!” Sarah exclaims, pointing at him in astonishment. “You were there! I saw you!”

“Sarah?” comes a confused voice from the pool. Ashley looks at her in bewilderment. “Who are you talking to?”

“This man right here,” Sarah replies, pointing right at him. “He was at the scene of the accident! He was there! What the hell is he doing here, Ashley??”

“Sarah,” Ashley says quietly, her brow furrowing in concern. “There’s nobody there, honey.”

“But he’s right here!” Sarah insists, pointing at the man.

“She can’t see me, Sarah,” he says with a gentle smile. “Only you can see me.”

“What do you mean ‘only I can see you’?”

“See who?” Ashley asks from her place in the pool. But her friend seems to be looking at an empty space.

“Who are you?” Sarah asks, suddenly feeling anxious. “Why are you here?”

In the pool Ashley looks in consternation. But she neither sees nor hears anyone but Sarah.

“I’ve come for another soul, Sarah,” he explains matter-of-factly. “Your soul to be precise. Apparently the little girl was not enough.”

“Not enough??” Sarah, gasps in horror. “What does that mean?”

“How do you suppose she ended out in traffic at the precise moment you were coming along?” Then he gives her a knowing smile.

Sarah is horrified. “You killed her?? Are you like… the grim reaper or something?”

“Sarah, who are you talking too?” Ashley is starting to become concerned. Is her best friend starting to lose it??

“I’m just one of his servants,” the man says calmly as though correcting her. “Now it’s time for you to come with me, Sarah.”

Sarah feels a chill run down her spine. “Me?? Why me??”

“I’m one soul short, Sarah. That’s why I’ve come for you.”

“But I don’t wanna die!”

“Sarah; what’s going on??” Ashley cries out. “You’re not going to die! But you’re starting to scare me! Just who do you think you’re talking to? Who’s there?”

Sarah points at him as she starts to tremble. “Ashley, this man wants me to die!”

“Who wants you to die?? Sarah, what are you talking about? There’s no one there! Sarah, you’re not going to die!”

Ashley begins to fear her best friend is on the verge of a psychotic break. She stands upright in the shallow end of the pool in growing consternation. At this point she doesn’t know what she should do or who she should call.

“Sarah, what’s wrong?” Then she anxiously waves her to come join her. “Honey, just get in the pool with me, ok? Everything’s going to be all right!”

The man looks at Ashley for a long moment. Then he smiles as he tells Sarah, “I can accept a trade.”

Sarah turns back to him in alarm, her heart beating fast. “A trade? What sort of trade?”

“It’s quite simple really,” he says with a disarming smile. “Her soul for yours” and he points into the water at Ashley. “Drown her for me and I’ll be permitted to allow you to keep your life.”

“What??” Sarah is horrified.

“You heard me, Sarah. Her soul for yours.”

“You can’t be serious! I can’t drown Ashley?! She’s my best friend!”

“Sarah??” Ashley blurts out in alarm. “What the hell are you talking about? What’s all this talk about drowning me??”

Her words seem to penetrate enough to get her best friend’s attention. Sarah turns toward Ashley, totally horror-stricken. “He says… he says it’s your soul for mine, Ash! He says if I drown you I get to live!”

“Who says?” Ashley says as she peers intently at the spot her friend keeps staring at. “Sarah, there’s nobody there!”

“Can’t you see him?? He’s right there!”

“Sarah, there’s nobody there!”

Ashley can’t believe it! Now she’s almost certain her friend is suffering some sort of breakdown. Very carefully she makes her way to the steps in the shallow end, afraid for her friend’s sanity… and suddenly feeling quite fearful for her life.

“Sarah, we’ll get you some help, ok? You’re having a breakdown, honey. I’m just going to get out of the pool now and call a doctor, ok?”

Ashley moves very slowly toward the steps leading out of the pool. Now she’s afraid of spooking her best friend. She suddenly feels quite vulnerable, and is frightened out of her wits.

“She’s getting out of the pool,” the man says to Sarah in warning, drawing her attention back to him.

“What should I do?” Her eyes are wide like a frightened doe, her heart racing.

“It’s quite simple, Sarah. It’s either you or her. Make your choice.”

“But I can’t just drown my best friend!”

“Sarah?? What are you saying??”

“Fine. I’ll take you instead.”

“NOOO! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”

“Sarah, you are not going to die!”

Ashley climbs out of the pool. She moves very slowly, unsure what the hell is going on. She speaks slowly with her hands in a defensive gesture, desperately trying to reassure her best friend.

“I’m here for you, Sarah; ok? I’m with you, honey. Everything’s going to be all right. I’m just going to call for a doctor, ok?”

Ashley is unable to process what is happening. Sarah seems to be talking to someone, although no one is there. Is Sarah hearing voices now? As far as she knows, her friend must be having some sort of mental breakdown over the trauma that happened earlier. She must do the best she can to help her get through this.

“Choose quickly, Sarah,” he demands, drawing her attention back to him. “Otherwise she’s going to get away. That’s when I’ll have to make the choice for you.”

“NOO!”

“Choose now, Sarah. Choose…. or die.” The tone in his voice makes it clear he is more than capable of carrying out his threat.

Sarah can only think of one option. As much as it pains her, she turns and walks over to Ashley who has climbed out of the pool and is now searching for the phone.

“I have to do this, Ash!” she gasps, the pain evident in her voice. “I don’t have a choice!” She’s on the verge of tears.

“Sarah? What are you talking about?”

“Ashley; I don’t want to die!” Then Sarah grabs her best friend by the shoulders

“Sarah, you’re not going to die! Snap out of it!”

“I don’t have a choice, Ashley!”

Sarah backs her friend toward the deep end of the pool. Ashley becomes alarmed and tries to push back against her. “Yes you do, Sarah! You have free will! You have a choice! Ohmygawd, baby; don’t do this!”

“Ashley, I’m sorry.”

“Sarah, what are you – NOOOO!”

Sarah pushes the two of them into the pool with a splash. Ashley surfaces instantly as her crazed friend grabs the ladder, hesitating briefly. A moment later Ashley discovers a weight belt has mysteriously appeared around the waist of her best friend.

Sarah sees it and cries out in horror. How the hell did that get around her waist?? She doesn’t want to drown!

“SARAH – YOU NEED HELP!” Ashley has become terrified by the actions of her best friend.

“Drown her!” the man orders, pointing at Ashley. “Drown her now or I’ll take you instead!”

“ASHLEY, I’M SORRY!” Then she pulls her best friend down with her below the surface. Ashley’s cry of alarm is swallowed up in a flurry of bubbles.

Sarah wraps her arms around her best friend. The weight belt having appeared around her waist will help keep her under the surface long enough to do the dirty deed. She’s extremely conflicted, but she does not wish to die. Thus, she’s determined to do what she must.

Ashley cries out in horror, her breath frothing to the surface. Her best friend has snapped! Now she’s attacking her with murderous intent!

The only thing left to do is to get the hell out of the water. Then she must get as far away from her as possible, doctor be damned! She’ll make the call just as soon as she is safely out of reach of her best friend’s insanity.

Ashley breaks free and starts to swim away. But she cries out in panic as her friend snags her by an ankle and pulls her back. Once more Sarah wraps her arms around her, determined not to lose her grip.

“SARAH – LET GO!” Ashley bubbles in terror as she violently shakes her head from side to side. “SARAH, DON’T DROWN ME! AAAUUUGGHHH!”

Ashley wriggles and squirms, but she cannot break free. Sarah just keeps shaking her head while bubbling “I’M SORRY – I’M SORRY!” The distraught woman is nearly in tears. But her grasp remains unshakable.

The battle rages underwater, a battle Ashley never expected herself to be in. She now realizes it’s either her or Sarah. She must fight back.

She spins within the young woman’s grasp. A moment later the two best friends find themselves rolling over and over in the pool. They struggle with each other, bubbles spewing out of their mouths as they grunt in battle.

For a moment Ashley gains the upper hand. She climbs on top of Sarah and pushes her down. Her only option is to drown her best friend. The poor woman has gone murderously berserk.

Sarah stops struggling as she realizes what action she’s committed herself. She’s not sure she can bring herself to drown her best friend, even after all this. She’s having second thoughts.

She gets a glimpse of the man at the surface. If she doesn’t put up a fight, she will be the one who drowns. Anger and self-preservation suddenly kick in.

“I DON’T WANNA DIE!” she cries out in a flurry of bubbles. With a burst of adrenaline she pushes Ashley off. A moment later she regains the upper hand.

Sarah climbs on top of her best friend, straddling her. The stage is set, her destiny laid out before her. One of them must die, but it’s not going to be her!

Ashley is astonished at the strength her best friend suddenly possesses. It isn’t long before she’s pinned to the pool floor. Warning spasms begin to shake her chest.

Air spurts out of Ashley’s mouth in bursts, air she cannot afford to lose. But she can’t shake a murderous Sarah. Her lungs are burning; time is growing short!

She can’t hold her breath forever. Even now it leaks out through her fingers as she anxiously covers her mouth. Surely this can’t be happening, not in her backyard pool?!

Ashley shakes her head in horror as Sarah holds her down. Her eyes are wide with fear as air continues to spew through her fingers. Sarah reaches down and deliberately pulls her hands away from her mouth.

Murder fills her features. She’s fully committed. This has to be done; after all, Ash was trying to drown her!

Ashley cries out, yanking her arms free. She covers her mouth again with her hands. Sarah grimly pulls them away to hold them out at arm’s length while still straddling her.

Ashley is in a panic as she bubbles, “SARAH, DON’T DROWN ME!” She tries her best to get through to the person inside who once was her best friend. But the kind, gentle woman she once knew as Sarah is gone. In her place is a malevolent being, someone Ashley does not recognize.

She coughs, an action that almost doubles her over. A flurry of bubbles escape her lungs to the surface. She convulses… coughs again… spasms painfully. Her cheeks bulge, her lungs on fire. She cannot hold her breath any longer.

