Livia 5 (1)

Posted on September 15, 2025 by riwa

Livia rode the weighted plate down, bubbles trickling out of her nose. She felt the pressure the deeper she went. But the water was clear, the sky blue.

It was a long way down. But this did not bother her. She had trained for these depths, and was not at all uncomfortable.

She looked upward, only to see Barcusa and Fausta coming down on their skandalopetras. She experienced jealousy as they came down so close to each other. Already, they were reaching out and touching one another. Just how many sea snails did they expect to find with their eyes fixed upon each other?

Livia reached the bottom and began her search. She promptly found one and put it into her rope basket. They had to find as many as possible for the purple dye master wanted or he would be angry with them.

Barcusa and Fausta reached the bottom a short distance nearby. But they did not start searching for sea snails. Instead, they began kissing and caressing each other.

Livia was disgusted over the way they wasted time on the bottom. She was also envious. She would not admit it to anyone, but she secretly wanted to feel Barcusa’s erection inside her.

She picked up another sea snail and dropped it into her rope basket. A quick glance showed her companions looking around and scooping up sea snails. But they were soon distracted by their naked bodies, causing them to go back to kissing and fondling each other.

She soon filled up her basket. Then she climbed onto her skandalopetra and pulled on the rope. A moment later she felt herself being pulled back up, bubbles trickling out of her nose.

She looked down to see Barcusa and Fausta searching for more sea snails. Then they moved to their weighted plates and pulled on their ropes. Livia noticed their rope baskets were not as full as hers.

She released bubbles out of her nose as she was pulled upward. Her head emerged at the surface, and she gasped for breath. She quickly unhooked the rope basket attached to her waist before tossing it into the boat.

“A full basket already; eh, Livia?” Marius observed with a smile as he clung to her rope. “Master will be proud of you.”

She looked over at Cassius and Rufus pulling up Barcusa and Fausta. She was tempted to say something about how full those rope baskets would be when they arrived. But she kept her peace.

“At this rate, we will not be out here long,” Marius told her. Livia just smiled at him as she took the empty rope basket he handed to her and attached it around her waist. Then she took three deep breaths, holding onto the third one as Marius let go of her rope.

She rode her skandalopetra back down to the depths, bubbles trickling out of her nose. She pinched her nose to equalize as she looked down, focusing on where she was about to settle onto the ocean floor. She had some sea snails spotted when she hit the bottom, her weighted plate kicking up a small cloud of silty soil.

She went right to work picking up more sea snails and depositing them into her rope basket as bubbles trickled out of her nose. A moment later, something made her look up. That’s when she noticed Barcusa and Fausta coming back down.

What would they do once they reached the sea floor. Would they help complete the task at hand as master required? Or would they spend their time clutching and groping each other? She would not be surprised if they ended up spending more time pleasuring each other than retrieving sea snails off the ocean floor.

She and her two companions were the best divers master had. Thus, he always sent them out into deeper water. But it seemed Barcusa and Fausta were always fondling and caressing each other more than retrieving their daily catch.

There was another reason Livia was both jealous and disgusted. Barcusa had not made a single sexual move toward her in the short time she’d been with them. It was always Fausta he chose to play with.

This both saddened and irritated her. It also drove her to apply herself to the task at hand. One day master would see her value and would promote her out of this existence… or so she hoped.

But what if master did not find anyone who could replace her? How long would she have to keep this up? And how long would she end up being envious watching Barcusa and Fausta focus on each other more than the sea snails they needed to retrieve?

They came down and promptly went at it again, kissing and caressing each other. Livia bubbled as she focused on filling her rope basket. It would not help watching them and becoming aroused or depressed by their amorous caresses. The sooner they filled the boat with sea snails, the happier she would be.


At least they had not begun to have sex yet. That always happened whenever they dove together. Livia pictured in her mind the last time Barcusa had shafted Fausta on the seabed, and the pleasure her companion had bubbled by his thrusts.

Livia quickly filled her basket. Then she climbed onto the weighted plate and pulled on the rope. That’s when she looked over and saw her two companions gathering up a few sea snails into their rope baskets before going back to their amorous advances with each other.

Livia slowly released what was left of her breath as she was pulled upward. She was both sad and horny. It was quite difficult holding onto both emotions. One or the other simply had to go or she would end up quite depressed by the whole endeavor.

Her head emerged up at the surface, and she gasped for breath. Then she freed the rope basket from her waist before handing it up to Rufus, who’d come over to assist since he wasn’t pulling anyone up just yet. He took it from her before handing back the empty basket she’d previously filled up.

“There must be many sea snails down below,” Marius observed as he held onto her rope. “Your rope basket is always full.”

“There are plenty,” Livia replied. “I just wish Barcusa and Fausta would apply themselves to the collection of sea snails rather than the collection of pleasures of the flesh.”

“Jealous?” Marius asked with amusement.

“Of them? Hah! I will collect my share of sea snails to gain master’s favor. Let them give pleasure to each other all they wish.”

“She is jealous they do not include her,” Rufus observed with a chuckle. “Perhaps I will tell them when they surface.”

Livia angrily turned in his direction and blurted out, “You stay out of this!” He just laughed in reply.

“Prepare, Livia,” Marius warned ominously.

She glared at him as she took deep breaths. On the third one, he let go of the rope. Livia rode her skandalopetra all the way down, bubbles trickling out of her nose.

As she went down, she made her decision. She would not be sad or frustrated this day. Instead, she would do her duty and gather sea snails. Then she would take care of matters her own way.

She saw they were coming up as she was going down. Livia made a show of rubbing herself on the way down, making sure they saw her. Then she bottomed out.

The boat had drifted away from their location. This time, she had to swim over to collect the sea snails. Livia actively applied herself, swooping them up and quickly placing them into her rope basket as bubbles trickled out of her nose.

Barcusa and Fausta came back down about halfway through her collection. This time, they had to spend more time collecting sea snails instead of collecting kisses. Besides, there was a bit of a swim, as the boat had drifted away from the spot where it had previously dropped them.

Livia filled her basket almost to overflowing. But she still had breath in her lungs. This time, she deliberately masturbated as her two companions went around gathering up snails.

‘That is how to finally put them to work,’ she thought with satisfaction. ‘Place the boat far enough away for them to have to swim to the collection site. That way, there will be less time for pleasure and more time needed for the task at hand.’

She saw that Fausta had caught sight of her rubbing herself. Livia just smiled back at her before tugging on her rope. Then she made a point of showing off her full basket before she was pulled back up.

She caught sight of the hammerhead about halfway up. Upon first glance, it seemed to be acting nonchalant. But a second look in its direction indicated it was growing more curious about the two divers still on the bottom.

Livia grew alarmed as she drew closer to the surface. Was the shark hungry? Was it going to strike?

She was already detaching the rope basket from around her waist when her head came up out of the water. Fortunately Rufus was right there to collect it from her. “Knife!” she gasped, holding out her free hand.

“We are collecting sea snails today, not pearls,” Cassius corrected her with a shake of his head.

“I saw a shark! Barcusa and Fausta will be coming up soon! Give me the knife!”

Rufus jumped to obey as Marius told her, “Into the boat, Livia.”

“No! Where is the knife? I must have it!” Rufus quickly brought it over and carefully handed it to her. It was at least a half-meter long, used mostly for prying oysters from reefs and coral.

Marius became insistent and anxious. “Livia, you must get out of the water!” But she ignored him as she dunked her head underwater, looking down toward her companions still on the bottom.

“I’ve got a pull on the rope,” Cassius called out. Rufus went over and grabbed the other line. “I’ve got a pull as well,” he confirmed.

“Pull them up!” Marius anxiously declared. Then he told the third diver, “Livia, I told you to get out of the water!” But she was not listening to him. She was looking down.

“Livia!!” That’s when she lifted her head up.

She took three deep breaths, held the third one as she held the knife at the ready, and then declared, “Now!”

“NO!” Marius declared, indicating he would not let go.

“Do as she says!” Cassius declared. Marius reluctantly let go of the rope.

Bubbles trickled out of her nose as she descended. Her companions were coming up, seemingly a bit faster this time. Cassius and Rufus must really be pulling hard.

But so was the shark. This time, it seemed interested in them. It appeared to be heading right for them with greater speed, hardly any deviation from its course.

Barcusa and Fausta saw her coming down with the large knife in her hand. At first, they were confused. Then they looked down. That’s when Fausta pointed.

They bubbled with alarm as the shark drew closer. Livia hoped she had timed this just right. It looked like her, the shark and her companions were about to come together at roughly the same time and at the same depth. Would she get there in time?

Yes, the shark looked as though it was going to strike. But at which one of her two rising companions? Did it really matter which one it wanted?

Livia launched herself off her skandalopetra toward the shark as her companions passed her on their way up. The hammerhead turned toward the new meal coming directly toward it. But that was its mistake.

The knife only made a glancing blow, not even penetrating the skin as it was knocked out of her hands. But it was enough to startle the shark. Not expecting a prey so aggressive, it jerked away with a hard swat of it’s tail before heading off, searching for something a little less feisty to dine on.

Livia was sent bubbling and tumbling from the strike of the tail. But she quickly righted herself. She anxiously scanned for the predator, but saw nothing. Then she grabbed the rope to her weighted plate, giving it a frantic pull. She was relieved when the rope came to an abrupt stop before it began to be reeled back in.

She held her breath, her heart beating fast as she held on. That had been close… and perhaps a little foolhardy. Maybe Marius had been right: she probably should have gotten into the boat. But she could not make herself do that until her companions were safely back at the surface.

She was pulled up until her head finally came up out of the water. Her diving companions were nervously clinging to the side of the boat as she gasped for breath. She looked back down before finally sputtering, “Is it gone? I cannot see it anymore!”

“Whatever you did down there, it didn’t like it,” Rufus told her. “We watched it leave.” Then he frowned before asking, “What happened to the knife?”

Livia lowered her head in shame. “I only gave it a glancing blow. I did not draw blood. It was knocked out of my hand. I’ll have to go back down and retrieve it.”

“Can’t we leave it?” Cassius asked, unsure if he wanted to send any of them back down for it.

“We dare not,” Livia told him. “Master might be angry with us. Besides, it shouldn’t be that hard to find.”

“I will go,” Barcusa firmly told her. “You have had a scare.”

“I was in possession of the knife when I lost it,” Livia countered. “I will go.”

“Three sets of eyes are better than one,” Fausta told her, eyeing her with gratitude over saving them from the shark. “We shall all go.”

Livia wanted to argue. Then she thought better of it. Indeed, three sets of eyes would have a better chance of finding the wayward object than just hers. Besides, she was appreciative of their willingness to assist her in locating the knife.

They all took deep breaths. On their third one, their companions released their grip on their ropes. The three divers rode their weighted plates downward, anxiously looking around for the potential return of the shark as bubbles trickled out of their noses.

They all bottomed out within a few moments of each other. Livia motioned in three different directions, radiating outward from their landing spot. Then she turned and began searching the ocean floor, occasionally glancing upward.

Barcusa and Fausta acknowledged the plan with a nod to each other. Then they turned and began a search as well. The three divers fanned out away from each other, looking behind rocks and formations.

Livia covered as much territory as her lungs would allow, nervously glancing upward from time to time. But she did not locate the knife. That’s when she turned around and headed back to her skandalopetra before straining her lungs any further, searching along her return path as best she could.

She saw Barcusa coming back toward the weighted plates as well. But Fausta was farthest away. A moment later, she, too, turned and headed back toward them.

Livia immediately became concerned about Fausta. She did not want her companions to endanger themselves over her carelessness. So she waited near her skandalopetra for her female dive companion to draw closer.

Barcusa motioned, “Go on up. I’ll see to her safety.” Livia nodded as she climbed on and pulled on her rope. A moment later, she was on her way up, slowly releasing the last of her air.

She came up panting loudly for breath once her head cleared the surface. Cassius immediately became concerned. “Don’t endanger yourselves over something so trivial as a knife.”

“Master entrusted it to us,” Livia replied. “We will search until we find it.” Then she started taking deep breaths. Marius shook his head at her before releasing his grip of her rope on her third deep inhalation.

She was on her way down when she passed her diving companions on their way up. But Fausta did not look so good. Livia became concerned as she released a couple of bubbles out of her nose.

She reached the bottom, only to discover a small marker of rocks that hadn’t been there before. Obviously they had been set up by her companions. Had that been Barcusa’s idea? Or Fausta’s?

No matter. It was good thinking. At least it would give them a reference point. And hopefully, it would help them not to search the same area twice.

Livia tried to cover an area of ocean bottom she had not searched before. But there was no knife. She was beginning to think Cassius might be right. They might have to accept going back without it.

She looked up, only to notice Barcusa and Fausta had not returned. Was there a problem? What if Fausta had stayed down too long?

With growing concern, she went back to her skandalopetra. She pulled on the rope and was rewarded with being pulled up. She slowly released her breath as she rose up, anxiously looking around for the missing shark until her head came up out of the water.

She looked over at Barcusa and Fausta who were still clinging to the side of the boat. They were taking long, deep breaths. “What happened?” she wanted to know.

“Fausta pushed herself too long,” Cassius explained.

“Then you must stay behind and revive yourself,” Livia told her.

Fausta waved her off. “I will be ok. Come, Barcusa. Let us go back down and search for the knife.”

“It was in my possession when I lost it,” Livia told them. “I will find it myself. You stay here and rest.” But they suddenly dropped below the surface as Cassius and Rufus let go of their ropes.

She shook her head and frowned as she looked at Marius. “Are you sure she’s all right?”

“They are fine,” he replied. “She came up panting a little too hard and took some extra time to recover. Now don’t stay down too long. If we cannot find the knife, we will go in and explain to master how you lost it. I’m sure he will understand.”

Livia nodded as she took three big breaths. Then she held the third one. Marius let go of her rope, allowing it to play out in his hands as she descended.

Livia looked down… and immediately became annoyed. Her companions were right back at it, kissing and caressing. She had always suspected she might have to find the knife on her own.

She bottomed out, her weighted plate kicking up a little soil. Her arrival immediately got the attention of her companions. But it did not spur them to renew the search. Instead, they came right over to her.

A moment later, they were all over her, touching and caressing her. Fausta took one of her nipples into her mouth and started sucking on it. Barcusa took the other one between his lips. Livia felt hands upon her back, her legs, her waist, her bottom… and her crotch.

“What?? No! We don’t have time for this! We have to find master’s knife… oooohhh.”

Her willpower quickly melted away. She halfheartedly tried to push them away. That’s when Fausta grabbed her head, turned her face toward her, and then forcibly kissed her lips hard.

How could she resist? She mentally tried to call them back to their purpose on the ocean floor. But Barcusa was kissing her body all over as Fausta seductively rubbed her crotch, occasionally fingering her swollen nub.

