Better than the Prince 4.4 (24)

Posted on March 23, 2026 by riwa

Gwuineth carefully opened her eyes. The sun was shining outside through the open doorway. Clearly, it was morning.

She groggily took stock of her surroundings. She was in some sort of barn with straw upon the ground. Then she jerked with a start as a cow began sniffing at her.

She quickly rose up, only to discover she was naked, dirty and covered with cum. That’s when she remembered it all. They had all enjoyed her before leaving her lying there in the dirt and straw without anything to wear.

She wearily rose to her feet. The cow did not bother her in the slightest. In fact, nothing bothered her anymore, not after what she’d just been through.

She went to the opening and looked outside. Nobody was around. She was in some sort of barn on the edge of a town she was not familiar with.

It came rushing back to her why she was even there in the first place. Again, it did not seem to bother her. What did it matter, now that her life was officially over?

She thought about the past few hours in the barn with all those men. They had used and abused her, and they had certainly enjoyed themselves. She smiled inwardly when she realized that she, too, had ultimately enjoyed the perverse, sexual adventure.

Her mind drifted back to the prince. That’s when her mood darkened. Oh yes; the prince.

Her father had brought her a long way to marry the prince. She’d been dropped off at the castle, only for her father to turn right around and start the long trek back home. At least now he had one less mouth to feed.

The arrangements had all been made. At the time, she was even looking forward to it. But she soon discovered to her horror that the Prince was fat and balding, and was not the least bit handsome as she’d been informed.

He could not even wait for the ceremony the following day. They’d had sex all that evening in his private room… or at least they’d tried to have sex. But it had been horrible.

He was drunk the entire time. Worse, he could hardly perform. She had finally begged him to stop.

He had demanded she give him the release he craved. Then he’d demanded they start making babies right away before the wedding ceremony even commenced. But she thought him incapable, especially considering his inebriated state. That’s when he’d threatened her with a knife.

In response, she’d grabbed a candlestick and had clobbered him over the head with it. As soon as he went down, she was sure she’d killed him. That would surely mean the gallows for her.

In desperation, she’d snuck out in the middle of the night in a nightgown. She had wandered through town looking for rescue when she came upon a man in a tavern. Explaining her desperation to get away, he had given her a ride on his horse.

Gwuineth had essentially jumped out of the frying pan straight into the fire. The man had taken her quite a distance to a small hamlet… this one, as she now recalled. Then he had introduced her to his friends.

They had spent the next several hours in the barn she had just awakened in. They had all used her repeatedly. Her nightgown had gotten shredded to pieces in the process.

She couldn’t remember the exact moment the pain had morphed into pleasure. Maybe it was because they had all been so rough with her. Or maybe it was because of the names they had called her. All she knew was that she’d started having orgasms.

She already knew what they felt like, as she’d masturbated many times before, even though her father had insisted on her saving her purity for marriage. But the Prince had barely acknowledged her virginity. His drunkenness meant she hadn’t enjoyed a moment of it, thus crushing her hopes of what it would finally feel like.

But the men of the last few hours? They certainly knew what they were doing. And they certainly knew enough to give her the pleasure the Prince had been incapable of bestowing upon her.

She smiled as she remembered how they’d treated her. In the end, she had enjoyed being used like a harlot. It had made her feel cheap and dirty, just the way she currently looked in her nudity. But it had been a far more pleasurable experience than what had transpired with that totally inept Prince.

Her smile faded. Oh yes; the Prince. They would be looking for her now. And she would soon find herself facing the gallows.

What would it feel like? Gwuineth had certainly witnessed a few hangings in her day. She figured it was going to hurt, as those who had hanged certainly looked as though they had suffered.

She didn’t know what else to do. So she began walking toward town. Maybe somebody would take pity on her.

She rounded a corner and gasped at what she saw. There was a rough looking gallows at the back of a building. It looked as though they conducted the occasional execution there.

