Four minutes for free 4 (16)

Posted on November 10, 2025 by riwa

It was Monday night when she showed up. Paul was in the process of locking up the indoor pool for the night. So he simply told her, “I’m sorry, but we’re closed.”

She was apologetic. “I know it’s late. But I just got off from work. I’d really like to get in a quick swim if I could.”

“Sorry. It’s late, and I want to get home.”

“Please? I can make it worth your while.”

Paul looked at her carefully. “How can you make it worth my while?”

She smiled coyly. “I, uh… I’m sure we can work something out.”

Paul considered it for a moment. Then he told her, “Twenty bucks; twenty minutes.”

She was shocked. “Twenty bucks?? But the price for a swim is only $8.50!”

“That’s the price for keeping me away from home this late at night. I should charge you more.”

“Ok – ok.” Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a card. “Do you take VISA?”

“Off the books. Cash only.”

She scowled at him. Then she grudgingly reached in, found a $20 bill, and tossed it at him. “Here, take it!”

He took it as he told her, “You’re not very appreciative for a woman getting in a swim after hours.”

She thought about cursing him out. But she didn’t want to risk alienating him which might cause him to throw her out. So she bit off her reply before heading to the locker room to change.

—

He timed her as she swam her laps in a blue one-piece print, matching swimcap and goggles. Then he called out “TIME!” She swam to the edge of the pool and got out.

“I suppose I should be grateful,” she muttered under her breath as she headed for the locker room to change.

“I suppose you should,” he muttered when she was out of earshot.

—

Three days later, she was back. And once again, she arrived right at closing time.

Paul gave her an exasperated look. “Again?”

“I’m sorry. Would you let me in for a quick swim?”

He frowned at her. In response, she dutifully reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty. He hesitated before accepting it.

“Thank you,” she told him as she headed for the locker room, deciding gratitude would get her further than anger and resentment.

She got in her swim, wearing her same outfit from last time. Once again, he called out “TIME!” at twenty minutes. So she dutifully got out of the water.

He handed her a towel as she climbed out. “Thank you,” she told him in an appreciative tone.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied. She went and changed in the locker room. But she decided not to delay him any further by taking a long shower before getting back into her street clothes.

—

She was back the following Monday, late as usual. She had a twenty in her hand and a hopeful expression in her eyes. He scowled at her as he reluctantly accepted it. She thanked him before rushing off to change.

She got in her swim as he watched her. Twenty minutes later, he called out, “Time!” She finished her lap before going over to the side of the pool to climb out.

Paul was waiting there with a towel as she reached the ladder. He grudgingly asked her, “Do you always plan on showing up like this after closing time?”

She retorted, “Do you always plan on charging me a twenty each time I try to get in a swim?”

“You always show up right at closing time. I should just send you packing.”

She lowered her head, realizing he was being nicer to her than he needed to be. “I’m sorry,” she replied apologetically. “You want to go home and I don’t blame you. I’m appreciative; really I am.”

He surprised her by suddenly holding up her twenty. “You want this back?”

She brightened considerably. “You… you mean it?”

“All you have to do is hold your breath four minutes.”

“Four minutes? Are you insane??”

“It’s strictly up to you. You wanna try one? Or do you wanna get out out of there, get dressed, and go home now?”

She thought about it for a second. Then she shrugged her shoulders. “Hell; why not? I’m game.”

She took a deep breath and submerged for him. She went down until she held onto the bottom of the ladder in her one-piece, swimcap and goggles. Paul just stood on the side of the pool as he timed her.

She finally came back up, panting quietly for breath. Then she looked up at him expectantly. “Forty-nine seconds,” he told her with a shake of his head. “Time to get out of the pool and get dressed.”

He didn’t offer to give her back her twenty. She just waved at him dismissively. “Keep it,” she told him as she climbed out of the water, accepting the towel he offered before heading for the locker room to change.

—

She was back on Thursday night. And she was late… again. When he scowled at her, she put the twenty on the counter with a “Please?” Paul frowned before he nodded for her to go ahead and change.

In the locker room, she quickly got into her outfit. Then she went out and got into the water. She swam for twenty minutes until she saw Paul waiting at the pool ladder with his watch and her twenty.

He smiled as he held both up for her to see. She didn’t even have to guess what he was suggesting. At least he was offering to give her the twenty back.

She took three deep breaths. Then she submerged. She held onto the bottom rung of the ladder in the deep end and released a few bubbles as she held her breath.

She wasn’t certain how long she held it. But she was sure it was longer than last time. Paul confirmed it when she finally surfaced, gasping loudly for breath.

“Minute twenty-eight. That’s an improvement. But you don’t get to have this back” and he waved her twenty at her.

“Keep it,” she told him with a sly smile as she climbed the ladder out of the pool. “Maybe I’ll work on my breath-holding for next time.”

—

She was back on Monday. Paul was sitting behind the counter reading a magazine as though he wasn’t even going to stop her. She placed a twenty down on the counter top before heading off to change.

She swam for twenty minutes before Paul showed up at the ladder in the shallow end and told her that her time was up. She swam over to the side of the pool and smiled. Then she asked, “You gonna offer me my twenty back?”

“I was thinking it might take a little more than holding your breath this time.”

She gave him a sly smile. “Oh really? Just what did you have in mind?”

“You look like you need a little distraction while you’re underwater holding your breath.”

“Got any suggestions?”

Paul smiled at her as he asked, “How about putting your money where your mouth is?”

She noticed the growing bulge in his crotch. She gave him a sly smile as she told him, “My mouth? Does this mean you won’t be wearing those speedos?”

Paul smiled back as he shook his head, “Correct. No speedos in the water for me.”

She thought about it for a moment. What did she have to lose? After all, he was kind of handsome. And he WAS letting her swim late, which was keeping him from going home for the night.

“Let’s see what you got,” she finally told him with a knowing wink.

Paul pulled his speedos down, revealing a stiffening erection. She licked her lips as he got into the water with her while still wearing his white tank top. Then he got his watch ready.

She reached out and stroked him a little as she took deep breaths to prepare herself. Then she sharply inhaled before submerging. That’s when she told herself this might be kind of fun.

She took him between her lips and started sucking. It was a nice distraction while holding her breath. What’s more, it was a sexy task to perform while she was attempting to reach four minutes.

She worked on taking him deeper and deeper, letting him fill her mouth. She glubbed up bubbles as he hit the back of her throat. It gave her an added thrill.

She pushed herself as her lungs began to strain. She cupped his balls as she sucked him faster. Then she came off his cock and shot up to the surface, gasping like crazy.

“Minute forty-nine. Not bad. But no twenty for you tonight.”

“Then no more sucky-sucky for you tonight,” she laughed playfully as she climbed the ladder out of the pool. “Besides, I have to let you get home.”

“Blue-baller!” She just laughed as she gathered up the towel sitting by the side of the pool before heading to the locker room.

—

She was back again on Thursday night. Paul didn’t know why he kept letting her swim late. The twenties were chump change. Maybe he should stop after tonight.

She did her laps in her blue print, matching swimcap and goggles. Paul stopped her at twenty minutes. Then she swam over to the ladder before asking, “You gonna get in the water and give me another shot at getting my twenty back?”

“You gonna leave me stiff and wanting tonight?”

She just laughed. “We’ll see.”

He got out of his speedos and got into the water while still in his white tank top. She drooled at the sight of his cock. She had no idea why she kept doing this. But it sure as hell was a lot of fun.

Paul timed her as she submerged. She went right to work sucking on his meaty pole. Bubbles came out out past her lips as she cupped his balls. This time, she wanted his load.

She really worked on his erection, giving it everything she had. She pushed herself while holding her breath. She’d been getting better lately. Besides, she wasn’t about to tell him she’d been practicing at home in her bathtub.

She felt herself starting to run out of breath. So she redoubled her efforts, eager to get him off. She glubbed up bubbles as her chest heaved, her stomach rippling.

She finally shot up, gasping loudly for breath. “Two thirty-eight,” he announced. “Impressive, but no twenty for you tonight. Now get back down there and finish up.”

He abruptly pushed down on her head, forcing her back under in a flurry of bubbles. She hadn’t quite gotten a full breath. But she dutifully took his cock back into her mouth.

She eagerly sucked him, anxiously bobbing up and down until she finally got the load she wanted. It didn’t take long, so Paul willingly let her go once he got his release. She came up gasping and coughing before giving him a naughty grin.

“Not letting me get out of the water this time without getting you off tonight; eh?”

“Not this time.,” he replied with a smile.

“Fair enough.” Then she climbed out of the pool and headed for the locker room.

—

She arrived the next Monday just as he was getting ready to lock the door. “Please?” she panted after rushing up from the parking lot, a twenty in her hand.

He appeared to think about it before accepting it. “Thanks!” she panted happily. Then she rushed off to the locker room.

She got into the pool and did her laps in her usual outfit. But before her twenty minutes were up, she invited Paul into the water right there in the shallow end without his speedos. “I need a little practice,” she told him with a sly grin.

She got a deep breath. Then she submerged with a burble. She latched onto his cock and immediately started working it with her mouth.

She took her time, enjoying the taste and texture as she held her breath. The occasional bubble trickled out of her nose or past the seal her lips made around his erection. It was crazy paying him for this when it felt like it should be the other way around. At least he was letting her get in some late-night swims.

She didn’t try to get him off like last time. After all, this was just the practice round. She had something special in mind for her official breath-hold. But she had a funny feeling he was going to agree to it.

She came up gasping for breath. Paul checked his watch. “You broke three minutes,” he told her admiringly. “Three eighteen; not bad at all.”

“Would you be willing to let me try one more?” she asked with a sly smile. “I have something else I want to try. I think it will help distract me even more.”

Now she had Paul curious. “Oh?” he replied. “What’s that?”

She smiled as she whispered it into her ear. He looked at her in surprise. “You’re joking; right?”

“Can’t leave you with blue balls now, can I?”

“Ok. I’ll give you one more try at a breath-hold. But just one.”

“Thanks!”

She took long, deep breaths to prepare herself. Then she inhaled deeply. A moment later, she submerged.

She went down and grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder. She was deep enough for her head to remain submerged. That’s when Paul came up behind her, his head above the surface.

He split her legs apart before pulling her suit aside. Then he slowly pushed his erection into her. She moaned and bubbled over how good it felt.

Paul took his time thrusting in and out of her. Never in a thousand years had he ever expected things to end up like this! He didn’t know whether she was crazy, he was crazy, or if they both were!

She focused on the sensation of his cock going in and out of her while she held her breath. This was way more fun than simply holding onto the ladder with bulging cheek! Hell, it was even better than sucking his cock underwater! Besides, it was her turn to get some pleasure for a change!

She grunted and bubbled as she pushed back against him, eager to take his dick all the way inside her. She held her breath as he thrust in and out of her. But she wasn’t really thinking about trying to hold her breath for the full four minutes.

Oh sure; it would be nice to get her twenty back. But this was so much more enjoyable. She had no idea how things had progressed to the point where they were now fucking each other in the pool. But she sure was glad it was happening.

She felt the strain start to build in her lungs. How long could she hold her breath? To be honest, she was kind of enjoying being fucked underwater.

Her lungs heaved until she shot her head up out of the water. She gasped like crazy as she panted for breath. “You almost made it to three-thirty,” he told her. “Now I’m going to enjoy my release before I let you out of here.”

Instinctively, she inhaled deeply, sensing it was going to be like last time. Sure enough, he pushed her head under. Then he really started fucking her.

Her body rocked as he pounded her from behind. But she hadn’t gotten a good enough breath. She sure hoped he wasn’t going to drown her!

He suddenly drove his cock deep inside her. A moment later, she felt his hot seed pumping into her quivering body. It was so arousing that she clenched and shuddered from an orgasm of her own.

Paul let go of her head. She came up gasping for breath. Then he slipped out of her.

She adjusted her suit back into place. She was panting as she told him, “I guess that means no twenty for me tonight. At least I got a nice little release out of the deal.” Then she climbed the ladder, picked up the nearby towel Paul must have left for her, and headed off to the locker room.

—

She was late that Thursday night. Paul almost locked up, figuring she wasn’t going to show. That’s when she came rushing in from the parking lot.

“Had to stay a little late,” she breathlessly told him, a twenty in her hand. “Sorry about that.”

“You almost didn’t make it in time,” he told her, accepting the twenty.

“Thanks for staying open for me.” Then she hurried off to the locker room to change.

Paul watched her as she swam her laps. He kept checking his watch to keep track of the time. Then she stopped.

He thought she was getting out of the pool. Instead, she came over to the ladder, took a deep breath and submerged. Paul took note of the time on his watch.

Her first time up came at two twenty-five. Paul told her the time. She caught her breath, inhaled deeply, and then went back down for a second time.

“Two forty-seven!” he declared when she came up again, panting like crazy.

“Damn!” she panted. Then she filled her lungs before trying a third one.

Paul watched her as she held her breath, the occasional bubble coming to the surface. She was staying down longer and longer. That’s when he began to wonder if she was going to make four minutes this time. He would have to return her twenty if she did.

She came up panting like crazy. “Three eighteen,” he told her. “You’re starting to break three minutes pretty regularly now.

She gave him a coy look. Then she motioned at him with her finger in a come-hither gesture. Paul shed his speedos before getting into the water with her.

She went to work sucking on his erection. She took her time, enjoying the taste, the flavor and the way it twitched between her lips. She did everything she could think of to forget about trying to hold her breath.

“Three twenty-seven,” he told her when she came up for a breath. “Not bad at all. Now assume the position.”

She eagerly took several deep breaths before submerging. She went down and grabbed onto the pool ladder. That’s when Paul pulled her suit aside before slowly entering her.

She trembled as his cock filled her. Then he started thrusting. She pushed back against him, relishing the sensation of having his dick inside her.

This was crazy: coming late and giving him a twenty, swimming her laps, and then fucking him while trying to hold her breath to get her twenty back. It was strange the way life turned out sometimes. But she was having an incredible amount of fun with him. And as long as he didn’t mind and was willing to stay late, why not take advantage of the situation.

He thrust nice and slow. Then he started picking up the pace. Was that to let her know she was getting close to four minutes? Or was it because he was horny and wanted to give her another deposit?

She clenched as he thrust in and out of her. Why did it feel so good fucking underwater while holding her breath? Maybe she should make him do it with her next time. Why should she be the only one forced to hold her breath that long?

Her lungs screamed at her as her stomach rippled. Her chest heaved until she shot up for a breath. She gasped like crazy, whimpering as he thrust harder and harder.

“Three thirty-nine. Now get your ass back down there!” Then he pushed down on her head, forcefully submerging her. That’s when he really started thrusting into her.

She let out a bubbly cry as she shuddered in orgasm, her muscles furiously clenching around his dick. Then she felt him stiffen inside her. A moment later, she felt him empty his balls into her womanhood, causing her to shudder again in climax.

He let her up until she came up panting like crazy. “No twenty for you tonight,” he told her with a wry smile.

“That’s ok,” she panted tiredly as she grabbed onto the metal ladder. “I’ll take the orgasms; thank you very much.” Then she climbed out of the water, grabbed the towel he’d left for her, and headed off to the locker room.

—

She was back on Monday night, feeling incredibly frisky. She even showed up a few minutes before closing time. She still gave Paul a twenty before heading off to the locker room, knowing she planned on staying well after closing.

She was in the pool doing her laps when Paul came over after locking up. He watched her swim back and forth, admiring her form. She finally stopped in the deep end, catching her breath.

She saw Paul watching her with a smile. She smiled back and took a deep breath. Then she submerged in the deep end. Paul had to walk all the way over to her, having expected her to swim back to the shallow end of the pool.

He timed her as she clung to the ladder at the bottom of the pool. He was impressed with her decision to try this in deeper water. She was certainly improving.

She was down quite a while before she came up to the surface, chasing the bubbles she released. Paul checked his watch as she got her breath back. “Two fifty-one,” he said with a smile. “Not bad for your first time down.”

“Just wait,” she told him with a grin. Then she filled her lungs before going back down.

He watched as she stayed down for quite a while. This time, she cleared three minutes with time to spare. She slowly came up, her chest heaving, until she burst up panting loudly for breath.

“Three twenty-one,” he told her admiringly. “Not bad at all.”

She smiled as she gave him that come-hither finger. “What about you?” she asked. “How long can you hold YOUR breath?”

“Let’s find out,” he told her as he shed his speedos.

Paul jumped right in with her. Then he surfaced and started breathing deeply. She matched him as the two grinned at each other, taking deep breaths in unison.

“One…. Two… three!” Then they inhaled deeply. A moment later they submerged, making their way down the rungs of the ladder.

Paul bottomed out while standing on his feet. She immediately knelt before taking him into her mouth and sucking. That’s when it occurred to him he didn’t even know her name after all those visits!

She sucked and bubbled, taking her time while making him feel good. She licked his shaft and cupped his balls while enjoying holding her breath with him.

They were past two minutes when he began blinking his eyes. Then he disengaged and headed for the surface. She followed him up until they were panting together up at the surface.

“What happened?” she wanted to know. “I could have gone longer!”

“Chlorine in my eyes,” he told her as he climbed out of the pool. “Let me get a set of goggles. I’ll be right back.”

She took a deep breath and submerged. She went all the way down, holding her breath. Then she began rubbing her crotch while cupping her breast.

It felt good. Hell, she could do this all night! Why hadn’t she thought of this before?

When she surfaced, she saw Paul standing there watching her, a set of blue goggles on his face that matched hers. “That looked like fun,” he told her with a smile. “Want something a little bigger to play with?”

“I though you’d never ask,” she replied with a grin.

Paul jumped into the water with her. Then they took deep breaths before submerging to the bottom. Once again, Paul ended up standing on the pool floor while she knelt as she took his cock between her lips.