This was all her fault. Livia should have gotten herself off sooner. Then she would have gotten these erotic feelings out of her system. Now they flared to life like a flame setting fire to a pile of kindling.

“Master’s knife – master’s knife; we must find master’s knife!” Then it was Barcusa’s turn to pull her head to his side to forcibly kiss her lips.

She felt Fausta kiss her way down her body. Then her dive companion took her hand and deliberately wrapped her fingers around Barcusa’s swollen member as though urging her to stroke it. Livia felt how hard he was as he thrust inside her grip.

“The knife-the knife; have you both gone mad…OOOHHHH!”

Barcusa’s hand was all over her breasts, caressing, fondling and molesting. Then she felt her legs being parted as Fausta moved between her thighs. A moment later, she felt an erotic jolt as a tongue probed her womanhood.

Knife? Were they looking for a knife? It was hard to remember now.

Barcusa would not stop kissing and caressing her. And Fausta would not stop probing with her tongue. All that pent-up sexual energy exploded in a sudden eruption of bubbly pleasure.

Her breath was gone. The gods – her breath was gone! She tried to break free, her hand reaching for a rope – any rope!

Barcusa helped her wrap her hand around one. She was suddenly pulled upward. She had to hold on tight, the sexual pleasure having dangerously depleted her reserves.

She remembered to release her breath. That’s when her lungs emptied. She was forced to hold her breath the rest of the way up.

She burst up gasping and coughing like crazy. That’s when she realized it was Rufus holding onto her line instead of Marius. “Are you well?” he asked with concern as his companions pulled up on the other two ropes.

She coughed and nodded. Then Barcusa and Fausta came up on either side of her. All three panted loudly for breath as though they had really pushed their times below.

“Did you find the knife?” Marius asked with concern.

“We need… one more trip down,” a panting Fausta told him. “We were… a little distracted down there.”

Rufus looked questioningly at Livia. She just blushed as she kept her peace. What could she tell them without exposing what had just happened to her down on the ocean floor?

“We shall find it this trip down,” Fausta told the three on the boat.

“How can you be so certain?” Marius wanted to know.

“The gods will be with us,” Barcusa said to them with confidence. Livia certainly hoped that would be the case.

All three began breathing deeply. On the third deep breath, their ropes were released. They all rode their skandalopetras down, bubbles trickling out of their noses.

When they bottomed out, Livia hoped they would become serious and return to the search. That hope was quickly dashed the moment Fausta went upon her back and pulled her companion down on top of her in a 69.

The tongue returned to her womanhood. Livia bubbled helplessly as a crotch was pushed up into her face. There wasn’t much else she could do but return the favor, applying her tongue to the winking slit pressed against her lips. Pleasure swelled within her once again, threatening to blossom into a breath-stealing orgasm.

She didn’t see Fausta reach out from beneath her to grab a nearby appendage. Nor was she aware of her companion guiding it to a certain spot. But she instantly became aware of Barcusa’s member the moment it pushed its way into her from behind.

Livia had to consciously hold onto the air in her lungs as Barcusa thrust in and out of her. But it was an exceedingly difficult task. Fausta was licking and nibbling on her nub, the occasional bubble hitting her just right.

No! The knife! They, uh… they were supposed to be looking for master’s knife; right? It was so hard to concentrate with so much pleasure dulling her senses to their objective.

The first one hit when Fausta latched onto her nub and sucked. Livia winced and shuddered, bubbling as her pussy clenched around the shaft pushing deep inside her. Another hard thrust, and she was cumming again.

Livia became dizzy. She was out of breath again. Fausta was no longer beneath her, but Barcusa was still inside her.

What were they looking for again? Why couldn’t she remember? It was all such a haze!

She was dimly aware of being pulled upright. She was still impaled on Barcusa’s member with him behind her. But they were now going upward, his arm around her and holding on tight.

He suddenly went off inside her. Livia felt such intense pleasure that it overwhelmed her senses. All she was aware of was empty lungs and a sexual delight that threatened to carry her away like a flood into oblivion.

She suddenly became aware of being up at the surface, coughing like crazy as Barcusa helped to keep her from slipping below the surface. Events were a blur. Wait; where was Fausta??

She coughed again as she looked all around. Marius was pulling on a rope. She hoped Fausta was on the other end.

What broke the surface first was a knife proudly pointed upward. It was in Fausta’s hand. A moment later, her companion’s proud, smiling face came out of the water, moments before the exhausted diver started gasping like crazy.

Livia blinked in surprise. Then her face broke out into an expression of relief and gratitude. “You… you FOUND it??”

“Now can we go?” Marius asked, sounding both relieved and anxious.

Livia was too tired to object. So the surface companions helped the tired divers back into the boat.

As they headed back, Livia hugged Fausta, thanking her for finding the wayward knife. Then she thanked her and Barcusa for… other things… without being too specific. They just smiled knowingly at her.

Fausta didn’t have the heart to tell her she’d located the knife right away their first trip down. But she had hidden it and then secretly conspired with Barcusa while they were up at the surface catching their breath, even as Livia had gone back down and had been alone on the bottom.

4/15/25 Inspired by an idea by Oeff, and by the drawing by Svetostawa commissioned by Oeff.

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A noosed girl in the woods 4.1 (30)

Posted on September 8, 2025 by riwa

I was walking through the woods the other day when I saw something quite unusual. I saw a woman in the forest wearing sneakers, jeans and a blouse. She was walking all by herself.

She caught my eye because she deviated off the main path. It looked like she was carrying a long length of rope over her shoulder. And she had some sort of stool in her hands.

Why was she leaving the walking trail? Where was she going with those items? Just what did she have in mind? That’s when a thought crossed my mind as to her intentions.

Curious, I decided to follow at a discreet distance. I trailed her as she went deeper into the woods. I had to pay attention to the direction she was going so as not to lose track of the main trail I’d left somewhere behind me.

We were well off the beaten path when she stopped at a tree that seemed to interest her. She set the stool down upon the ground under an overhanging branch. Then she climbed up onto it.

She stood upon the stool looking up at the branch above as though contemplating something. Then she got down off the stool. At that point, I had a good idea what she might be planning.

I watched her climb up that tree she’d put the stool under. She shimmied out onto that branch and tied off the rope, making sure it was secure. She kept checking to see how far down the noose dangled above her stool below before she seemed satisfied with her efforts. Then she started to climb back down.

My first thought was to rush forward to intervene. But what if she really wanted to do this? What if she fought me?

I remembered a couple of articles that made me pause. One guy saved a woman from drowning, only for her to turn around and sue him. Another guy tried to intervene in a dangerous situation to help a female, only to be arrested for assault. A third guy ended up being shot and killed while trying to lend assistance in the middle of a domestic disturbance.

So what if I saved her and got her back to civilization? What was to stop her from changing the narrative? She could have me charged with assault. Hell, she could even claim I was the one who was trying to hang her! It would simply be her word against mine.

Frozen with indecision, I quietly watched her come down from the tree. Then she climbed up onto the stool again. She was able to reach the noose with her hands as it framed her forehead. But the dangling coil looked a bit high, indicating she might have tied it off a little short of the mark.

She stretched upward onto her toes. From there, it looked like she just might be able to get it looped around her throat. Then she climbed back down off the stool.

She paused for a moment as though contemplating something. Was she going to go back up into the tree to lower the noose? Or was she changing her mind about the whole damn thing?

I watched as she suddenly began removing her blouse. Her bra came off next, exposing a nice set of breasts that sagged a little. Then she took off her sneakers and socks.

She tossed her clothes onto the ground in a pile. Then she looked back up at the dangling coil. Was she still going to go through with it?

She looked all around the forest as though seeing if anyone had followed her or was about to stumble upon her. She even glanced over in my direction. But I don’t think she saw me, as I was watching from behind some bushes.

She looked up at the noose again. Then she carefully climbed back up onto the stool. Was she really going to go through with it?

Once more, I thought about stopping her. But I still hesitated. What if she didn’t want me to? Besides, I was still worried she might accuse me of trying to hang her, just to change the narrative.

I watched as she reached up and grabbed onto the dangling coil. She pulled it down until the branch gave a little. But could she pull it down far enough to work her head into the noose?

It must have been more difficult than she’d anticipated, because she tried several times. It looked like she couldn’t quite get her head into the loop of the noose. She pulled hard on the rope, making the branch give a little more as she rose high up onto her toes.

She was almost there when she pulled herself up a little more. That’s when her bare feet left the stool, causing her feet to flutter. Even then, I wasn’t sure she was going to get her head in that noose.

She finally managed to force the coil around her neck. It snugged up rather tight around her throat. But with her feet off the stool, she swung back and forth.

She ended up hanging, the noose strangling her as her toes wriggled for the stool below. I thought that should have satisfied her. After all, wasn’t that what she wanted?

Instinctively, she grabbed the rope above her with both hands. Then her feet frantically searched for solid footing. She brushed the stool a couple times with her toes until she finally made contact.

It wobbled quite a bit on her. For a moment there, she almost lost it. But she finally steadied herself upon it.

I don’t know why. But seeing her topless in that noose, struggling to maintain her grip on the stool with her toes, made me stiff in my pants. It was incredibly erotic.

At first, I carefully worked my way closer. Then it occurred to me just how precariously balanced she was. I doubted she could even get herself back down out of the noose without my help.

As I drew nearer, I got a better view of the situation. She looked like she was already partially strangled. The dangling coil around her throat was just high enough to keep her perilously balanced upon her toes.

As I looked at her, I concluded she must have been experiencing some sort of arousal. I noticed her nipples had hardened quite a bit. Was she feeling sexually excited at her peril?

She wobbled upon the stool as she continued to grasp onto the rope above her with both hands. Now she seemed a little anxious. Was she having second thoughts? If so, she’d clearly gone too far to back out now.

She finally saw me, causing her to gasp in surprise. I’m sure she wasn’t expecting anyone to show up out here. Now she had a voyeur… and a male one at that.

I took it all in: her bare chest, the noose snug around her throat, the way her chest muscles were rippling. Her hands shifted upon the rope she was holding onto above her head. It was as though she was trying to pull herself up to ease the strain upon her neck without actually leaving her footstool

She brought a hand down to claw at the rope around her neck. It made her wobble upon the stool. She immediately shot her hand back up to grab onto the rope with both hands.

She wriggled and wobbled unsteadily before she regained her precarious balance. Then I watched her bring her left hand down to cover her breasts from my view. But she wobbled again. That’s when her hand shot back up to make sure she had a good grip on the rope with both hands.

Clearly she couldn’t get the rope off from around her neck without my assistance. “Help!” she finally rasped as she wobbled upon the stool. “I can’t… help!”

I walked right up to her, my cock hard and bulging in my trousers. She looked at me in anguish as her bare feet shuffled upon the stool on her toes. She was partially strangled, her face turning red as she balanced precariously upon her perch.

I thought about helping her again. But then I thought about what might happen once we got back to civilization. What if she wanted to have me arrested just to cover her tracks? Did I dare take the chance?

A wicked thought occurred to me. I knew she was virtually powerless to stop me. So I slowly reached up to caress one of her breasts.

Her flesh trembled at my touch. Instinctively, she reached down with one hand to brush my hand away. But her noose tightened a little, now that she was only holding on with one hand.

The branch began to bounce until she wobbled, almost losing her footing on the stool. She rasped as she frantically reached back up for the rope above with her free hand. She grabbed on tight, trying to pull herself up a little as she clung to the rope above her with both hands.

She wobbled dangerously upon the stool. The branch gave a little before she regained some of her balance. Then she looked down at me for help.

I smiled knowingly. Then I reached up with both hands and began caressing her breasts. She anxiously shook her head.

Her left hand gave up its grip to come down to stop me. But it made the noose tighten a little. The branch gently gave as she wobbled once more upon the stool.

She was forced to shoot her hand back up and grab on tightly to the rope. She rasped as she wobbled upon the stool. She whimpered until she finally regained her precarious perch.

I smiled as I fondled and caressed both breasts. This time, she didn’t try to swat my hands away. She didn’t dare, or she risked losing the stool altogether.

She winced as she shivered at my touch. She wobbled a little, only to pause to regain some of her balance. Then she closed her eyes, knowing she had no choice but to allow me to molest her.

Another cruel thought occurred to me. I smiled as I reached out and carefully popped the button to her jeans. Then I slowly pulled the zipper down.

She grunted as her left hand gave up its grip on the rope to come down and stop me. She rasped as she wobbled precariously. She was forced to shoot her hand back up to grab onto the rope above her, maintaining her grasp with both hands.

Now that we’d settled that issue, I slowly worked her jeans loose. She clenched her thighs together, trying to keep them on. But she got wobbly upon the stool again, and she was forced to unclench.

I gently pulled down until her jeans worked themselves loose. They slid down her legs of their own accord, gathering at her ankles. Their absence revealed a light blue pair of panties that were stained with wetness.

For a moment, I thought about what I was doing. But nobody knew we were out here except her and I. And I knew it wouldn’t be long until she reached the point where she wouldn’t be able to tell a single soul anything about what exactly had happened out here.

I was aroused beyond belief, my cock distinctly bulging in my pants. I looked at her face with a knowing smile. Then I carefully reached out and began rubbing her damp panties with my fingers.

She clenched as she tried to withdraw from me. That only caused her to wobble dangerously upon the stool again as the branch gently gave a little. She struggled to reposition her grasp on the rope above her before trying to regain her precarious footing.

I rubbed her wetness with my fingers, testing how damp she was. She rasped and stiffened. There was another little wobble upon the stool. How much longer could she hold onto the rope?

I slipped my fingers around the elastic of her panties. Then I began slowly pulling them down. They revealed a neatly trimmed landing strip above a hairless, dripping slit.

She rasped and whimpered as she shook her head. I gently reached up and rubbed my fingers back and forth between her flaring labia. Then I slowly worked those fingers inside her opening.

She rasped as she shook her head again. But her panties were hung up at her knees. Still, I felt her clench around my fingers inside her.

Her face was red from embarrassment, partial strangulation, or a mixture of both. Then her body began to hump a little. She rasped as her toes fluttered for the stool.

She caught the edge of it and flipped it over. That caused it to bounce away behind her. She immediately lost my fingers as she swung back and forth.

Her jeans slid off her ankles onto the ground as her feet shuffled. She looked frightened as her legs instinctively reached out toward me. My cock was hard as a rock in my trousers.

She tried to wrap her legs around me. But her panties interfered, still hung up at the knees. I saw her hands slipping from her grasp of the rope above her head.

She tried to kick again, but her panties were still interfering. Her gyrations eventually loosened them. They slid down her legs until they fell off her bare feet.

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around me for support. Then she improved her grasp on the rope above her head. That’s when she tried to climb me.