“SARAH… DON’T!” Ashley violently shakes her head. Then she coughs and glubs, spasming painfully as her lungs suck water down her windpipe.

Ashley goes into a series of painful spasms as her lungs begin to flood. She weakly shakes her head, but she is no longer able to cry out. All that comes out of her mouth are a series of grunts and gurgles.

Her chest spasms painfully. Once more she tries to shake her head. But it feels heavy; she can hardly move it from side to side.

She’s so tired now. It feels like 10 Sarahs are sitting on her chest. It hurts like hell.

Ashley opens her mouth in horror. But nothing comes out save a few bubbles. She blinks once in utter astonishment. Then she shudders as consciousness ebbs away.

The light winks out of her eyes. Ashley goes limp in Sarah’s grasp. She stares upward in horror, a final look of shock and betrayal in her features.

Sarah looks down at her best friend for the longest time. She glowers at her with malicious intent. Her expression finally softens when she recognizes what she’s done.

Her eyes fly open in shock as she acknowledges she’s just drowned her best friend. Sarah tips her head back. Then she lets out a bubbly scream toward the surface.

She shakes her head with extreme sorrow she slowly caresses the face of her best friend. Sarah lovingly brushes the hair out of her eyes. Then she bubbles how sorry she is.

For the moment she’s devastated over what she’s done. Killing that poor girl was bad enough. But that was an accident. This was murder, pure and simple.

Sarah shakes her head in disbelief over what she’s done. Ashley stares up at her accusingly. Lifeless eyes are filled with a look of shocked betrayal.

She tells herself Ashley tried to drown her. She was forced into it. She had no other choice.

She looks at Ashley for the longest time as though hoping against hope she will suddenly raise her head. She wants her friend to smile as though they were only play-acting. But Ashley will never raise her head again.

Sarah swims to the surface. She pops her head up and gasps for breath. Then she swims over to the ladder.

She cannot take responsibility for her actions. Ashley tried to drown her. She had to defend herself.

She climbs out of the pool, feeling exhausted and numb. But the man is still standing there. He watches her with the evilest of smiles on his face.

It chills her to the bone. The fact that she is still alive brings no comfort. She did what had to be done.

She unclasps the weight belt from around her waist. It falls to the pavement. “There,” she says emotionlessly as she points at the body lying on the bottom of the pool. “It’s done. I’ve… you made me… no… I had to. It’s done.”

She wants to sob. But she feels no emotion. It does not even occur to her she was underwater far longer than her normal abilities should have permitted.

“Well done, my apprentice,” the man says calmly, his eyes flashing pure evil. “I didn’t think you had it in you.” Then he slowly smiles as he tells her, “You’ll do nicely, once given the proper motivation.”

“What? What do you mean… your apprentice?”

“It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it? The ones who value their lives more than all else. Those are the ones who make the best murderers.”

“I’m not a murderer. She tried to drown me. You saw it! I did what I had to do.”

“And if necessary you’ll do it again, am I right?”

“I’ll defend myself if that’s what you’re asking.” Already she’s rewritten the events in her head. “She tried to kill me. I fought her off. She suffered for it. The end.”

“Well done, my apprentice. I’ll contact you when I have need of another soul.” Then he turns and walks away.

Sarah blinks in confusion. “I’m not your apprentice! Do you hear me?? I’m not your apprentice!”

She does not hear his evil chuckle. Then he is gone.

“I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING APPRENTICE! DO YOU HEAR ME? I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO! AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN IF NEED BE!”

She turns and looks down into the pool. Sarah sees the fruits of her labor as Ashley lies on the bottom. One last part of her humanity tries to get through. But she brutally shoves it back down to a place no one can get to.

“I did what I had to do! You shouldn’t have attacked me, you stupid bitch! And I’ll do it again if anybody gets in my way.”

Sarah does not fully understand it. But she believes her life has suddenly taken an unexpected turn. It is a turn that will take her down a very dark path.

2008; 2020 (written Dec 20 ’08; ed. Aug 12 ‘20 by riwa)

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Antoinette breaks up with Terrie 3.4 (21)

Posted on October 12, 2026 by riwa

Antoinette thrust hard into her girlfriend while pulling tightly on the rope that strangled her. Terrie gawked and shuddered on her hands and knees. She could hardly breathe, but her cunt was clenching magnificently around the phallus being rammed deep inside her.

Antoinette seemed to love taunting her. “How about it, bitch? Going to cum for me as you die? I think that’s exactly what a slut like you should do. And I’m going to enjoy every damn minute of it. Now be a good snuff-slut and watch yourself in that full length mirror as I strangle the shit out of you.”

Terrie rasped and gurgled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Reflected back was a familiar face turned red with asphyxiation. Also reflected back was Antoinette’s look of sadistic lust in her eyes. There was no mercy in her expression. After this night, their relationship would be coming to an end.

“I know how much you love erotic asphyxiation, you stupid bitch. I’ve strangled you many times before. But I know you love to go out slumming around. So I think I’ll just end things between us right here and now. But not before I have a little fun one last time. How about it, bitch? Is this as much fun for you as it is for me?”

Antoinette rammed her girlfriend’s pussy harder. Terrie could feel it welling up inside her. Her mind told her to act in self-preservation. But her body reacted to the pleasure of her painful asphyxiation.

“Just look at yourself in the mirror, bitch! See how red your face is? See how your eyes roll up into the back of your head? That’s from the pleasure of my strap-on raping your slutty cunt as I strangle the shit out of you. You fucking love it, don’t you?”

In response, Terrie went into orgasmic seizures. Her vision diminished as her lungs screamed at her for a single breath. Pleasure mixed with pain, blinding her to the danger of her situation.

The rope around her neck eased off. Terrie gulped a couple breaths of air. The color returned to her face. But the strap-on was still ramming her cunt with all the fury of an angry girlfriend.

“Was it good for you too, bitch? You sure climaxed hard that time as you lost your fucking breath. You love it, don’t you? Let’s see if I can strangle another cum out of you, shall we?”

The rope tightened once more around her throat. Terrie watched the woman in the mirror reach up in desperation to loosen the coil from around her neck. “Oh no!” Antoinette laughed as she pulled harder. “You don’t want to breathe, you stupid bitch! You want to cum! Isn’t that right?”

Antoinette yanked hard on the rope. Terrie’s breath was all but cut off again. Her eyes rolled as her cunt clenched around the strap-on raping pleasure into her body.

Her mind screamed out for Antoinette to ease up on her. But her body instinctively thrust back against the strap-on ramming deep inside her. She was torn between two emotions… and breathless pleasure was threatening to win out.

“Got another one in there for me, bitch? I’m pretty damned sure you do. So watch the girl in the mirror as she cums for me. How does that sound?”

Terrie looked into the mirror. Reflected back was the face of a woman deeply strangled. Her face was red, her eyes starting to roll into the back of her head.

Behind her thrust the anger of a former lover. Antoinette was furious with her. But the mixture of pain, asphyxiation, and pleasure had her brain all jumbled up as it sent mixed messages to her muscles.

Terrie shuddered again as another climax overwhelmed her. It was enough to batter her senseless. For a moment she lost all track of where she was and what was happening to her.

A fresh breath flowed down her windpipe. Terrie coughed as consciousness returned. She was still on her hands and knees… and getting sore all over.

Antoinette remained right behind her. It was as it her girlfriend had become one with the strap-on. Terrie felt like she was being fucked with a vengeance.

“Feel it that time, did you? Feel death calling to you? You want to submit to it, don’t you?”

Terrie reached up in an effort to loosen the rope from around her throat. Antoinette laughed maniacally as she pulled harder. Terrie’s breath was all but cut off again.

“That’s not what you want, bitch! You want to cum; remember? Your brain can’t process anything but how good it feels and how many more orgasms you wish to endure; am I right?”

The rope tightened dramatically. Terrie tried to pry it loose. Once more her cunt throbbed from a terrible fire of pleasure and agony.

“Look in the mirror, bitch! See that slut looking back at you? You know she wants to cum again, don’t you? Why don’t you help her out?”

Terrie looked at herself in the mirror. Her brain sent more mixed messages. That’s when her hand strangely pulled away from her throat.

She reached back underneath between her legs. She found her incredibly swollen button and began to swirl it with her fingers. Painful pleasure blossomed yet again.

Antoinette’s reflection laughed cruelly. “That’s what I thought, you stupid bitch! You can hardly think straight anymore; am I right? You want that next orgasm, no matter the cost! So let’s see you snuff yourself for it!”

The strap-on rammed her harder. Terrie pushed back against it as she furiously fingered her swollen nub. Then she reflexively stretched her neck forward as though desperately trying to strangle herself even more against the rope around her throat.

“Stupid slut. That’s right. Strangle yourself as you cum for me again!”

Terrie deliberate stretched her chest forward as she pushed her ass back against the thrusting strap-on. The rope closed off her windpipe. That’s when she became dizzy and disoriented as more painful pleasure began to swell deep inside her.

She saw a woman’s reflection desperately trying to strangle herself. It seemed totally counter-productive, especially since it looked like the crazy bitch’s face was turning red. It filled Terrie with a perverse thrill.

She could not help herself. Her addled brain cried out, “STRANGLE YOURSELF, YOU SEXY BITCH! CUM ALL OVER THAT STRAP-ON FUCKING YOUR CUNT! WHAT A FUCKING ASPHYXIA-WHORE!”

Her breath was cut off again. It swelled painfully inside her. Then Terrie was cumming up a storm, cumming so hard that she was battered senseless yet again.

She regained consciousness about twenty seconds later. The rope was not so tight around her throat. She could breathe again, although it was somewhat restricted.

Antoinette fucked her nice and slow from behind. Terrie could feel her senses trying to return to normal. But prolonged asphyxiation was interfering with signals from the brain.

She was aware of the rope around her neck. She needed to remove it if she wanted to be able to breathe normally. But a perverse part of her wanted it to remain due to the intense orgasms being triggered deep inside her.

Once more she looked at the woman in the mirror. Her reflection seemed just as confused. The desire to breathe… or the desire for more deliciously painful orgasms?