This time she caressed herself while she sucked his meaty pole. The sensations felt wonderful. Her pussy tingled as her nipples protruded through her one-piece.

They were down a long time. This time, Paul showed no sign of slowing down. That’s when her lungs began to strain once more.

Her cheeks bulged as she tried to outlast him. A moment later she gave up, shooting up toward the surface. Paul bubbled as he followed her up.

“Damn!” she panted tiredly. “Just how long CAN you hold your breath?”

“Why don’t I show you,” he replied with a knowing grin.

She breathed deeply with him, suspecting they were going to be down a really long time. Then she counted to three. That’s when they submerged.

They went all the way to the bottom. But she wasn’t given time to grab onto the bottom rung of the ladder. Paul pulled her suit aside before slowly entering her from behind.

She bubbled as she looped an arm around the ladder. Damn! This was even better than fucking in the shallow end! But how long would she be able to keep up with him?

He rubbed her crotch as he slowly thrust up inside her. Damn! This felt better than the last time they’d fucked underwater! They were going to have to do this more often!

She tried to pace herself. But Paul was giving her swollen nub a wicked tease as she rode him. She groped her breast as she grunted up a mouthful of bubbles.

Paul was taking his time. But she was staying right with him. However, the fact he was making her feel so good was using up the air in her lungs.

She grunted and bubbled as she rode him harder. She wanted him to cum, but then she kind of wanted him to wait. She had no idea why it felt so good!

Paul began thrusting harder and faster while rubbing her crotch. She moaned and bubbled as she rode him while losing her breath. Then she felt her chest starting to heave.

They both became frenzied as they fucked each other. There were grunts and bubbles until it felt like her lungs would be empty soon. Just how long could this bastard hold his damn breath??

Breathlessness made her lungs heave. It swelled within her until she clenched as she shuddered in orgasm. That’s when Paul emptied a huge load up into her.

She shuddered again at receiving his welcome load. Then she realized her lungs were empty. A moment later, they were both racing each other for the surface, spewing away the last of their breath.

They popped up panting like crazy. That’s when Paul checked his watch. “Four twenty-four,” he told her. “I guess I have to give you back your twenty.”

“Meet me at the counter,” she told him with a smile as she tiredly climbed out. “Only next time, I plan on beating you.”

“We’ll see about that,” he called out to her as she walked away with a towel in hand. She just laughed, her lady parts tingling with aftershocks.

5/24/25 Inspired by vidcaps from a JustPaul render.

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Guillotine Night at the Club 4.5 (22)

Posted on November 3, 2025 by riwa

It was guillotine night at the Club. Several of us guys who I worked with in construction pooled our resources. Then we drove over to the Club right after work.

The place was jumping when we got there. There were a few couples, of course. But mostly there were a lot of males looking to have a good time on a Friday night.

The sex rooms were all busy. It was rumored there was a porn star in each one. I couldn’t help wondering which of them would be taking the big risk up on the Entertainment stage.

My buddy Dwight was a little shy when it came to women. So I decided to take him under my wing. I told him we could team up on some girls for a while until he decided he wanted to fuck them one-on-one. He seemed agreeable to that.

There were so many guys coming and going that it was hard to get a girl for ourselves. But we finally got into a room. A girl named Christy was in there waiting for us.

She had lots of tattoos on her body. Her hair was cut kind of funny for my taste. But Dwight loved her black, high-heeled boots that climbed well up her thighs.

She was more than happy to take us both on. She wasted no time getting our cocks out and taking turns sucking on us. It didn’t take long for Dwight to lose his shyness.

We got her on her hands and knees. Then I fucked her from behind as she gave Dwight the blowjob of his life. He absolutely loved it.

After I came into her from behind, we switched places. She really worked my cock in her mouth as Dwight fucked her from behind. I told him if we were lucky we might pop her sensor and she might get beheaded later. She told us to go right ahead and try popping her sensor, as that’s what all the other guys were doing.

Dwight left a load deep inside her. Then we had to get dressed and leave. There were so many other guys wanting to fuck her that we couldn’t waste her time.

—

It wasn’t long until we got to see our first beheading of the night. The red glow in the ceiling indicated an execution was about to take place. So we hurried to the Entertainment stage.

I was surprised to see two naked girls being put into guillotines. Dwight was also astonished. “You mean they’re really going to behead someone tonight?”

“Sure looks like it,” I replied with enthusiasm.

In the red guillotine was some black-haired chick named Aletta. She was standing on her legs, bent over at the waist. Her arms were cuffed behind her back, her head sticking out through the lunette. Her luscious knockers hung down for everyone to see.

In the black guillotine was some blonde chick named Rikki. She was bent over the same way, although her boobs weren’t as big as Aletta’s. I thought she had a youthful look about her.

A couple of men paid for the privilege of fucking them. They went up onstage and got behind the girl of their choice. That’s when they pulled out their cocks and started thrusting as the attendant began placing bets over at the roulette wheel.

I could tell Aletta was getting it up the ass, while Rikki was having her pussy pounded. Both girls moaned up a storm. The attendant cheerfully warned the guys not to cum too soon.

She finished taking all the bets from around her table. She turned and wished both ladies good luck. Then she spun the wheel before rolling the marble.

I didn’t see anyone standing by, ready to trip either guillotine. So I wondered if it was going to be done automatically. Dwight still couldn’t believe they were really going to behead one of them.

Everyone in the room cheered for their favorite. But I couldn’t tell if they were cheering for a beheading or for a survival. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

The marble slowed down. Then it began hopping around, looking for a place to land. There was a monitor up in the ceiling where we could all watch the wheel and the outcome.

“14 red!” the attendant finally called out when the marble settled into a slot. “The Club pays 14 Red!”

Aletta’s blade suddenly came rushing down. She barely had time to let out a cry. Then her head just dropped into the waiting basket.

With her upper support gone, she all but crumpled onto the stage. Blood spurted copiously out of her severed neck as her naked body spasmed and convulsed. The guy fucking her must have been in the middle of cumming because his cock slid right out until he was spurting all over her shuddering corpse as the whole room cheered.

Rikki clearly got a load the moment Aletta lost her head. She looked a little dazed as the attendant at the wheel went up and released her from the cuffs and the guillotine. She got a cheer and a standing ovation as she waved and smiled weakly at the crowd.

—

After the beheading, we went to the lounge to get drinks. Dwight told me he hadn’t expected what we’d just witnessed. But he admitted it had aroused him more than he thought possible.

He said he wanted to try another girl in another sex room. We checked all the monitors, but all the rooms were busy. Were we even going to get the chance to fuck another girl?

I asked him if he wanted to fly solo, or if he wanted to go with me. He said it might be better if we stayed together a little while longer. Besides, most of the rooms had more than one guy inside, which seemed to be keeping all the girls busy.

We saw a couple rooms where it looked like guys were waiting their turn. I asked Dwight if there was a girl he liked. Maybe we could go into her room and wait for her.

He picked one out. Then we headed to her room. I used my pager to get us inside.

Her name was Shawna. She was in the middle of taking on three guys at once. “Pull up a seat, guys,” she told us with an eager smile once she saw us. “I’ll be with you in a jiffy.”

She got the guys to finish up inside her. Then she called us over while they were getting dressed. She didn’t waste any time with foreplay, choosing to quickly suck our cocks in order to get us hard.

She hungrily sucked my cock as she rode Dwight. He eagerly fucked her pussy until she breathlessly gasped, “Trying to pop my sensor; are we, boys?” Dwight didn’t reply. He just kept ramming her hard and deep until he shot a load inside her.

I was tempted to fuck her anally. But the idea of popping her sensor really appealed to me. So I fucked her cunt from behind as she gobbled Dwight down until we both shot more loads into her. But there was no time to stick around for any idle chitchat, as there were a couple of guys in the room who were waiting to enjoy her favors.

—

It was about 8pm when the red glow in the ceiling came on. “Another one?” Dwight asked in astonishment.

“Looks like they’re doing one every hour,” I replied. The last one we’d watched was around 7pm.

When we got to the Entertainment stage, we saw that two more girls had been put into the guillotines. Again, they stood upright, bent over at the waist so they could put their necks into the lunette. That way, the guys could once again fuck them from behind.

The girl they put into the red guillotine was named Harmony, and was a buxom beauty. Her tattoos weren’t all that heavy upon her naked body. She actually seemed quite willing and eager to risk it all.

The one who went into the black guillotine was named Kitana. She was a dirty blonde with big boobs and clear heels. She truly looked and acted like a porn star.

The attendant finished cuffing their wrists behind their backs like the last two. Next, a couple of guys paid for the privilege of fucking each one. “What do you think?” I asked Dwight as we watched the males go up onto the stage and whip out their dicks. “Would you want to fuck one locked into a guillotine?”

“I don’t know,” he mused thoughtfully. “I might.” He certainly seemed to be thawing out from his shyness.

The attendant went back down to her wheel and began taking bets as the guys got started fucking the two girls locked into their guillotines. They grunted and moaned as their tits swayed. I couldn’t help wondering what the ladies were thinking.

Were they doing this because they had no choice? Was it because they had no money? Had they been offered a lot of dough if they survived the evening? Or were they doing this simply for the thrill?

The attendant gave the guys plenty of time to enjoy a good fuck before spinning the wheel as the spectators cheered for them. I had no idea which one to root for. But I was kind of hoping Kitana would lose her head. Maybe it was because her name was similar to the name of a sword.

The wheel was set in motion. Then the marble was rolled in the opposite direction. It got kind of exciting wondering who was going to lose her head.

Both guys suddenly grabbed onto the hips of the girl they were fucking. They must have remembered what had happened during the last beheading. Then the marble started bouncing around in the wheel.

Every head looked upward to watch the monitor that showed the wheel spinning. Then the marble landed in a slot. “31 black!” the attendant called out. “The Club pays 31 black.”

Kitana cried out, “Oh, shit; NOOO—-” Her cry was cut off as her blade swiftly dropped and bottomed out with a thunk. Then her head dropped unceremoniously into the basket.

Her upper torso instinctively rose upward as blood spurted out of her severed neck. The guy roared out his release as he tried to hold onto her hips. Then she collapsed onto the stage, causing him to slide out of her and spurt all over her naked, spasming body.

The audience roared its approval, cheering and applauding. In the other guillotine Harmony appeared to faint dead away. The guy fucking her roared his release inside her until she began to stir and moan. She was soon released.

I smiled as I turned toward Dwight. He just looked at me and panted, “I think I’m gonna fly solo for a while, buddy.” Then he abruptly left me standing there.

—

I went and got myself another drink. I ended up sitting at a table with three other guys. They all told me how exciting the stage show had been for them because they’d all fucked Kitana earlier that evening.

They considered it an honor having fucked a girl who’d ended up being beheaded. They’d even put in a bid on her head. I just smiled as I took another drink, thinking I hadn’t brought along nearly enough money to try to take a head home with me.

After a while, they asked me to join them. They were going to go fuck the survivor of the last round. So I went off with them to meet Harmony.

We had to wait for a little bit until it was our turn. Then all four of us took her on. She didn’t have an issue taking on so many of us at the same time.

I let her stroke and suck me as the guys went after her other holes. When they left, I stayed behind to enjoy a solo fuck. She was happy to take care of me one-on-one.

I wanted to fuck her solo because I wanted to ask her what it had felt like being in that guillotine next to Kitana. She told me it was both a terror and a thrill. She said she came so hard when the blade came down on Kitana that she must have blacked out.

I asked if she was nervous about the possibility of her sensor being popped. She said it was a risk she was willing to take. She admitted the orgasms were to die for.

I smiled as I told her that was an interesting choice of words. She just laughed. She said I probably shouldn’t expect much from a slut. Then she screamed for me to fuck her hard and pop her sensor. That’s when I left a deposit deep inside her cunt.

—

I tried to pace myself during the rest of my time at the Snuff Club. I didn’t want to burn out too fast. Besides, I didn’t know how much longer I was going to stick around. It was going to depend on how much credit I had left.

I was in the lounge when the ceiling began to glow at 9pm. I went to the Entertainment stage to see who was going to end up in the guillotines next. I didn’t see Dwight, but there were so many bodies in there that I probably missed him.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Christy up on the stage. Her arms had been cuffed behind her back like the others had been, although she was still wearing those boots. This time, I noticed her sensor was glowing red.

She was bent forward until her neck was fitted into the lunette. She looked numb as her boobs hung down. What; had she not anticipated having her pregnancy sensor go off like that?

I looked to see a blonde going into the red guillotine beside her. I was told her name was Cory. To my shock, her sensor had also popped.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you’re in for a double treat!” the attendant declared. “Two sensors have popped. Thus, we have a double-beheading for you tonight.” The room erupted in cheers.

Cory kept shaking her head as she was locked into her lunette, causing her boobs to hang down. She was breathing heavily. Both women seemed surprised their sensors had gone off.

“Ladies and gentlemen; your pagers please! This beheading will be a special lottery of our guests who have previously fucked our two lovely ladies. It was one of you whose seed popped their sensors. So one of you will get to take part in the beheadings up here on stage free of charge.”

The crowd cheered. But some spectators grumbled they would not get to be drawn as they had not fucked either girl yet. “Now check your pagers!” the attendant called out.

One lucky guy suddenly called out, “Me! I win!”

“C’mon up, sir!” the attendant waved at him with a smile. “You get to enjoy Cory one last time!” That’s when he eagerly strode to the stage.

“And now for the other one.” There was a pause. Then I heard a familiar voice call out, “Oh fuck; it’s me!”

I was jealous as hell to see Dwight go up onto the stage. The attendant congratulated him as he quickly got behind Christy and excitedly pulled out his dick. There was no shyness on his part whatsoever as he began fucking her right there in front of everyone.

The condemned women panted for breath as they grunted, moaned and whimpered. The attendant seemed to take a little bit longer for bets to be placed at her wheel. She eventually turned toward the two guys onstage and told them, “Hold onto your girls, gentlemen, as they’re both going to lose their heads.”

Dwight really fucked Christy as his partner pounded the shit out of Cory. It must have been something knowing the girl you were fucking was about to be beheaded. The crowd called out with impatient anticipation for them to get on with it.

“Ok, gentlemen,” the attendant warned them. “Get ready now.” Then she set the wheel in motion before rolling the marble in the opposite direction.

The crowd cheered for both women to lose their heads. Despite how many times I’d cum, my cock was hard again in my pants. This was incredibly exciting.

Dwight grabbed Christy’s cuffed wrists and held on tight. His companion did the same to Cory as the marble slowed. It bounced a couple of times before settling into a number…

“27 red! The club pays 27 red!”

Christy let out a plaintive cry as Cory screamed. Both blades fell as one. Both cries were cut off as both heads dropped into the waiting wicker baskets below.

The spectators cheered as Dwight pulled Christy upright. Her boobs wobbled as blood cascaded down her chest. Then he must have lost his grip because she collapsed onto the floor of the stage, hitching and convulsing. That’s when his cock came out and spurted the rest of his load all over her naked, spasming body.

Next to him, the other guy did a better job of hanging onto Cory. He kept her somewhat upright as he thrust deep inside her, blood covering her chest. She was bleeding out and spasming when he let her collapse onto the stage, his cum leaking out of her anal passage.

After zipping back up, Dwight happily came down off the stage to cheers and applause, having thoroughly enjoyed himself. He had a huge grin on his face. But I don’t think he even saw me as he proudly walked on by.

5/7/25

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Neighborhood drowning – an Angry Moon story 4 (22)

Posted on October 27, 2025 by riwa

This angry moon thing scared me. But it wasn’t just because the moon’s orbit was degrading and that it was eventually going to hit the earth. It’s because people were going crazy.

Society was breaking down. It seemed like lawlessness was the rule of the day. Scared people do crazy things.

It wasn’t long before I began hearing about incidents occurring in my neighborhood. One family was robbed, while another went on vacation and never came back. Rumor had it they were killed down in Mexico.

Fear overwhelmed me. So I made the decision to end myself like a lot of other people were doing. But I finally realized I just couldn’t go through with it on my own. I was going to need some help.

Bud lived two doors down. He had a pool in his backyard. I’d been in it a time or two during neighborhood barbecues.

A thought occurred to me. What if I went over, jumped into the deep end, sank to the bottom and never came up? But what if Bud was there and stopped me?

Another thought occurred to me. What if I just let Bud drown me?

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Besides, I wasn’t sure whether or not he would even agree to it!

What pushed me over the edge was the day my neighbors the Ellison’s went out grocery shopping. They got shot in the parking lot, their groceries stolen. I began to worry I was going to be next.

One day, I waited until Bud got home. Then I walked over to his house. That’s when it occurred to me I might really be putting my life at risk.

What if he was lawless just like the others? What if he killed me during my visit? That’s when I decided it really didn’t matter. The end was going to be the same either way. Besides, I knew I was definitely going to die once the moon hit us.

I swallowed hard as I knocked on his door. He opened it up and smiled at me. “Good afternoon, Toni! C’mon in! I wasn’t expecting company today. But you’re more than welcome.”

I thanked him as I stepped inside. He closed the door behind me. Then he offered to pour me a drink. I gratefully accepted.

We were sitting in his living room with drinks in our hands when I got my courage up to broach the subject. “Bud? I kind of, uh… I kind of have a favor to ask.”

He smiled at me. “Anything for you, Toni; you know that.”

“Well, it’s kind of an unusual favor. It’s about this angry moon business. I was kind of thinking about, uh…” I hesitated, unsure how to put it to him.

“Yes?”

“Well, if you don’t mind my asking, I was kind of hoping you would help me, uh… help me drown myself.”

He calmly put his drink down. Then he looked me over carefully before replying, “That’s a pretty serious favor to ask of me, Toni.”

“You heard about the Ellisons, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I heard about that. They were a nice couple.” Then he sighed as he added, “Sadly, I think things are going to get much, much worse as the moon draws closer to us.”