Her dripping crotch was right about at my chin. So I stuck my tongue out, lapping up her flowing juices. She grunted before I heard a rasp and a moan.

She adjusted her position until she was all but sitting upon my shoulders. She was able to relax her grip on the rope above her. Then she clawed at the coil around her throat.

I grabbed her ass and began tonguing her juicy twat. Her face was definitely turning red as the noose strangled her. But she had just enough instinct to involuntarily hump my face.

I think it surprised her when she climaxed pretty hard while grinding against my mouth. I don’t think she meant to do that. I think it was just her body responding to certain stimuli.

I got caught off-guard as a flush of fluid splashed against my face. I stepped back coughing and gasping as she lost her grip on me. She swing back and forth, rasping and twisting as she tried to regain her grip with both hands on the rope above her.

She kicked and twisted until her legs shot out, trying to wrap around me again. I stepped closer, making it easier. She’d almost made it onto my shoulders again before I grabbed her ass and started licking her once more.

I pushed my tongue into her slit, poking it as deep inside as I could go. I felt her clench as she ground her crotch against my face. Then she was humping and shuddering in orgasm again.

Her hands suddenly let go of the rope above her. They fell to her sides as she began hitching and convulsing. Then she climaxed yet again before she got tired and lost her grip on me with her legs.

She dangled with little agonal jerks and spasms. She no longer had the strength to grasp onto the rope above, much less wrap her legs around me. She was too deeply strangled.

I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. I grabbed her bare feet and thrust my erection between the soles. Her toes wriggled a little as she shuddered and trembled. Gentle convulsions rippled through her naked body.

It didn’t take long until my cock went off. I shot cum all over her bare feet. The release felt wonderful.

Her tongue was protruding as her head leaned forward. Drool spilled onto her breasts. An occasional spasm quivered through her body, a result of stray nerve endings firing.

I reached up and fingered her slit with one hand as I groped her breasts with the other. She was wet and dripping as I finger-fucked her. It sure felt like she was clenching a little.

I stayed with her another five minutes until I was sure she was gone. Then I zipped up. I made sure her jeans and panties were on top of her pile of clothes before I turned to go. It was time to find the main trail to make my way home.

12/11/24 Inspired by the AI render created by Alasker.

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Angry moon lifeguard 4.3 (23)

Posted on September 1, 2025 by riwa

I work as a lifeguard at a local indoor pool. But ever since this angry moon business, I’ve been seeing some crazy things. More and more people have been coming in to drown themselves.

I don’t know why they don’t just do it in their own bathtub. Maybe they didn’t know they were going to drown themselves until they made an impulsive decision to come here. Some come in for a swim, only to end up drowning themselves. Others come in right at closing time to do the deed when the pool will be empty.

Kari

The first drowning I ever witnessed at our pool was a woman named Kari. She was a regular of mine in her mid thirties. She would come in and swim laps in her swimcap and one-piece until closing time. Then she would get out, take a shower, and go home.

On this particular night, she swam until five minutes after closing time. She was in a black one-piece and black swimcap while wearing light blue goggles. It never occurred to me this would be the last night I would ever see her.

We often exchange light banter, and we occasionally flirt. So when she was late getting out of the pool during her swim, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. I simply left her alone to finish her swim.

Imagine my surprise when she made the turn in the deep end, only to not come back up. It took me a few moments to notice she was still below the surface. It looked like she was down near the bottom of the pool.

I anxiously dove in after her, swimming down to the bottom to scoop her up. I brought her up until her head came up out of the water and she started gasping. That’s when she turned toward me with an angry expression as we tread water near the side of the pool.

“What the hell did you do that for?” she cried out.

I blinked in surprise, astonished at her remark. So I told her, “It looked like you were going to drown down there!”

“I was!” she replied indignantly. “That is, until you interfered! Do you mind?”

My jaw must have hit the floor as I asked, “Kari, are you serious?”

“You’re damn right, I am! Now would you just let me be?”

The flirtatious banter was gone. She seemed determined. And with that, she deliberately submerged herself in an eruption of bubbles.

I watched her as she skulled all the way down to the bottom. Then she appeared to deliberately gulp water. It totally shocked me.

Instinctively, I swam down to retrieve her. But I stopped myself before I reached out to her. I had to fight my internal programming that wanted to get her back to the surface to revive her.

You see, there’d been a couple of other drownings while I wasn’t on duty. So we’d all been told by management that if a person ever came in and wanted to drown themselves, we were instructed not to interfere. Legal reasons I suppose, as one drowning person in another state had been rescued and had subsequently sued her rescuer.

We were supposed to wait until they drowned. Then we were ordered to pull them out after about five minutes. Afterwards, we had to make a call to dispose of the body so they wouldn’t contaminate our pool. That was the extent of our duties should someone come in here with a death wish.

So with those instructions fresh in my mind, I drifted in place while watching Kari spasm and drown. She had this strange expression on her face as though she was shocked I was not intervening. Maybe she’d changed her mind. But I thought it best not to interfere.

She hitched and gurgled, spasming and gulping more water. She seemed a little shocked by the whole thing. Maybe it was the pain of swallowing water. Or maybe it was surprise I had not tried to save her a second time.

She finally drifted downward until she lay flat on her back on the pool floor. I surfaced to catch my breath. Then I timed her presence down on the bottom.

When I thought about five minutes were up, I went down and retrieved her body. I brought her up and placed her along the side of the pool before getting out and making a call to the Angry Moon disposal unit. They came twenty minutes later and took her away.

And just like that, I lost my regular swimmer. I had also witnessed my very first self-deletion of an individual. I think it was the third or fourth drowning that had occurred at our facility.

I had no idea what had driven her to do that on that particular evening. Maybe she had suddenly despaired that life would be coming to an end anyway. After all, the moon was coming closer and was destined to hit the earth in another couple of years or so. I could only speculate on what had come over her for her to choose that particular night to drown herself…

Evelyn

Eight days later, I witnessed another one. It was a woman in her fifties. She wasn’t bad looking either, certainly not in that modest yellow bikini she was wearing when I saw her. She just came in late, appearing from the locker room after everyone else had gotten out of the water.

She had a weight belt around her waist. And she was more than a little surprised to see my sudden appearance. Perhaps she planned to drown herself while I was occupied with closing up the facility.

She was startled as she told me, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was still out here. I thought you were in the office or the men’s locker room.”

I looked at her kind of funny, noting what she was wearing. “Oh, this?” she said with an embarrassed smile, motioning at her weight belt. “I was just going to, uh… to, uh…”

“…drown yourself?” I finished for her.

She blushed and lowered her head. “You don’t mind, do you? I mean… you’re not going to stop me, are you?”

I shook my head. “No, ma’am; I’m not going to stop you. Management told us lifeguards not to interfere.”

“Oh, really?” That news seemed to surprise her.

I didn’t think she needed to drown herself. But what was I to do? Rules were rules, and I could get fired if I went against regulations.

I thought management was kind of cold about these things. They just wanted to make sure I stuck around and cleaned up afterwards. That’s why I’d been asked to remain at the pool a few minutes longer than normal in case of situations such as hers.

She seemed taken aback by my declaration that I wasn’t going to prevent her from going through with it. “You’re serious?” she asked in disbelief. “You’re really not going to stop me? They sure stopped me last week when I was at the South Park pool.”

I shook my head. “No, ma’am; we’re not going to stop you here. But are you sure you really want to go through with this? ‘Cause I’ve been instructed not to save you if it looks like you really do intend to drown yourself.”

She nodded with understanding. Then she asked, “Aren’t you depressed, young man? I mean that Angry Moon thing is ending everything, taking away your future. Doesn’t that depress you?”

“No, ma’am; not right now. Right now I want to live. I don’t know about tomorrow. But tonight, I want to live.”

She gave me a sad little smile. “You’re a sensible young man, probably more sensible than I am.” Then she paused before adding, “Would you mind helping me?”

“How do you mean… ‘helping you’? I’m not allowed to stop you. But I really don’t want to assist you in your… your ‘self-deletion’, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh, I don’t want you to do that. It’s just that… my body might… try to live is all. I might need a little extra help staying down.”

“Won’t that be enough?” I asked, pointing at the belt around her waist.

“It should be, but you never know. I’ll probably hold my breath at first. It’ll be instinctive.”

“Well, I…”

“I’ll tell you what let’s do. Just come on down and hold my hand. That would be very nice of you. I’d really appreciate that.”

“Ok, Miss, uh…”

“Evelyn. Call me Evelyn.”

“Ok, Evelyn. I’ll give you a few seconds to get settled in. Then I’ll be right down to join you.”

“Thank you, young man.” Then she took a deep breath before calmly stepping off the side of the pool with a quiet splash.

Bubbles billowed to the surface as I checked the time. I waited thirty seconds before I dove in. She was sitting on the bottom, waiting for me.

I swam down and drew closer. She smiled at me and bubbled as she stretched out her arms. So I took her hands in mine.

She surprised me by deliberately opening her mouth and inhaling. A moment later, she really started spasming and convulsing. It was my first drowning up close and personal.

I held on and watched as she finished hitching and gurgling. It was kind of sad, yet peaceful in a way. Then I gently laid her out onto her back.

She vacantly stared upward, a stray bubble slipping out past her parted lips. She almost looked satisfied about something. Maybe my holding her hands had helped calm her or something.

I surfaced and climbed out. Then I marked the time until five minutes had elapsed. Afterwards, I went back down and retrieved her body.

I carefully laid her out along the side of the pool. Then I got out of the water and called the Angry Moon Disposal unit. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before they arrived and took her away. It only took them ten minutes to get there.

Lucilla

Evelyn’s drowning affected me in unexpected ways. It didn’t occur to me until later just how aroused I’d become while watching her drown. I felt ashamed the way it had excited me. That’s when I realized Kari’s drowning had also had a similar effect on me.

I told myself what a heel I’d been. There she was: drowning herself so as not to have to witness the destruction being caused by the changing weather patterns and overall craziness of the world around us. And there I’d been: becoming aroused watching her gulp water and drown.

It dawned on me she might have noticed how stiff my cock had become under my speedos. I thought she’d smiled simply because I was there with her in her final moments. But maybe she’d smiled because of my bulge, my body’s reaction to her impending drowning.

I decided I would have to do something about that. It wouldn’t do for me to get horny every time someone came in who wanted to drown themselves. I would have to come up with a better way to help them depart on their own terms without showing how overly excited I was becoming.

I tracked down a kettle ball. Then I located a rope with a clip on one end. The last thing I came up with was a set of handcuffs.

I placed them in a container under my lifeguard tower. Then I waited. I couldn’t help wondering if I would ever get the chance to use them.

Six days later, a woman came in at the last minute before we closed the pool. She looked to be in her forties. The water was empty and I was just tidying up.

She saw me in my red speedos and came right over. She coughed nervously. Then she started to speak.

“Excuse me, sir. I don’t suppose you could… you could help me with something, could you?”

“What’s that, miss?” I asked helpfully.

“Well, I was… I was kind of hoping that you… I mean… that you would help me drown myself.” Then she blushed as she lowered her head.

“Miss, are you serious?”

“Oh yes, sir!” she replied, trying to sound eager. “I was kind of hoping that you would… that you would help me… I mean, that you would let me drown in your pool.”

“Well, miss,” I mused thoughtfully, wondering how I could explain things to her.

“Sir, I’ll do anything!” she blurted out in growing panic, thinking I was about to say no. “I tried to drown myself in the South Park pool. But they got me out of the water and sent me on my way. I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” I asked carefully as I eyed the container of items under the lifeguard chair.

Thinking of her drowning was starting to have that same embarrassing effect on me. My cock began to stiffen in my speedos, and I couldn’t get it to stop. That’s when she saw my developing bulge and blurted out, “I’ll drown naked for you! I’ll even suck your cock, although I can’t hold my breath long.”

I was immediately embarrassed as I started to tell her, “Well, I’m not sure…”

“Please, sir! I’ll do anything! Just let me drown in your pool!”

Her eagerness was doing my erection no favors. So I told her, “I have something you might like.” Then I went over and retrieved the kettle ball and handcuffs.

She eyed them carefully for a few moments. Then she eagerly told me, “Oh yes, sir! Those will work just fine!” Then she began to strip before I could react.

I started to tell her, “Miss, that won’t be necessary.” But she anxiously replied, “Oh, no! I’ll drown naked if you wish. It’s the least I can do for you letting me use your pool like this!”

By now, I had a very distinct bulge in my speedos. I was embarrassed, and I tried to hide it by letting my hands hang down in front of me.

“Oh, that’s ok, sir,” she told me as she kept looking at my crotch. “I don’t mind if you’re hard. I said I’d suck you underwater, and I will.”

She finished undressing. Then she stood there naked, hopeful excitement in her eyes. I was embarrassed over how hard my cock had become.

“Well, let me show you how this will work, miss,” I explained. “The rope is attached to the kettle ball like a tether. “You’ll wear these handcuffs on your wrists in front of you. Then I’ll…”

“…clip the rope to my cuffs?” she excitedly finished for me as she sat down on the edge of the deep end, her legs in the water. “Oh, thank you, sir!” Then she snatched the cuffs out of my hand and attached them to her wrists before I could change my mind.

“I’ve never seen anyone quite so eager,” I told her with my best, gentle smile as I sat down next to her.

“You’re the first one who’s going to let me drown in their pool, sir,” she replied. “I mean… you ARE going to let me drown; aren’t you?”

“Yes, miss. But I must warn you. Because you want to drown, I have instructions not to save you.”

“Oh, THANK you, sir!” she gushed.

I watched her clip the rope from the kettle ball to her cuffs. Then she excitedly turned toward me. “I want to thank you for letting me do this, sir. And a promise is a promise. Please remove your speedos so I can see your cock, sir.”

I started to remove my speedos as I told her, “You don’t have to keep calling me sir; Miss, uh…”

“Lucilla. You can call me Lucilla.”

“And you can call me John.” But by then, she had already leaned over and had started sucking my cock.

She was quite enthusiastic about it. I wanted to be embarrassed about it. But it felt too good.

I coughed as though clearing my throat before telling her, “I don’t mean to hurry this up or anything. But it’s getting late, Lucilla.”

She came up off my cock all apologies. “Oh, I’m sorry, John.” Then she anxiously looked all around before asking, “We’re not going to be, uh… interrupted, are we?”

“No, Lucilla. Once you go into the water like that, I have instructions not to free you, although I suspect you could easily free yourself if you change your mind.”

“Oh, I’m not going to change my mind, John. I’m just so appreciative. But I think you’d better get down ahead of me so I can start sucking your cock the second I reach the bottom.”

I shamefully lowered my head as I told her, “Lucilla, I’m a little embarrassed to tell you this. But I might cum in your mouth while you’re drowning.”