Antoinette laughed. “Can’t make up your mind, you stupid bitch? Lack of oxygen killing off too many brain cells? Here; let me help you decide.”

The rope tightened deliciously around her neck. Terrie rasped for breath. The strap-on began thrusting harder, fueled by lustful anger.

At first Terrie reached up for the rope around her throat. She really needed to breathe. “You know you don’t want that!” Antoinette cackled with sadistic glee. “You want to cum again, don’t you?”

Terrie’s lungs heaved in her chest. She really did need to breathe. So why the hell was she reaching back with her hand into her crotch?

She found her swollen button and began furiously swirling it with her fingers. She pushed back against the thrusting phallus without a second’s thought. At the same time, she instinctively stretched her neck forward as though trying to help strangle herself.

“That’s what I thought!” Antoinette cackled with sadistic glee. “Cums are more important than breathing. Here, let me help you with that. Make sure that bitch in the mirror cums hard this time; ok?”

Antoinette pulled harder on the rope. At the same time, she began feverishly raping Terrie’s cunt with her strap-on. She really wanted to hurt her cheating girlfriend. Unfortunately, it was all too clear how much the crazy bitch loved it.

Terrie was numb to everything but the pleasure that consumed her. Her lungs screamed in her chest. But that only made her want to strangle herself all the harder.

She needed to refill her aching lungs. But the less she breathed, the harder she came. Terrie lost more brain cells as she became consumed with experiencing that next orgasm.

Antoinette laughed as she looked at Terrie’s reflection in the mirror. The crazy bitch was furiously frigging herself. At the same time, she actually seemed to be stretching herself forward as though wanting to strangle herself.

“Whore! Fucking slut! All you want is that next orgasm, even if it kills you! How many times did you go slumming just to find some bitch or bastard to strangle your ass while fucking you? You fucking love it, don’t you?”

Antoinette pulled hard on the rope. A part of Terrie desperately wanted to breathe. But the oxygen-deprived part of her brain cried out for more.

She fingered her swollen nub hard as she leaned forward while pushing her ass back into the strap-on fucking her. Terrie’s windpipe was closed off yet again; once more she couldn’t breathe. That just meant she was going to cum that much harder as she instinctively tried to strangle herself against the rope Antoinette was pulling on.

Terrie looked into the mirror and saw the woman fucking her from behind lean closer. Lips brushed against her right ear. Then she heard Antoinette whisper, “I know what we should do next. I’m going to make you cum as I strangle you to death. Then I’m going to see how many times I can get a reaction out of your corpse. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

A part of Terrie’s mind reacted negatively as her eyes flew open in horror. She wanted to breathe, pull sweet air down into her convulsing lungs. Instinctively she tried to reach up to loosen the rope around her throat, partly bracing herself on one hand as well as her knees.

Antoinette cackled sadistically into her ear. “That’s not what you want and you know it. You want to cum so fucking hard, don’t you? You want to cum for your dear, sweet sadistic Antoinette, don’t you? You want to cum yourself to death, am I right?”

Antoinette helped by loosening the rope from around her girlfriend’s neck. Terrie absentmindedly traced a finger along the length of the coil against her bruised flesh. A part of her mind begged her to rethink her decision. But it was too late as she instinctively stretched herself forward, tightening the rope once more around her own throat.

“That’s what I thought,” Antoinette chuckled into her ear. “You want to cum one last time as you die for me; right? That’s what I want too, you stupid bitch. Now watch the woman in the mirror orgasm as she strangles the bitch on her knees. Then watch that same, stupid bitch cum herself to death as the very life is strangled right out of her.”

Antoinette leaned back as she began thrusting home her strap-on. Terrie clenched with her pussy as she instinctively fucked back. Then Antoinette pulled on the rope around her girlfriend’s throat.

Terrie’s hand instinctively rose up to her neck, her lungs protesting once more. “That’s not what you want,” Antoinette reminded her. “You want to cum for your girlfriend as you strangle yourself to death; remember? Isn’t that right?”

Terrie’s oxygen deprived brain sent confusing signals. She finally lowered her hand from her throat, only to reach back with it toward her swollen nub. She wanted that strangled bitch in the mirror to cum so fucking bad. And she wanted that sexy bitch doing the strangling to really enjoy it.

Terrie leaned forward against the rope around her neck as she stared at the strangled bitch in the mirror. “Die for Antoinette!” her mind declared. “Strangle yourself for her pleasure, you sexy bitch! Experience the biggest orgasm of your fucking life as you cum for her! She deserves it!”

Terrie rasped for breath. All reason had fled, too many brain cells having been killed off. Now all she wanted was for that bitch looking back at her to strangle herself into a fatal orgasm as she died for her girlfriend.

Pleasure settled in and began to build. Terrie reached the point where she could hardly breathe anymore. But the sexy bitch in the mirror looked like she was suffering far, far worse.

“Fuck – fuck – fuck! Cum for me, you sexy bitch! Strangle yourself as you die on my fuck-stick!” If anything, Antoinette thrust even harder as she cried out her enthusiasm.

Terrie’s vision began to blur. She could see the woman in the mirror suffering immensely. She was conscious enough to tell her, “That’s it! Come for my Antoinette, you sexy bitch! Then strangle yourself and die!”

Antoinette began to cry out as she violently rammed the strap-on hard into her fading girlfriend. “DIE, YOU FUCKING WHORE! STRANGLE YOURSELF TO DEATH AS YOU CUM FOR ME!”

“CUM FOR ANTOINETTE!” Terrie’s mind cried out toward the reflection in the mirror. “CUM AND DIE, YOU HOT, SEXY BITCH!” Then the rope tightened around her throat until she couldn’t get any air at all.

Terrie went into seizures and convulsions. She could just make out the woman in the mirror cumming up a storm. Behind the strangled woman was the reflection of her girlfriend Antoinette, her face contorted with sadistic pleasure.

Terrie went from one orgasm right into the next. She could no longer see the woman looking back at her. All she was aware of was the insane need to take a deep, refreshing breath.

There was intense pain around her throat. Something massive kept ramming deep into her cunt. Then she found herself spiraling away into oblivion, screaming in her mind from a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Antoinette kept fucking Terrie from behind. She pulled so hard on the rope around her dying girlfriend’s throat that it lifted Terrie’s hands up off the floor. Her arms simply hung limp; she no longer seemed to care about trying to brace herself.

Antoinette pulled hard, furiously raping her dead girlfriend’s cunt. Reflected back in the mirror was a half-kneeling, strangled woman with a vacant expression of pleasure and confusion. Pendulous breasts shook back and forth from each thrust.

The corpse twitched and spasmed. Stray muscles fired. Liquid oozed out of the toy-filled slit.

Antoinette cried out with sadistic joy. She tried to pull harder on the rope. Terrie was almost lifted up onto her knees.

The lust-crazed woman kept fucking her dead girlfriend. Terrie responded with agonal spasms. Muscles twitched as more liquid oozed out of her swollen, toy-filled pussy.

Antoinette became maniacal. She just kept fucking the corpse of her former girlfriend. There was another agonal spasm.

“FUCKING HELL; SHE JUST CAN’T STOP CUMMING, EVEN IN DEATH!” Then Antoinette cried out another climax as she shuddered from head to toe.

She finally became exhausted. Antoinette eased off on the rope. Terrie’s head fell forward onto the ground with her ass sticking up.

Antoinette enthusiastically jerked on the rope, strangling an already dead Terrie. There were more agonal spasms. More liquid oozed out of the toy-filled cunt.

Antoinette tiredly loosened the strap-on from around her waist. She left it sticking out of her dead girlfriend’s soaked snatch. Then she went to go take a shower. She really needed to wash the stink of sex and death off her profusely sweating body before getting a much-needed drink to refresh herself.

2021 (written for Terrie Jan 17 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the drawing I included.)

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The evening party at the yacht 3.6 (27)

Posted on October 5, 2026 by riwa

Walter was not very handsome. Thus, he was not very popular with the ladies. But once he learned what it would take to become popular with them, he set his mind to it with a determination his colleagues admired.

He invested his money wisely until he was making millions upon millions of dollars. This certainly attracted the women. But he was still falling short in the looks and sex department.

Walter commissioned a yacht to be built, one with an observation room down in the bottom of the hull. He stocked it with a few erotic paintings, as well as a full liquor bar. Then he tried again.

This time, the women were a little more responsive. But he felt he was still lacking something that would really loosen up their inhibitions. So he had his manservant hire out several Badjao for the evening. He wanted them to put on a show for his private guests.

He invited over two of his lady-friends for the evening, women he wanted sexually, but had not yet been successful with. Massei and Yvonge were certainly well known around the Coral Sea for their sexual activities and exploits. Now he wanted to see what could be done about him having his way with them.

The four of them were down in the observation room having drinks when the Badjao arrived. There were three pairs who rigged up ropes to the surface of the yacht. Then they came down naked. That’s when they put on an underwater show, illuminated by powerful lights streaming down from the yacht’s exterior.

They swam around in front of the observation windows, touching each other in a sexual manner. The young men sported erections, while the young women exhibited erect nipples and flaring labia. This certainly had a stirring effect upon Massei and Yvonge.

The Badjao were occasionally pulled up to the surface by the ropes in the water. Sometimes they did not appear to need the ropes. But their ability to hold their breath underwater for impressive lengths of time soon became apparent.

There was a lot of touching and swimming around each other. The young women frequently grabbed the nearest erection, stroking the young man before swimming on to someone else. The occupants inside the observation room became more and more aroused at the sight of it.

A pair of male divers soon appeared on the scene. Apparently their purpose was to make sure there were no accidents or injuries. But the Badjao seemed quite content to swim around without their assistance.

Things got interesting when the young women in the water engaged in an impromptu blowjob contest with each other and their male companions. They sucked and bubbled in front of the observation windows. This greatly aroused those who were watching from the other side. Even the divers began sporting erections in their suits.