“I do too,” I agreed. “That’s why I was wondering if you would, uh… would help to drown me in, uh… in your backyard pool.”

He paused for a moment. Then he told me, “You know how fond I am of you, Toni. But if you’re serious, I would consider it an honor you’d even think of asking me.”

I brightened up considerably at his attitude. “You mean you’ll do it?”

He leaned forward conspiratorially. “Can I let you in on a little secret, Toni?”

“Sure thing, Bud.”

“I’ve already drowned two of our neighbors.”

I was shocked. “You… you HAVE??”

“You remember Melissa Lichens from down the street; don’t you?”

“Yeah, I remember her.”

“Well, she came over and asked me to fuck-drown her. So I did. And Cindy Stoner? Well, she came over and sat in my lap underwater impaled on my cock until she inhaled water and drowned.”

I was astonished. “Wait a minute, Bud! You mean you actually had SEX with them while you were drowning them??”

“It was their idea, Toni; it wasn’t mine. But I must admit: I sure enjoyed myself.”

I blinked as I thought about it for a moment. Than I stammered, “They’re, uh… they’re not in your pool right now, are they?”

He shook his head as he chuckled, “No; of course not. I got rid of their bodies. They didn’t care what happened to them afterwards. Besides, you know there are not that many formal burials these days. Bodies are turning up everywhere.”

“Yeah, they are,” I agreed. “I guess that’s kind of why I came to you. I was thinking about going out on my own terms; you know?”

“I hear you, Toni.”

I suddenly found myself breathing heavily at this new information about Bud and our neighbors. I also found myself becoming strangely aroused. Would he want to… what did he call it? Would he want to fuck-drown me too??

“Uh, Bud?”

“Yeah, Toni?”

“Would you like to, uh… to fuck me while I’m drowning?”

“That’s entirely up to you, Toni. I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy myself. There’s something about fucking and drowning someone that is perversely exciting to me. But I can do a simple drowning for you if that’s what you want.”

I blinked as I stared at him, my heart suddenly racing. “No, Bud; that’s not what I want. I think I, uh… I think I kind of want to go out the way Melissa and Cindy did.”

He smiled at me in a way I hadn’t seen him look at me before. It was kind of lustful. All I know is that it gave me an erotic shudder something fierce.

“I’d be happy to, Toni. So when do you want this to happen?”

I thought it over for a moment or two. Then I made a decision. “Uh… would right now be ok? Maybe we should get it over with before I chicken out.”

He smiled at me as he replied, “Anything you say, Toni.”

—

We undressed in his backyard. I was modest at first. Then I asked myself what did it matter? I was going to get nude for him anyway.

I jumped naked into his pool in the deep end. He jumped in with me. Then we proceeded to do a little skinny-dipping together.

Right away, I saw his cock get hard. It was a little surprising at first. But it made me feel desired, and I guess I kind of liked that.

He was a total gentleman about it… although I don’t know how one can be gentlemanly when one’s about to drown one’s neighbor. He was very considerate of my feelings. So I decided I should give him something in return.

I started out by sucking his cock as he sat on the side of the pool. It wasn’t all that hard for me to do, as I was kind of fond of Bud anyway and I had a bit of a crush on him. It sure made me feel good the way he twitched in my mouth.

It occurred to me I was going to be underwater soon, and that I would not be coming back up. So I got him to get back into the water with me. Then I held my breath as I submerged and sucked his dick, releasing the occasional bubble.

He really twitched and jerked in my mouth. That really turned me on. But I couldn’t hold my breath very long.

It was a little embarrassing the way I had to keep coming up for air. But I kept at it. Eventually I got to where I could hold my breath for about two minutes or so.

Bud offered to return the favor. That’s when he had me float on my back as he ate me out, licking and bubbling into my crotch. His tongue was heavenly; it felt so good that it made me shudder in orgasm.

Cumming like that really loosened me up. So I asked him to lick me while I was floating face down. In the back of my mind I was considering drowning that way.

He licked me as I floated face down while holding my breath. It felt incredible. The idea he was eventually going to drown me really added to the experience, and I popped off again with a breathless orgasm.

I came up gasping for breath. He smiled at me as he told me he’d been dreaming of this moment for quite a while now. “What moment is that?” I asked naively.

“Making you cum underwater while you’re holding your breath.” That really made me feel good inside.

I told him I was ready to try fucking underwater. He said he’d make it easy on me. We would fuck in the shallow end. That way, I could get my head up anytime I desired.

I took a breath as he slid into me from behind. Then I submerged and held my breath. Wow; what a rush!

I’m not sure why it felt so good. I think it was mostly due to being forced to hold my breath. But I was allowed to bring my head up to get all the air I wanted before going back down and holding my breath again.

When my orgasm hit, everything kind of blurred on me. I felt pleasure from head to toe. When I came up gasping, I almost collapsed back down below the surface.

“How was that?” Bud wanted to know as he held me upright.

“Heavenly,” I purred. “No wonder Melissa and Cindy wanted to go out this way. Only…”

“Only what, Toni?”

“I’m kinda nervous about what drowning is gonna feel like.”

“You’ll get water down your throat,” he explained. “Your first instinct will be to cough and inhale. Your second instinct will be to want to get your head back up.”

“I don’t know,” I murmured, nervously shaking my head.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you inhale whenever you’re ready?”

I thought it over before telling him, “Could I really do that, Bud?”

“Sure thing, Toni. I promise not to hold you down and force you.”

This helped put me at ease. “So you won’t drown me yet, especially if I’m not sure about it, Bud?”

“You just take your time, Toni. I’m just glad you came over here and asked me to help you do this. You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to.”

I took a deep breath. Then I told him, “Let me see what happens; ok, Bud?”

“Sure thing, Toni.”

He entered me from behind. Then I lowered my head down into the water. He gave me a gentle fucking until my body felt wonderful as I held my breath again.

I wondered if it was time to finally get on with it. Besides, Bud was being so patient with me. He wasn’t acting the least bit aggressive or forceful.

I was feeling really good when I tried opening my mouth and inhaling. Instantly I got water down my throat. It made me shoot my head right up until I came up coughing like crazy.

“You ok, Toni?” he asked. I could still feel his cock inside me.

“I *cough-cough* wasn’t expecting that.”

“Nobody expects that,” he chuckled.

I took a deep breath to shake it off. Then I told him, “Let me, uh… let me try it again; ok, Bud? I really, uh… I really want to make this work.”

“Sure thing, Toni; anything you say.”

I smiled bashfully as I told him, “You sure feel good inside me, Bud.”

“Thanks, Toni. I’m certainly enjoying myself.”

I laughed nervously as I coughed a time or two. Then I submerged to hold my breath again.

Bud thrust in and out as I kept myself submerged for as long as I could. It felt incredible! I made myself stay down for what felt like a really long time.

It swelled within me until it exploded outward in a flush of pleasure. Then my lungs heaved in my chest. That’s when I let my mouth open a little bit, only to swallow water again.

Instinctively, I rose back up, coughing like crazy once more. Bud showed concern again as he asked, “You ok, Toni?”

“Yeah, Bud,” I replied with a cough and a gasp.

I hated to make him force me. But I certainly wasn’t getting anywhere on my own. So I hesitantly told him, “Uh… maybe you’d better, uh… push down on my body to keep me under.”

He was still somewhat hesitant. “What if you want back up at the last minute?”

“I don’t know, Bud. How about if I, uh… how about if I shake my head… like this.”

I shook it for him. He told me that would be our signal to let me back up. I apologized for being so skittish about drowning. He just laughed.

He pushed me down and went back to fucking me. This time, it felt different the way he was thrusting in and out of me. Something kind of changed… like I was his property to enjoy and then discard.

He pulled me up and allowed me to gasp loudly for breath. Then he pushed me right back down. I hadn’t counted on that. But it sure gave me an erotic thrill.

He fucked me harder until I started bubbling. Then he pulled me up and let me gasp for breath. “You ok, Toni?” he asked solicitously.

“I’m fine!” I panted. “Push me back down, Bud; ok?”

It was a little nerve-wracking. But to be honest, I was kind of enjoying it a little. I think it was adding to the thrill and sexual excitement of the moment.

He pushed me back down. Then he pounded me good and hard. I bubbled like crazy as he fucked pleasure into my throbbing love-box.

I soon felt myself running out of breath. So I shook my head. But Bud didn’t let me back up the way I was expecting.

I started to panic, and I shook my head even harder. He really fucked me until I cried out. Then he pulled my head up out of the water.

I gasped madly for breath, only for him to push me right back down. Then he fucked me like a man possessed. I was sure he was going to drown me!

I panicked as I cried out a froth of bubbles. Then I felt his hot load inside me. That’s when I clenched and shuddered.

I weakly shook my head. That’s when Bud pulled me back up until he slid out of me. I came up gasping like crazy.

“You ok, Toni?”

I coughed before sputtering, “I thought… you were really gonna… DROWN me!”

“You gave me the signal more than once, so I didn’t.” Then he paused before telling me, “I really don’t think you want to drown today, Toni.”

I winced at the truth of his words before telling him, “Maybe you’re right, Bud. I guess I’m not sure that I want to.”

At that moment, we both heard some sort of boom that echoed from about five miles away. I let out a cry of alarm as I embraced him in fear. Bud instantly wrapped his arms protectively around me, holding me tight.

For some reason, the explosion terrified me more than the threat of Bud drowning me. But I knew I wasn’t going to be able to drown myself… not like this anyway. My body was simply going to fight instinctively every step of the way.

I took a deep breath. Then I looked him in the eye as I hesitantly said, “Bud?”

“Yeah, Toni?”

“I, uh… I think I still want to drown. But I think you’re gonna have to help me.”

“What have you got in mind, Toni?”

“I don’t really know, Bud.”

I looked around his backyard. That’s when I saw several coils of nylon. I pointed them out as I told him, “Bud? What’s all that rope for?”

“I used it on Melissa and Cindy, Toni. Like you, they were afraid they were going to put up too much of a struggle. And I was acting like I am with you right now to the point where they were concerned I might not drown them after all. So they made me tie them up and forcibly fuck-drown them.”

I inhaled sharply as I stepped back from him. “You, uh… you forcibly drowned them, Bud??”

“Yes I did, Toni. It turned out to be the only way to go. They kept hesitating so I kept letting them back up. In the end, they made me tie them up before telling me to just do it already.”

The thought gave me an erotic shudder something fierce. But I remembered how I’d told him that I wanted him to help me drown. Perhaps this was the only way it was going to happen.

“B-Bud?” I stammered as I thought about that recent explosion. “Would you t-tie me up and d-drown me?”

“Are you sure you want me to do that to you, Toni?”

“I’m sure, Bud.”

It was a lie, of course. I wasn’t sure at all. But I still wanted to try going through with it

We both got out of the water. Bud wrapped rope around my arms. Then he secured my ankles to my thighs. It was mostly ornamental, but at least it restricted my movements.

Bud was incredibly considerate. He said he wanted to test it out to see how I liked it. I felt a little panic as I made myself tell him I was totally in his capable hands and that my drowning was the ultimate goal for this encounter.

He responded by tossing me into the water. It was nearly impossible for me to swim. I lost bubbles as I settled onto the bottom of the pool onto my back.

I made myself lie still on the bottom of his pool. I felt extremely vulnerable. I also felt incredibly aroused, especially since my life now lay in his hands.


Bud got into the water with me. Then he knelt on the bottom and started rubbing my boobs as he fingered my cunt. There wasn’t a thing I could do to stop him.

Was this what he’d done to Melissa and Cindy? I felt the growing urge to panic. So I had to forcibly tell myself this was Bud’s gig now.

I was determined to let him drown me today. What’s more, I fully expected him to drown me the way he’d drowned Melissa and Cindy. A part of me perversely hoped he would get more pleasure out of my death than he had out of theirs.

My lungs were heaving when he lifted me up. My head came up at the surface and I gasped for breath. That’s when he asked, “Are you doing ok, Toni?”

I had the urge to tell him to set me free so I could pack up and go home. But that explosion was still fresh in my mind. How much more would things terrify me before I finally ended this frightening existence once and for all?

I found the courage to tell him, “I’m all yours to drown, Bud. My life is in your hands. Dispose of my body any way you see fit.”

He pulled me down onto his erection. Then he pulled me under the surface with him. I ended up lying on top of him as he lay flat on his back on the pool floor.

This was Bud’s show. And he deserved to be pleasured for his efforts. So I rode him as best I could as I sat impaled on top of him.

I held my breath as I fucked him, clenching around the shaft inside me. I felt fear mixed with exhilaration. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with the unknown much longer.

My lungs were screaming at me when he stood up with me still impaled on his erection. We both came up panting for breath. That’s when Bud quietly murmured, “Thank you, Toni.”

“No, Bud. Thank you.”

We both inhaled. Then we went back down. This time, I ended up on my back as he lay on top of me, thrusting in and out of me.

I panicked a little, expecting him to drown me this time. Instead, he pulled out of my slit. Then he began feasting on my cunt.

His tongue drove me wild until I shuddered in orgasm. Once again, he unexpectedly lifted me up to the surface. This time, he took me over to the side of the pool.

He got some more rope and secured me with it. Then he tied my wrists together down at my crotch. At least I could reach my button with my fingers.

He never said a word. He just tossed me back into the water in the shallow end. There was enough weight to the rope that it took me right down.

I ended up on my knees. So I fingered myself. I was anxious, but it felt good.

Bud got into the water and knelt in front of me. He grabbed my head and guided my mouth to his erection. Then he began to fuck my face.

I reached back to finger myself as he thrust between my lips. That’s when a peace came over me. I had turned myself over to Bud completely. Now I was his play-toy, to do with as he saw fit.

He really pushed my lungs. I tasted some of his precum as my chest heaved. I fingered myself until I popped off with him in my mouth.

To my surprise, he pulled my head up to the surface. I gasped for breath. Then he gave me a passionate kiss that would have melted lead.

He gave me a sad little smile. So I began taking deep breaths. I was sure this was it.

He submerged me. Then he got behind me and entered me. That’s when Bud began thrusting as I reached back and fingered myself.


Bud’s head was up at the surface as he fucked me. But I stayed completely underwater. I was sure this was the final act of our little performance.

I worked at fingering myself as he thrust hard and fast. It was brutal, possessive and thrilling. I was his little fuck-toy, to drown as he saw fit.

My chest began to heave as I started running out of breath. Gawd; was this it?? Bud was really pounding me!

I furiously fingered my button until it swelled within me. My body instinctively tried to rise up. Bud just grabbed onto the rope around my back, keeping me submerged.

I shuddered in orgasm as my pussy furiously milked him. A part of me wanted to live. But another part wanted to drown fully impaled upon his member.

My cheeks bulged until I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. It burst out of my mouth in a flurry of bubbles. Then I swallowed water.

The reaction was immediate as my body fought to live. I immediately began spasming and convulsing. That’s when I felt his hot seed pumping into me.

I shuddered again in orgasm, crying out in bubbly pain and bliss. I kept swallowing water, gulping it down until it invaded my lungs. Bud just kept pounding me; gawd, it was glorious agony!

He pulled out of me, rolled me over onto my back, and then entered me again. He lay on top of me as I stared up at him. I just kept hitching as I gulped water like a fish.

For a moment, the pain seemed to ease. I saw him looking down on me with affection in his eyes. Then I reached that point where I no longer had to worry about explosions, dying neighbors or an angry moon anymore as consciousness faded away.

5/10/25 Inspired by a couple of AIs I found posted by Mooz. Inspired by Naxos “Angry Moon” scenario.

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The ladies who failed at City U 4.6 (25)

Posted on October 20, 2025 by riwa

Mark escorted them out into the woods, a whip dangling from his waist. These were the recent City University failures. He had a duty he’d been given, and he was really looking forward to it.

His girlfriend Peta was coming along for two reasons. The first was because he wanted someone to assist him. Besides, he knew she liked to participate in hangings.

But there was a second reason he was bringing her along. It was something he had not divulged to her yet. But she would find out soon enough.

He wondered what her reaction would be once she discovered why he’d brought her along. He suspected she would not like it very much. But she was a people-pleaser, and she liked pleasing him. Besides, this was something he was certainly looking forward to.

The sorority sisters all stiffened at the sight of the large tree ahead of them. Several nooses already dangled from it’s branches. A metal step ladder stood nearby, along with a trash can and a pile of small ropes. It was clear to them that Mark – or someone else from the university – had arrived early to set things up.

“This is the place, ladies,” he told them upon stopping the little group. “Everybody needs to get out of their clothes now. They all go into that trash can over there. Besides, you won’t need ‘em where you’re going.”

The coeds hesitantly looked at each other. Skyla was the first to start undressing, the one among them who was probably the least bothered by what was going to happen to her. The others soon followed suit, knowing that putting up a protest would be fruitless.

Mark expectantly looked at his girlfriend. Peta smiled at him as she started to strip as well. He liked that she was getting into the spirit of things. He also thought it would help loosen the other girls up a little upon seeing her naked as well.

After they’d undressed, Mark pointed at the one he wanted first. “Chloe, I think I’ll start with you. Peta, please tie her hands behind her back before you do all the others.”

“Sure, Mark” was her eager reply.

Chloe started panting like crazy as Peta took a small length of rope, moved behind her, and then secured her hands behind her back. Chloe couldn’t believe it had come down to this. It had all been going so well! Then she’d failed those last two classes.

Unfortunately, there was no chance to make up for it during summer school. She had already been scheduled to graduate. Failure this close to the ceremony allowed for only one option. At least her folks wouldn’t find out about her shame and embarrassment until well after the fact.

Peta finished tying her wrists behind her back. That’s when Mark unzipped his fly and pulled his limp dick out. Then he smiled as he pointed at it before telling her, “This is for the executioner.”