“Oh, you’re so thoughtful, John. But that’s all right. It feels kind of good knowing I’ll be giving someone pleasure as I drown.”

She reached over and wrapped her fingers around the handle to the kettle ball before saying, “I’m ready whenever you are, John. Just grab my head when I get down there and use my skull for your pleasure. The water will do the rest.”

I wanted to make sure she was serious. So I said, “Last chance to back out, Lucilla.”

She smiled as she replied, “See you on the bottom, John.”

I started taking big breaths. She followed my lead. Then I inhaled deeply before slipping off the edge of the pool with a splash.

I quickly swam down to the bottom of the pool. I had just gotten there when Lucilla came rocketing down. Actually, the kettle ball was rocketing down, pulling her down with it by her tethered handcuffs to the rope with the clip attached to the end.

Thankfully I’d moved far enough away from the wall where it didn’t hit me. But I had to reach out and grab Lucilla by her head or she might have banged it into the floor coming down. That’s when I pulled her face to my erection.

She hungrily took me into her mouth. Then I started fucking her skull. It was instinctive, and I embarrassed myself by how aggressive I’d become.

I finally eased off, thrusting gently between her lips. She grunted and gurgled up bubbles. I was shamefully hard as a rock.

She suddenly jerked around against the rope tethering her to the kettle ball. She’d reached that panic stage where she couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Her body wanted to return to the surface.

I waited for her to work at freeing herself. But she never made the attempt. A moment later, she took a big mouthful of water around my cock between her lips.

She immediately began hitching and gurgling as she thrashed about. That’s when my cock shamefully went off in her mouth as I held her head in place. She coughed up water, bubbles and cum as she hitched and grunted.

She spasmed less and less until she lifelessly hung tethered to the kettle ball, my cock in her mouth. I slowly pulled out, causing a little cum to swirl out as well. She stared with unseeing eyes at my swirling cream, her mouth open in the form of an “oh”.

I was about out of air myself. So I headed for the surface. I burst up gasping for breath as I looked over and noted the time.

I was embarrassed the way I’d used her mouth like that, even though she’d told me over and over again that she wanted me to. I was also ashamed over how aroused I’d become while watching her drown. But she’d certainly seemed eager for it, and was more than appreciative I was allowing her to drown in our indoor pool.

I waited for five minutes. Then I went down to retrieve her naked body. I unhooked her from the clip and brought her naked body up with the cuffs still attached.

I couldn’t help noticing a little discharge around her crotch. I got the distinct impression she’d experienced some sort of orgasm during her final moments. That made me feel somewhat better.

I got her up and laid her out along the side of the pool. I got out of the water, retrieved the keys and freed her from the cuffs. Then I put my speedos back on before I went and called Angry Moon Disposal.

When they arrived, they took her just the way she was. They didn’t care about her clothes. They said the bodies ended up naked anyway. So I folded up her clothes and put them in an empty locker before I got dressed and went home for the night.

4/10/25 Inspired by Naxos “Angry Moon” theme, and written with his permission.

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 2.2 (11)

Posted on August 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming September rewards

A rich woman
Another angry moon request
Leia and the Twil’lek
Out in the yard
Breathholding for coach
3 Drowning shorts
A mutual decision
The she-spies last case 2
A lethal fetish
Potpourri 4
Her uw escape act
And I hope to finish Ships in the Night 4 in time

July stories/rewards will fall off at the end of August to make room for September rewards.

My youtube feed has been giving me lots of rapture videos lately. Some are of little children seeing Jesus. Others are by people who are seeing or confirming a soon-coming event. These videos seem to be in the hundreds and thousands.

What month are they talking about? They’re talking about September, this next month. And a lot of them are mentioning the 23rd and 24th, days in the Jewish calendar celebrated as the feast of trumpets. And why is that significant? Because 1 Corinthians 15:51-52 says “51Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, 52in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” 1 Thessalonians 4: 16 and 17 says “16For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: 17then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.”

I’m a writer. So I like to try imagining what that moment will look like and then try to describe it to my audience. Jesus says in Matthew 24: 40 and 41 “40Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left. 41Two women shall be grinding at the mill; the one shall be taken, and the other left.” That tells me that in order to describe this correctly I will have to write about people disappearing and people being left behind.

The first thing I picture is the I-5 freeway going down to Seattle from the North. There’s always a lot of traffic on that stretch of road. On that day, many cars will suddenly become driverless in a split-second. And there will be instant gridlock. What’s more, I don’t think you’ll be able to clear it up right away. That’s because the emergency vehicles will have a hard time just getting onto the freeway, much less reaching any particular spot to lend assistance. Gridlock will be up and down the entire freeway. I suspect people will be stuck there for a very, very long time. What will they do? Will they eventually just leave their vehicles and walk, turning that section of road into a used car lot with a lot of undrivable vehicles?

Where else will vanishings take place? I can just imagine…
*People will disappear at stadiums during games. People will disappear from the playing field. You might actually catch a glimpse of them shooting upward.
*People will disappear from their homes, their beds, their backyards.
*Patients will disappear from operations. Doctors will disappear in the middle of making an incision. Nurses will just vanish.
*People in grocery stories, restaurants and shopping malls will suddenly vanish. Even kids in school will disappear.
*People in airports and on airplanes will suddenly vanish. Air traffic controllers will disappear. Baggage handlers and counter clerks will suddenly turn up missing. And you know the biggest thing about all of this? I would need to include in my story that this event is going to take place around the world at the exact same moment, and is going to be caught on camera by millions upon millions of phones and security cameras.

Scholars say young children who have not yet reached the age of accountability (knowing right from wrong) will also disappear. Kids below the age of four (give or take) will be taken, including babies still in the womb. I would have to write about day care centers with all or most of the children suddenly vanishing. Hospital nurseries will have all of the babies vanish right before the startled eyes of the nurses. So this story would have to include the fact that there are going to be millions upon millions of freaked out parents, all wondering where their kids have gone. And again, all of this will be caught on camera. Where did they go?

Luke 21:26 says “Men’s hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.” That’s an interesting thought. And it makes perfect sense. People are going to be so frightened that they are going to have heart attacks, not to mention all the numerous accidents and injuries that are going to take place. But how are all the doctors, nurses, firefighters and paramedics going to be able to reach them if there are now FEWER doctors, nurses, firefighters and paramedics to respond, especially if traffic is snarled simply trying to reach them?

And how will this event be explained away? Well, I guess there is that interstellar object that’s approaching; right? We’ve had a lot of movies about aliens attacking the earth. Why not tell the whole world that UFOs snatched them up and took them all away? Do you think that might work? I’ll bet millions of people can or will be fooled into believing that, don’t you? I could probably write it that way.

But what’s going to happen next after that incredible event that takes place around the world in an instant? Will there be a run on toilet paper, just like the last big worldly event we had in 2020? Somehow, I suspect there will be a run on far more than just toilet paper. I think there will be a run on food, gasoline, and cash out of all the banks. Most, if not all of the stores, will probably run out of food within hours, especially if people panic and start taking it without even paying for it.

What happens then? What happens with no food, no gas, and no cash in the banks anymore? People are going to become desperate. And desperate people do desperate things. And since the police will be otherwise preoccupied, there will be numerous acts of lawlessness that will take place. I’m sure you can imagine the number of lives that might be lost.

Back to food, fuel and other purchases. For one thing, prices are going to jump enormously with a sudden shortage of food and fuel. That also means the authorities are going to have to prioritize which stores and gas stations will get restocked. Some stories and gas stations actually may have to close. And what about your favorite restaurant? Will they get the food they need to sell to their patrons? Or will they start to close in the coming days? Will you even be able to go get a taco at your local Taco Bell? Will they even be open? And if so, how much will they charge for it?

What about all the Home Depots, the Lowes, and places like Lumber Liquidators? Will people even be thinking about doing a home remodel after the rapture? Will those stores eventually go out of business? What about movie theaters? And what about all these sporting events? Will there even be a football season this fall? Will the World Series even be played? What will the world look like when the entire population is just looking to survive?

Paul says in 1 Thessalonians 5:2-3 “2For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night. 3For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape.”  They’ve sure been saying “peace and safety” a lot lately, haven’t they? Peace and safety “this” and peace and safety “that”.

So what does sudden destruction look like? Well, haven’t we been hearing talk about the Cascadia and San Andreas fault systems going off soon? Aren’t they talking about everything West of I-5 falling into the ocean? What if those faults give way? And what about the Madrid fault in the middle of the country? What if it goes off?

I’ve been thinking about all the dead rising. What will happen when all those graves are pulled up out of the earth? There’s going to be some sort of earthly reaction, isn’t there? And that’s not even considering the possibility of volcanoes going off, much less any kind of tsunami activity that might strike. Sudden destruction indeed!

Not enough? How about if I add a little more. There are some youtubers who’ve seen war in their dreams. They’ve seen nuclear explosions. We’ve certainly got a couple of big countries not too happy with us. There are a lot of wars and rumors of wars taking place right now, many threatening to explode into something major. And aren’t we hearing that things might come to a head this September? What if we get nuked mere seconds after the rapture, as some have shared in dreams and visions?

As a writer, these would have to be the things I would need to put into this story in order to to make it accurate according to scripture. And I’m probably missing a lot of stuff, like volcanoes and the possibility of Yellowstone National Park going crazy. So things could turn out to be much, much worse than the scenarios I have just laid out.

Remember those 4 horsemen of the apocalypse mentioned in Revelation 6? That second horseman takes peace from the earth and brings war. That third horseman brings economic collapse and high prices. People will have to earn a day’s wages just to buy a loaf of bread. But we can certainly understand why, can’t we… what with a bunch of farmers suddenly disappearing, vanished delivery drivers who can’t ship orders, and with quakes, fires, floods and volcanoes interfering with deliveries.

And that fourth horsemen? He brings death on a massive scale. Revelation 6:7-8 says “7And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. 8And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.” That tells me there will be war, lawlessness, death and destruction on a scale so massive, so vast, that the few doctors, nurse, paramedics and firefighters still remaining will not even be able to keep up with it.

It sounds like a story on a massive scale. It would make for a very scary movie, wouldn’t it? But I don’t even think there will be movies playing anymore after the rapture. So all the cinemas will also end up closing. It will be hard to produce a movie when no one can afford to pay to watch it because they are too busy paying to survive. But how will they be able to afford to buy anything at all when there will be such massive unemployment? The world will have to do something, and I think that’s where AI and a digital currency will come into play.

Have I painted a scary-enough picture? It sure sounds scary to me. I know I sure wouldn’t want to be around here for any of that. But the Bible says it is going to happen. And if we just look around the world we see right now, we can see a lot of things happening that confirm the utter devastation of just such an event.

So why do I bring this up? Because those dates in September are only a month away. That means there is very little time left. And I want to warn you. Some of you won’t believe me, and I accept that. Just watch what happens over the next few weeks and see if things get any crazier. I strongly suspect we’ll continue to have more fires and “1,000 year floods” in what they are calling the year of the flood and year of the fire.

Is there a way of escape? Jesus tells the Philadelphia church in Revelation 3:10 “10Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world, to try them that dwell upon the earth.” I like that promise of escape. John 3:16-17 says “16For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. 17For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.” Jesus did not come to condemn us, but to save us. Only we have to want to be saved.  Romans 3:23 says “For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” Romans 6:23 says “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our lord.” And the best verse of all? Romans 10:13 says “For whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.”

So I want to urge you to get you and your family on the ark to safety while there is still time. Call on the name of the Lord today. I don’t want to see you stuck on this planet under the conditions I’ve spelled out. For all I know, things are going to be much, MUCH worse than I have laid out. I’m just a writer, and I know many of you have even greater imaginations than I do.

I know it’s not my goal to preach on a story site. After all, I’m not a preacher. But all of you, my patrons, mean the world to me, both on the pay side and on the free side. Many of you have been with me for a long time, paying for my stories. I hope you’ve read and enjoyed the tales I’ve posted. You have chosen to be here when you could just as easily have gone anywhere else. And I greatly appreciate that.

I just can’t ignore what’s coming. I feel like the bridge is out, it’s raining cats and dogs, and you and your family are unknowingly racing toward an abyss. It would be wrong of me to let you go careening over the edge without speaking up and letting you know what I and so many others are seeing.

Like I said, I appreciate you all so very much, and I feel the need to warn you. It would sit heavy on my conscience if I didn’t say anything about what’s coming. God would hold me accountable if I didn’t alert you to the times we are in.

So I’m urging you: get you and your families to safety by calling on the Lord today while there is still time. Because time is running out. The rapture is coming; world events are pointing toward it. We are seeing so many crazy things, and they are only getting worse. I knew this day was coming. But it took such a long time to get here that shamefully I became complacent. So I apologize. I’m sorry I haven’t done a better job of warning you until now.

Meanwhile, I’ve tried to come up with some fun, distracting stories for you to enjoy for the month of September. And I AM planning to upload stories for October if I’m still here. I could be wrong about all this, but so many hundreds and thousands of people are seeing the same thing that I don’t think I am. So I don’t think I’ll be here to post another update on Sept 25, much less be around to put stories up for October.

If I’m still here, you can all laugh at me, whip me with a wet noodle, call me crazy and talk about that kooky Riwa. I would rather warn you and be wrong than not warn you at all and watch as it all comes crashing down. I shudder to think about what’s about to happen to all the remaining inhabitants on this planet. But I suppose seeing the full force of God’s wrath on an unbelieving world would make any man shudder. It’s going to be the worst 7 tears in the history of humanity.

Quick update: mom is doing ok. I’m blessed to still have her. We’re watching what’s going on around us while waiting for Jesus to come get us.

Anyway, let me put this novel to bed by saying it to you one more time in case this might be my very last update. I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you all so very, very, VERY much for being my patrons. You mean the world to me. I hope you enjoy my September stories. But I can’t make any promises about October. I suppose we’ll find out one way or the other when we get there.

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Keeping it in the family 4.4 (25)

Posted on August 25, 2025 by riwa

Anna Bell watched her son mature into a strapping young man. But she did not trust any of the girls he’d come across while he was growing up. She was afraid her son Davy might pick up a sexually transmitted disease along the way.

Davy had no father in his life. So he always submitted to his mother. He knew she worked in the porn industry. But rather than being embarrassed in front of his peers at school, he was the envy of all his friends.

His mother had no idea how regularly he would search the internet for her porn videos. Davy wanked off to them every chance he got. In his opinion, his mom was far sexier than any of the girls at the university.

The first time she caught him masturbating, he was jerking off to one of her videos. She could not resist admiring the length and size of his erection. In fact, he was comparable to many of the actors she worked with in the porn industry.

He was sure she was going to be furious when she walked in on him. Davy figured he was going to be in big trouble getting caught wanking off to one of her videos. But instead of being angry, his mother was flattered.