Massei and Yvonge were greatly impressed with the young women and their ability to hold their breath while sucking the cocks of their male companions. They became even more uninhibited, thanks in part to the liquor flowing freely. They soon stripped out of their clothes without much urging from Walter and his manservant.

Next, the Badjao switched places. Now it was the men who began orally pleasing the Badjao women, causing them to bubble with pleasure. This really aroused Massei and Yvonge.

Walter took this opportunity to service Massei while she sat naked in a chair with her legs spread. His manservant worked on pleasing the redheaded Yvonge. Outside the yacht in the water, the Badjao continued orally pleasing each other while the safety divers looked on.

The situation in the water reached a boiling point when two of the couples no longer seemed satisfied merely with oral pleasures. They began fucking each other right there at the bottom of the lagoon. One Badjao woman sat upright, riding the cock of her companion as he lay on the ocean floor. The other female Badjao lay flat upon her back while being fucked.

Massei still had Walter between her legs as she observed all this. She was rapidly warming to him. Seeing such brazen sexuality out in the water as the participants were forced to hold their breath was quite a turn-on for her.

One Badjao couple were seen 69ing in the water. Then she came off his cock and stroked him. That’s when he shot a load into the water.

Yvonge was pressed up against the glass, watching breathlessly as the manservant fucked her from behind. She kept gasping how erotic it was watching them hold their breath like that as they pleasured each other. She was aroused beyond belief at the sexuality on display in the lagoon.

The safety divers could only take so much of this. One finally reached around, pulled out the cock of his buddy, and began stroking it. They were clearly aroused by what was happening in the water right in front of them.

Massei looked out into the water at everything that was going on. Seeing the Badjaos fucking each other while being forced to hold their breath was quite the turn-on. The 69ing was only made more exciting when the female stroked the cum out of the male. That’s when she winced as she climaxed from the visual stimulation.

Massei finally reached the point where she wanted to get fucked. And Yvonge now wanted a tongue to pleasure her. So the manservant moved over to address Massei’s needs, as Walter went to use his tongue on the attractive redhead.

Now Massei was pressed up against the glass as the manservant fucked her from behind. She cried out at the arousing spectacle. Then she climaxed again.

Out in the water, the Badjao switched partners and groupings. Now one male had a female impaled on his cock as another squatted upon his face. Meanwhile, the other two male Badjao were spitting the third female from both ends, their cocks in her mouth and pussy.

Yvonge was hungrily sucking Walter’s cock as they lay in a 69 on top of each other when she looked up and saw the spectacle. She also saw the two male divers now 69ing each other. She could not help crying out, “They’re sucking; they’re sucking! That is so hot!”

She hungrily sucked on Walter until she got a mouthful of cum out of him. Meanwhile, his tongue made her shudder with pleasure. That’s when the female Badjao being fucked in her pussy and mouth let out a bubbly cry of orgasm until all three had to head to the surface to catch their breaths.

Yvonge sat on Walter’s dick as they watched the safety divers team up on a female Badjao. Massei continued fucking the manservant as she kept gawking out the window. Then she decided she wanted two cocks as well.

Yvonge separated from Walter so she could masturbate to the erotic sight outside the yacht. Walter and his manservant double-teamed Massei. She saw the safety divers pull out of the Badjao, cum leaking out of her mouth and cunt. It caused her to cry out in orgasm at such an erotic spectacle.

The evening progressed until everyone was sexually satisfied. The Badjao and safety divers received generous bonuses for their participation. And Massei and Yvonge begged to be allowed to return someday to witness another erotic spectacle.

3-23-24 Inspired by Roy Wolverine’s creation, as well as Oeff’s idea for the story.

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Another “angry moon” request 4.6 (26)

Posted on September 28, 2026 by riwa

I had no idea Louise’s pictures would prove to be so popular. They were out barely a week before I got another email from someone who went by the name of Cricket. She wanted to come in and participate in a photo shoot with me.

I set up a time for her. She came in a couple days later. When I asked for her name, she told me to just call her Cricket.

She looked at many of the pictures I’d taken in my photo spread, including those of Louise. Then she asked to see my gallows. So I took her down to my basement.

After she looked all around, she told me she loved the simplicity of my layout. Then she told me she was ready for her photo shoot. I said I had the time and that I could fit her in immediately.

She surprised me by asking if I could shoot her in the nude. I told her that would be ok with me and that I didn’t mind one bit. But I explained that I couldn’t afford to pay her very much, especially as it would depend on how much she was asking for.

She gave me a sly grin as she told me I would be more than able to afford her price. Curious, I asked what that price would be. “That would be the same price you paid Louise,” she replied with a knowing smile.

I blinked in confusion. “I know what you did to Louise,” she explained. “That’s why I’m here.” Then she removed all her clothes right there in front of me.

I wasn’t sure how to react as she finished undressing before standing there naked in front of me wearing only her black heels. Then she asked me how I felt about her sagging tits. I told her I didn’t have a single problem with them.

“They’ll bounce really good for you; won’t they?” she said with a coy look. I blinked again in confusion. Then I asked once more how much she wanted for this photo shoot.

“I want the same amount you paid Louise,” she reiterated. “You know… the ‘Angry Moon special’.”

I blinked again. Then it dawned on me. “Are you sure?” I asked as realization set in, along with a stirring in my pants. “Once a person goes so far, it’s usually much too late to change your mind.”

“Oh, I won’t be changing my mind,” she assured me with a sly smile.

I don’t know why. But the thought of hanging her to death naked made my cock really stiffen in my pants. My bulge became rather obvious.

“Let me set things up,” I blurted out hastily. Then I went around making sure the camera on my tripod was all set up. She just stood there waiting for me, that same sly smile on her face.

I finally brought a set of cuffs over. She did not resist in the slightest as I cuffed her wrists behind her back. Actually, she seemed quite enthusiastic about the whole thing.

“You like how I look?” she purred seductively.

“I’m trying not to like it too much,” I confessed in reply. She just laughed.

“Are you uncomfortable?” she wanted to know. I told her I was trying to be professional about everything.

“You know,” she offered. “I could help you with your problem if you wish.”

“My problem?” and I blinked again in confusion.

“Your pants,” she explained. “Why don’t you take it out?”

“Hunh?” But by then, she had carefully knelt right in front of me.

“C’mon – c’mon!” she insisted. “We haven’t got all day. You’ve got to get me hanging; remember?”

Once again, it took a moment for it to dawn on me what she was suggesting. So I hesitantly unzipped before pulling out my dick. She immediately latched onto it with her mouth, hungrily gobbling me down.

I had quite the load to give her. It wasn’t long before I came in her mouth. Afterwards, a little bit dripped onto her tits as cum clung to her lips.

“Yummy,” she panted as she rose to her feet. “When was the last time a model ever gave you any relief like that?”

“You would be the first,” I replied with a chuckle as I zipped back up.

She laughed as she walked over to the gallows. Then she carefully climbed the stairs while I went over to the tripod and the camera.

She paused to pose for me the moment I started taking pictures of her. “What’s with the smile?” I asked curiously. “The condemned aren’t usually so damned cheerful.”

“That’s because the condemned don’t always get to suck off their executioner, much less have his cum hanging off her lips and staining her boobs. That makes me feel special.”


I blushed when I realized I’d made a bit of a mess. “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me go get a rag to wipe that off for you.”

“That won’t be necessary. In fact, I kind of like it. It’s turning me on.”

“Oh, is it now?”

“You have no idea,” she admitted. “I came here wanting to escape from the chaos of what’s coming with this angry moon business. But I had no idea it would turn out to be so damned erotic.”

“Me neither,” I confessed. She just chuckled again.

She stepped up onto the platform in her heels. Then she posed in front of the noose. It dangled right in front of her as I snapped off a few more pictures.

“You’re really not afraid?” I queried.

She replied, “Oh, I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t all nervous as hell. But I’m also incredibly aroused. So I thought I’d go with that instead.”


“Works for me,” I said to her with a smile. Her cheerfulness was making it easy.

I snapped off a few more photos. Then I asked, “Anything else before I noose you up?”

“Uh… why don’t you get something to tie my ankles with.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure; why not?”

I went over and fetched a strap. Then I walked up to her and secured her ankles together. “Like that?” I finally asked when I was done. She nodded quietly.

I climbed up onto the gallows. I went behind her where I carefully looped the noose around her throat. Then I climbed back down to go take more photos.

“How do I look?” she wanted to know as she posed for me.

“Pretty sexy standing there naked like that,” I replied as I snapped off a couple more.

“Good,” she panted. “I want to give the customers a good show. Now I suppose you’d better come up here and tighten this noose before you drop me. It feels kind of loose.”


“Force of habit,” I explained to her as I walked back over to the gallows. “I always leave it loose just to make sure there are no accidents when my models ‘drop’.”

She smiled coyly at me again. “Well, I want there to be an ‘accident’ when I drop, just like there was with Louise.”

“Do you really?” I ask as I climbed onto the gallows, moving behind her to securely tighten the noose.

“That’s why I’m here,” she panted. Then she backed into me and ground against my growing bulge.

“Gawd!” she gasped breathlessly. “I wish I could take care of that for you again. But there just isn’t time. I have to get on with the business of hanging for you and your customers.”

Something made me wrap my hands around her from behind, groping her mounds. She gasped and moaned. Then I reached down and fingered her slit.

She writhed and squeezed against my fingers. Then I stepped back. “Was that ok?” I asked carefully. “I don’t want to be accused of molesting anyone.”

She chuckled as she told me, “That was just fine. I kind of enjoyed it. Besides, I don’t think I’m going to be alive long enough to complain to anybody.”

“That’s true.” Then I told her, “Now I’m gonna need you to step back off the trap.”

“Step back?” she murmured, shaking her head in puzzlement. “I… I don’t understand.”

“I don’t actually have a drop to my gallows,” I explained to her. “In her photo shoot, Louise didn’t drop. She stepped off.”

“She stepped off?” That’s when Cricket showed her first signs of anxiety.

She shuffled back for me until she was off the trap. Then I carefully opened it up for her. That’s when she looked down to notice the opening.