At first, she hesitated. Did she really have to suck him off? It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, or even that she didn’t want to. But she was still numb from being selected to come out here.

Mark moved swiftly. A quick lash with the whip in his hand struck her, causing her to yip before obediently dropping to her knees. Then she took him into her mouth.

She concentrated on sucking him as best she could. Mark just smiled at the others as he hefted the whip. “That was just a reminder, girls. I won’t hesitate to use this, you know.” None of them said a word as Peta now moved to secure Eve’s wrists behind her back.

The girls watched numbly as he took his time with Chloe. She’d actually sucked Mark before, so that was no problem. But now she’d become a little afraid of him, especially since he was about to hang her.

He stopped her before she’d gone too far. She wasn’t as into it as he would have liked.

So he helped her to her feet.

He directed her over to the nearest dangling noose. “Up you go,” he told her. “Let’s get you dancing.”

She hesitated as he picked up the nearby step ladder before placing it directly under the dangling coil. “Up!” he motioned, his voice hardening. She wasn’t going to give him any trouble, was she?

Chloe hesitated until he started to uncurl the whip again. That’s when she gingerly climbed up onto the ladder. She blinked back tears as she reached the top step.

Mark carefully climbed partway up with her until he could reach the rope. He looped the noose around her throat and snugged it. “Just about right,” he told her as he judged the distance down to the ground.

He saw her forlorn expression and shook his head as he climbed back down. “You bitches all knew what would happen if you failed a class before the graduation ceremony. It’s your own damn fault, so I don’t have any sympathy for you over screwing up your last semester. So you can damn well hang for it!”

He mercilessly pulled the ladder out from under her bare feet. There was a stumble and a bit of a drop until the noose took her full weight. Then Chloe began to strangle as her feet fluttered. She could not believe how much it hurt.

Miss Woodcock had explained the physics of hanging to all of them many times over the course of her time at City U. But she’d never experimented with having a rope around her neck by a boyfriend, lover or sorority sister. So she’d never experienced a noose until now.

Chloe rasped and gurgled as she tried to remain perfectly still. That’s when her legs developed a mind of their own. They began to kick as though trying to throw the noose off from around her throat.

Her secured wrists jerked up and down behind her back. But they were unable to assist in providing her with any kind of relief. All she could do was wonder if it was true what Miss Woodcock had once said: that most girls experience some sort of orgasm in the noose. Would it even be worth it?

Chloe had just started her dance when Mark singled out the next one. “You, Eve; you’re next. Over here.” Then he pointed at his dangling cock as he added, “You know what to do. Suck your executioner.”

The redhead had her hair up in a bun in preparation for the noose as she came over. But Mark was standing awfully near to Chloe as her sorority sister kicked and danced in midair. She nearly got a foot in her back as she knelt.

Mark’s legs were spread, forcing her to sit on her haunches upon her bare feet. Then she took him into her mouth. She worked him nice and slow, wincing at the sound of Chloe rasping, kicking and dangling behind her.

How long would it be until he strung her up next? She didn’t dare ask any questions. The whip he held in his hand indicated he would tolerate no acts of resistance.

It was her own fault. She’d not fully applied herself to her studies and had failed the university by not passing a class this last semester. If this ever got out into the public domain, there might be a scandal that would not look good on the university, much less the board of trustees and the benefactors.

She’d once tried a noose with one of the boys she’d dated. But he’d been a little too aggressive, and it had hurt like hell. She’d vowed never again to find herself in one. Boy, had that vow failed miserably!

As Eve sucked Mark’s dick, the dirty blonde Skyla looked on while awaiting her turn, her arms now having been secured by Peta. But her eyes were focused on a dancing Chloe, not on Eve blowing Mark. Soon, it would be her turn.

She couldn’t help reflecting on what had brought her to this moment. Everyone knew the graduating class had to pass their classes or suffer a life-ending hanging out here in the woods away from prying eyes. So why had she failed?

She firmly believed she could have passed. Yet she’d failed to apply herself. Instead, she’d attended celebratory parties and orgies to the point where her grades had suffered.

She’d witnessed her share of hangings these last four years. All the girls in those nooses had ultimately suffered as they’d kicked and strangled to death. So she knew what the penalty would be, and how much it would hurt.

Had she failed on purpose? Strangely, she didn’t know how to answer that. Maybe she had. At any rate, this would soon be the end of the line for her.

Her lady-parts tingled like crazy as she watched Chloe kick it up. Skyla was all out of breath as she watched her classmate and sorority sister suffer. She couldn’t understand why she was so aroused.

That’s when Chloe’s dance changed. A moment later she was humping the air before settling down to dangle quietly.

Wait a minute! What was that? Had Chloe just cum? It sure looked like it!

Skyla panted for breath as she stared in fascination. Soon she would be dangling too. Would she cum just like Chloe? Deep down, she fervently hoped so.

Behind her, Joslyn stood waiting quietly, her hands having just been secured behind her back. She kept looking back and forth between the blowjob Mark was getting and the way Chloe was suffering in the noose. Well, she wryly told herself, at least now she would get to suck Mark’s cock, even if it was going to be the last sexual thing she ever got to partake in.

How long had she waited for this moment? How many times had she come on to him? He had women clinging to him all the time. Why was it now, here at the end, that she was finally about to get her chance to suck his dick?

Had she failed all those classes on purpose just for this moment? She wasn’t sure, as she tried to convince herself this last semester of classes had simply been too difficult for her. At least now she wouldn’t be going back to her home in the Caribbean to shame her parents.

Next to her, Rachel stood watching Chloe’s dance impassively as Peta tied her wrists behind her back. She couldn’t believe it had come down to this. But she had to go through with it or suffer a shame her mother would not be able to tolerate for her not graduating.

Rachel took full notice how Chloe had really suffered. At least she’d cum before she’d settled down. Rachel wondered if she would cum too.

Miss Woodcock had said that females frequently experienced orgasms in the noose. Rachel wondered if that would really happen to her as she hanged to death. Was that to be her last moment of pleasure here on earth: cumming in a noose? It was hard to believe she would soon be hanging just like Chloe and the others.

Peta experimentally tugged on Rachel’s wrists. They were good and tight, just like all the others. Mark would be proud of her.

As Peta was Mark’s girlfriend, she considered it an honor to help him tie up all the girls after they’d undressed. Thankfully, plenty of smaller ropes had been left behind to secure everyone’s wrists. Someone had even left an extra noose she’d found lying there.

Peta had willingly gotten naked along with the rest of them. She wanted her boyfriend to lust after her, especially after the others had all been strung up. Hell, maybe he’d use the extra noose on her to give her a flying fuck before they headed back. Wouldn’t that be exciting?

She looked over to see that Chloe was about done. Her dance had been kind of hot. That meant Eve would be going next. Peta was looking forward to it… well, looking forward to all their hangings actually.

Chloe settled down to dangle quietly. That’s when Mark stood Eve up, pulling his dick out of her mouth. She gasped, now that the moment appeared to be at hand.

He carried the foot ladder over to a nearby noose dangling from another branch. Then he pointed at it. Eve dutifully came over, her chest rising and falling as her heart beat fast.

He helped her climb the ladder until the noose framed her face. He climbed up with her and looped it around her neck. Then he climbed down.

“You were a good fuck, Eve,” he told her. “But you know the rules.” She gulped and nodded, trying to hold back the tears.

He abruptly took the ladder out from under her feet. She immediately dropped. The tightening noose was so abrupt that it made her instinctively start to kick.

For some reason, it felt like it hurt much worse than that one time she’d tried it with her boyfriend. But maybe that’s because she knew she wasn’t getting down from this one. This would be a permanent hanging.

She could see Chloe dangling quietly out of the corner of her eye. Seeing her nearly dead sorority sister frightened her. Gawd; why had she allowed her grades to slip so close to graduation??

“Skyla!” Mark demanded as he pointed at his semi-limp dick. “Over here!”

The coed went over and dutifully knelt before taking his cock into her mouth. They were right there to watch Eve dance as she sucked. It made her lady-parts tingle like crazy.

Chloe hung limp behind her. But that wasn’t where the action was anymore. Now she watched Eve hump, wriggle and shimmy as Mark thrust in and out of her mouth while enjoying her sorority sister dance.

Skyla was wet as hell, her pussy dripping. She couldn’t believe how aroused she’d become. It all looked so painful, so terribly exciting.

She could tell Mark was into hanging them. What a treat it must have been for the honor student to be selected to carry out this assignment. The way he’d hanged both Chloe and Eve, it seemed as though he’d really learned well from Miss Woodcock.

A moment later, Eve became more animated. Maybe she didn’t want to die. Now her body was really writhing and humping.

Wow! She was furiously fucking the air, cumming violently in the noose! Gawd; that looked so damn sexy! And to think she would be going next!

Joslyn quietly waited with Rachel and Peta, watching jealously as Skyla blew Mark. She didn’t know why she was so jealous, but she was. All she could do was watch Skyla enjoy Mark’s dick while Eve suffered in the noose. As for Chloe, she was dangling quietly save for the occasional muscle spasm.

Was it worth it to hang just for getting to suck his dick? It was a huge price to pay for such a small reward. And yet she found herself willing to pay the price… or at least she thought she was. She suspected she was going to feel differently once one of the remaining nooses was wrapped around her throat.

Eve really started dancing and writhing. Then she appeared to squirt her orgasm. A moment later, Mark roared out his release into Skyla’s mouth.

Now Joslyn was really jealous! Would he have enough to give her another load once it was her turn? She almost wanted to cry, now that her opportunity to swallow his cum might have been lost.

Rachel stood there watching as Peta stood next to her. It looked horrible, seeing Eve suffer the way Chloe had suffered. At least both women had climaxed in their nooses.

Making her wait this far down the line was excruciating. She had watched Chloe suffer, and then it had been Eve’s turn to strangle in the noose. Skyla would be next.

Would Joslyn go ahead of her? Would she have to watch four of her sorority sisters suffer before she rode her own noose? Gawd; this was torture!

And yet, she was now beginning to find it oddly arousing. Chloe had clearly gone through a lot of agony… and had just as clearly orgasmed. If anything, Eve was suffering even more… and yet had seemingly cum even harder.

Was there a benefit to all this? How could anyone benefit from hanging to death? But the cums looked promising. And now she was starting to warm up to the idea… not that she had any choice in the matter.

Peta unashamedly masturbated as Eve suffered. She’d been tingling like crazy while Chloe had danced. But she’d been too busy securing Rachel to do anything about it. Now she was terribly horny.

She panted heavily for breath as she touched herself. Mark was looking at a dangling Eve, so he couldn’t see her enjoying herself. Maybe it didn’t matter. She was just glad she’d been allowed to help him out on this assignment.

She watched as Eve finally got her climax. Then Skyla got her boyfriend’s load. Now it would be that sexy bitch’s turn to be strung up. Mark was so damn lucky to get to hang them all. And she was just as lucky to have been asked to help him out.

His cum dripped off her lips as Mark lifted Skyla to her feet. “Let’s get you noosed and hanging, baby.” Then he escorted her over to the next dangling coil.

He grabbed the metal step ladder and placed it directly underneath the noose. Skyla dutifully climbed up without the least bit of hesitation. There was no point in resisting. At least she’d gotten a mouthful of cum, which was more than Chloe or Eve could say.

He climbed up next to her to noose her. But he instinctively put his hand upon her breast to steady her as she wobbled a little. It gave her a thrill something fierce.

He looped the noose around her neck and snugged it. Then he apologized for giving her a last grope. “Don’t worry; I loved it!” she panted, still trying to keep some of his cum in her mouth and on her lips.

“A slut to the end?” he asked with a smile.

“To the end,” she panted breathlessly, both afraid and excited for what was about to happen next.

He climbed down, grabbed the step ladder and pulled it out from under her. Skyla dropped, tightening the noose around her throat. Her body immediately took over from there.

Her arms jerked behind her back as her legs kicked. She wriggled and shimmied as something electric seemed to lodge in her crotch. She was in the midst of her first orgasm when she heard Mark call out, “Joslyn? Over here!”

Joslyn tried not to look at Chloe who was dangling and twisting quietly. Eve was experiencing the occasional muscle tremor as she gently swayed back and forth. But Skyla was dancing like she was born to it.

She knelt and took Mark’s cock into her mouth, trying to obtain anything left that had been dripping from his discharge to Skyla. Her back was to the kicking coed as she slobbered all over Mark’s dick. She didn’t want to watch that wild dance if she didn’t have to.

She focused on nothing but Mark’s pleasure. But she was already a little disappointed. She knew he was not hard simply from the work of her mouth and tongue. He was probably hard from watching that slut dance behind her.

She was hungry for his dick, quite eager for it in fact. And he certainly stiffened in her mouth. Was there a chance she might get a little of his cream before she hanged? She certainly hoped so.

She could hear Skyla kicking and suffering. She heard Mark’s appreciative grunts as he murmured, “Look at that slut go!” Soon she would be next. But at least she was being given this opportunity to give him some pleasure, tainted though it was by his enjoyment of the other hanging girls.

As she watched the proceedings, Rachel didn’t know what to think of Skyla’s dance. Then Peta leaned close and whispered, “She’s quite the noose-whore, isn’t she? I’ve seen quite a few during my time here at the university. But she’s really putting on a performance for the ages.”

Urine finally dripped down Chloe’s legs and off her toes. Eve was gently swaying a little. But Skyla was dancing as though her body wanted to keep living and fucking.

As for Rachel, a part of her felt numb to it all. But a part of her was still somewhat intrigued by it all. Then Skyla was humping and cumming again.

“Damn!” Peta breathed in her direction as she masturbated. “That is so hot! She’s really cumming in that noose; isn’t she? Are you gonna cum like that when it’s your turn?”

Rachel didn’t answer. The remark had stung. But there was nothing she could do to avoid her fate. Would she indeed experience an orgasm in the noose before her heart stopped beating?

Mark abruptly pulled Joslyn to her feet before she could finish him off. Her mind cried out, “No; I’m not finished!” Then he took her over to the adjacent noose and left her there before grabbing the metal ladder and putting it under the dangling coil.

“Up you go,” he told her.

Joslyn whimpered as he helped her up onto the ladder. Then he climbed up long enough to loop the noose over her head. “I want you dancing a duet with Skyla,” he told her with a smirk. Then he climbed down before jerking the metal ladder out from under her feet.

She hit the end of the rope enough to trigger a bodily reaction. She started kicking and humping, instinctively trying to throw the rope off her neck. Her mind cried out in agony as her body fought her noose.

Skyla still had some life in her as both coeds kicked and danced. The thick branch gave just a little, causing them to bounce, dance and sway together. Then Joslyn’s body began to hump and shimmy as fear exploded into orgasmic pain.

Peta escorted Rachel forward toward her boyfriend past the others. Now Eve was dripping urine off her toes as well. Skyla was slowing down as Joslyn was picking up momentum.

He didn’t even wait for the obligatory blowjob. He simply placed the ladder under the last dangling noose before calling her over. Rachel whimpered as he assisted her up.

He climbed on up with her. “Might as well get you dancing with the others,” he told her as he noosed her up. Then he climbed down and pulled the metal ladder out from underneath her bare feet.

Rachel urked as she began swinging back and forth. Then she started kicking. Her body twisted and shimmied as she fought to pull a breath of air down her constricted windpipe.

Skyla was gently swinging back and forth, having exhausted herself. She humped a little from an orgasmic aftershock. Then she settled down, twisting and swaying as her bladder gave way.

For a moment, Joslyn and Rachel were dancing a duet. Then Joslyn humped her way through a climax before exhausting herself. She swung back and forth, stray muscles firing as Rachel danced alone.

She kicked and swung in agony, the pain intense around her throat. She wondered what the big deal about cumming in the noose was. Then she began to hump involuntarily until she experienced a small surge of pleasure in the midst of her pain.

She concluded that in the end, it wasn’t really worth the suffering she was going through. But at least it was something. Then she settled down to hang quietly, gently swaying back and forth as her bladder released.

Mark and Peta watched them until Rachel settled down. Then he walked over to his girlfriend, giving each naked, dangling sorority sister a little push to set her swinging back and forth. She smiled at him as she gushed, “Gawd; you hanged them all! What a thrill!”

He noticed the remaining ropes along with the extra coil lying on the ground. He smiled back at her as he said, “They must have left an extra noose behind just in case. So how about it, babe? Wanna hang for me?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” she gushed excitedly. “I’d love a flying fuck!”

“I’ll just bet you would,” he replied as he picked up a small length of rope.

He tied his girlfriend’s wrists behind her back. Then he tossed that last noose over a nearby branch. He left the coil dangling as he went over to retrieve the metal ladder.

“Oh, gawd!” she gasped at the view of dangling nudity as he brought it over, pushing the occasional body he passed. “You’re gonna let me see them all hanged, aren’t you!”

“That’s just the kind of guy I am, babe,” he remarked with a lecherous grin.

She was facing five naked bodies twisting and swaying from branches as he placed the ladder under the noose. She eagerly climbed on. He climbed up with her, molesting her as he looped the noose around her throat.

He snugged it up tight. Then he climbed down. That’s when he walked the free end over and tied it off to the tree.

Peta stood there trembling with excitement. Then he unwound the whip in his hands. That was something she hadn’t fully anticipated.

Her eyes flashed in alarm as he smiled at her. “Just a little pain for my baby.” Then the whip sang out.

She yelped at the first… the second… and the third. The fourth wrapped around her and hit her crotch just right. Then he went to work on her boobs.

He’d given her pain before. But nothing quite like this. It hurt like hell, even as it made her incredibly wet between her legs.

The whip sang out again and again, leaving red welts upon her body. His cock was hard and dripping from her suffering. How much more of this did she have to endure?