It turned her on knowing her son was getting off watching her suck and fuck onscreen. So she removed her blouse and bra, and gave him a titty-fuck right then and there. She loved it when he came all over her boobs.

Afterwards, Davy didn’t know how he should feel. It was a young man’s dream come true: having his porn star mother come in and make him cum with her tits. For days afterwards, he masturbated to the mental image of what she’d done to him that day.

One day, Anna Bell was feeling particularly horny. She went to her son’s room and listened through the closed door. It sounded like he was getting off to another one of her videos on the Internet.

She knocked and asked if she could come in. She heard scrambling as he cried out, “Just a minute, mom!” Then he opened the door in a t-shirt and pants.

She smiled as she sweetly asked, “Is there something wrong, Davy?”

“Oh no, mom,” he replied with a shake of his head. I was just, uh…”

She saw his laptop closed on his bed. “Mind if I see what you were looking at, Davy?” Then she walked in and snatched it up before he could stop her.

She opened it up and brought up one of her blowjob videos. “Oh, Davy,” she scolded. “Were you watching to see how your mother sucks cock?”

“No, mom!” he panted, his eyes wide as he shook his head. “I wasn’t doing anything like that!”

Anna Bell was incredibly aroused. She smiled coyly at her son as she asked, “Would you like to see how I suck a cock for real? I can do that for you, honey. Let me show you how I do it.”

She pushed him into a sitting position onto the edge of the bed. He became alarmed, wondering where this was going as he sputtered, “Uh, mom… you don’t have to.” But she had already knelt next to where he was sitting.

She slowly caressed his crotch, working him into a bulge. Eventually she pulled his pants down until they came off. She had to smile inwardly when she discovered in his panic he hadn’t had time to get his underwear back on before she’d walked in.

His cock was rock hard. It looked quite impressive. She really could envision him working in the porn industry, fucking all those other bitches.

She sucked and slobbered all over it until it was nice and stiff and dripping. Anna Bell slowly took it clear down her throat. She even undressed during her performance until she was quite naked as she serviced her son.

Soon, she could tell her Davy could hold back no longer. “Cum on my tits, honey!” she declared. Then she squeezed them together as her son spurted quite a load all over them.

She wiped up all that cum with her fingers before putting them into her mouth and licking them clean. “That’s how I do a blowjob video, Davy. Come see me anytime you have a question about my work.” Then she left, rushing off to her bedroom so she could get her toy and experience a release of her own.
—
A few days later, Anna Bell decided it was high time to break in her son properly. She suspected he was probably fucking some girl at school. And she was worried about him catching something nasty.

She knocked on the door, and he let her in. She asked what he was doing. “Nuthin’,” he said with a shake of his head. But his laptop was lying closed on the bed. She was sure he’d been searching for porn on the Internet.

“Looking for one of my videos to jerk off to, honey?” Davy shook his head. Anna Bell smiled as he blushed right in front of her.

“Mind if we watch one together, Davy?” Then she searched the internet until she found one she liked. “This will be a good one,” she declared as she pulled it up and hit “play”.

At first, he was extremely embarrassed watching a porn video of his mother… with his mother. Then she surprised him by asking if he would like to duplicate what they were doing on the screen. Almost immediately, she noticed a bulge develop in his pants.

For the next half hour, they watched her performance in the video. Her son became incredibly horny. Anna Bell helped him remove his pants, and then stroked his erection until the video concluded.

She smiled as she told him, “Now let’s get you started on your training, son. I’m so horny right now. I can’t wait to walk you through one. I’m going to pull up a favorite of mine.”

She picked out a video of her and some guy with a long, thick cock. She walked her son through the blowjob part, sucking his cock while mimicking what happened on screen. Then it was time to fuck.

On the video, Anna Bell was bent over the side of the bed. So she bent over her son’s bed and asked him to fuck her from behind. She told him to watch what happened on the video to make sure he did a good job.

Davy could hardly believe it. But he did as his mother suggested. He followed what happened on the video to the letter, fucking his mother from behind as they watched the action on the video.

Other positions were soon involved. Anna Bell encouraged her son to mimic each and every scene with her. Soon they were on top of the bed, practicing both the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl positions.

Anna Bell helped her son to hold off his release. She used a couple of techniques she’d developed with her porn partners. When the time came, she sucked his cock until he pulled out and spurted all over her face.

His mother didn’t stop after just one video. She went and picked out another one to observe. Besides, Davy was a horny young man whom she knew was capable of going quite a while longer with the proper motivation.

She and her son fucked all the way through another video. It was so exciting that she actually orgasmed a couple of times. In the end, she sucked his cock before letting him cum inside her warm mouth.

From that day onward, mother and son fucked often. Anna Bell even urged her son to seek her out whenever he was horny. She explained it was far better to fuck at home than to risk a sexually transmitted disease among the girls at school.

For the time being, Davy did not let his friends know he was fucking his mother. He didn’t want any of them coming around seeking a fuck for themselves. His mom warned him others might get jealous if they knew he was fucking a porn star. So he kept quiet about it.

One day, Anna Bell heard different sounds coming from her son’s bedroom. It sounded like someone was being choked in there. So she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in.

Once more, she heard her son scrambling. He finally let her in. His clothes looked like they’d been hastily thrown on.

She got right to the point. “What were you watching this time, Davy?”

“Uh… nothing, mom.” For some reason, he seemed extraordinarily embarrassed.

“Let me see, honey. Besides, I should probably know what videos you’re looking at on the Internet; right?”

“No, mom; maybe you’d better not.” But she snatched up the laptop before he could stop her.

She opened it up to find another video of her. But this one was significantly different. Anna Bell didn’t know what to think.

She didn’t have to play much of it before she’d ascertained what type of video he’d pulled up. She turned to her son and motioned at the clip. “Davy, do you like this? Does this type of fucking really turn you on?”

His face turned red as he shook his head. “Uh… no, mom; it doesn’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, mom!”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should watch this one together. Now take off your pants, so I can see your reaction. Don’t worry: I’ll get undressed with you so you won’t feel embarrassed or anything.”

“But mom…”

“Now do as I say, Davy!”

Her son did as he was told until they both ended up naked. Then she started the video from the beginning. In this one, she’d been choked quite a few times during sex.

She kept a close eye on Davy’s cock during the entire video. Without any touching or caressing on her part, he got hard watching her performance on the monitor. But his cock really stiffened up when she was choked out.

Anna Bell sighed as the video ended. Her son was hard as a rock. She motioned at the laptop as she asked, “You really like that type of fucking, honey?”

“No, mom; of course I don’t!”

She gently stroked his erection as she coyly told him, “Now don’t lie to me, son. You really liked that video; didn’t you?” He just nodded shamefully.

“Want to watch it with me again?” He shook his head no. But when she gave him a questioning look, he shamefully nodded his head.

They watched it all the way through to the end for a second time. Davy was just as aroused as their first run through. It was quite clear he’d enjoyed the activities taking place throughout the video.

Anna Bell felt a strange mixture of shame and arousal. This was not what she’d been expecting. Was it possible her son now wanted to strangle her while fucking her??

When it finished, she turned to face him. “I only did two of those, honey. They certainly paid me well. I suppose you’d like to see the other one I did? Sooner or later, you’re probably going to find it.”

He gulped as he shook his head. But his cock twitched in her grasp as she gently stroked him. “I thought so,” she replied with a chuckle.

Anna Bell found the other one and pulled it up. It showed her being asphyxiated in several different ways. Davy’s cock remained hard throughout, even though she’d deliberately removed her hand a couple of times.

Clearly he was turned on by all this. Was he having fantasies about asphyxiating some girl at school while fucking her? Was he now having fantasies about asphyxiating his own mother?

“Is it the bondage, Davy?” she asked carefully. “Or is it the asphyxiation… how I reacted when I was out of breath?”

“It was the, uh… it was the bondage, mom.”

“Don’t lie to me, Davy. Would you like to fuck me while you’re taking my breath away?”

At first, he shook his head. Then he saw her stern gaze and nodded shamefully. She could see right through her son, especially when it came to things of a sexual nature.

She thought about the girls at the university. Could she trust them with her son? Worse, could she trust her son with them? Maybe it would be best to walk him through it herself so he’d know how to be careful.

“I’ll tell you what we’ll do, Davy. We’ll get together and do it tomorrow night. Can you wait that long?” He nodded with what appeared to be barely contained excitement.

“I mean it, honey. Don’t do this to any of those school bitches until after I’ve walked you through it first. Ok?” He smiled and nodded before she got up and left.

She was so distracted that she neglected to get him off. She did not even hear him turn the second video back on after she’d walked out the door. That meant she did not hear his release at the moment of her strangulation in the video.
—
The next evening after supper, Anna Bell went into her bedroom to set things up. Then she invited her son to come in. She had him bring in his laptop and pull up that video they’d watched from the other day.

She was a little concerned her son could accidentally take things too far. But she was more concerned about the girls at the university. If she could walk Davy through it, perhaps she could help him avoid any unfortunate mishaps.

Naturally, she had some bondage gear. She’d used it to entertain a couple of gentlemen who’d come over when her son was at work after school. Now she was becoming excited at the idea Davy would be the one fucking her while asphyxiating her.

She dressed up in her sexiest lingerie, the set with the holes cut for her nipples and pussy to show through. She walked her son through the process of securing her spread-eagled to the bed. Then she had him turn on the video.

They watched it together. On the video, Anna Bell had her pussy licked while she was tied up and helpless. So she walked Davy through that procedure until she was positively writhing with excitement.

At the point in the video where she was choked, Anna Bell allowed her son to gently squeeze her neck. He was understandably cautious. She actually had to tell him “harder” a couple of times.

When the scene was finished, she walked her son through the bagging part of the video. He grabbed the plastic from the nightstand, where she’d set everything up. They watched the video together. Then he bagged his mother without fucking her.

She told him to play with her boobs and finger her pussy until she came. He was to pull the bag off when it stopped puffing from her lips. Davy was a good learner, and he actually brought his mother to orgasm before he pulled the bag off.

Next was the strangulation scene. Mother and son watched before she walked Davy through it. He strangled her with her nylons until she climaxed again.

“I think we’re ready, honey,” she told him when the video ended. “Let’s see what you remembered. First, we’ll start with the choking. Now fuck me and choke me. You should be able to recognize when I’m cumming; right?”

Davy was horny and dripping, eager to fuck his mother. He pushed his cock in deep and started to thrust. Then he wrapped his fingers around her throat and began to squeeze. It set Anna Bell’s pussy on fire.

She bucked and shuddered as her son fucked her spread-eagled on her bed. She certainly didn’t need to make any suggestions now. He even backed off before re-applying pressure around her throat until she climaxed good and hard.

Anna Bell was proud her son hadn’t cum yet. Would he be able to hold off during her bagging? He was getting so good at this that she was becoming sexually addicted to her own child.

Next, he bagged her as he fucked her. She could tell how much he enjoyed watching her become breathless. Every time she clenched around the cock inside her, she thought for sure she was going to make him cum. Apparently, he’d learned his lessons well.

She experienced a breathless orgasm with the bag over her head. It was more intense than it had been when he’d choked her. Her son was definitely talented. Anna Bell wondered just how soon she should arrange a screen test for him at the place where she worked.

Now it was time for the nylons. She didn’t even have to walk him through it. He was hard and ready to explode.

He began strangling her as he fucked her harder and faster. Davy began panting, “Gawd, mom; you are so fucking hot! I just want to cum inside you while I’m strangling you!”

Anna Bell was unbelievably aroused. She was ready to explode. This was going to be the biggest one yet…

“Make me cum, Davy! Make your horny, whore mother cum! Cum inside your horny, whore mother – GAWK!”

He pulled hard on the nylons wrapped around her throat. That’s when Anna Bell started seeing stars. Her cunt clenched involuntarily around his dick as asphyxia made her body develop a mind of its own.

She thought maybe the nylons were just a little too tight. So she tried to warn her son. But all she saw was a look of intense lust in his expression.

Her chest heaved as her lungs screamed at her. Her mind tried to cry out, “Davy, not so tight! Your mother can’t breathe!” Then it exploded inside her with all the fury of a violent, volcanic eruption.

Anna Bell bucked and shuddered underneath her son. Her eyes rolled as her tongue protruded. Her face went red, just as it had done in the video.

Davy felt his cock swell inside his mother’s fuck-canal. He pulled harder as he exploded within her, filling her with his hot, creamy load. Anna Bell felt her son’s seed inside her, triggering a more violent orgasm.

She was blinded with pleasure as her back arched. Her cunt furiously milked the cock inside her. Then everything shorted out.

Davy just kept thrusting. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. His mom suddenly collapsed underneath him. But he kept pounding and spurting inside her as he strangled the life out of her.

He finally came down from the high of his sexual release. He eased up on the nylons, panting heavily. His mother stared up at the ceiling with dull, lifeless eyes.

“Wow, mom! That was so intense! You were great!”

She did not respond…

“Mom? It’s over; I’m done now. Mom?

Her face was dark. He carefully unwrapped the nylons from around her throat. It alarmed him to see how they’d bitten into her flesh, leaving deep, red ligature marks.

“Mom? MOM??”

He tried everything he could think of to revive her. But she was long past that. He finally had to give up.

He stood up and stared at his dead mother lying spread-eagled and bound on her bed. He considered what he’d done. To him, there was only one option. Besides, it was something he’d seen on the internet.

He got some extra rope his mother had stashed away for sexual use at a later date. He looped it over the door, making sure it was secured to the knob on the other side. Then he made a loop for his head.

He leaned back against the door, allowing the rope to tighten around his neck. It made his cock stiffen. Then he tried to sit down.

He almost made it to the floor. He just sat there stroking it as he remembered his lethal, sexual encounter with his porn star mother. Then his cock spurted a little as oblivion claimed him.

2022 (written for Anubis Jun 29 ’22 by riwa. Picture included for illustration purposes.)

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Boyfriend next door 9 4.2 (21)

Posted on August 18, 2025 by riwa

Part 9

Mrs. K took me all the way down to the bottom of their pool on one side of the ladder. I only struggled a little. With my wrists still cuffed behind my back, I figured I was in no position to resist. Obedience would obviously be my best option.

She pulled me to her and gently kissed me. I got a lot of affectionate tongue, which I obediently returned. I thought maybe I’d get lucky, and this would only turn out to be more breath-holding.

She suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair. My head was pulled away from her face and forced downward. Then her strap-on was pushed against my mouth.

I dutifully parted my lips. Mrs. K promptly forced the strap-on deep into my mouth. She did some firm thrusting, so I dutifully did some anxious sucking.

I heard bubbly grunts from somewhere nearby. I glanced over to see mom getting her face fucked by Mr. K over on the other side of the ladder. Kristin was right there, bubbling as she watched what her father was doing to my mother.