She saw the little wooden platform where my models normally stood as they posed in their ‘hanged’ look. “They stand on that while I take pictures of them looking hanged,” I told her. “However, your noose is just as tight as the one Louise wore. That means once you step off, the rope will pull you up short. Thus, your feet are not going to reach that platform down below.”

Cricket glanced down again. Now she was breathing heavily. “Gawd!” she panted breathlessly. “You’re gonna… I mean… you’re actually gonna make me step off??”

“I know your ankles are strapped. But you should be able to accomplish that. Besides, it’s the only way I can guarantee you really want to hang of your own accord.”

She gulped and nodded. But I still sensed hesitation. “Have you changed your mind?” I asked compassionately. She just shook her head.

“Right now, it’s dangerous having the noose so tight around your throat. Should you fall through, you’ll definitely hang. That’s why I’m real careful with the models in here. They end up standing on the floor through the trap before I’ll even put the noose back around their necks.”

“ ‘You’re careful’?” she repeated quietly. Then she panted, “I mean… except for those who want to go all the way; right?”

“Like Louise,” I replied. “…and you, of course. Are you still game?” I wanted to give her every opportunity to back out.

“Just get back over to your camera and start taking pictures before I change my mind; ok? I want this photo shoot to be every bit as good as Louise’s was.”

“I’m flattered. You think it was that good?”

“I think it was. So I want mine to be even better.”

“Jealous are we?”

“Maybe a little,” she admitted.

“Ok; suit yourself.”

I got down off the gallows and went over to my tripod I’d set up. Then I started taking more pictures of her. Cricket just stood there panting for breath.”

“Having second thoughts?” I asked again. “Want me to come up there and set you free?”

“Oh, I’m having thoughts all right,” she panted. “Thoughts of having recently sucked your cock… thoughts of your cream on my tits and my lips… thoughts of you groping and fondling me… thoughts of the way you fingered me… thoughts of how tight this noose is around my neck right now… thoughts how I’ll be dead in a few minutes… and thoughts of all those guys out there wanking off to my pictures.”

I smiled and chuckled. But I still had to make sure as I asked, “Wanna back out?”

She paused for a long moment. Then she seemed to fall forward. That’s when she fell off the edge into the opening.

The noose grabbed her, pulling her up short. Her feet dangled through the opening of the trap. That’s when she rasped and gurgled.

I immediately began snapping photo after photo. A part of me was tempted to call out to her asking if she wanted me to save her. But this time, I didn’t. And she didn’t once try to call out to me to interrupt her hanging.

She put on quite a show. And her boobs did bounce quite a bit. It was so erotic that my cock ached in my pants.

After a while, she finally settled down. Cricket eventually dangled quietly, her head tipped to one side. There was a faint smile on her face that made me hope she’d enjoyed herself.


I shot a couple more photos of her dangling. Then I went up to her and swung her body around. I wanted to get photos of her backside.


After taking more photos, I went back up to the gallows. I climbed up and went over to her. Then I started feeling her up. After all, she’d told me she wouldn’t be alive to complain to anyone. And I didn’t think she would mind.

I finally had to go off to a corner and masturbate. I stared at her the entire time as I jerked one off. Then I called the Angry Moon disposal unit. After all, they hadn’t said a word about Louise. So I figured they weren’t going to complain about Cricket.

7/9/25 Inspired by photos from ZW and Retrotek’s House of Gaspers.

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The kidnapping 3.9 (27)

Posted on September 21, 2026 by riwa

Fred’s wife was late getting home from shopping… again. He could only wonder how much she’d spent this time. No matter how much he tried talking to her about it, he simply could not get her to stop spending so much.

He’d lost romantic feelings for her long ago. But it was just as obvious she’d lost romantic feelings for him as well. Now, it seemed she was content just to spend his money.

It got later in the evening, and she still had not gotten home. He was tempted to go over and visit his mistress Gracie. Every time his wife went out shopping, he got the urge to go seek comfort in her arms.

It was after 10 pm when he finally got a text from his wife. But it was not what he’d been expecting. It was someone saying they had his wife and that he’d better come up with some money fast or she was going to be in very big trouble.

At first, he was concerned. Someone must have followed her, knowing she had access to a lot of money. Then he thought better of it.

“This is a scam” he texted back. The response was “See for yourself.” A moment later, he received a picture of a naked woman in a tank with a glass front, a woman who looked very much like his wife, with chains around her knees. They must have been using her phone to send the picture to him.

It certainly looked like her. But he was still concerned it could all be fake. AI was all the rage these days. It was possible someone had made an image of her just to scam him.

“Nice AI” he texted back. A moment later, the tank started to fill with water. The woman inside let out a shriek before begging him to pay the kidnappers off.

Fred thought it over. Then he decided to call Gracie. Maybe she could give some input on the matter.

When he reached her, he told her someone had his wife and were threatening to drown her while he helplessly watched. “Drown her??” Gracie blurted out excitedly. “Don’t go away; I’ll be right over!”

Gracie made it over to his house in record time. By the time she arrived, the tank was nearly half full of water. When she knocked on his door, he let her right in.

“Someone really kidnapped her?” she asked in disbelief. So he showed her the image on his iPhone.

“Is that real?” she wanted to know.

“Looks real,” he replied. “But with AI these days, there’s no telling whether it’s real or fake.”

“Why don’t you call her and see if she’s all right?”

Fred blinked in surprise. Then he hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. “That’s a good idea, Gracie. I’m such an idiot.”

He was about to dial her number when his mistress suddenly reached out a hand to stop him. “Wait a minute, Fred.”

“Wait? But you said I should call her!”

“I know, but…”

She slowly led him over to the sofa where they sat down together. Gracie was mesmerized by the image on his iPhone. Fred just frowned at her.

“Gracie? What’s going on? What are you thinking? What should I do?”

“Gawd; that’s so hot!” she panted as she stared at the image on the iPhone. “Just look at her in there. You think they’re really gonna do it? You think they’d really drown your wife?”

“I don’t know,” Fred remarked thoughtfully.

Gracie affectionately put her hand on his arm. Then she calmly asked, “Fred? Tell me the truth. Do you really want to get her back?”

“What are you saying?! Of course I want to get her back! I…” Then he paused to think about it.

Gracie affectionately squeezed his hand. “Fred, I… this is going to sound terrible, but… could we… I mean… could we watch them drown her?”

“Honey, are you serious?”

“What if it’s just an AI image?”

“Well what if it’s not?”

“I’m serious. Do you really want to get her back?”

Fred blinked as he thought about it for a moment. “Let me try something,” he finally remarked. Then he sent a message to the kidnappers, saying he was impressed with how well they had created the appearance of his wife by using AI, making her appear naked in a tank of rising water.

In response, they began adding even more water. The tank filled a little faster, causing the woman trapped inside to cry out. The water was now climbing her bare chest.

Fred was sent a text where to send the money. All he had to do was use his phone. Any delay would likely cause even more stress on his wife. Didn’t he love her? After all, couldn’t he see how full the tank was getting?

Fred showed the texts to his mistress. But Gracie was panting heavily for breath. “Gawd; is she really going to drown in there? I can’t believe how hot that is!”

The water level continued to climb. Now it had reached her neck. The woman in the tank cried out to her husband, begging him to hurry up and pay them so they would drain the tank.

Fred thought about sending the money. Then he thought about sending another text first. Gracie saw his hesitation, and she reached out to stop him.

“Wait a minute, Fred. What if… what if they take your money and then drown her anyway?” Fred blinked again, not having considered that possibility.

“Maybe I’d better do something,” he said as he got ready to punch in some numbers.

“Don’t!” his mistress cried out, grabbing his arm.

“Honey, they’re going to drown her!”

“I know that, darling!” she pleaded anxiously. “It’s just that I… Gawd, I’m so turned on right now! Aren’t you?”

They both watched as the water level continued to climb. “Running out of time” came the next text.

“Ignore it!” Gracie gasped. Then she grabbed his arm as she added, “Please, Fred? For… for me?”

The water reached his wife’s chin. She winced as she cried out for her husband to do something. Now she was clearly starting to hyperventilate.

Fred suddenly noticed Gracie shedding clothes. “Honey? What are you doing?”

“Gawd; that is so hot!” she breathed. “I can’t believe how turned on I am! Aren’t you?” And with that, she frantically began helping Fred out of his clothes.

Once they were fully undressed, they both watched the image on the iPhone as the water continued to rise. Somehow his wife was partially mobile. She was able to lift herself up inside the tank to get a breath.

She looked like she was in an awkward position. So she came back down into her forced crouch position. But once she did that, they saw the water level was above her mouth, tickling the base of her nose.

They watched her snort water out of her nose. Then she rose up even more. She was actually able to tip her head back enough to get a decent breath.

For now, they could see she still had access to the air pocket above her. It was difficult with the chains around her legs as the tank continued to fill. But at least she could do it.

Better hurry. There’s not much time left… For the moment, the text was ignored.

Soon, there were only a few inches of air left up at the top. Fred’s wife kept lifting herself up to tip her head back and breathe from the air pocket. But every time she got tired, she would end up crouching fully submerged in the tank, forced to hold her breath as she tried to rest.

“Gawd; just look at her!” Gracie gasped. Now she was excitedly fingering her pussy. “I really wanna watch her drown! Can we watch your wife drown, Fred?”

His wife cried out bubbles underwater. Fred could tell she was struggling. But he was also strangely turned on at her plight.

She soon stopped calling for help. She was too busy trying to breathe from the diminishing air pocket. Then she would get a big breath and submerge to rest at the bottom of the tank.

The kidnappers sent another warning. They said his wife looked like she was getting tired, and would not be able to keep catching her breath much longer. Besides, the air pocket was nearly gone.

Gracie read the text. Then she panted, “Don’t answer it, Fred. Let’s call their bluff. Let’s see if they’re really gonna drown her!”

They watched as the water slowly rose higher. Fred’s wife really had to struggle to get a decent breath. The air pocket was rapidly diminishing.

Send us the money. There’s still time to save your wife.