It occurred to her he might want her to step off and hang herself. But could she do that? She decided she might have to if she wanted him to stop.

She didn’t get the chance to do it voluntarily. One lash hurt so bad that she jerked upon the ladder. She lost her balance and kicked the ladder over, setting her to swinging back and forth.

Mark smiled as he kept swinging the lash. Now her screams were cut off as the coil strangled her. She twisted and swung, rasping and kicking as her body fought her noose.

Gawd; this was bad! It was better – and worse – than any hanging she’d ever endured for him. A moment later, the whip sang out yet again, wrapping around her until the end stung her crotch. Peta humped as an orgasm was torn out of her naked, suffering body.

She saw the others gently swaying and twisting until their bodies slowly came to a dangling rest. Then Mark stepped up to her. His cock was erect.

She was too tired to wrap her legs around him. So he parted them as he eased the tip into her. She was too high, so it was all he could get into her.

It was at that moment she realized he might be hanging her for real. By now, she was barely conscious. The thought both frightened and thrilled her.

Mark quietly told her, “Remember that incident when you embarrassed Miss Whitlock in front of that benefactor. She wanted you to pay for that. Sorry, Peta; but it sure was fun whipping and hanging your ass one last time.”

The last thing she felt was him cumming inside her. She quivered from one last dangling orgasm of her own. Then consciousness failed her. He pulled out right before her bladder gave way.

Mark got ready to depart. He had his instructions. The sorority sisters were to be left dangling. And he’d left enough marks on Peta to let Miss Whitlock know when she came out to have a look to confirm that his naked, dangling girlfriend had paid for the embarrassment she’d caused her in front of that benefactor.

3/17/25 Inspired by the render I found on the Internet.

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Closing up shop at Patreon 4.1 (25)

Posted on October 15, 2025 by riwa

I recently discovered I have been hacked. My Paypal account was recently compromised. Thankfully, I got to it before my bank account was affected. Thus, I have decided this will be my last month at Patreon. Besides, it is possible I have passed my sell-by date and that I probably should have stepped down from doing this some time ago.

I have struggled lately when it comes to writing. I believe you all deserve my very best effort, and I’m concerned my enthusiasm is slipping. I also don’t wish to start inadvertently duplicating story ideas. So this has also played a small part in my decision to shut down my Patreon site.

I have greatly enjoyed writing for you. I hope my stories have been a welcome distraction in the midst of a very chaotic world. I am honored to have had all of you as my patrons, and I wish you all the very best.

It is possible I might upload a final story or two in the next few days for everyone on the free side to enjoy. Otherwise, make sure you access and download all the stories you have signed up to receive. Then make sure you cancel your paid account on or before October 31 so that you will not be charged for November. If I’m still around to do it, I plan on deleting all of my Patreon stories on the 30th or 31st.

Once again, thank you all so very much for your kindness and for being my patrons.

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Off her meds 3.5 (21)

Posted on October 13, 2025 by riwa

Patricia and Elara kissed below the surface. Bubbles trickled out of their mouths and noses as they passionately embraced. Their breasts pressed together as they mashed their hardened nipples up against each other.

They excitedly rode each other’s knee as they kissed and bubbled. Elara slowly kissed her way down her lover’s naked body until she found her crotch. Then she began licking and tonguing.

Patricia bubbled from the pleasure of the encounter. Why not enjoy the bitch one last time? After all, Elara was pretty good at licking out orgasms.

She tried to focus on how good it felt. But this time, it just wasn’t happening. There was a mental blockage preventing her from fully enjoying it.

Patricia perfectly understood what was causing the blockage. Pleasure soon morphed into anger. That’s when she actually tried to keep Elara forcefully submerged.

Her lover grunted and bubbled in surprise, her lungs burning as she tried to rise up for another breath. Oddly, Patricia wasn’t letting her go. Was this another one of her crazy games she liked to play?

Elara tried to rise up. But Patricia still wouldn’t let her go. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting this way? She hadn’t gone off her meds again, had she?

Elara had to force herself away from her persistent lover before shooting up to the surface for a much-needed breath. Patricia angrily rose up with her. “What’s wrong?” Elara wanted to know.

“As if you didn’t know!” And with that, Patricia forced her back down below the surface.

Elara bubbled in alarm as she fought to break free of her angry companion’s grasp. This was getting her nowhere! Besides, she had to get ready to go see Barbara for their swim later.

She twisted out of Patricia’s grip before shooting back up to the surface. She came up gasping like crazy as she sputtered, “What the hell? Are you off your meds again??”

“No, I’m thinking all too clearly about you and Barbara, you bitch!” And with that, Patricia forced Elara back down below the surface in another flurry of bubbles.

Barbara? Was this about Barbara? Was Patricia jealous? Did she want to keep the 29 year old all to herself??

They grappled with each other until Elara found herself trying to push her lover away. Normally she enjoyed these playful, underwater encounters. But today, Patricia was being much too rough. And she had to get ready to go see Barbara in a few minutes.

Elara broke away before kicking her way back to the surface. Patricia came up with her and wrapped her up in her arms from behind. Then she pulled her right back down with an angry cry.

Elara struggled in her lover’s grasp. She was tempted to fight harder. But she was instinctively pulling her punches because she didn’t want to hurt her.

What if Patricia had simply forgotten to take her medications over the last couple of days? That might explain things. This couldn’t be about Barbara, could it? In the meantime, how the hell was she supposed to calm the crazy bitch down??

She twisted and struggled before working her head back up above the surface. She gasped frantically as Patricia came up sputtering, “YOU BITCH!” Then Elara was pulled back down below the surface before she could catch her breath.

She was beginning to tire; Elara was becoming exhausted. She hadn’t anticipated such a violent reaction out of her friend and lover. Somehow, she had to talk some sense into her!

Patricia was clearly angry. And when she got angry, adrenaline made her all the stronger. Was she really that jealous of her and Barbara going for a swim together? Elara was concerned something bad was going to happen if she didn’t diffuse the situation… and quickly!

She finally kneed Patricia in the crotch, causing her lover to loosen her grip. She shot up to the surface and tried to back away from her, buying herself some precious seconds. “What’s wrong with you, you crazy bitch? Don’t you know how much I love you?”

“You love Barbara more than me, you bitch!”

“Barbara?? We’re just going for a swim and—”

“I know what you two are doing in the pool!” Then Patricia was on her again, forcefully submerging her below the surface.

The two naked women rolled and twisted underwater, bubbles billowing everywhere as they squirmed and thrashed about. Elara couldn’t fathom it. Why the hell was she so angry over her going to see Barbara for a swim?? Was it jealousy? Or was it something more?

It was true they’d gotten a little handsy with each other. They’d even kissed underwater a few times. But that was all! Hell, Patricia was the one who’d introduced them to each other!

Elara had to fight like hell just to get back to the surface. She was tiring as she came up and gasped like crazy. But Patricia was like a bull in a China shop. She was able to force her right back down without allowing her to get her breath back.

Patricia wrapped her arms and legs around Elara from behind like an octopus. Then she held on tight, keeping them both submerged. This time, Elara did not have any leverage to break free no matter what she did.

She was tiring fast, her heart hammering in her chest. Could she outlast Patricia by holding her breath longer? Would the crazy bitch let her go in order to reach the surface and get her breath back first? She didn’t know… and that’s what truly scared her.

Her lungs began to heave in her chest. Elara could feel the panic start to rise within her. That’s when she screamed in horror, spewing away much of her breath.

She frantically brought her hands up to cover her mouth. But Patricia still had a tight hold upon her. What’s more, she didn’t seem like she was about to let go anytime soon.

Elara’s mind screamed as she shook her head… “PATRICIA?? NOOO! DON’T!” That’s when her lover reached around and violently pulled her hands away from her face. A moment later, her lungs gave out.

Elara reflexively gulped, swallowing down a mouthful of pool water. Her body instinctively inhaled water a split-second later. That’s when she coughed violently, only to inhale again.

Her naked body immediately went into painful spasms. Her lungs reacted instinctively, hitching and convulsing to expel the inhaled liquid, only to suck more water down her windpipe. It was a downward spiral from which there was no escape unless her lover intervened.

Only the crazy bitch didn’t seem the least bit interested in getting her back to the surface in time…

Patricia quickly detected drowning sounds coming from her former lover. Elara was spasming and convulsing in her grasp, grunting and gulping. She was no longer trying to break free from her death grip. Holding onto her was easy now.

Patricia turned her lover around, wanting to see the effects of drowning in the bitch’s expression. Elara painfully hitched and convulsed as her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. There was a look of shock and surprise in her features.

Patricia watched her former lover gently convulse. A few bubbles slipped out past Elara’s parted lips. Then the naked woman gently hitched again.

She hadn’t been turned on before because she was so damned angry. But now, she was incredibly aroused. Seeing Elara hitch and spasm as bubbles fled her flooding lungs?? Gawd; that was so damned hot!

She grinned sadistically, waving with her hand in a come-hither motion as though wanting Elara to draw nearer… ‘That’s it, bitch! Give me more drowning bubbles! That’s the way! NOW you’re turning me on!’

Elara gently convulsed again as her waist appeared to tremble. Her eyes were open in shock as her lips remained parted. Patricia smiled cruelly as she kept motioning… ‘All of it! I want all that air out of your lungs! Give it to me, you bitch! That’s the way. Give me more… MORE!’

Elara gently hitched as a few stray bubbles slipped out of her trembling, parted lips. She stared in frozen horror, her mouth open in the form of an “Oh”. Patricia just kept waving for her to come hither until Elara gently hitched yet again.

It suddenly swelled within her as she watched her former lover go limp in her grasp. Then there was no further movement whatsoever. Patricia leaned close and gently kissed the parted lips until an orgasm unexpectedly rippled through her quivering body.

She shuddered with pleasure as she released her grasp on her former lover. With her lungs flooded, there was no buoyancy in her naked body. Elara slowly drifted downward until she settled upon the floor of her pool.

There was one final, gentle convulsion that shook her chest. Elara ended up flat on her back, staring up into space with vacant eyes. She wasn’t going anywhere, not in her present condition… and certainly not back to the surface to breathe!

Her lungs heaved in warning. Patricia shot up to the surface, bursting up and panting loudly for breath. Then she swam over to the edge of the pool before climbing out.

She looked down into the pool, water dripping off her naked body as she panted like crazy. “Didn’t think I’d find out about you two, eh? You can stay down there and rot for all I care!”

She suddenly heard the sound of Elara’s iPhone going off. Patricia went over and picked it up. There was a text from Barbara asking how soon she would be coming over.

Patricia quickly texted I’m on my way. A return text replied See you soon. “Oh, you’ll be seeing me soon, Barbara,” she replied under her breath.

She used a towel to dry herself off with. Then she looked down into the pool. Elara was still lying on the bottom, the surface settling down from their wrestling match.

“I’ll say hello to Barbara for you, bitch.” Then Patricia put her clothes back on before leaving Elara’s backyard…

—–

She took her time going over to Barbara’s. By now, she’d calmed down somewhat. But every time she thought of Barbara and Elara getting it on with each other in one backyard pool or the other, it served to bring her rage back to the surface.

She pulled into Barbara’s driveway and parked. Then she went to the front door. It was unlocked. Clearly her lover was expecting company. “I’ll bet you’re not expecting me,” she muttered under her breath as she opened the door and went inside.

She moved all the way through the house to the patio door. She paused when she heard Barbara’s voice… “Elara? Are you still coming over? It’s been nearly forty-five minutes? Are you going to be late? Call me back, ok?”

Patricia looked out the glass door and watched Barbara put her iPhone down on the patio table. Her lover shook her head in dismay. Then she went over and sat down on the edge of her pool, her legs dangling in the water.

Patricia removed all her clothes right there by the patio door. She set them in a pile on the floor. Then she headed outside.

Barbara turned at the sound of the patio door opening. “Oh, THERE YOU—Patricia?? What are you doing here?”

“Now what kind of greeting is that?” she asked with a smile as she went over to her. “Aren’t you happy to see me naked?”

“Well… yeah, but… I was kind of expecting company.”

“And I’m not ‘company’?”

“No, it’s just that…”

“Are you saying I’m not welcome today?”

“Well, no. I was just expecting, uh…” Then she paused as though considering how much information she should give out.

She finally decided on going with the truth. “To be honest, I’m expecting Elara. She’s supposed to come over for a swim.”

“Is that so?” Patricia’s tone indicated she didn’t sound particularly pleased.

“It’s all right, isn’t it? After all, you introduced us.”

“We can have some fun before she gets here, can’t we?”

“Well… I suppose…”

Patricia didn’t even hesitate. She pushed Barbara into the pool while tumbling in with her in a flurry of bubbles.

Barbara came back up, only for Patricia to push her right back down. She bubbled as her black bikini top was pulled off. She couldn’t help wondering what Elara’s reaction would be upon arriving and seeing her and Patricia naked in the pool.

She came up sputtering. “Say, what’s gotten into you tonight?” Patricia’s response was to force her back down below the surface.

She bubbled as she twisted and struggled in the water. Strangely, her lover was being rougher with her than normal. She hadn’t gone off her meds again, had she?

She was beginning to wonder if she should say goodbye to her relationship with Patricia and take on Elara instead. Elara wasn’t nearly as much of a roller coaster ride as Patricia could be. Sometimes her crazy friend could have some rather wild mood swings.

They twisted in the pool until she worked herself back to the surface. “Hey!” she gasped. Patricia just pushed down on her head, submerging her again in a flurry of bubbles.

They often wrestled in the water. It usually got them both all hot and bothered. But Patricia was being particularly aggressive today. And Barbara was starting to worry about Elara’s absence.

Her bottoms soon came off, leaving them both naked. But Barbara was not enjoying this like she usually did. Besides, Patricia’s mood seemed off.

She broke away and shot up to the surface. Barbara frantically swam over to the side of the pool, gasping for breath as she clung to it. “Enough!” she declared. “Maybe you’d better come over some other time—”

“What; so you can make out with Elara when she gets here?” That’s when Patricia angrily pushed her down below the surface again.

Barbara found herself in her lover’s grasp as they twisted and rolled, bubbles spewing everywhere. This wasn’t fun anymore. Patricia was becoming more and more unpredictable, especially when she missed being on her meds for a few days.

Something really seemed off. Her lover acted as though she really wanted to drown her! Barbara found herself becoming more and more alarmed.

She burst up gasping for breath, only to be pulled right back down below the surface. Patricia grabbed onto her from behind and held on tight. That’s when Barbara snapped.

She angrily rolled and twisted, violently jerking herself out of her lover’s grasp. She shot up for a breath, only for Patricia to rise up with her. This time, it was Barbara who went on the attack, forcibly submerging her crazy friend.

Patricia went down in a flurry of bubbles. This only enraged her even more. Now it felt as though Barbara was trying to drown her so she and Elara could be alone together!

She started kicking and twisting until a knee caught Barbara in the stomach. Patricia wrapped her up in her arms, bubbling like crazy. Barbara responded by giving her crazed friend a knee in the belly.

Patricia coughed up bubbles. Barbara grabbed her and held on tight. Her friend and lover bubbled and bellowed, but she refused to let go.

She got up to the surface with her legs wrapped around Patricia. She grabbed the metal rungs to the ladder in the deep end and held on. Patricia struggled and bubbled below the surface until she appeared to weaken.

At the last moment, Barbara relented. She didn’t want to hurt Patricia. But it was clear their time as pool lovers had come to an end.

She pulled Patricia up to the surface where she helped her grab onto the pool ladder. Her lover coughed and gasped as she panted heavily for breath. “I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t let me go, Pats. I think it’s time you get out of my pool and go home. I just can’t do this anymore.”

“You want me to go so you can do things with Elara in the water; is that it?” And with a renewed surge of adrenaline, Patricia forced Barbara back down below the surface, catching her by surprise.

Patricia wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist. Then she grabbed into Barbara’s wrists and held on tight. This time she obtained the leverage she needed.

Barbara cried out as she twisted and turned. But she couldn’t jerk out of Patricia’s grasp like before. What the hell was wrong with her??

They struggled just below the surface. Patricia was able to hold onto Barbara while keeping her fully submerged. But she was close enough to the surface where she was able to stick her head up and gasp for a quick breath before slipping back down into the water.

By now, Barbara was panicking. Patricia had literally gone off the deep end. What the hell was this all about? Did this have anything to do with Elara? How could it when she’d originally introduced them to each other?

Barbara kicked and struggled. But Patricia kept her fully submerged. Barbara could feel herself running out of breath.

There was another violent struggle, with more bubbles bursting to the surface. Patricia got another quick breath before forcing Barbara down toward the bottom Her lover eyed her in surprise and horror as she began shaking her head, having run out of the energy she desperately needed to keep putting up a fight.

Barbara could not break her wrists out of Patricia’s grasp. She finally pulled her hands up to cover her mouth to keep from losing her breath. With an angry cry of bubbles, Patricia jerked her hands away from her face.

Barbara spewed away most of her breath in a desperate cry. Then she hitched and gurgled, unable to keep from inhaling. That’s when water went down her windpipe.

She immediately went into violent convulsions as her lungs tried to cough the offending liquid back up. She gulped more as she coughed and hitched. All the fight that was left in her promptly bled away.

Patricia rode her lover’s waist, her crotch mashing into her as Barbara gurgled and drowned within her grasp. She finally let go of her wrists. All Barbara could do was weakly flail for the surface.

Patricia reached out and groped her lover’s tits. Then she started motioning at her the way she’d motioned at Elara… “Give me all the air in your lungs, bitch! Give it all to me! Let me see those drowning bubbles! Serves you right!”

Barbara kept hitching and gurgling until she began to descend toward the bottom of the pool. Patricia eagerly rode her down. It was like drowning Elara all over again.