When he pulled his cock out, my girlfriend grabbed mom’s head and kissed her forcefully. Afterwards, Mr. K’s cock was forced back between my mother’s lips. It resulted in more bubbly grunts. It certainly didn’t look like she was putting up any kind of resistance or anything.

Mrs. K pulled out of my mouth. She pulled my head up and kissed me fiercely. Then she forced my head back down and fucked my mouth some more.

My crazy girlfriend was totally into everything. She kept kissing mom whenever she got the chance. But she got face-fucked by her father a couple of times for her efforts. She didn’t seem to mind though.

About halfway through, Kristin turned away from my mom and her father. She came over to us and kissed me whenever Mrs. K gave me a break. But my girlfriend got the occasional face-fucking from her mother as well. Then Mrs. K would return to thrusting that rubber phallus between my lips.

It made it a little more difficult trying to hold my breath. I kept grunting and losing air. Kristin would sneak in the occasional kiss with me whenever her mother allowed it.

I was running out of breath when Mrs. K hauled me back to the surface. When my head came up, I heard mom gasping right next to me. I doubt we were at the surface longer than thirty seconds or so before we were both forced back down toward the bottom and face-fucked again.

Once more, I heard my mother’s bubbly grunts. I thought I saw her glancing over at me to see what was happening to me. But maybe I was mistaken.

My girlfriend occasionally kissed me whenever her mother was not making me suck her strap-on. She was also forced to suck that rubber phallus a couple times. Then she went over to mom and her father, kissing my mother while sometimes getting her dad’s cock thrust between her lips.

We were finally hauled back to the surface again. Kristin blurted out how hot it all was, watching a mother/son face-fucking underwater. She said she loved kissing us while getting to suck on a cock or phallus every now and then.

We weren’t topside for very long. But this time, I was only shoved down far enough until Mrs. K could fuck my mouth again while her head was still up out of the water. Mom was right next to me, forced to suck Mr. K’s dick. Kristin was submerged with us, touching and caressing us while enjoying what was happening to us.

For a minute or two we were brought up and down rather quickly. We would suck, and then be brought up and gasp for breath. Then we would both be pushed right back down, bubbling and sucking again. We wriggled and squirmed, but there was very little we could do about our situation.

After a few minutes, there was some sort of transfer that took place while mom and I were still submerged. Mr. K suddenly got me by a handful of hair. Then I felt a real cock being shoved into my mouth.

I heard mom grunt next to me as she was forced to suck Mrs. K’s strap-on. Then we were jerked back up to the surface for quick breaths before being forced back down to suck some more. My cock ended up getting hard and staying that way from all that forced, breath-hold sucking.

Kristin stole kisses from each of us whenever there was a pause. She would also suck her father’s dick or her mother’s strap-on for a few seconds. She loved being a part of the whole thing.

We were finally pulled up and allowed to catch our breaths. Kristin gushed at how erotic it was to see us both sucking like that. She said she loved sharing the act of sucking with us while sneaking the occasional underwater kiss.

Mr. K finally took me all the way down to the bottom of the pool ladder. He kissed me deeply until I thought maybe my rough ordeal was going to calm down. But once again, he forced me down to his crotch where he shoved his dick between my lips.

I glanced over to notice mom getting a similar face-fucking. Kristin was right there, kissing my mother whenever possible. Sometimes she got her mom’s strap-on thrust between her lips as my mom looked on.

After a while, Kristin came over to kiss me a time or two. She got her dad’s cock between her lips a couple of times. Mostly, she just watched as her father thrust his cock into my mouth.

He really pushed my limits before we were returned to the surface. Then we got that suck-dunk treatment. We were pulled up to breathe and be kissed before being submerged and forced to suck.

Mom and I were finally allowed to catch our breath as they swapped us out once more. Mrs. K held onto me and grinned as she asked me if I was ready to have some real fun. Naturally, I didn’t know what she was thinking about, so I didn’t answer.

Mom didn’t say anything either while she was catching her breath. She looked a little dazed from the experience. But I got the impression she’d kind of enjoyed herself.

It was Kristin who answered her mother. She eagerly blurted out, “Yeah, mom! Now you two should have some real fun with Jason and Natalie!” I’m not sure who was enjoying our forced sucking more: her or her parents.

Mom and I were both instructed to get really big breaths. Then we were taken down toward the bottom of the pool ladder. I had no idea what was going to happen next.

Mr. K was behind mom as Kristin went up to her and kissed her. Then he carefully pulled her down until it looked like she was impaled on his dick. I could actually see his erection coming out of her bare slit.

Mom’s eyes flew open as she bubbled through her kiss with Kristin. My girlfriend giggled as she broke away and turned toward me. She immediately started kissing me deeply.

I felt something push hard against my sphincter. My anal ring finally gave way as Mrs. K entered me with her strap-on. Mom went all wide-eyed as she watched us.

The strap-on went deep inside me until it felt like it bottomed out. I bubbled in surprise as Mrs. K made me bounce up and down on her rubber phallus. When I looked, I saw mom being bounced up and down on Mr. K’s dick as well.

Kristin bubbled over how hot it all was. Then she pulled my mother’s face down into her crotch. It looked like she was making her lick her out while mom was being fucked by Mr. K.

Bubbles came out around mom’s head buried in my girlfriend’s crotch. It looked like Mr. K was trying to fuck the breath out of her. My girlfriend eagerly humped her face, a look of pleasure in her features.

I bubbled in astonishment as I watched them. Then Mrs. K reached around and stroked my erection as I rode her. My cock twitched in her grasp.

I couldn’t believe what was happening to mom and I at the bottom of their pool ladder! There were grunts and bubbles as Mr. and Mrs. K kept thrusting into us. We were close enough that I probably could have reached out and touched my mother had my hands been free.

My girlfriend pulled away from my mom, only to turn her attention toward me. She grabbed my head and forced me down into her crotch. I grunted bubbles from the strap-on pushing in and out of my ass as she humped my face.

Kristin finally pulled away enough for me to see mom losing her breath. Mrs. K must have noticed because she signaled to Mr. K. Then they hauled us up to the surface where we all emerged, panting like crazy.

My girlfriend gasped, “That’s really hot, watching you fuck my boyfriend, mom!”

“It sure is, honey,” I heard her reply with amusement from behind me. Then a hand pushed my head down until I was grunting and bubbling as the strap-on thrust in and out. I couldn’t believe how hard my cock was from the humiliation of being fucked by her mother’s strap-on.

My head was pulled back up, and I gasped for breath. Kristin turned toward my mom and gasped, “Isn’t that hot, Natalie… watching mom fuck Jason?”

Mom looked right at me. She didn’t say anything, as she was mostly moaning from being fucked by Mr. K. But the look on her face indicated she liked what she saw.

Kristin’s father smiled as he pushed down on her head. My mother was forced to hold her breath, grunting and bubbling as he thrust in and out of her. It was so embarrassing that I found myself shamefully aroused watching mom bubbling while she was getting fucked.

Mr. K pulled her head up until mom came up panting for breath. She gasped and moaned helplessly. Then my girlfriend locked lips with her as Mr. K forced her head back down.

Mrs. K forced me under as well. She and her husband must have submerged, because their heads were both underwater. Mom kept grunting up bubbles as she kissed my girlfriend.

Kristin pulled mom’s head down into her crotch again. Then she humped her as Mr. K fucked her from behind. That’s when my mother suddenly cried out a froth of bubbles.

We were pulled back up to the surface until all of us were gasping for breath. Kristin blurted out, “Wow, mom! I think Natalie just came!” My mom kind of looked all weak and breathless.

I felt humiliated being treated like a sex toy. But it was all so shamefully arousing. Kristin told me how hot it was seeing my mother have an orgasm underwater before she kissed me.

The strap-on was still inside me when mom got her breath back. I heard Mrs. K say,” Now I think it’s Jason’s turn to cum; eh, honey?” She may have been talking to her husband, but it was Kristin who eagerly replied, “Yeah, mom! Now it’s Jason’s turn!”

Mom and I were warned to get big breaths. Then we were taken down toward the bottom of the ladder. Mrs. K thrust harder into my ass as Mr. K enjoyed fucking my mother.

We were so close that Mrs. K grabbed my mom’s head and pulled her down into my lap. The next thing I felt was mom’s lips wrapping around my erection. She kept grunting up bubbles as she took me as deep as she could.

It was humiliating being fucked by Mrs. K’s strap-on while my own mother was forced to suck my dick in the midst of her own fucking. Having to hold my breath only intensified the experience. Mrs. K did her best to hold my mom’s head in place as she kissed my neck.

Mr. K had this big smile on his face as he fucked my mother. Mom kept grunting up bubbles. But she sucked me as though she knew what she was doing.

I think she wanted to get me off. She sucked eagerly as Kristin rubbed her all over. Then my girlfriend came over and pushed her crotch against my face.

She humped me pretty good. Then I heard mom let out a muffled, bubbly cry. That’s when I wondered if she was cumming again.

It was too much for me. The arousal and humiliation promptly pushed me over the edge. Mom let out an eager groan as I pumped a load into her mouth.

Mom and I were both losing our breath when they hauled us back up to the surface. Kristin eagerly kissed my mother. Then she turned and kissed me, giving me lots of tongue until I thought I tasted cum on my lips and in my mouth.

Mom looked deliriously pleasured. I felt a little guilty after my release. But as we all caught our breath, Kristin and her parents seemed happy over how the evening was turning out.

2024 (written Jul 13 ‘24 by riwa)

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Club takeout 4.4 (32)

Posted on August 11, 2025 by riwa

Occasionally my wife and I visit the Snuff Club for a night of excitement. We often pick out a woman from the line outside to join us. We never know what we’re going to do with her once we get her inside. But it often involves snuffing her.

Lately, my wife has been wondering what it would be like to take a girl home and enjoy her in the privacy of our basement. She’s been asking if we could pick one up from the Club and bring her home. So we talked to Mistress Chastity about it.

When I called her, she said she didn’t have a problem if we took a girl home with us. She told us we could even snuff her if we were so inclined. If we called the Club afterwards, they would happily send someone to pick up the corpse to cook down in their kitchen. This news greatly excited my wife.

The last time we were at the Club, I was the one who picked out the girl from the line. It had been my night to choose whether or not to snuff her. Eventually, we ended up hanging her in a private snuff room.

On this night, it was my wife’s turn to pick a girl and decide what to do with her. She wanted to bring one home so we could enjoy her at our leisure and in the comfort of our own residence. Naturally, I became aroused at the idea.

I made another suggestion. What if Mistress picked a girl out for us? My wife loved that idea. So she told me to call the Club and ask for a girl to bring home with us.

I called the Snuff Club and got the front desk. I told the representative on the other end what we were interested in. I was immediately put in touch with Mistress Chastity.

My wife was so excited that she took the phone from me. She asked if the Club would pick out a girl for us from the line outside. She said we would be there shortly to pick her up and bring her home, if that would be ok.

Mistress Chastity was more than agreeable. My wife said it was kind of like ordering take-out. Mistress chuckled before telling her she would find one out in line she hoped we would both enjoy.

When we finally got there, Mistress Chastity had a woman reserved for us. She told us her name was Jennifer. The young woman was quite attractive, and she had a nice rack.

Jennifer was told she would be going home with us. She immediately wanted to know what we were going to do to her. “These are some very important clients of ours,” Mistress Chastity explained. “They’re probably going to snuff you, sweetie. But knowing them, you’re probably going to go out with a bang.”

Jennifer dubiously looked us both over. I could not help wondering what was going through her mind. Did she think the Club owner was serious? Or did she think Mistress Chastity was joking?

We asked her if she would be willing for us to take her home. She looked at Mistress Chastity for advice. “It’s your choice,” the co-owner of the Club told her. “I strongly suspect they’re going to snuff you before the night is over. But if you do go home with them, the Club will most certainly be grateful you entertained a couple of our VIPs.”

Jennifer looked at us as though weighing things over in her mind. “They’re VIPs?” she repeated incredulously. And with that, she agreed to go home with us.

“Excellent!” Chastity gushed happily. “You’re going to have a wonderful time with them!”

We took her home straight away. I drove as my wife made out with her in the back seat. I had to focus on the road ahead, being as how they were really going at it all hot and heavy.

Once we got home, we wasted no time taking her straight down to our basement. My wife was visibly excited about the whole thing. I know I was sure eager to get things started.

Since it was her turn to give directions, I let the wife be in charge of all activities and decisions regarding our guest. Jennifer and my bride promptly undressed each other. Then they passionately kissed.

After a while, my wife started giving instructions. I dutifully tied Jennifer, making sure her legs were spread as she lay upon our torture brace. Then I made sure her arms were stretched and secured behind her.

The wife playfully covered her mouth with one hand, pinching her nose shut with her fingers. Jennifer’s eyes went wide as she struggled in vain to breathe. My wife loves toying with them, especially when it comes to making them breathless.

Next, I tied a rope around Jennifer’s neck as per my wife’s instructions. Meanwhile, she went and retrieved a vibrating wand. Then she used it on our guest as I pulled the rope tight.

Our guest was a little resistant at first. The harder I pulled, the more Jennifer suffered. But the more she suffered, the harder she climaxed. I think the orgasms loosened her right up.

Next, the wife used a whip on Jennifer, lashing her tits and crotch. Jennifer screamed (just the way she was supposed to). My wife has a rather sadistic side and likes to torture them.

After the whipping, my wife vibrated her again. Jennifer climaxed like a full-blown whore. It was erotic as hell, and it really turned on my sadistic bride.

After a while, we released her long enough to move her over to our special table. Her stomach was supported, but her breasts and nipples hung off the front. That’s when my wife attached alligator clamps with little weights to her nipples.

I rigged up a noose, leaving the end of the rope to dangle freely. My wife smiled as she looped it around Jennifer’s throat and snugged it up tight. Then she gave a dramatic warning pull, causing our guest to choke and rasp in alarm.

My kinky bride smiled as she attached her favorite strap-on. It’s a rather long, thick one. And since Jennifer’s legs hung off the end with her ass available, she got the fucking of her life.

My wife enjoyed pulling on the free end of the rope, almost cutting off our guest’s air supply as she brutalized her cunt. Jennifer cried out in pain until she could hardly breathe. Then she bucked and shuddered hard in orgasm.

My wife pulled out before beating her ass red with a whip. She went around and added more weight to the alligator clamps attached to her nipples. Then she went back around and thrust her strap-on deep into our guest’s butt.

Jennifer cried out again from the pain. That’s when my wife deliberately pulled hard on the rope, strangling our guest. But it was not enough to stop Jennifer from climaxing over and over again like the whore she clearly was.

After a while, my wife became bored. So Jennifer was freed from the table. But she remained secured in the noose.