“Fred; don’t!” Gracie panted as she fingered herself like crazy. “Gawd, this is so exciting! I want to cum the moment she starts drowning! Gawd; I’m ready to explode!”

Another text message arrived, telling Fred where to sent the money electronically. “Don’t do it!” his mistress begged. “Let her drown, Fred; let her drown! They’re probably gonna drown her anyway; am I right?”

They watched his wife rise up and struggle to get another decent breath. She all but pushed her mouth up through one of the openings in the grate above her. Then she came back down and crouched, trying to rest.

She lost bubbles out of her mouth and nose as she tried to hold her breath. “That has GOT to be her last breath!” Gracie panted excitedly. “There’s hardly any more air up there now! Let her drown, Fred! Please… do it for me?”

Last chance, the text read. In reply, his mistress begged, “Let her drown, Fred; let her drown!” But by then, Fred had already made up his mind.

His wife rose back up to find the air pocket. But now it was virtually gone. She tried to stick her mouth through one of the holes up in the grate. But she gasped and sputtered, unable to get the breath she truly needed.

“Gawd; she’s gonna drown now!” Grace panted excitedly, squirming like crazy.

His wife suddenly thrashed about, apparently having gotten water down her throat. Then she started coughing and bubbling. That’s when she sank back down into the tank in her usual crouch, bubbles trickling out of her nose.

Too late. This is all your fault for not paying us…

Fred’s wife looked out through the glass in desperation. She shook her head and screamed much of her breath away. Then she began gulping like a fish out of water as she started convulsing painfully.

“Fuck – she’s drowning!” Fred’s mistress cried out with delight. “That is so hot!” Then she cried out in orgasm as she furiously fingered herself.

By now, Gracie had noticed how hard her lover’s dick had become. As his wife continued to drown, she dropped to her knees and immediately started sucking like crazy. She wanted to do this for her lover. Besides, Fred’s eyes were now glued to the image of his drowning, bubbling wife.

Gracie excitedly swallowed his dick. But she kept fingering herself the entire time. A moment later, Fred left a load in her mouth as his wife grunted, glubbed and drowned

She hungrily gulped it down. Then she looked at the image on the screen. His wife was staring in lifeless horror, occasionally hitching and spasming as the occasional bubble slipped out through her parted lips.

“Fuck; that was hot!” she panted. “You must have secretly enjoyed it too, honey. You sure gave me one hell of a mouthful!”

Gracie slowly reached over and shut off Fred’s iPhone. “Show’s over, baby,” she purred seductively. “Now you don’t have a wife to spend you into the poor house any more. That is, unless it was all AI and she’s on her way back home.”

“I don’t think she’s coming home,” Fred said numbly as he stared at the dark screen to his iPhone.

“Yeah, but I’ll soon be cumming in your home,” his mistress giggled as she took him by the hand, pulled him up off the sofa and led him to the bedroom.

11/13/24 Inspired by the pic from Insex.

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An “angry moon” request 4.2 (33)

Posted on September 14, 2026 by riwa

I’m a photographer. I take pictures of realistic hanging scenes and post them to a website. Women volunteer to be my models, and I pay them what I can. But I don’t make much money at it.

I’ve had some models who’ve been quite enthusiastic. Perhaps they have a hanging fetish. All I know is they usually get into the spirit of things.

My photography studio is in my basement. I have a small gallows with a brick wall background. It works great, as my customers enjoy the background to the pictures I take. The models enjoy it as well.


I had no idea things were going to take the turn they did. Maybe I should have anticipated this. I suppose it’s because of all this angry moon business.

That big hunk of rock is going to crash into earth someday. I guess the orbit is decaying. This has depressed a lot of people who’ve apparently decided to end themselves before the planet really starts going crazy with quakes and volcanoes and tsunamis and the like.

Anyway, I got this email from a woman named Louise. She asked if I was still taking pictures. I told her I was, and that she was welcome to come visit my studio for a session.

I never expected her to show up the very next day. And she came prepared. She had a rather sexy outfit she said she wanted to hang in.

I took her down to my basement and showed her my setup. She was immediately taken with the whole thing. She actually gasped when she saw the noose dangling there.

She smiled as she turned and posed for me before asking, “Do you like what I’m wearing? Will it work for a hanging down here?”

She was wearing a black top with cups that were see-thru enough to see her breasts. She wore a very short red skirt. And she was wearing lacy fishnet stockings with black high-heeled boots that went well up her calves.

“What’s not to like?” I replied enthusiastically. “Your outfit is perfect!”

This seemed to please her. “Do you really thing so? I mean… will your customers like it?”

“They’re going to love it,” I told her reassuringly.

“Good,” she replied eagerly. “I can’t wait to get started!”

“Ok. Let’s get going then.”

I set up my cameras and started taking pictures. Then I got her into a set of handcuffs. “This is giving me the tingles,” she told me with a smile as she posed for me. I didn’t tell her it was giving me more than that.

I took pictures of her as she climbed up onto the gallows. I got a good one of her eyeing the noose. But the look on her face was not one of fear. Strangely, it was more of excitement.


I took several more pictures as she took up a position on the gallows. I even got a few where the noose framed her face. She remained enthusiastic throughout the whole ordeal.

After I finished snapping pictures, she coyly told me, “I’m ready for my closeup now, Mr. Executioner.” I chuckled as I went forward. Then I noosed her up.

She gasped excitedly as I went back down and snapped off a few more pictures. She spread her legs a little and posed for me. I could tell her nipples were hard as they poked through her outfit.


She looked down at the platform she was standing upon. “How does this work?” she finally asked.

I told her I usually had the model step aside. Then I opened the trap. Afterwards, I would place the model upon the little landing below before taking more pictures as they posed for me.

“I see,” she replied thoughtfully. “So you’ve never really hanged anyone in here for real then?”

“Not at all,” I laughed. “That would be murder. Besides, I would have to find a way to dispose of the body.

“With all the Angry Moon disposal units out there, that wouldn’t be a problem for you now; would it?”

I tilted my head as I looked at her kind of funny. Then I agreed, “No, I suppose that wouldn’t. But that thought has never crossed my mind.”

“I’m surprise it hasn’t,” she replied. “Have you ever hanged anyone by accident in here? Even once?”

“I’m always careful with the rope,” I told her. “I carefully measure it to make sure it’s not strangling the model or anything like that.”

“So no one’s ever fallen through the trap by accident and hanged themselves?”

“No,” I reassured her. “I always make sure the rope is loose enough. I usually wait until the model is in position before I tighten it.”

“Couldn’t you tighten it before your model stepped through the opening? I mean… to make sure she hanged herself?”

I blinked again as I looked at her. “Theoretically, I suppose. But who would want to risk strangling to death in my noose?”

“I would,” she replied with a knowing grin.

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“My affairs are all in order. No one’s ever going to miss me if I die. Hell, no one’s going to be around to miss any of us after the moon hits us; am I right?”

“I see your point,” I told her. “But still…”

“How hard would it be to tighten this noose enough to hang me once I stepped off?” Then she looked over at the cleat on the side of the gallows before adding, “It looks like all you would have to do is wrap it around a few times so it doesn’t come loose. Am I right?”

“I suppose so, Louise.”

“Then why don’t you come up here and try it out, just to take a few pictures?”

I blinked again as she smiled at me. Then I told her, “Uh… what if you fall?”

“What if I did?” she replied with a sly grin. “I’ll bet you’d get some great pictures; am I right? Besides, there’s a certain part of your body that seems really excited about the possibility.”

I frowned and shook my head as I told her, “You leave that ‘certain part of my body’ out of this!”

She just laughed before motioning with her head. “C’mon up here and make things tighter, ok? I wanna make sure you get some great pictures.”

“It’s too dangerous, Louise.”

“But it’s my photo shoot, and I insist. Please?”

Naturally I hesitated. “Pretty please?” she pleaded. That’s when I reluctantly went up to her.

She thanked me as I made the rope nice and snug around her throat. “Just like that,” she panted breathlessly. “Gawd! You have no idea what this is doing to me.” Then she looked at me and grinned as she added, “But I can certainly see what effect it’s having on you.”

“I just take the pictures,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t do this if you didn’t love your work; am I right?”

“Oh, shut up.”

I went back to the camera on my tripod and started shooting pictures. “Gawd!” she rasped. “You really do have this nice and tight.”

“It’s what you wanted; am I right?” I replied somewhat sarcastically by using her own words back at her.

“Just one last thing,” she told me. “I want you to take all the pictures you can. Then I want you to put them out for all your happy customers to enjoy.”

“I already plan on doing that.”

“Now I don’t want you to stop me,” she warned. “This is my photo shoot, so this is my request. Just let things happen; ok?”

“Ok… I suppose.” Then she shocked the hell out of me by stepping off the edge into the opening.

The noose immediately tightened, preventing her heels from reaching the bottom through the opening to the trap. Then she started to gawk.

Instinctively, I stepped away from the camera to rush to her aid. “PICTURES!” she rasped, interrupting me from saving her. “TAKE…. PICTURES!”

I had to make myself step back behind the camera. Then I started snapping off photos like crazy. They certainly looked a lot more realistic than the way I usually posed my previous models.

Her head tipped to the side as she looked upward at the top of the gallows. “You ok?” I called out. She just rasped, “KEEP….. TAKING…. PICTURES!”


I snapped shot after shot until she began to wriggle and gyrate. Then she thrust her hips outward. “CUMMING!” she rasped through her pain.

“I’m taking you down!” I declared, even as my erection strained in my pants.

“No! Let…. me…… hang!”

“But…”

“Better than… angry… moon…”

I didn’t know what else to do. So I kept snapping pictures. Besides, it was such a shameful turn-on.

Her eyes closed as she settled down and dangled quietly. Her body gave off the occasional tremor or muscle spasm. There was something in her expression that indicated she had no regrets whatsoever about what she’d done.


I left her there as I took more pictures. I waited until I was sure she was no longer with us. Then I took her down.