She found herself cumming as she eagerly ground against Barbara’s waist. Her drowning lover reflexively humped her back. Bubbles came out of Barbara’s parted lips as Patricia inwardly crowed, “Drown, you bitch… drown for me the way that bitch Elara drowned!”

And then she herself gulped water, her rage having disguised her intense need for another breath of her own…

Patricia coughed in surprise as she gulped and inhaled. What the hell? This wasn’t supposed to happen! Barbara wasn’t supposed to drown her?!

She found herself hitching and gurgling as she rode her lover to the bottom of the deep end. Her fury had blinded her to her need for another breath. She’d stayed under too long.

She painfully hitched and convulsed as Barbara finished drowning underneath her. But she couldn’t make her muscles move. She couldn’t unlock her legs from around her lover’s waist.

They ended up on the bottom of the pool. Barbara lay on her back, staring up in vacant horror and surprise. Patricia sat upon her, her legs pinned beneath Barbara’s naked form as her arms drifted upward. Then she gently hitched and gurgled as the life winked out of her eyes.

Written for Teknight 2/4/25 by riwa.

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Dulcinea 4.4 (31)

Posted on October 6, 2025 by riwa

Dulcinea was a bad girl. She always kept getting herself into trouble. At least that’s what her step-mother told me.

I was dating Serafina when her step-daughter Dulcinea came home from college. She promptly started getting herself into all kinds of trouble around town. She really drove her mother crazy, or so I was led to believe.

Serafina informed me she had many ways to punish her wayward step-daughter. But she did not give me any details. And since I hadn’t seen her disciplining her, I had no idea what methods of punishment were being handed down. So I didn’t ask.

My first inclination things were a little on the bizarre side was the evening I spent with Serafina. Out of curiosity, I asked where her daughter was. “Oh, she’s in the punishment room,” she replied. “You wanna see her?”

I frowned. “Am I supposed to see her?”

“It’s quite all right with me,” she replied cheerfully. She actually sounded eager to show me.

She led me down a hall to a room I’d never been in before. That’s because she usually kept the door locked. “She’s in here,” Serafina motioned as she pulled out a key and unlocked it before opening the door.

I was surprised when I looked inside. Dulcinea was sitting in a chair facing the corner. But she looked like she was naked and was bound to that piece of furniture. She also appeared to be grunting and squirming.

Serafina raised a finger to her lips as though she didn’t want me to speak. Then she quietly closed the door, leaving us standing out in the hallway. “You see?” she explained. “Right now, she’s being punished. We’ve got a couple of hours to kill before I let her out of there.” Then she led me back to her bedroom.

I was curious as to the strange way her grown step=daughter was being disciplined. But I said nothing and asked no questions. After all, I figured it was none of my business.

For the next couple of hours we had the most amazing sex. She was like a woman possessed. I had absolutely no idea what had gotten into her.

When I finally got dressed, she told me she would shortly be setting her daughter free. She told me Dulcinea was used to those kinds of punishments. Then she saw me to the door and kissed me before letting me out.
—
It was several days later when I decided to pay Serafina an unannounced visit. I went over and found the front door locked. But she’d given me a key and had told me to help myself whenever I came over. So I let myself in.

I did not announce myself. I just looked around for her. But I couldn’t find her anywhere.

I finally went toward the back of the house. That’s when I heard Serafina’s voice. She was telling someone they were a fucking whore and that they were going to be severely punished. I also thought I heard bubbles and splashing.

I went back and carefully opened the bathroom door a crack. That’s when I saw Dulcinea bent naked over the edge of the bathtub. Her head was submerged, her fingers wriggling like crazy behind her back because her wrists had been bound together.

Her equally naked step-mother was pounding her hard from behind with a strap-on. Vicious thrusts seemed to cause Dulcinea to cry up bubbles. Then her mother pulled her head up by a handful of hair.

Dulcinea coughed and gasped as her mother told her she was a whore. She deserved everything she was getting. Then she was brutally submerged and fucked again, causing more bubbles to erupt up at the surface.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! So I carefully closed the door. Then I hastily left their home, wondering who the hell I’d gotten myself involved with.
—
A few days later, I was called over to Serafina’s house. She said it was urgent. So I rushed right over.

When I got there, I found everyone in the living room: Serafina, her step-daughter Dulcinea and my son Thomas. She told me she’d caught her daughter and my son fucking in Dulcinea’s bedroom. She said she’d explained to them how outraged she was. Besides, if we were to marry some day, they would be related as our step-kids.

Even though he was 20 years old and could do what he pleased, I sternly told Thomas to go right home. As soon as he was out the door, Serafina stood her daughter up in her disheveled skirt and yellow t-shirt. Then she cruelly tied her hands behind her back while I was standing there.

“Stick around,” she told me with a smirk. “I’m going to need a little relief after disciplining my daughter.” Then she escorted her back to what I assumed was the punishment room.

I sat down and poured myself a drink. I couldn’t help wondering what kind of punishment Dulcinea was going to receive this time. But I figured it didn’t really matter. Besides, it was probably best to nip this thing in the bud, especially since there was a slight chance of marriage in our future.

I sat there enjoying my drink. Then I thought I heard rasping coming from that back room. A moment later I heard Serafina declare, “You’ve got this coming, you little slut! So take your damn medicine!”

What kind of punishment was she giving out to her step-daughter this time? A part of me became curious. If she could tie up Dulcinea in a chair one minute and then fuck her with a strap-on the next, I figured almost anything was possible.

I went down the hall and tried the door to the punishment room. It was unlocked. So I gingerly opened it a crack, just to take a look inside.

Dulcinea was in her corner again. Only this time, she was dangling off the floor from a noose. Her legs were pedaling as she swung back and forth.

Her skirt was gone, leaving her ass totally exposed. And her t-shirt was pulled up, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were extremely pointed.

The rope went up to a pulley dangling from an eye-bolt up in the ceiling. Her mother was holding onto the other end. That’s when Dulcinea tipped her head back until she got a glimpse of me peeking at her through the door.

She gave me the strangest look. It was one I couldn’t quite decipher. Was it possible she was actually enjoying her time in the noose??

Her mother cried out, “Dance, you slutty bitch!” Then some sort of whip sang out, hitting Dulcinea’s ass. She let out a rasp as her legs kicked, sending her swinging back and forth.

Dulcinea kicked and wriggled. Then she shimmied as she humped the air. Was it possible she was cumming in the noose??

I decided I’d seen quite enough. Besides, I was starting to develop a shameful bulge. So I gently closed the door.

I waited out in the living room until Serafina came back some twenty minutes later. The words came out of my mouth before I could think twice about it…

“How’s Dulcinea?”

“You wanna see?” she asked with a glint in her eye.

She took me back to the room and opened the door. Her step-daughter was alive and well, all trussed up naked on the floor. It looked like she had objects up her pussy and ass.

“The slut likes to fuck,” Serafina explained. “So I’m letting her fuck. She’s even got a pecker-gag in her mouth to suck on. We’ll leave her in there for now. Besides, I need some relief.”

I definitely had an idea what that meant as she closed the door. So I followed her back to the bedroom. For the next couple of hours we had wild, uninhibited sex… which helped to explain the wild, uninhibited sex we’d had when her step-daughter was being disciplined the last time I’d been over.

Afterwards, she apologized for the actions of her daughter. I told her I appreciated her concerns. Then I got dressed and left.

When I got home, I asked Thomas what happened. He blurted out, “Dulcinea wanted it, dad! She said her mother wasn’t gonna be home for a while! She’s wild, I tell you; wild!”

“Just like her mother,” I sighed quietly.

“What was that, dad?”

“Nothing, son.”
—
A few days later, I got a text from Serafina asking me to come right over. She said she had that itch that needed to be scratched. I knew right away what she was referring to.

Was she disciplining her step-daughter again? Should I even risk going over? The sex was always great whenever Dulcinea was in the midst of receiving some sort of punishment. So I let my little head do all the thinking, and I drove over.

When I knocked on the front door, I was greeted not by Serafina, but by Dulcinea. She was in a one-piece netted body-stocking, with a big hole where her crotch was. She gleefully grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

I promptly became horny upon seeing her like that. I tried to recover the situation by telling her I was there to see her mother. She just gave me a mischievous grin as she replied, “I’m the one who sent that text message. I have my mother’s iPhone.”

I tried to disengage as she pulled me back to her bedroom. “Dulcinea, this is wrong. Where’s your mother? We could get in big trouble for this.”

“She won’t be here for hours,” she told me with a naughty giggle. “Besides, I’ve got something I think you’re gonna like.”

I saw it the moment I entered her bedroom. A very obvious noose dangled above her bed. I stared in shock as I blurted out, “What the hell?”

“Don’t you like it, Uncle Teddy? I’m sure you’ll like seeing me wearing one. After all, I saw you peeking through the door the other day when Serafina was hanging me.”

“Now honey, I don’t want to get involved in what happens between you and your mother.”

“My STEP-mother,” she corrected as she pulled the noose down. She looped it around her neck before pulling my cock out. “Gotta suck my executioner; isn’t that right, Uncle Teddy?”

I firmly told her, “Honey, I’m not going to execute you.” But I started to waver as she slobbered all over my cock like a pro.

She paused long enough to fetch a small loop of cord. She made me tie her wrists behind her back. Then she went back to sucking with the coil dangling around her neck.

She got me out of my clothes and up onto her bed, making sure the other end of the rope was in my hand. Then she climbed on and impaled herself on my erection. That’s when she begged me to pull on the rope.

She really rode me as I hesitated. She kept begging me… “C’mon, Uncle Teddy; DO IT!” So I pulled on the rope.

It tightened around her throat until I pulled her a bit up off my cock. Dulcinea went wild, rasping and gurgling as she fucked me like crazy. When she came all over my cock, I responded by shooting a load deep inside her.

…and then her step-mother burst through the door with a cry of “Why you fucking little whore!”

Dulcinea got pulled off my cock and clear off the bed. “You stay right there!” her step-mother hissed at me. Then she forcefully took Dulcinea out of the room.

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. Was she going to get a gun and shoot me? That certainly didn’t sound appealing.

I quietly got dressed and headed for the door. That’s when Serafina caught me. “Stop right there. I want you to see this!”

“See what?” I stammered.

“She’s in the punishment room. I want you to take a good look at her.”

“Uh… maybe I should be going…”

“C’mon, Teddy. She’s not going to bite you. And she’s sure as hell not going to fuck you this time, not the way I have her tied up. Come have a look” and she waved insistently.

I hesitantly followed her to the punishment room. Then she threw open the door. There was Dulcinea, sitting in that chair again. Only she was being strangled by a noose around her neck while she appeared to be sitting on a couple of objects shoved up her holes.

“She likes to fuck in a noose? So I’m letting her fuck in a noose!” Then she slammed the door.

Serafina took my hand and pulled me back to her daughter’s room. She hungrily got me out of my clothes. Then she grabbed her step-daughter’s noose.

“You like noosed sluts, Teddy? Is that what you like?”

“N-no, ma’am,” I stammered.

“Liar!” Then she looped the noose around her throat before taking my cock into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe it! She was acting just like her step-daughter! That’s when I found myself wondering who had actually trained whom!

I ended up on Dulcinea’s bed again. Once more, the end of the rope was in my hand. Only this time it was Serafina riding my dick as she urged me to pull the rope tighter.

I still wasn’t sure if I was going to end up being killed before the night was over. So I did as I was told. She furiously masturbated as I pulled on the rope until she came all over my cock, causing me to shoot a load up into her.

We were like that for a good hour or so before she exhausted me. I told her I’d had enough and got dressed. Besides, I was worried about her step-daughter.

I apologized for my actions toward Dulcinea. “It’s not your fault,” she reassured me. “She’s bad, I tell you; bad! You have nothing to worry about. But I do have to get her out of there, so I’ll say goodnight to you for now.”

I apologized again as she saw me to the door. Then I drove home. But I couldn’t help wondering if I should stop seeing such a crazy pair of bitches.
—
Things took another interesting turn when I came home one day and couldn’t find Thomas. There was no indication where he was or where he’d gone. That’s when my gut gave me the obvious answer.

I drove over to Serafina’s house, wondering if he might have gone back for seconds with Dulcinea. Hell, for all I knew he was going over there and fucking her every chance he got. If that were true, I decided I really couldn’t blame him.

Sure enough, his vehicle was parked outside when I got there. But I wasn’t mad. I figured I couldn’t be.

I was going to leave well enough alone when I did a double-take. It looked like both cars driven by Dulcinea and Serafina were also in the driveway. Was it possible the step-mother was disciplining her step-daughter in front of my son?

The door was unlocked, so I quietly slipped inside. Then I listened intently. That’s when I detected what sounded like sexual noises coming from Dulcinea’s bedroom.

The door was open a crack. So I peered inside. I was shocked by what I observed.

A naked Dulcinea was squatting on my equally naked son’s face. She was pulling on the end of a rope. What surprised me was that it was attached by a noose to Dulcinea’s step-mother. She was riding my son’s cock naked, her wrists tied behind her back. It was a damned orgy is what it was!!

I angrily burst into the room. “Uncle Teddy!” Dulcinea squealed with glee. “So glad you could join us!”

My son pushed her up off his face. When he saw me he blurted out, “Dad?? What are you doing here??” The whole room smelled of sex.

“I could ask you the same question!” Then I looked at Serafina who was still being strangled while riding my son’s dick as though totally oblivious to my presence.

I pulled the noose off from around her neck before pulling her off my son’s cock. She let out an “aww” of protest. I just dragged her sorry ass to the bathroom to clean her up.

I don’t know why. But I got that image of Serafina dunking her step-daughter in my head. So I plugged the tub’s drain before turning the water on.

“You ruined everything!” she protested. “Just what the hell is your damn problem?” In response, I pushed her face down under the spewing faucet.

She coughed and sputtered. I let her catch her breath. When she tried to protest, I pushed her face down under the faucet again.

As she bubbled and sputtered, I found myself becoming aroused. That’s when I remembered her fucking Dulcinea while bending her over the edge of the tub. I was angry, frustrated and horny. So I figured “Why not?”

I removed my clothes before getting behind her. “What are you doing?” she cried out in protest.

“Cleaning up the whore who was just fucking my son. And since you seem to like cock…” And with that, I pushed myself into her from behind before submerging her head in the filling tub.

She really bubbled as I started giving it to her good and hard. She clenched like crazy. Then I pulled her head up out of the water.

She came up gasping and sputtering. Then I pushed her head back down and fucked her some more. Bubbles started coming up until I pulled her head up again.

I turned the faucet off. Serafina gasped and sputtered. I just forcefully submerged her before fucking her hard again.

About that time, my son and Dulcinea came into the bathroom. They were both naked. “Uh, dad? What are you doing?”

“Just cleaning this whore up, son. She smells of sex.”

“Uh… what do I do about this one?”

I didn’t even think when I replied, “Clean her up too. There’s plenty of room to go around.”

Dulcinea blurted out, “Hey!” That’s when my son forced her to kneel. Then he pushed her head underwater before getting behind her and spearing her with his dick.

It was shameful as hell. But it was also incredibly erotic. There we were, father and son, giving a woman and her step-daughter the bubbly fucking they both deserved.

They both got dunked and fucked. Pretty soon, we developed a rhythm where their heads were submerged at the same time. I’m pretty sure that mother and daughter came at roughly the same time. Thomas and I filled them with our seed a few moments after that.

The bathroom got wet all over as we sort of washed them off while dunking them. Afterwards, we took them both to the punishment room. We tied them up and stuffed their holes with toys before leaving them in there on the floor for about an hour while we had a drink.

I finally sent Thomas home before I released them. I didn’t say a word to either one of them. I just left them panting naked in the punishment room as I got in my car and left.

I’d like to say that was the end of it. But Serafina called the next day. She apologized for their rude behavior and asked if they could make it up to us. I agreed, idiot that I was.

The next night, they fixed us a really nice dinner. But I think their plan all along was to seduce us. We all ended up fucking in Serafina’s bedroom on her large bed.

At first, it was Serafina and I, while Thomas fucked Dulcinea. Then the ladies switched on us. When I told them it wasn’t right, Dulcinea just laughed and told us to punish them.

Realizing things had already gotten way out of hand, I took Dulcinea to the punishment room. I noosed her up before giving her a flying fuck. She climaxed like a whore.

I left her in the room to recover while checking up on Thomas. He was ready to switch. So he went to punish Dulcinea while I made Serafina ride my cock on the bed with a noose around her throat.

Life was like that for about a month. We would go over maybe once a week or so to fuck them. But I began to notice other vehicles parked in Serafina’s driveway whenever I would drive by. I didn’t dare go inside, afraid of what I might find.

One day, Thomas and I went over to have another one of those orgies we were enjoying with them. But when we got there, the house was empty and vacant. Serafina, Dulcinea and all the furnishings were gone.

I tried to make a call, but I discovered my number had been blocked. So was Thomas’. It meant they were out of our lives for good. I told Thomas it was for the best because it was highly probable a deadly accident was going to occur during one of our crazy nights.

He asked if I thought something bad might have happened to them by someone else, and that they’d come over to clear everything away. I told him it was possible, as both he and I had noticed other cars in the drive way. We should have known a couple of whores like that would not be capable of being monogamous.

I guess it was a good thing we didn’t marry them then…

2/17/25 Inspired by the Dofline image.

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Temple dive – the sacrifice 4 (25)

Posted on September 29, 2025 by riwa

Thelamon directed the boat out into the harbor with a heavy heart. This was not to be a pleasure trip. Their owner back on shore had given explicit instructions that were going to prove painful to carry out. These instructions revolved around a female passenger named Lagneia.

So far, she had proved useless when it came to working on the ocean floor. She simply could not stay down on the bottom for any length of time. And she was much too inhibited when it came to enjoying the sexual pleasures of the deep.