I slid the table out of the way. Then Jennifer was stood upright. My wife playfully pulled on the free end of the rope, lifting our guest up onto her toes until she was rasping for breath.

Responding to instructions, I dutifully spread Jennifer’s legs apart. I attached a bar between her ankles. Then I attached a dildo pole to the spreader bar, the dildo being cruelly inserted up into her ass.

As I pulled on the rope, my wife sadistically whipped her all over, leaving red welts all over her flesh. She made sure to whip her crotch and tits, making the still-attached weights bounce from her nipples. Jennifer screamed… and then she climaxed again. My bride loved it.

Next, she added alligator clips to her labia, making sure to add weight to each clip so it would hurt. Jennifer tried to scream from the pain. But I made sure to pull on the noose hard enough to heft her up onto her toes.

Her agony could only be expressed in rasps and gurgles as my wife vibrated her again. Jennifer climaxed hard, this time squirting all over our bare floor. My wife loved it.

She cruelly added more weight to the nipple clamps. Then she added more weight to the labia clamps. Jennifer was clearly in agony.

My sadistic bride whipped her tits, stomach and ass. She hit whatever did not yet have a red welt upon it. Then she vibrated Jennifer’s swollen nub until the poor thing climaxed violently.

”You want relief?” my wife asked. Jennifer tearfully nodded. But she received a lash against her breasts before my wife cried out, “Beg me to hang you!”

Jennifer anxiously shook her head no. I think now it was beginning to dawn on her just what exactly she had signed up for when she had agreed to join us. But it was much too late for her to change her mind.

My wife whipped her ass. Jennifer was in anguish, especially with the weights hanging from her nipples and labia. Then the whip stung her crotch again and again.

“Beg for it, bitch!” my wife demanded. But Jennifer still shook her head.

The whip sang out again and again. “Beg for it, bitch! Beg for it and I’ll give you one last orgasm as you hang!” Jennifer shook her head no.

“I just love it when they’re defiant,” my sadistic bride purred. “It means I get to whip them again and again.”

The whip sang out until Jennifer’s tits were red. Her ass was covered with marks. And she tried to cry out every time the whip stung her crotch, especially when it made contact with her clit.

Jennifer finally nodded as I held onto the rope, keeping her suffering upon her toes. My wife sneered, “I can’t hear you, bitch!” Then she nodded at me to give our guest some slack.

There were tears in her eyes as she rasped, “Please hang me.”

The whip sang out. Her tits bounced as those weights pulled on her nipples. Then she screamed as the whip made contact with those weights hanging from her labia.

“Please hang me.” she said more affirmatively. But the whip sang out again and again. Jennifer screamed in pain before crying out, “HANG ME – HANG ME!”

My wife grinned sadistically at me before nodding. That’s when I dutifully hauled Jennifer’s ass up into the air. With no more solid footing beneath her, she started to kick. But that just made the dildo pole cruelly fuck her ass.

She really rasped and wriggled as the thick noose extended her agony. My wife cruelly whipped her crotch until Jennifer squirted her climax. I was amazed how orgasmic she was.

“Here’s your reward,” my wicked bride said as she applied the vibrating wand. Jennifer actually looked as though she was trying to hump against it as she dangled from the noose. Then she appeared to shudder and squirt.

I asked my bride, “Shall we take her down?” She just shook her head as she replied, “Snuff the sexy bitch! I want to whip her as she dies!”

I left her up and tied her rope off as my wife whipped her again and again. Jennifer weakly kicked, further thrusting that dildo painfully up into her ass. Then she climaxed as she pissed herself.

She hung quietly as the wife kept whipping her. But there was no further response. So she made me haul Jennifer higher into the air so she could lick her dripping crotch.

My bride really feasted, enjoying the dead, dripping cunt. Then she told me, “Call Mistress Chastity! Tell her I loved the one she picked out for us. Someone can come get her for the kitchen. Be sure to let her know there’ll be a special tip in our payment to the Club.” I nodded before dutifully heading upstairs to make the call.

8-8-23 Inspired by the picture I found on the Internet from Hogtied.com.

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Janet and the swamp 4 (21)

Posted on August 4, 2025 by riwa

Janet headed outside in her bikini. It was hot and sweltering. She needed some sort of pool to jump into, get wet, and cool off. But there was no pool.

Out back was a nice body of water she believed might do the trick. It was rather swampy in appearance. But at least the water was clear.

What kind of creatures lived in the swamp? Was there anything dangerous she would have to watch out for? Janet wasn’t sure, as she didn’t know enough about this particular body of water.

She walked out to the dock, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and out of her eyes. It was terribly muggy. A refreshing swim would certainly feel good right about now.

She stood upon the end of the dock, looking down into the water. It was clear all the way to the bottom. She could see some greenery sprouting up out of the mud below. But for the most part, the deeper water was free of vegetation.

Instinctively she jumped off the dock feet first. Janet hit the water and sank to the bottom. She kept her feet together, wanting to find out how deep it was.

She bottomed out, her toes almost digging into the muddy soil. She kicked off and headed back to the surface. Then she burst up and gasped for breath.

The water was not as cool as she’d hoped. Since it was clear, she assumed there was an entrance and exit to filter out debris. But the heat of the day had warmed it up considerably.

She swam to the side of the dock and pulled herself out. She stood up and walked to the end of the dock. Then she jumped back in, ramrod straight as she kept her feet together.

She went right to the bottom, bubbles frothing all around her. She released air out of her nose until her toes plunged into the muddy soil. She smiled and bubbled before launching herself back up to the surface.

She burst back up and gasped for breath. Instinctively she swam back to the side of the dock. Then she climbed out again.

Once more she walked to the end of the dock. The water was warm and the air was humid. Jumping in felt good though, especially the way the liquid enveloped her as she went down.

She felt a tingle in her breasts and in her crotch. Stepping off the dock into the swamp felt really good. After a couple more dives, she planned on staying down and holding her breath long enough to get herself off.

Janet looked down into the water. The silt had been disturbed on the bottom from where she’d gone down and dug in her toes. Otherwise, it remained relatively clear.

Once more, she jumped off the end of the dock. Janet brought her legs together, going in ramrod straight. But she caught the faintest hint of movement somewhere ahead of her before she hit the water with a splash.

Down she went, bubbles once more frothing along her tingling flesh. It felt wonderful. Janet was starting to become more than a little horny.

She went all the way down until her toes dug into the silty soil. This time she stayed there, holding her breath while running her hands all over her body. She could really feel the tingles now, and she was looking forward to a release.

She looked around as bubbles trickled out of her nose. Should she go for a swim first before getting herself off? Or should she masturbate and then go for a swim? It was hard to decide.

Janet launched herself off the bottom toward the surface. She burst up and swam over along the side of the dock as before. It was much easier climbing out at that particular spot.

She stood up and walked back to the end of the dock. Should she dive in head first for a swim? Or should she jump in feet first and hold her breath until she got the release she desired?

Her decision was interrupted when she saw movement under the surface. It was father out into the swamp where she intended to swim. For the moment she couldn’t make out what it was.

Was it a gator? Had her jumps into the water stirred up some unpleasant companions? Was her swim about to conclude before she could even get to the good stuff?

Janet suddenly saw a rubbery tentacle rise up out of the water. It stretched itself toward her, the suckers undulating along its arm. She stood frozen in utter disbelief.

How was this possible?? Where had it come from?? There was no outlet to the sea that she knew of.

Before she could think to react, the tentacle wrapped itself around her. Janet let out a cry as it pulled her into the water. Then she was fully submerged, bubbles pouring out of her mouth.

She struggled to break free. Then she got turned around. That’s when she saw it and the other arms protruding out of the massive body.

She twisted and turned until she slipped loose. The tentacles felt slippery. In fact, her whole body felt slimy, as though she’d been swimming in lubricant. Perhaps it was an added effect from being in the swamp? She didn’t really know.

She burst up and gasped for breath. A tentacle grabbed her ankle and pulled her back under. Down she went, bubbles spilling out of her mouth.

Another tentacle reached out and wrapped around her waist. Janet wriggled and twisted as the suckers tried to attach. A tentacle brushed over her breasts until her nipples hardened as she burbled in alarm.

She struggled to get back to the surface. It felt like she was being dragged out into deeper water. She kicked and twisted until somehow her head popped up at the surface.

She needed to cry out for help. But the first thing she had to do was fill her aching lungs. She inhaled deeply, gasping a couple of times.

A tentacle grabbed her leg while another latched onto an arm. She inhaled just before she was pulled under. Then another tentacle wrapped around her chest.

Janet wriggled and bubbled. Her fear was having a disturbingly erotic effect on her. Her womanhood throbbed as her nipples tingled like crazy.

She kicked and twisted, bubbling and crying out. A tentacle slipped between her legs. It rubbed against her, causing her to cry out as she lost another burst of bubbles.

The tentacles were so slippery. Or was it because she was so slippery? Was it the nature of the swamp she was trying to escape before the creature drowned her?

She lost another burst of bubbles as she clawed for the surface. Her head came up, only for a tentacle to wrap around her ankle. She was jerked back under with a burble.

A tentacle returned to grasp onto an arm. Another wrapped around her chest and tried to hang on. Janet felt her bikini top being torn off.

She twisted and bubbled in the grasp of the beast. A tentacle slipped between her legs. It went up her back and wrapped around her neck from behind.

Janet cried out, thrashing about as she was choked. The lengthy appendage felt rubbery, yet slippery. She managed to slip free before the suckers could attach.

She kicked against another tentacle, pushing it away. She fought to reach the surface, spewing bubbles out of her mouth. The tentacle lost its hold on her ankle, unable to maintain a solid grip.

Janet burst up gasping like crazy. She’d just barely screamed out for help when the tentacle reclaimed her ankle. Then she was pulled back down.

Janet went under, losing more bubbles. The fear made her feel overwhelmingly aroused. The harder she struggled as she fought to reach the surface, the more her body responded.

A tentacle returned to wrap around her chest. This time she could feel suckers on her breasts. It felt like her nipples were being pulled out, making them protrude in a shameful manner.

A tentacle moved to her crotch again. It went through, wrapped around her waist and clung tightly. That’s when Janet felt her bottoms come loose.

She cried out in horror while twisting and squirming. She wasn’t the least bit interested in being violated by this… this thing! But what could she do? There were so many arms to fight off!

She kicked and twisted, working herself loose. Slippery tentacles tried to reattach. Janet frantically shot up for another breath.

She came up gasping like crazy. A tentacle came up her backside and wrapped around her neck. She had just started to cry out when the tip found her mouth and pushed inside.

Janet grunted as she tried to shake her head. She was pulled under again, losing bubbles out of her nose. The tentacle remained wrapped around her neck while the tip pushed deeper down her throat.

Another tentacle joined in until there were two wrapped around her chest. Dueling arms held on tightly as they fondled her heaving breasts. The sensations were almost more than she could stand.

Tentacles wrapped around her upper legs, splitting her open. Another began probing her crotch as though curious now that the bottoms had been removed. A moment later it pushed its way inside.

Janet grunted as bubbles trickled out of her nose. The tentacle was so far down her mouth that it felt as though she was deep-throating a massive erection. The one up her pussy throbbed as though curious as to what it had penetrated.

Janet shuddered from all the overwhelming sensations. She tried to hold it back, but it was impossible. A moment later she shuddered hard in orgasm.

At least she wasn’t going to drown. The tentacle had gone too far down her throat. It was blocking off the possibility of water going down her windpipe. But her lungs were on fire; she needed another breath!

The tentacle suddenly pulled out of her mouth, causing her to gag. Janet swallowed water, causing her to hitch and spasm. Now she was drowning!

The tentacle returned to push past her lips. But it was much too late. She had water down her windpipe. Her chest hitched as she went into seizures until she found herself cumming and cumming and cumming……..

 

Janet let out a raspy cry as she struggled naked in bed. She clawed at the sheet wrapped around her throat. A part of the blanket had lodged between her legs, mostly because she’d fallen asleep while trying to get herself off.

She cleared away the sheet and blanket, sitting upright as she gasped for breath. Elements of the dream began to fade. She shook her head as she got out of bed.

She went into the kitchen, got a glass and filled it with cold water from the sink. She took a long, refreshing drink. Then she looked around the house.

Janet slowly walked to the back door. She looked outside before opening it. Then she quietly slipped outside, following the path that led down to the dock.

The dream was so vivid! She’d cum how many times? All because of something living in the swamp that should have been impossible.

Janet walked out onto the dock in her birthday suit. Then she looked out over the water. The swamp was landlocked, well away from any kind of seawater. It simply wasn’t possible. It had to have been a dream!

She looked down longingly into the water. It looked so refreshing, while the air was so hot and humid. That’s when she instinctively jumped in.

She hit the water with a splash and went right down. Bubbles flushed along the length of her body, making her tingle like crazy. Then her feet found the bottom.

She skulled herself downward until she managed to dig her toes a little deeper into the mud. It felt so good that she reached down to her crotch. That’s when something rubbery interfered, moving her hand aside before pushing into her slit.

Janet tried to scream, only for something to push into her mouth. Then her sensitive breasts were wrapped up and fondled. The damned thing was real??

She could not get any sound out as bubbles trickled out of her nose. Then she shuddered hard in orgasm as she started to drown again…….

 

…before waking up back in New England in her own bed.

2021 (written for Skip March 30 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by his April edition of Aquaphile magazine.)

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Halal nightmares 3.7 (30)

Posted on July 28, 2025 by riwa

I’m hanging naked upside down in some sort of assembly line. My arms are tied behind my back. I have no idea how I got this way.

My terror (and my arousal) are palpable. I moan and whimper. My sounds join those of the other naked girls hanging in front of and behind me.

We all suddenly jerk forward. Several girls let out cries of alarm as we’re set to swaying back and forth. My head bumps into the ass of the girl in front of me, and we both cry out.

We’re headed toward some sort of doorway covered in thick folds of hanging plastic. We’re being pulled through one by one. I have an uneasy feeling over what lies beyond.

A track in the ceiling pulls each one of us along. Our ankles are secured above us. Our bodies are set in motion when we’re jerked forward, causing us to swing back and forth.

I see another girl pass through the thick plastic folds and disappear. That’s when I become aware of cries and screams coming from the other side. I’m terrified out of my mind.

We’re jerked forward again until only five girls are ahead of me. I hear another shriek from the other side of the opening. It makes me whimper even louder.

Something terrible is happening on the other side, and it chills me to the bone. I can see the girls in front of me as they wriggle and squirm. But they can’t escape their fate anymore than I can escape mine.

The line jerks us forward once more. Girl number five passes through the thick sheets of plastic. She disappears into the unknown.

I hear another shriek of horror and it makes me want to scream. I hear the cries of other girls on the other side of the plastic as I draw closer. Whatever is happening over there must be utterly horrific.