I splayed her out along the side of my gallows. Somehow she seemed at peace. Besides, I rationalized it had all been her request.


I finally called the Angry Moon disposal unit. They came and got her for me. They never uttered a peep as to what had happened to her, even though that mark around her neck was a dead giveaway. For them, I guess it was just another corpse to dispose of.

6/17/25 Inspired by pictures by ZW found at retrotek. Based on Naxos’ “Angry Moon” scenario.

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Seducing daddy in the pool 4.3 (30)

Posted on September 7, 2026 by riwa

Note: a short bonus story for this week.

It all started when my 19 year old daughter began skinny-dipping in our backyard pool whenever I was out lounging around. She always made sure I saw her. After a while I guess I sort of got used to it.

It escalated whenever I would go for a swim and she would see me in the pool. She would come running out, and would jump in naked and swim around me. Then she would often beg me to take her on underwater submarine rides.

She often got very handsy whenever we were in the water together. She would almost always touch me all over. I think she was trying to arouse me, and would frequently rub the bulge that always seemed to develop in my suit whenever she was in the water with me.

Soon, she was pulling my trunks off my legs whenever I was in the water with her, just so she could see my erection. She would touch it and bubble all around it. I guess she loved making her father hard.

She eventually wore me down. It got to the point where every time I went out for a swim, she would see me in the water and would come rushing out nude. Then she would jump into the pool with me and would start teasing me all over again by jerking my trunks down my legs, exposing my saluting erection.

It wasn’t long until she began experimenting with sucking my cock underwater. At first I resisted her. But she just kept at it.

I finally tried to discourage her by using the opposite approach. I started forcing her to suck it until bubbles spewed out of her mouth as her chest heaved. But instead of putting her off, that only turned her on even more until she learned to hold her breath long enough to actually swallow my cum underwater.

I gave up resisting her, mostly because it felt so good. I learned to be content with her aggressiveness. I even went out for my swims knowing she might see me and would rush out to tease and blow me underwater.

I loved the way my daughter sucked me underwater. I thought that would satisfy her. But she soon upped the ante.

One day during our naked swim together, she sucked my cock underwater. After getting a big breath, we submerged together, only for her to crawl into my lap. I was shocked when she impaled herself upon my erection.

I was not strong enough to resist her. Besides, she was incredible. She eagerly rode me like a wild filly while bubbling like crazy.

I could not resist cumming inside her. She was nice and tight, and it felt wonderful. I shamefully enjoyed my daughter’s sexual antics underwater as we both held our breath.

We did that for a couple weeks until I got to the point where I found myself looking forward to those swims. That’s when my daughter became a brat. She started refusing her daddy.

To begin with, I did not force her. I simply let her have her way. But I found it rather odd behavior.

It was odd because she kept coming out to swim with me in the nude. But her sexual antics diminished. It certainly came across as contradictory behavior.

One day, I was out in the pool when my daughter came out to join me for a naked swim. Naturally I became horny. It did not help that she teased the hell out of me, getting me all worked up.

She kept coming close to my erection with her mouth, only to pull away at the last second. She would bubble and then laugh after she surfaced. She thought it great fun to deny her father.

I finally reached the point where I’d had enough. I reacted by forcefully submerging her. Then I pushed my cock between her lips and fucked her skull underwater until my cream swirled out of her mouth, nearly drowning her.

I immediately felt bad and apologized to her. I told her we should never swim in the nude again. I said it wasn’t right to force her like that.

To my surprise, she apologized for her behavior. She said it wasn’t right being such a cunt to her father. She told me she just felt like being stubborn and ornery, and that she deserved what I’d done to her.

We played that strange game for many days. She would come out to the pool, get naked, and then relentlessly tease me. Then she would deny me.

Afterwards, I would feel obliged to force myself upon her. I would fuck her skull until she was left bubbling as she swallowed my cum. Later, she would apologize again for her rude behavior.

One day she came out and teased the hell out of me. As usual, when I wanted a sexual release, she acted like a brat. But I’d finally had enough.

I rammed my cock into her from behind as I bent her over in the water. I fucked her hard while her head was submerged and she couldn’t breathe. She bubbled like crazy as her cunt clenched wonderfully around my swollen member.

She began to spew huge geysers of bubbles as she struggled in my grasp. But I refused to let her up. The bubbles really came up as she began heaving from drowning convulsions.

Her cunt savagely milked the cream right out of me until she went limp in my grasp. So I hauled her to the side of the pool, got her out of the water and did CPR on her. I quickly revived her, only for her to apologize yet again for her terrible behavior.

She told me she was scared and that she really suffered. But my actions made her terribly excited, leaving her feeling incredibly aroused. She said she did not deserve the orgasm she experienced while she was drowning, and she once again apologized.

I thought that would end things, that she would go back to being daddy’s girl by pleasing him in the water. Instead, that only made things worse. Now she would come out into the water, deliberately teasing and goading me as though she wanted to be punished.

She would play with my cock, deliberately teasing me before pulling away. So I would skull-fuck her face. Sometimes I would even give her what I referred to as a good, old-fashioned fuck-drown.

The punishments varied. Sometimes I would simply hold her under until she coughed up bubbles. Sometimes I made her gurgle with my cock shoved down her throat. But many times I drowned her with my cock up her cunt. I’m ashamed to admit that one time, she was such a brat that I actually fucked her ass as I drowned her.

She would always apologize after each incident. But I’ve come to suspect the truth. She loves it when she goads her daddy.

She loves being a brat. She loves it when I force her under. And she loves it when I fuck the ever-loving shit out of her while drowning her sorry ass.

She always cums hard whenever I skull-fuck her face underwater until she’s coughing up bubbles. She cums hard whenever my cock is inside her as she drowns. She seems to love it whenever I get rough with her in our backyard pool.

Maybe that’s because I’ve come to learn the orgasms she and I both experience together are the most intense whenever I’m drowning her.

Written 6-9-20; ed. 4-9-25

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Black-suited women 3.7 (16)

Posted on September 7, 2026 by riwa

Anna took a deep breath before jack-knifing downward. She kicked with long, smooth strokes of her legs, her dive fins propelling her downward. She released a couple bubbles as she pinched her nose-piece to her dive mask to equalize.

She finned past a ledge situated six meters down. She could feel the pressure upon her body as she continued downward. But she was aiming to go even deeper, past a second ledge at the ten meter mark.

She got there and kept going, finning with slow, deliberate movements. She was taking her time reaching the bottom. The increasing pressure made her body parts tingle.

She bottomed out at twenty meters, proud of her accomplishment. Then she turned and slowly made her way back to the surface. Anna released a few bubbles along the way as the pressure against her body decreased.

She passed the lower ledge and kept on going. How many times had she worked just to get herself there? Now she was making it all the way to the bottom.

She slowly approached the upper ledge. She had long ago reached that ledge, her first challenge. Now she was among the few who could make it all the way down and back on one breath.

As she worked her way past the first ledge, she looked up and saw two female free-divers coming down. Both wore black one-piece swimsuits and black dive masks. The one’s suit was rimmed with orange straps that went around her neck.

She finned past them as she continued her ascent. She noticed both of them were built larger than her. Anna idly wondered if they could reach the bottom like she could.

She released more bubbles until she reached the surface. She panted quietly for breath, easily treading water with her fins as she prepared for a second descent. Maybe this time she would stay down a little while longer.

She filled her lungs with air before jack-knifing downward. She noticed with some degree of pride that the two black-suited women were already coming back up. It was a sure bet they had not reached the bottom like she had.

They passed each other as she approached the first ledge. They certainly hadn’t been down very long. It made her prideful and confident she was doing better than they were.

She pinched her nose-piece as she smoothly finned past the first ledge toward the second. She briefly closed her eyes to focus on the sensual pressure upon her lithe swimmers body. Then she released a couple of bubbles as she passed the second ledge.

She continued with leisurely kicks of her dive fins until she reached the bottom of the chamber. At twenty meters down, she leveled off and followed the wall along the pool floor, still kicking with smooth strokes. She was proud of her abilities, finally making it down to this depth. Soon, it would be time to start looking for an even greater challenge.

She gently angled upward before starting her ascent. Once more, she casually released a few bubbles. She slowly raced them up, content to observe them swirl around her head.

She passed the lower ledge and looked upward. Those two free-divers were sitting on the upper ledge. Their legs were crossed; they seemed to be posing.

She slowly twisted around so she could see what they were looking at. Sure enough, there was a female in the observation window looking in on them. Perhaps they were all friends, as she looked to be taking video with her iPhone.

Anna angled her rise up toward the surface, taking her ascent away from them. She did not want to spoil the video being taken. After all, there was no need to be rude about such things. Perhaps they were simply getting pictures and video of their triumph at having reached that particular ledge.

Anna released a few more bubbles. Then she followed them up until her head broke the surface. She panted quietly for breath, feeling quite proud of herself.

She looked down and saw the black-suited women rising up to the surface together. Anna filled her lungs with air. Then she jack-knifed downward, making sure to stay clear of them so as not to bump into them.

She released a couple bubbles as she finned her way down with long, smooth strokes. Her confidence was growing with each trip down. The increasing pressure against her body made her lady parts tingle even more.

She passed the first ledge with ease; reached the second with absolutely no issues whatsoever. Anna happily finned her way downward until she bottomed out. 20 meters down, and she still had plenty of breath in her lungs.

Anna slowly finned across the bottom of the pool. Then she rolled over and swam along on her back. That’s when she saw those two females coming back down.

She watched them sit upon that first ledge well above her. Then they crossed their legs again before posing for the girl in the observation window. Anna felt proud she could make it all the way to the bottom, while they were forced to stop at that first ledge there at six meters.

Anna tried a bubble-ring. It broke up about three meters above her. She tried another one, and was pleasantly surprised that it remained intact.

She slowly rose up from the bottom. Anna gently finned her way through the middle of the rising bubble ring. It broke up as she passed the lower ledge.

Above her, those two ladies were heading back to the surface. It made Anna feel good that she could go deeper than them. There were very few things she excelled at. But free-diving and being able to hold her breath was one of them.