Thelamon’s companion Eratos remained silent, also aware of their instructions. This was not an assignment he was looking forward to either. But Owner was adamant. Either sacrifice her to Poseidon, or be prepared to sacrifice themselves in her place.

Lagneia was naked, as were her captors. Her arms were tightly secured behind her back. She knew based on their owner’s anger with her that they were probably taking her out somewhere to dispose of.

She had done the best she knew how. But she simply had not mastered the art of holding her breath for any sufficient length of time. Thus, she was little more than a sex toy for Owner. And he already had plenty of those.

She stiffened as Thelamon began looking down into the water. He soon dropped the little sail and secured the boat. Lagneia thought it odd they were not that far out from shore. In fact, they were just barely out of sight of land.

Thelamon and Eratos quietly made ready. Lagneia looked over the side and down into the water. Wait; was that the temple of Poseidon below them?

She looked up at them with eyes open wide in alarm. They turned and whispered something to each other. Then they nodded.

Eratos brought over the skandalopetra, a heavy rock with a rope attached. “We must practice you on deep dives and long times in the water,” he explained. But the look in his eyes indicated he was not telling the whole truth.

This was confirmed when he did not untie her arms from behind her back. Instead, he wrapped the rope around her waist that was attached to the skandalopetra. It was certainly an odd way to go diving.

She noticed Thelamon focusing intently on something inside the boat. It was as though he did not wish to observe the proceedings. The whole thing filled her with a sense of unease… and impending dread.

She looked down into the water again. Then she nervously asked Eratos, “We are diving at the temple of Poseidon?”

“We are,” he confirmed. “This is to be your final trial.”

“And Thelamon will be pulling me back up?”

“He will,” Eratos replied with a nod. But the look of dismay in his features indicated otherwise.

Thelamon winced with his back to them. He did not want to tell her she was being sacrificed to Poseidon as per instructions from Owner. He did not have the heart to speak it aloud. Thus, he was glad his part of the trip was simply to see to the boat and to pull the skandalopetra back up with Eratos upon it.

“Will you come down and judge my efforts?” she asked carefully, dreading the answer… not that she was going to be able to hold her breath that long anyway.

“Of course,” Eratos replied, trying to sound cheerful. “You must be able to remain on the bottom for as long as myself or Thelamon here” and he motioned at his companion.

Thelamon turned at the mention of his name. He nodded his head in agreement. But there was a haunted look in his eyes that betrayed his true feelings.

Lagneia could not remain silent about her predicament any longer. “What about my arms? And why am I tied to the rope to the skandalopetra?”

“Instructions from Owner,” Thelamon tried to explain. “You keep coming up too soon. Thus, you must be forced to remain on the bottom.”

Lagneia gulped anxiously. “Remain on the bottom?” she repeated. She did not voice the part she was thinking… ‘You mean, to drown as a sacrifice to Poseidon?’

Eratos helped her sit upon the edge of the small boat. Then he gathered up the skandalopetra. That’s when he prepared to drop the heavy rock overboard.

Lagneia began taking long, deep breaths, even as her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to cry out, to put up a protest. She could tell these two were not happy with the task they had been given. But she knew it would not do for her to make things more difficult for them than they already were.

“Are you ready?” Eratos asked. Thelamon was back to studying something on the boat so he would not have to watch.

Lagneia thought about it for a long moment. There was no point putting this off any longer. Clearly, this was to be her fate, as she doubted she would be able to hold her breath any better here then she had in much shallow water.

“I am,” she finally exhaled. Then she went silent. She wanted to say goodbye to Thelamon. But she could not force the word out of her mouth.

Eratos dropped the weight over the side. Lagneia inhaled sharply. A moment later, the rock pulled her off the side of the boat. She disappeared into the water with a quiet splash.

“Pull me up when I give the tug,” Eratos told his companion. Then he dove head first into the water. That’s when Thelamon turned and looked down over the side before quietly murmuring, “Goodbye, Lagneia. I wish things would not have ended this way.”

With one hand, Eratos grabbed onto the rope unraveling down. It pulled him downward toward the ocean floor. He noticed Lagneia being dragged down feet first, a good five meters ahead of him.

How long would it take? He did not know. For her sake, he hoped it would be fairly quick.

He would do what he had to do. He would pull the slipknot that would release Lagneia from the rope to the skandalopetra. Thus, she would stay on the bottom with Poseidon as Thelamon pulled him back up while he stood upon the rock.

Lagneia felt her heart beating fast. Instinctively, she sensed this would be her last dive. But she could not fault Eratos or Thelamon. They were only following the instructions of Owner.

She bottom out, tethered to the rock by rope around her waist. Her feet ended up less than a meter from the ocean floor. A puff of silty soil rose up in response to the skandalopetra hitting the bottom.

To her surprise, she was facing the entrance to the underwater temple. She actually thought she could see the statue of Poseidon inside. Was the great god of the sea looking out on her, preparing to accept her sacrifice to him as she drowned?

Eratos soon arrived. He looked into the opening to the temple before looking back at her. Then he gave her a sad little smile. It immediately confirmed her suspicions.

So this was to be her end, eh? Lagneia no longer felt afraid. Instead, she felt a strange calmness… along with a growing arousal at her impending demise.

She did not struggle as she released a couple of bubbles out of her nose. She was now too busy staring at the erection that had developed upon Eratos. Was he excited at the prospect of watching her drown?

Her lady parts started tingling like crazy. During their short time together, she had never experienced sex with Thelamon or Eratos. Now she never would, and she was filled with sadness.

As for her lady parts? Strangely, they were tingling more intensely than ever. Lagneia found herself wanting to experience some sort of sexual release at least once before water flooded her lungs.

An idea came to her. She bubbled as she tried to work the rope to the rock below between her legs. Then she tried to ride it a little. The results were less than satisfactory.

She noticed how hard Eratos’ cock had become. It occurred to her she wanted a taste of it at least once. She was running out of breath, so she did not have much time to find out.

Lagneia tried to turn sideways enough to motion with her hand for him to draw closer. Eratos saw her motion. But he could not for the life of him fathom what she wanted.

Surely she understood her part in all this, now that the end was near. Did she want him to free her before she drowned? He was under no instructions to permit that. His orders were to wait until her lungs started flooding before pulling the slipknot to her attachment to the rope to the skandalopetra.

He moved closer, hesitant to observe her drowning too intimately. She just kept urging him closer. What could she possibly want from him??

He got close enough for her to twist, reach out and grab his erection. She bubbled from an increasing strain in her lungs as she stroked it the best she could, surprising him greatly. Then she made a show of opening and closing her mouth before mimicking the act of sucking.

Eratos became puzzled. Was she drowning? No, that was not it. It was more like… what was this? Did she actually want to suck him?

Curious, he stuck his cock between her lips. She immediately latched on and hungrily started sucking, even as her chest started to heave. More bubbles seeped out around the dick in her mouth.

Lagneia grunted and gobbled, finally getting to taste Eratos’ meat. She could not believe how much she enjoyed it in her mouth! Now, she actually wanted to feel it thrusting into her before she drowned. But it was much too late for that.

Eratos reached up and grabbed onto the rope to the skandalopetra to steady himself. A moment later, he felt them being pulled upward. That’s when he realized he must have given it an accidental tug.

They were partway up when he remembered his assignment. He had gotten so caught up in the moment that he had forgotten to pull the slipknot to leave Lagneia behind. But she was still sucking… and he did not want her to stop.

They rose up, the two of them releasing bubbles along the way. Lagneia felt a surge of hope swell within her, even as her lungs burned from a terrible ache of emptiness. She did not know if this was only a temporary reprieve. But she was determined to make the most of it. So she kept sucking and grunting.

Up on the boat, Thelamon pulled on the rope until he saw the form of Eratos approaching. To his shock, it looked like Lagneia was still attached to the rope. What had gone wrong?

Eratos came up and grabbed the side of the boat. Thelamon pulled until Lagneia came up gasping like crazy after coming off the cock in her mouth. Both divers panted loudly for breath.

Thelamon frowned as he looked down at Eratos, waiting impatiently for an explanation. His companion panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

For the moment, Eratos didn’t know how to respond. He finally gasped, “We, uh… we need… another trial dive.”

How ironic. That statement of fact was more than a little obvious, being as how their task had not yet been accomplished. She was not supposed to have surfaced with him!

“Yes!” Lagneia panted loudly. She knew she had to take advantage of the situation while there was still time.

“Another… dive!” she tried to explain through gasps for breath. “I must… have Eratos… inside me! It is… for Poseidon!” Maybe invoking the god of the sea would grant her permission to avail herself of this unexpected opportunity.

They both looked at her in surprise. Lagneia just nodded as she panted, “Another dive… this time with a… cock inside me!”

Would they allow it? Would Poseidon arrange for it to happen? After all, this might be her last and only chance to feel either one of them inside her.

Thelamon paused for a long moment. There was nothing in their instructions that indicated she had to be denied this final pleasure. So he nodded his head in agreement as he held onto the rope she was still attached to.

Eratos had to admit to himself that he liked the idea. This would be his first time having sex with her in the depths. But he did not wish to force himself upon her.

“Are you sure?” he carefully asked her. Lagneia nodded as she got her breath back.

By now, he was more than a little aroused. Shamefully, Eratos wanted to take advantage of this change in the situation. Besides, if Lagneia was willing, why deny her – and him – of this one last intimate moment?

He excitedly adjusted his position, holding onto the rope to the skandalopetra until he felt his cock slip inside her. She was nice and tight… wonderfully tight. It was disappointing how they’d never shared an erotic encounter like this until what had now come to be the very end of their time together.

She inhaled sharply, thrilled at how wonderful he felt inside her. Perhaps now she would experience a sexual release before she drowned. Lagneia was appreciative to the point where she experienced less despair than she’d felt during her first trip down.

They both inhaled deeply. Then Thelamon let go of the rope. That’s when the skandalopetra immediately pulled them down toward the depths.

Bubbles trickled out of their noses as Lagneia wasted no time wrapping her legs around Eratos. Then she frantically rode him the rest of the way down. She had no idea how much time she had left, much less how long she’d be able to hold her breath. So she had to make the most of the time she had.

There was no point feeling sorry for herself. For some reason, Poseidon had given her an extra dive to enjoy sex with Eratos. Wisdom told her she needed to make the most of it.

The rock hit the bottom again, kicking up a small cloud of dirt all around them. Lagneia paid it no mind. She was riding Eratos’ cock as though her life depended on it. After all, she had no idea how long it would be until she started swallowing water.

Eratos was shocked at this change in Lagneia. But he was not about to allow a situation like this to go without a response. He eagerly thrust into her, momentarily forgetting their assignment to leave her on the bottom as a sacrifice to Poseidon.

He pushed her back a little so he could reach out and grope her breasts. She moaned as she released bubbles out of her nose. Where had this enthusiasm on her part been during their short time together? Now it was sadly about to come to an end.

He pulled out of her, causing her to groan with disappointment. Then he pushed his dick into her mouth. She hungrily gobbled it down, losing more bubbles out of her nose.

Lagneia felt an arousal unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Was it because she was bound and helpless, dependent upon Eratos and Thelamon? Was it because she was destined to drown? Or was it because she was now feeling his cock inside her… and she was liking it?

Lagneia purposed in her heart to give Eratos as much pleasure as possible before her lungs gave out. So she called on Poseidon to somehow extend her time on the bottom. She also called on him to allow her lungs to flood with a cock inside her. She hoped it would result in the biggest orgasm of her about-to-be-shortened life.

Eratos pulled out of her mouth. She bubbled again in disappointment as he moved around behind her. Then he pushed up into her slit again from behind before reaching around to grope and fondle her breasts.

Lagneia groaned and bubbled from the pleasure of it all. Then she glanced into the temple. Maybe she was seeing things, but it sure looked as though Poseidon was lustfully watching them.

Eratos thrust harder and harder into her, letting out his frustration over this assignment. Now he was taking it out on their victim. But Lagneia was not struggling or putting up a protest. Instead, she was acting as though she was enjoying it!

She glubbed and bubbled as he thrust vigorously into her. He could feel it swelling within him as she wrapped her legs around him behind her, trying to hold on and fuck him. Then he grabbed the rope for support, accidentally pulling on it again.

He felt a tug before the rope started to pull them up. It caught him off-guard, reminding him of the task he was required to perform. But he was too absorbed with his pleasure to pull the slipknot and leave Lagneia behind.

As for Lagneia? Her lungs were on fire all the way up. But it felt strangely thrilling. She decided it was not such a bad ending to her life to drown with Eratos’ cock inside her.

Eratos emptied himself into her halfway up. She groaned and bubbled as she wriggled around on his cock. He held onto her by groping her breasts as the rope pulled them upward.

Thelamon saw bubbles bursting up at the surface. He was sure the deed had been down. But when he looked down, he thought he saw two bodies coming up.

He kept pulling until both heads came up together. They immediately gasped before panting loudly for breath. Eratos grabbed onto the boat to hang on, putting less tension on the rope Thelamon was holding onto.

“What happened down there?” he finally demanded, glaring at Eratos. Now he was starting to get angry. This was not going the way Owner had wanted it to go.

“The fault is mine,” Eratos told him as he panted heavily. “Lagneia wanted a last fuck.”

“You were supposed to leave her down there as a sacrifice to Poseidon!”

Lagneia looked up at him in anguish. Thelamon saw her expression and immediately winced as he regretted his words. He softened considerably as he gently told her, “I’m sorry. But it’s what Owner, uh… I’m… sorry.”

“I am… not offended,” she panted. “And I understand. I just wanted… one last… fuck is all.”

Thelamon turned his head away in sorrow. “I’m sorry. It’s just that… Owner wants us to… to…”

“I know,” she admitted as she panted to get her breath back. “But perhaps… one last… dive?” Lagneia couldn’t help wondering if she was pushing her luck. Would they be willing to grant her one last request?

Thelamon looked at her questioningly as he held onto the rope. He could not fathom what she wanted.

“This time I want… you both inside me. If I must… be sacrificed… then I want…” She let it trail off, afraid her request would not be granted.

Eratos could not believe it. But he immediately smiled up at his companion as he told him, “It is her last wish, Thelamon. So come down with us. We owe it to her.”

“I do not know if I can,” he confessed.

But he was already starting to think about sticking his cock in her down on the ocean floor. What’s more, it was now beginning to stiffen at the thought.

Lagneia saw it and gave him a seductive smile. “Perhaps you both will enjoy fucking a sacrifice to Poseidon?” Thelamon blinked in disbelief at her words.

Lagneia realized she was no longer afraid. At least she was receiving pleasure during her last moments of life. What more could she ask for?

Thelamon looked down at them both. Now he was truly sporting an erection. “You are brave, Lagneia. I will come down with you.”

She gratefully nodded as she began taking long, deep breaths. The guys breathed deeply right along with her. “I am ready,” she finally declared, right before she inhaled sharply.

The guys inhaled deeply. Then Thelamon let go of the rope. Eratos grabbed the rope and was pulled downward with Lagneia in a flurry of bubbles.

Thelamon shook his head at the strange course of events. Was this all Poseidon’s doing? A moment later, he dove in and grabbed the rope as the weight of the rock pulled them all downward.

It took very little time before the rock bottomed out, once more kicking up a puff of soil and sand. They were close to the temple and could see the statue inside. Lagneia immediately prepared herself for a long, last fuck and breath-hold.

The guys groped her all over. Then Thelamon hesitantly thrust his dick between her lips. She greedily sucked him down, grunting and groaning.

Eratos parted her legs and licked her slit. She was already lubricated from her extreme arousal. She wriggled erotically as she humped against his face.

This time, Thelamon pulled the slipknot to the rope, freeing Lagneia from the skandalopetra. Then he pulled her down and impaled her upon his erection. She bubbled and groaned as he went all the way inside.

Eratos quickly got behind her. Then he pushed his way deep into her anal passage. It gave way, allowing him to slide right in.

Lagneia stiffened and shuddered. Then she climaxed right then and there. She had no idea it would feel this good. Now she could drown before Poseidon.

They gave her the double-fucking of her life. But Lagneia embraced it fully. If she were destined to drown, she was thankful to Poseidon she would be allowed to do it in the midst of a pleasure sandwich.

She was groped and fondled as they thrust in and out of her. The guys were rougher than they might normally have been. The assignment had filled them with added stress, and they could not help taking it out on her.

Lagneia reveled in being their bound underwater whore. Besides, it was happening in full view of Poseidon’s temple. If she were to drown now, she could think of no better location than to have the statue looking out on them.

Both cocks thrust in rhythm until she climaxed again. Then they thrust in opposing rhythms. It was so incredibly erotic that she climaxed a third time as she struggled to hold her breath.

Her last orgasm came when they both pumped cum into her holes. That’s when the guys pulled out of her. Lagneia felt the strain in her lungs and realized she needed to reach the surface right away.

Instinctively, she started kicking upwards. But her arms were still secured behind her back. She realized she would have to do it all with her legs.

Thelamon was about to pull down on an ankle to keep her down when Eratos stopped him. He shook his head no. Then he motioned they should follow her up to the surface.

They started up, careful to stay below her. Both males were also feeling the need to breathe in their lungs. But Eratos kept indicating they should leave her alone and see what happened.

Lagneia kicked hard as she released the last of her breath. Now her lungs were really on fire. She wondered why she was trying so hard to reach the surface when she was supposed to stay down and drown as a sacrifice to Poseidon.

She was really hurting. It felt like she wasn’t going to make it. If only her arms would have been free.

Lagneia kicked harder, determined to reach the surface or drown in the attempt. She felt a hitch in her chest, and she almost gulped. Then she burst up, taking a long, tortured breath.

Eratos and Thelamon popped up on either side of her, both panting heavily. There was a long silence as three sets of chests heaved. Thelamon was the first to speak.