We jerk forward again, and girl number four passes through. A moment later I hear her screams of sheer terror. I feel a lump in my throat, knowing there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop this.

There are only three ahead of me now, and I’m frightened even more. My pussy is wet from my terror. I’m afraid I might actually piss myself.

Girl number three passes through. An instant later, I hear her screams. Now I can hear the cries of the other women on the other side as I get closer.

I don’t know how my brain can function in my current state. Somehow, I count in my mind how long it takes before the line jerks us all forward again. It takes about 30 seconds.

Girl number three is pulled through. She screams like a banshee. If anything, her cries get more intense once she’s on the other side. What can possibly be waiting for us over there??

The girl in front of me twists around until I can see her face. I can tell she is terrified out of her mind. “Gawd; what’s going to happen to us?” she gasps anxiously. I gulp nervously as I tell her I don’t have the slightest clue.

The line jerks again, and girl number two is pulled through. Whatever she sees on the other side sets her off. There’s yet another scream of horror.

I jerk and wince as the girl in front of me pants heavily. She’s just as terrified as I am. What is waiting for us beyond that thick sheet of plastic?

30 seconds is an eternity before the line jerks again. She is pulled through, and I catch my breath. Gawd, I’m next!

I hear her voice cry out… “OHMYGAWD! NOOOOOO!” It makes me stiffen. What’s behind those plastic flaps covering the opening? I’m about to find out, and it absolutely terrifies me.

The line jerks forward, and I deliberately close my eyes. I try to tell myself it can’t be true if I can’t see it. Then I’m jerked forward, pulled through those plastic flaps.

I find myself on the other side. But I keep my eyes shut tight. My ears, however, cannot keep out the cries and sobs of the women hanging in front of me.

I wince, trying hard not to open my eyes. But my curiosity gets the better of me. My eyelids flutter open.

The next thing I hear are the terrified screams of a woman who cannot believe what she is witnessing. They are my screams. My mind simply cannot process what I’m witnessing.

That fifth girl who was ahead of me before passing through the plastic sheets? I see a guy in a white outfit brutally slash her throat with a large knife. Blood pours out of the massive wound in her neck onto the floor, disappearing through a blood-stained grate.

Her head tilts at a crazy angle. Her body jerks and gyrates. She’s bleeding out, all caught up in the throes of dying.

Further down, I see a guy in a similar white outfit. Only I see him cutting off the head of the seventh girl in front of me. It is obvious she’s had her throat slit.

She makes no movement at all as he tosses her head into some sort of disposal, perhaps never to be seen again. I can tell she is quite dead. But that’s not the worst of it.

I see a red laser bisecting the headless corpse of the ninth woman in line. In seconds, her body is hanging in two pieces like two sides of beef. That’s when it hits me…

OHMYGAWD; I’M IN A SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

At that moment the line jerks me forward. Girl number four ahead of me starts to scream. But she’s immediately silenced as the man in white slashes her throat.

She starts gurgling as blood pours out of her wound. Her body bucks and jerks. A quick glance up the line reveals that dead girl number six is now having her head cut off as girl number eight is bisected.

My mind suddenly goes numb. I can’t find my voice to scream anymore. It’s just too horrifying.

They’re going to slaughter me, along with all these other girls! I’m nothing but meat to them now!

The line jerks forward, setting our bodies to swaying again. The man grabs the hair of girl number three, and raises the blade in his hand. She cries out, “GAWD; NOO!”

He pulls her head back. Then he slashes her throat without a care in the world. It makes no difference whether she’s someone’s wife, daughter or sister.

I try to scream for them to stop… that we’re human beings… that they just can’t do this to u.! But my throat is dry. I can’t find my voice.

The line jerks forward again. Girl number two’s head is jerked back by a handful of her hair so that her neck can be fully exposed. Then her throat is viciously cut.

I cannot help but witness it all. Her body starts to convulse, and I can’t help myself. My bladder releases, allowing urine to dribble down my chest.

I suddenly become aware of the cries and screams of girls coming in behind me. At last, they have been fully exposed to this slaughterhouse of horrors that awaits them! Clearly they’re terrified out of their minds. There’s absolutely NOTHING any of us can do to prevent this from happening to us.

The line suddenly jerks us forward. I’m set to swaying back and forth again. Then I lock eyes with the girl ahead of me.

I see her silently begging me to do something. All I can do is watch in shock and horror as the man pulls her head back. Then he slashes the knife across her throat.

Blood spurts out of her wound as her body goes into spasms. Her eyes are open wide in utter shock. Her head hangs at a crazy angle as her mouth tries to open and close.

She’s dying, bleeding out right before my very eyes. I start to hyperventilate as my heart hammers in my chest. Then my mind screams that I’m next.

I’m utterly terrified! Any second now, the line will jerk me forward to my doom. I start shaking my head as I finally find my voice… “NO… DON’T… PLEASE…!”

I feel the line jerk me forward. The man in white is waiting for me. The bloody knife is in his hand. He shows no emotion whatsoever.

I inhale sharply as he grabs my head by a handful of hair. Then he pulls my head back, exposing my slender column to his blade. Instinctively I start to scream…

There’s a sharp pain along my throat as my voice is silenced forever. I hear myself gurgling as my lungs try to draw another breath. My body jerks in its death throes. That’s when I feel myself cumming so unbelievably hard.

I feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest. It’s going about a hundred miles an hour. That means it’s pumping my blood out of my body just as fast as possible. Gawd; I’m going to bleed out in seconds… SECONDS!

I’m jerked forward in line once more, left to finish bleeding out as the girl behind me has her throat slit and starts to gurgle her life away. My head hangs askew with my neck severed. My heart pumps slower and slower as the flow of blood lessens from the gaping wound in my neck.

I can’t move my lips. I can’t think anymore. I’m losing consciousness.

My body is jerked forward to the next man waiting in line. Without pausing at all to acknowledge my humanity, he grabs my head. Then he tips it back and starts cutting.

Within seconds, my head has been separated from the rest of my body. Then it’s casually tossed away into the disposal unit. That’s when something amazing happens.

Somehow, I can still witness everything that is happening. Am I having an out-of-body experience?

I can see the entire line, from the slaughtered girls to the ones still wailing with fright as they wait their turn. I can see my naked, headless body hanging there. I’m hanging lifeless, just waiting to be butchered.

The line suddenly jerks forward, setting the bodies to swaying again. Each man calmly does his job despite the screams filling the room. Then the line jerks forward yet again.

My body ends up right in front of the guy whose job it is to bisect me. He grabs my neck stump to steady me. Then he grabs some sort of handheld device.

He points it right between my legs. Then he starts bisecting me with that red laser. He does it smoothly… one clean swipe down the length of my body………

AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!

I sit bolt upright in bed, the sheets soaked with sweat. I can tell in an instant I’ve orgasmed hard. Gawd; I’m so embarrassed!

I get out of bed and go into the bathroom. I start to clean myself up, the nightmare still fresh in my mind. I shudder as the memory of it begins to fade.

I return to my bed. But I’m hesitant to go back to sleep. I’m afraid of more nightmares.

I sit down at my cosmetics table where my laptop beckons. I power it up and start surfing, hoping to find some sort of distraction. My body is still trembling, and I take long deep breaths.

Stupidly, I pull up the pictures that guy from overseas sent me. I stare in erotic horror at the girls in various stages of being slaughtered. Each one is having her throat slit.

I can tell in an instant where my nightmares originated from. But it’s just too erotic. I simply cannot turn away and look at something else.

In an instant, the image of a poor woman having her throat slit is replaced with a view of my sister sitting at her computer in a silk nightgown. “I saw you were online.” she says to me. “So what are you doing up at this hour?”

I tell her I can’t sleep. Then she gets this strange grin on her face. “Did you accidentally leave your webcam on, love?”

“Why?” I want to know.

“Because I can see you in all your naked glory!” She laughs and I’m embarrassed as hell.

I’m about to get up to go put a robe on when she suddenly gasps, “LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!!” Before I can move, I feel hands jerk my arms behind my chair. I hear a zipping sound, and I soon determine that my wrists have been zip-tied behind my back.

A hand reaches around my face, grabbing my forehead. My head is tipped back, exposing my slender column. “Shall I slaughter you in front of your sister?” a voice whispers into my ear.

I swallow hard as I get the shakes something fierce. Gawd. I think I just wet myself!

I hear my sister scream, “LET HER GO, YOU BASTARD!” Then I feel a knife up against my neck. I feel an incredible jolt of erotic horror as an immense orgasm rushes toward me.

“Scared?” a male voice chuckles into my ear. “Shall we show your sister some blood?”

I whimper and moan, terrified out of my wits. My pussy throbs with a shameful ache. “DON’T HURT HER!” my sister cries out.

He seductively whispers into my ear, “Say goodbye to your sister.”

I swallow hard. Then I quietly murmur, “Goodbye, love.” I have no idea why I obey his command.

I feel a sharp pain as the knife slashes across my throat. I start to gurgle as blood flows down my chest. Then my body starts convulsing, all caught up in the throes of dying. That’s when I’m hit by the biggest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

I hear my sister yell, “GAWD; NOOOOO!” Then his hands are all over my tits. He squeezes them as my blood flows down my chest. It coats my murderer’s hands, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

I jerk and gurgle, thrashing about in the chair as my life bleeds away. Then he pulls away. The last thing I hear him whisper are the words “I hope you enjoyed being halaled!” Then he’s gone, and I find myself spiraling into the oblivion of darkness and what feels like a never-ending orgasm……………

“AAAUUUGGGGHH!”

I sit upright in bed, panting like crazy. Gawd; what a nightmare. Both of them! What was I thinking: going to that website and looking at all those pictures?!

I hear the toilet flush in the next room. Then my boyfriend appears in the lit doorway. “Did I hear you scream?”

“A nightmare,” I tell him. “A gawd-awful nightmare. I had a couple of them back to back.”

He looks at me for a moment. He gets this smile on his face. Then he deliberately pulls the blanket away.

Clearly, I’ve just made a mess in the bed. Thankfully, it’s dark enough. At least he doesn’t see my face flush red with embarrassment.

“Looks like you orgasmed, love,” he observes. “Are you horny? You look like you could use a good fuck!”

“Oh yes, darling!” I gasp. “I want you to ravish me!!”

He scoops me up in his arms, kissing me fiercely. I melt under his assault. My pussy is throbbing again.

He’s about to take me. And I’m so ready for it! Maybe a good, hard fuck will exhaust me enough to let me sleep through the rest of the night.

He suddenly surprises me by stripping off the bed covers. Then he starts tying my wrists and ankles to the four corners of our four-poster bed. “What are you doing?” I gasp breathlessly as I end up face-down.

My heart starts pounding in my chest. Ominously, he never says a word. I find myself becoming frightened and thrilled, all at the same time.

In moments, I’m lying on my stomach, stretched out all spread-eagled upon our bed as I start to protest. I hear movement, but I can’t see what he’s doing.

I feel him climb into bed with me. Then he’s on top of me. I feel his hard cock up against my butt as he lifts my hips up.

He finds my wet slit and starts to push his way inside. Then he starts thrusting hard in and out of my quivering pussy. It’s frighteningly glorious.

He’s having his way with me, and I feel my orgasm cresting, about to crash over me. Then strangely, he grabs a handful of my hair. A moment later, he jerks my head back.

The next thing I feel is the blade of a knife at my throat. I anxiously gasp, “What are you doing, love?”

I hear him whisper fiercely into my ear… “This is what you get for looking at all those pictures of girls with slit throats!”

He wouldn’t! NOOO! Then I wet myself just like that.

I should tell him no. Gawd, I should tell him not to! But my body is on fire.

I can’t think straight. I’m on the verge of the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire life. Could this be another dream?

I hear myself scream incredible things at him… “DO IT! HALAL ME, BABY! DO IT NOW, LOVE! GAWD; I’M GOING TO CUM SO HARD!”

I feel the blade cut deep into the flesh of my throat. My body jerks and spasms as warm blood spurts out of the wound in my neck. I hear myself gurgling.

I cannot speak anymore! This… this feels real! Then I feel his powerful cock erupting inside my pussy.

I find myself falling over the edge into the most violent climax I’ve ever experienced. It’s the most devastating, yet the most beautifully intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. I had no idea a girl could cum so hard!

Everything dims all around me as my body succumbs to incredible pleasure. For a moment, I have no idea where I am or what is happening to me. Then I find myself falling into the abyss of oblivion as I start to come back down from the plateau of my orgasm.

I hear myself screaming in my mind as I start to fade away… “No; it’s just a dream. It’s got to be a dream… OHMYGAWD, IT’S GOT TO BE A DREAM………..”

2012; 2022 (written for Dorothy’s sister Sep 18 ’12; ed. Oct 3 ‘22 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.7 (6)

Posted on July 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming August rewards

Generation gap
Neighborhood drowning
My visit to St. Fellat 3
Asami’s nice day on Santamos
The swingers club
Heat of the moment II
An angry moon request
Mommy wants some too
The she-spies last case 1
Retribution at the secluded lake
Tammi’s resuscitation

June stories/rewards will fall off at the end of July to make room for August rewards.

It’s been a very difficult month. I’ve been dealing with unexpected stress lately. I try to keep extra stories on hand for these situations. But it has made it challenging to work on things here at my desk. I do have the proper number of stories ready to upload for August. So right now I’m looking toward September to make sure I have every level covered for the stories I will need to upload.

One of the things that happened this month was that my cataract surgery got postponed… twice. The first time, they had a major power disruption for their building. So it got rescheduled for this current week. However, the doctor had a family emergency that postponed surgery again. I could either do one eye and then wait two weeks for the other one… or I could reschedule both eyes back to back in October. And since it would be just my luck the building could get washed away or hit by a comet before they could do my second eye, I’ve decided to wait until later to have them both done back to back. That way I will only have restrictions for a week after surgery on both eyes instead of restrictions for one week after the first eye surgery and then restrictions for one week after the other eye surgery.

Those pesky mice got into mom’s car again. They love chewing on wires in the engine. It’s been an ongoing battle for her. Other than that, she has been in good spirits and in reasonable health. So I thank God every day that I still have her around.

Things are certainly going crazy around the world these days. Someone I know calls it “crazy with a capital Cruh” (instead of a capital C). There are floods, fires, volcanoes and quakes, with threats of major quakes that could hit around the ring of fire. And it seems there’s always a fight breaking out between two neighboring countries. Do you suppose God is trying to get someone’s attention? All I know is that I’m looking up every day.

In the meantime, I’ve been trying to work a little harder on my editing for you fine folks. There are lots of places where you could spend your hard earned cash. It humbles me that you have chosen to spend it here. So I want to really edit what I can in order to make sure the story flows in a good narrative for you, with as few spelling and grammatical errors as possible.

Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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