She released a few bubbles as she passed the six-meter ledge. She could see her two companions treading water up at the surface. She could not help wondering how deep they were capable of going.

She was two meters from the surface when they passed her going in the opposite direction. There was a flicker of a smile in the face of the one in the orange-striped suit who’d seen her. Anna smiled back, but they were already well past her.

She surfaced and panted for breath as she tread water. Curious, she looked down to check on their progress. Once more, they had stopped at that first ledge to sit and pose for their companion at the observation window.

Anna was just about to fill her lungs and head back down when she saw them leave the ledge and start back up. She filled her lungs with air and then jack-knifed downward. Then she proudly finned her way past them, pinching her nose-piece as they went on by.

She swam past the six-meter ledge, smoothly kicking her dive fins. Anna released a few bubbles on her way down. Then she passed the ten meter ledge.

The pressure against her body made her lady parts tingle again. She felt such peace at this depth. And she felt more and more confident each time she came down.

She rolled over onto her back and gently glided to a stop. Anna released a bubble-ring, watching it expand as it slowly rose upward. It felt so peaceful down here.

She released another… and then another. The other two women had not returned yet and were still treading water at the surface. Anna deliberately stayed down longer, enjoying what the pressure at that depth did to arouse her.

She told herself she could stay down like this forever. No;, that wasn’t exactly true. Now she could feel her chest telling her it was time to head back up.

Anna slowly rose from the floor of the chamber. Then she began finning her way upward, releasing the occasional bubble. That’s when she saw those two black-suited women coming back down.

She took her time finning upward, releasing a few more bubbles. She could feel it in her lungs now. But she was confident she could reach the surface without any problems.

The two women stopped at the six-meter ledge to sit and pose for their friend again, once more crossing their legs. Anna reached the ten meter ledge and kept rising, releasing a couple bubbles. Then she saw the one with the orange striping point at her, pat the spot right next to her, and then point at the woman in the observation window.

What was this? Did they want her to sit beside them and pose for their friend in the observation window?

Anna briefly thought about it. Then she figured, why not? She knew she had just enough air in her lungs to pause for a photo. Besides, she doubted these two could stay down much longer anyway, judging by how quickly they seemed to surface after each descent.

Anna came over and worked herself into a spot right next to the one with the orange striping. The ladies both smiled at her before turning and posing for their friend in the observation window. Anna crossed her legs and braced herself, giving a smile to the lady with the iPhone.


The three remained posed for a few seconds. Then Anna felt her lungs strain in her chest. It was time to complete her ascent.

She rose up and started to swim for the surface. To her shock, the woman in the orange striping turned and grabbed her legs. The other one came over and grabbed her from behind, wrapping her up in a big bear hug.

Anna bubbled in alarm as her lungs heaved. What the hell was this? What were they doing??

She tried to kick the woman free of her legs. But the bitch just held on tight, grunting and bubbling. Amazingly, she would not let go!!

The one behind her wrapped her up with her arms and legs like an octopus. Anna frantically tried to shake her free as she lost some of her air. But the bitch had too good of a grip on her.

Her chest heaved in warning; her breath was almost gone. She thought about trying to outlast these two, figuring they could not stay down much longer. But she’d been down the longest of the three, and her lungs were hitching in her chest.

She tried to shake off the one on her legs, but to no avail. Anna squirmed in the grasp of the woman behind her, losing more of her precious breath. But she could not break free of her either.

Her lungs heaved in her chest. She stared in horror at the friend on the other side of the observation window. But the bitch just kept taking video as if… as if they’d planned the whole thing??

Anna’s lungs screamed in her chest. Then she couldn’t hold her breath any longer. A big burst of bubbles came out of her mouth before she reflexively inhaled.

Her eyes flew open in shock as she started gulping water. She hitched and gurgled in their grasp as she stared in surprise at their friend in the observation window. The bitch never moved as she kept recording.

Anna kept convulsing and inhaling as she hitched and spasmed. Her attackers eased their grip on her. There was no need to hold on tightly to her now, as she was no longer a threat to escape them.

She hitched and convulsed less and less until the one in the orange striping rose up and flipped her dive mask up off her face. Anna blinked as the woman kissed her parted lips. Then the other one came around in front, grabbed her face and kissed her lips as well.

Anna’s mind cried out in stunned surprise as her vision started to diminish, her sight closing in around the edges. Both ladies kissed her cheeks at the same time. Then they released their hold on her.

Anna’s body began to descend, the occasional bubble slipping out past her parted lips. The two black-suited women began their swim to the surface. But the one in the window continued recording her descent.

Anna reached the bottom and collapsed onto the floor upon her back. Her dive mask lay nearby. The occasional bubble escaped her flooded lungs and out through her parted lips.

Anna just barely saw the two women climb out of the water up at the surface. Then she lost consciousness, trembling as she stared with lifeless eyes.

The woman in the observation window was gone.

11/28/24 Inspired by the photo I found on the Internet.

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Housewife revenge 3.7 (22)

Posted on August 31, 2026 by riwa

Bonus story because this is so late.

Betty Nasom called her and told her she and Karen McKiss had evidence of her many adulteries with half the neighborhood. They told her to get her ass over to her house right away. Otherwise, they were going to show their evidence to all the other wives in the community.

Neyla showed up right on time. Betty let her right in. Karen was sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand.

Karen got up and they led her to the kitchen. There, they told her to get down on her hands and knees and start cleaning the floor. If this was to be her punishment, Neyla decided she would be willing to accept it.

Before she could get started, they had a special request. They demanded she undress and clean the floor naked. Neyla had no choice but to comply or risk them reporting her to the other wives.

All she was given was a bucket of hot water and a scrub brush. Neyla was humiliated as she got down on her hands and knees and started scrubbing the floor in the nude. But if this kept her out of any further trouble with her neighbors, it was a price she was willing to pay.

After half an hour, the two women came back into the kitchen to check on her progress. Neyla was shocked to see them both nude. She was also alarmed at the objects they’d brought with them.

Betty was carrying some sort of cat-o-nine tails. Karen was wearing a strap-on, while carrying duct tape and rope. “Is this how you clean a floor?” Betty snorted.

She pointed at a set of drawers on rollers. “Get your ass over there and bend over it like a good girl.”

“And if I refuse?” In reply, Betty ominously hefted the tails in her hand.

Neyla didn’t want to obey them. Karen threatened to call the other wives if she didn’t jump to comply. Reluctantly, she did as she was told.

Once splayed out over the rolling set of drawers, Neyla got a savage whipping on her ass from Betty. She screamed from the pain. That’s when Karen sneered, “I’ll shut her up.”

Karen applied a piece of duct tape over her mouth. Just for good measure, she cruelly attached a couple of chip clips to her shamefully erect nipples. Then Betty gave her more blows from the tails.

She whimpered from the treatment to her ass, along with the pain of her nipples. “Not good enough,” Karen snorted. “I’m gonna fix her up right now!”

She used rope to secure Neyla’s wrists and ankles together. An additional length of rope went from her ankles to wrap around the duct tape in her mouth. It had the effect of propping her head up. Now she knew she was in real trouble.

Betty wasn’t satisfied with that. So she gleefully wrapped additional rope around Neyla’s boobs. Neyla grunted in aroused, yet shameful misery.

Karen examined her before chuckling. She caressed her face as she asked, “You like cock, bitch? I know what we should do! Let’s give you all the cock you can handle.”

Karen moved between Neyla’s legs before gleefully pushing her strap-on deep into the bound woman’s pussy. Then she started ramming her hard. That’s when she excitedly panted, “I always did want to fuck this slutty piece of ass.”

“Fuck her good and hard for me,” Betty urged.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Karen told her. “You’re going to get a turn too.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” her friend panted as she touched her dripping crotch. “Seeing you fuck her like that with those big red welts on her ass really turns me on.”

The doorbell suddenly rang. “Are we expecting someone else?” the woman with the whip asked as she inclined her head toward her door.

“Only my husband,” the brunette chuckled. “I invited him over. He’s here during his lunch hour. I promised him he could fuck an ass so long as it isn’t mine. Get the door, would you? You don’t mind if he sees you naked, do you?”

“Not as long as I get to hear her scream as he fucks that ass,” Betty said as she went to the door.

“Don’t worry,” the brunette chuckled. “You will.” Then she smirked as she told Neyla, “Guess what, honey? Another cock just showed up to play. I bet you’re gonna love that!”

Gerald McKiss came in the door. “Hi, Betty. Nice outfit.” Betty blushed flirtatiously.

“Over here, honey,” Karen told her husband. “She’s all ready for you.”

“Indeed,” he said with a smile as he came over and unzipped his fly. “Top hole,” his wife purred at him. “Betty wants to hear screams.” Then she kissed her husband.

He pressed against her anal ring as Karen told Neyla, “You should enjoy my husband, bitch. He’s nice and thick and big.”

“Ram it in there!” Betty urged.

Neyla huffed and grunted through the tape over her mouth. Gerald worked his cock in past her sphincter. Then he thrust hard.

Neyla cried out into the tape as he brutally pounded her. Then he pulled out. That’s when Karen thrust her strap-on into the recently vacated hole.

Husband and wife tag-teamed her for several minutes, taking turns until he left a load in her butt. Then he zipped up, thanking the ladies for the release. A moment later he was gone.

It wasn’t five minutes before there was another knock at the door. This time, it was Swillie and Joan. They were two of the wives of the husbands Neyla had supposedly been fucking. But secretly, they were lesbian dykes.

They came over with toys and immediately started to abuse Neyla. The tape was removed from her mouth so she could start servicing snatches. Meanwhile, she was forced to take more strap-ons and other dildos into her ass, cunt and mouth.

She was finally released at 3 pm. Neyla was told not to breathe a word about what had happened or the other wives would be informed. Besides, she was warned that Belinda had always wanted to spit-roast an adulterous bitch just to see what female flesh tasted like. And with that, Neyla tiredly, shamefully drove home.

12/12/24 Inspired by the drawing.

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