“Eratos, what do… we do now? You know what… Owner instructed… us to do!”

“I know, Thelamon,” he panted. “But what else… can we do? She has passed… three different trials. Or perhaps Poseidon has… not accepted… her sacrifice. Either way, we surely… cannot leave her here now… or it will go badly for us.”

“Well, we certainly cannot take her back,” Thelamon retorted. “Owner will not be pleased.”

“Not be pleased? Not be pleased at how long she stayed down with us? Not be pleased that she can give such pleasure at the bottom of the ocean? You know as well as I; you saw her yourself!”

Lagneia winced at their dilemma. She wanted to be appreciative of their incredible gift of sex to her. “I will go back down,” she meekly told them. “I would not wish either of you to get in trouble on my account.”

“No,” Eratos said firmly. “Poseidon has decided. There will be no sacrifice today. We will take Lagneia back and see what Owner says to these new developments. Come, Thelamon. Help me get her back onto the boat.”

They released her from her bonds. Then they helped her back onto the boat. Lagneia could only offer an inward ‘thank you’ to Poseidon or to whatever god had decided to spare her this day.

7/24/24 Inspired by an Oeff idea, with characters created by Oeff.

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 2.6 (7)

Posted on September 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming October rewards

Santamos groundhog day

A return to Aqua World

More Santamos Island boat rides

Miyako and Yumi

Heads will roll

URL-spa treatment

The family that hangs together

Birth of a serial drowner

The she-spies last case 3

Scooter trouble

Operation Barracuda

Penny hears a story

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

I fully expected to be gone today, and so did many others. But God was merciful. The bible says his mercies endure forever. He did not bring chaos upon the whole world by taking millions of people home to be with Jesus. Instead, Jesus delayed his coming. For now, He has spared us from his mighty judgment.

Families are still intact. Little children are still with their parents. The economy has not crashed, and there has not been devastating destruction upon the planet… at least not yet. Some people are disappointed, and to be honest, so am I. But then God reminded me how much He loves all of us and that He wants every last one of us to “get on that ark”, so to speak. There is still time for many to get saved. So I had to repent, and I went around last night thanking God that He has given us a little more time.

It’s ok if you laugh and mock me. I’d rather warn you and be mocked than not have warned you at all and simply allowed you to be caught up in the ensuing chaos unawares. That would make me a cruel and inconsiderate human being, and I can’t do that to you. You have blessed me so much over the years by reading my stories when you didn’t have to. So let’s take this as a thankful reprieve, and a chance to warn all our friends and neighbors before time runs out.

So now I get to look forward to having cataract surgery on my eyes in a couple weeks. As I sit here at my desk, I see three pairs of glasses lying around as a fourth pair sits upon my face. I change pairs often: when I go outside and when I get up in the morning. When the print is small like this is, I find myself looking for the pair that best magnifies the words. My right eye has rebelled, so my right lens on each new pair of glasses gets thicker and thicker. I keep using my finger to push them back up onto my nose because of the growing weight. It’s all kind of ridiculous, so it will be nice to get my eyes working better. But I’ll have a week or so of taking it easy and allowing them to heal after surgery in October.

Anyway, it’s time for me to get back to work. I hope you enjoy the stories I’ve come up with for you this next month. My role here is to keep writing for you to give you a distraction in the midst of all the crazy things that are happening in this world. And we certainly saw some heart-rending things this last month, didn’t we? I’m just concerned we’re going to keep seeing much, much worse until Jesus calls us home off our temporary dwelling upon this sinful rock.

Please take very good care of yourselves and your families, and I’ll get back to writing. And I’ll keep organizing mom’s pills and going out to eat with her like we did yesterday until that chaotic day finally comes upon this planet. And as always, thank you so very much for being my patrons. I’m humbled, and I can’t believe how blessed I am to have all of you as a part of my Patreon family.

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Club website delight 4.7 (39)

Posted on September 22, 2025 by riwa

The other night I was surfing the Internet naked when I got a notification on my computer. It was from the Snuff Club website. It indicated someone was using a sex-snuff room.

I was bored and horny, and I wanted a release. So I logged in and pulled up the appropriate room, hoping for some sort of action. To my surprise and delight, I recognized the male client. It was Mr. Wayne.

I’ve seen just about all of his club videos. Whenever he sets foot inside the Club, he often has a chick on his arm. Sometimes he casually snuffs them.

He’s a favorite of Mistress Chastity. She likes it when he comes in with a woman. That means there’s a chance she’s going to get a roaster before the night is over.

Whenever he executes a woman he brings in, it sometimes happens up on the Entertainment stage. But most of the time, it occurs in one of their sex-snuff rooms. I think he likes a little privacy when he snuffs them.

He has this reputation of being a dangerous man. And it’s no wonder, the way he often snuffs a chick who’s foolish enough to come inside with him. Yet the stupid bitches keep seeking him out! It doesn’t make any sense!

Anyway, the sound was turned on. So I heard their conversation in the sex-snuff room. The girl he’d brought in thanked him for picking her out of the line outside the Club. But that’s not unusual, as they always seem to have a line outside.

Apparently he must have showed her all around the Club. Now they were in one of the Club’s infamous sex-snuff rooms. I wondered if she even had a clue just how much danger she might be in.

She looked all around as if in awe of the place. She walked over to the guillotine and touched it. Then she went over and caressed the electric chair.

She finally reached up and hesitantly touched the dangling noose. She told Mr. Wayne it gave her the erotic shivers something fierce. Then she asked him if he’d ever really snuffed anyone before.

He told her that what he’d said to her while she was out in line was true. Then he asked her if she was sure she wanted to be in here with him. He warned her he’d used that very room to hang, behead, and electrocute several different women. In fact, the Club kind of unofficially considered it to be his room, so to speak.

She looked at him as though she didn’t know how to react. I think she was more turned on by him at that moment than she probably should have been. I found myself becoming aroused at all the delicious possibilities of what might happen to her in that room.

She told him she wasn’t sure she believed him. He told her he’d hung a girl in that very room about four weeks ago. I saw the replay, so I knew he wasn’t lying to her.

At first, she seemed shocked. She walked over and touched the noose. “What about me?” she said uncertainly. “Would you like to hang me?”

“Perhaps,” he told her with an ominous smile.

I figured that should have been her cue to run like hell. But she draped herself all over him as though she wanted to fuck him right then and there. Then she asked, “What, precisely, did you do to her?”

He replied, “First, I made her get down on her knees and suck my dick.”

“You mean like this?” she gasped breathlessly as she dropped to her knees. She opened his fly and pulled out his cock. Then she sucked it like a woman possessed.

Instinctively, I got out my vibrating toy and started working myself with it. All the while, I kept murmuring what a dumb slut she was. If she wasn’t careful, she was gonna get herself strung up. And I planned on watching every single minute of it!

“Like this?” she asked again before she gobbled him back down.

“Like this,” he said as he grabbed a handful of hair and fucked her face hard.

I expected her to complain or something. I figured she was going to tell him not to treat her so roughly. But she just gagged and grunted excitedly, acting as though she loved it.

He suddenly backed off. She looked up at him before coming off his cock and asking, “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he replied as he grabbed her head and fucked her face hard. “Actually, you’re doing it just about right. Now get your clothes off while you’re sucking!”

The slut did it willingly. She had to undress while he gagged her throat with his dick. But she finally got herself naked. I was horny as hell as I watched them.

“Now mine,” he told her as he rammed his cock hard down her throat.

She gagged as she fumbled her way through getting him undressed. He finally pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. “Then what did you do to her?” she panted after they were both naked.

“I threw her over the end of the bed and fucked the shit out of her because I wanted to. Like this.”

She let out a squeal as her tossed her over the end of the bed. He got behind her on his knees and speared her with his dick. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I assumed it was her cunt.

He had a handful of hair so he could jerk on her head as he pounded her hard. She cried out into the air, begging him to fuck her like he did that other woman. That’s when he drove her face down into the bed.

She grunted like crazy until I thought I heard a muffled scream. I was furiously fucking myself with my toy while watching the whole thing. It was incredibly erotic.

He finally eased up and let her breathe. She gasped loudly for breath before looking back over her shoulder and panting, “Fuck; I just came! Were you… were you just as rough with that woman you strung up?”

“Rougher,” he told her as he gently thrust in and out, apparently not having cum yet. “She wanted cum leaking out of both her holes when I noosed her up.”

“And then you hanged her right after you fucked her?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Gawd,” she panted. “I think I… I think I want you to treat me the same way you treated her.”

“Are you sure? I hadn’t really planned on anything more in here than a nice, hard fuck. Besides, I was pretty rough on her, even going so far as to calling her names.”

“What kind of names, Mr. Wayne?” The crazy bitch sounded like she wanted the same damn treatment!

“I called her a slut and a whore. I told her she turned me on and that she deserved to hang with my cum leaking out of her holes. I kind of got into it that night with her. But I’m not always like that with the chicks I bring in here.”

“Do you like doing that to the girls you bring in here?”

“I must admit: it does turn me on.”

“Would you… would you treat me like that? I mean like… would you string me up? I mean, just so I could experience what it feels like? Would you get rough with me?”

“Slut!” he roared as he suddenly forced her head back down onto the bed. “I’m gonna hang your fuckin’ ass! How do you like that?” Then he really pounded her hard from behind.

Her scream was muffled into the bed. I’m sure the whore had climaxed again. A moment later, he roared out his release. Hell, I was getting ready to cum myself!

He slowed down and fucked her nice and gentle, allowing her to breathe. She panted loudly in an effort to catch her breath. Then she gasped, “Now my ass?”

“You really want to feel the noose around your throat with cum leaking out of your ass?”

“Could I? I mean… would you be willing?”

“Let me think,” he mused thoughtfully. “Oh, I know.”

He rose up and went over to a drawer. He retrieved a length of rope and brought it back over to her. Then he tied her arms behind her back.

She was good and tight when he forced her to her knees. “Now let’s see how well you can suck with your hands tied behind your back, slut.” Then he grabbed her head and thrust his cock hard between her lips.

She gagged and groaned. “Oh, fuck!” he gasped. “You really turn me on. Whores like you were born for the noose. That’s why you all give such great head. Hell, I think you’re doing better than that last bitch I hanged in here.”

She moaned as though it was the greatest compliment in the world. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to get herself hanged if she wasn’t careful. But maybe that’s why she’d come in with him in the first place.

He pulled out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp for breath. Then she panted, “Am I really doing better than… that last bitch you brought in here?”

“So far you are,” he told her. “Wanna stop now?”

“Gawd; no!” she gasped. “I want to experience it all. I want to prove I’m a better lay than that last bitch you had in here.”

“Let me see,” he replied thoughtfully.

He pulled her to her feet. Then he sat on the edge of the bed. That’s when he pulled her down into his lap.

She let out a cry. Then she let out a groan. “That ass is nice and tight,” he sighed after he’d impaled her.

“Oh, fuck, Mr. Wayne! You feel so good inside my ass. I can’t believe we’re really doing this!”

“Just look at that noose, bitch. Soon, you’re gonna feel the rope around your slutty neck.”

“Oh gawd, Mr. Wayne! Are you really gonna hang me? What’s it gonna feel like?”

He reached around with one hand and started mauling her tits. He brought his other hand around to her neck. Then he choked her as he hissed, “Just like that… only it gets even harder to get a breath of air down your throat with a noose strangling the life out of you.”

He bounced her up and down on his dick as he went on… “Just look at that noose, bitch. Hear it calling to you? Soon, you’re going to be dangling from it’s coil as I enjoy your cunt again.”

He squeezed her neck until she rasped for breath. He let go the moment she climaxed. I had my first orgasm a half-second behind her.

“I can’t believe I just came!” she gasped. “Gawd, Mr. Wayne. Am I… am I doing better than that last bitch you brought in here?”

He choked her again until she rasped for breath once more. Then he let go as he bounced her up and down with his dick up her ass. He kept groping her boobs as he murmured,” Nice tits. These are definitely gonna bounce really nice when I hang you… better than that last bitch I had in here.”

“Oh, Mr. Wayne – AWK!”

He squeezed her neck hard until she climaxed again. He really bounced her on his dick until he cried out his release. That’s when I had my second orgasm, right after they had theirs.

He finally lifted her up off his dick. I thought I saw cum leaking out of both openings. “Cum in both holes…” he told her with an ominous look. “…just like that last girl I fucked in here.”

“And now the noose?” she panted excitedly. “I get to try the noose; right?”

He rose up and walked her over to the dangling coil. He made her stand there naked, wrists tightly secured behind her back, as he went and retrieved a stool. Then he put it beneath the noose before he helped her step up onto it.

He grabbed onto the noose. But then he paused. “You sure?” he asked hesitantly.

“You really noosed her up?” she wanted to know.

“Noosed her right up before giving her a flying fuck. She came really hard as she hanged impaled on my dick.”

“Can I… can I try it?”

In response, he carefully looped the noose around her neck and secured it. Then he made sure most of the slack was taken out of the rope. By then, I was panting heavily, furiously using my toy as I breathed, “She wants it, Mr. Wayne! Hang the stupid bitch! She fuckin’ wants it!”

He stood there stroking himself as he admired her standing there in the noose. Her eyes were wide at the view of his erection. I still don’t think she was giving any consideration to the danger she was in.

He put a foot on her stool as though to push it out from underneath her. Then he paused and pulled his foot away. I almost groaned with disappointment.

What surprised me was the look on that stupid bitch’s face. She acted as though she didn’t want him to stop!

“Mr. Wayne?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not stopping, are you?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I was hoping to experience what a flying fuck feels like.”

I felt a sudden surge of excitement. Was this bitch insane?? I was wet as hell, hoping to watch him hang the stupid bitch!

He put his foot back on the stool. Then he forcefully pushed it out from underneath her. She dropped a little, her boobs bouncing exactly the way he’d said they would.

I watched her eyes fly open in surprise at the sudden stop to her fall. Then she started stretching her toes downward. But she couldn’t seem to find the floor.

She kicked a little before trying again. But the floor was still too far away. The look on her face was priceless as she began kicking a little more.

She rasped as she struggled, as though she was trying to speak. But she couldn’t get any words out. Mr. Wayne just stood there jerking off as he watched her.

My jaw was open, and I was furiously masturbating. I couldn’t believe it! Gawd; she was really hanging!

“That’s right,” he said as though reminding himself of something. “You wanted a flying fuck, didn’t you.” Then he stepped forward.

She frantically tried to wrap her legs around him. But she didn’t act like she really wanted that flying-fuck. Instead, she acted as though she desperately wanted to ease the strain from around her neck.

I saw his erection effortlessly slide up into her cunt. Then she got her legs firmly around him. It looked like she was trying to climb him!

I used a different camera angle to zero in on her face. Her mouth gaped open from her attempts to breathe. Then her tongue started to protrude as she humped and suffered.

“You’re really clenching,” he gasped excitedly. “Whores like you always clench like crazy when they’re being strangled by a noose.”

She kept trying to lift herself up his body with her legs. But she wasn’t succeeding very well. Her efforts certainly made it look like she was trying to fuck him though.

He stepped back from her until her legs lost him. He stroked a little as he watched her kick, swing and suffer. Then he stepped forward again.

Was he going to let her down? I almost screamed at my monitor for him not to. Then he grabbed her legs and guided his erection back inside her.

She wrapped her legs around him again, once more trying to ease the agony from around her throat. I was pretty sure she wanted down. But there was nothing in his features that indicated he was going to release her.

“You’ve got cum in your ass now,” he told her. “That should make it easy for me to slide right in and give you a flying fuck up the ass.” Then he pulled out of her.

She panicked as she swung back and forth, her legs searching for his body. Then he stepped up behind her. I saw her expression change as he entered her from behind.

He reached around her, groping her boobs while fingering her dripping cunt. I let out a cry as I climaxed again. Gawd; this was incredible!!

A moment later, I received another delightful surprise. The door to the room opened, and Mistress Chastity walked in. She was dressed differently from the way I was used to seeing her.

She was in high heels that significantly elevated her height. She also had a strap-on attached to her naked crotch. Hell, it was as though she’d been planning for this moment!

She stepped right up to the suffering bitch. Then she slowly penetrated her pussy. It put the stupid bitch in a flying-fuck sandwich between Mistress Chastity and Mr. Wayne.

The poor thing tried to wrap her legs around the Club’s co-owner. But a half-minute later, she appeared to lose her strength. Her legs fell and hung limp as she went into dying spasms from a lethal asphyxiation.

“Oh, my dear boy!” Mistress breathed rapturously as they fucked her together. “You picked out a good one. She’s going to make such a lovely roaster. I can’t believe she agreed to trying the noose, much less wanting a flying fuck.”

She caressed the dying woman’s face as she purred, “Oh, honey; you’re wonderful! How nice of you to volunteer for Mr. Wayne and for our club.” Then she asked, “What do you think, my dear boy?”

“I think I’m going to cum up her clenching ass one more time, Mistress.”

“Do it, my dear boy… with my compliments.”

Her tongue protruded until drool spilled off onto her boobs. It looked like she was almost gone. Then Mr. Wayne let out a cry of release as Mistress pumped her hard.

They caressed her all over with their hands as they gently fucked her. Then they stepped back to admire their handiwork. The doomed bitch gently swung back and forth, the occasional agonal spasm gently rippling through her body.

My orgasm was so intense that I nearly fell out of my chair…

—

Of all the Club videos I’ve seen, that one is now my favorite. Maybe it’s because I got to watch it happen in real time. Or maybe it’s because Mistress came in and confirmed how stupid that poor bitch truly was.

Anyway, I often play it over and over again. It always makes me cum like crazy. Although lately, I can’t help but wonder…

What would it be like to let Mr. Wayne take me out on a date to the Snuff Club?

11/26/24 Inspired by the manip I found.

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