Gwuineth was about to turn and run away when she stopped. She turned back and stared at the gallows. Then she slowly approached it.

She took it all in: the frame; the open trap; the empty, dangling coil. Then she thought about the Prince she’d clobbered. Soon, she’d be wearing something quite similar to the coil she now saw dangling before her.

She slowly walked up to the gallows, perhaps out of curiosity or perhaps out of resignation. She was going to be wearing a noose sooner or later. Why not familiarize herself with it now while she had the opportunity?

Gwuineth stared at the dangling coil as her mind went back to all the hangings she’d previously witnessed. Many of the men she’d seen hanged seemed to be sporting bulges, having erections similar to the ones she’d enjoyed mere hours ago. Now why was that?

She thought about the women she’d seen who’d danced in the noose. One middle-aged woman who’d killed a shopkeeper had wriggled like a worm as though becoming possessed. Another time, a young woman, about her age and accused of theft, had danced like a maniac.

But that older woman she’d watched who’d offed her husband? Gwuineth had recognized all the signs of pleasure during her suffering. Thus, watching her dance had affected her in ways she had not anticipated.

Gwuineth climbed up onto the gallows for a closer look. Then she stared at the dangling coil. What would it feel like to hang to death?

Was this where she was destined to end her life? Had those gentlemen brought her to that barn, knowing this was nearby? It did seem as though she was fated for it.

Gwuineth sat down with her legs dangling off the edge of the trap, oblivious to her nudity. The noose was right there, framing her face. Again, she pondered what would it feel like.

She thought back to that middle-aged woman who’d wriggled like a worm. It was as though she’d been trying to throw the noose off from around her neck. Gwuineth closed her eyes and tried to remember every moment of that event.

Next, she thought of that young woman who’d danced like crazy. Everyone had thought she’d put on a good show. Gwuineth found herself tingling as she thought back on it.

But that older woman? Rumor had it she had been a harlot. It was said she’d gone back to her profession because she enjoyed it so much.

Her husband had found out, and she’d killed him during the ensuing argument. Thus, she’d been found guilty of murder, and they had strung her up. Gwuineth now remembered some of the spectators remarking that she had hanged the way she had lived her life: by fucking herself to death in the noose.

Gwuineth remembered her recent sexual encounter. She’d actually been choked a couple of times. It had scared her, but she had also orgasmed rather intensely. She didn’t know why.

She looked at the noose as she thought about that old woman. Then her hand absentmindedly went down to her crotch where she instinctively began touching herself. Manually getting herself off was something she had done so many times before.

Fucking in the noose… being choked during sex? Gwuineth could not make heads or tails of it. But she remembered how good the sex had been despite the roughness being heaped upon her.

She pictured the old woman dancing in the noose, wriggling and thrusting out her hips. Yes, she thought she could understand that. The crowd had certainly loved it.

Gwuineth closed her eyes and mentally pictured that old woman’s hanging as she touched herself. Even now, she could hear the enthusiastic cries of the crowd in her mind. And she remembered the way the skirt had billowed as the poor woman had humped the air.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dangling coil. It made her inhale sharply. Then she closed her eyes and thought about that old woman again, remembering her wriggling and dancing in the noose.

The more she thought about it, the more she worked her fingers inside her. Why was this exciting her so? Gwuineth still didn’t understand.

She remembered more of the events around that hanging. As she recalled, there were indications the spectators had gotten all worked up as well. Females had looked as though they were about to faint with excitement. And several males had sported noticeable bulges.

The old woman’s face had turned purple. Then her tongue had protruded as drool spilled off her lips. But she had humped her way through her hanging until she had lost the strength to continue.

What had it felt like? Some of the spectators remarked she had hanged like the whore she truly was. Had it been just as pleasurable for that old woman as it had been painful?

Gwuineth wondered if she was now a whore. All those men had certainly used and abused her. In the end, she had actually enjoyed it.

She thought about that old woman’s hanging again. Gwuineth pictured it in her mind right up to the apex of her dance of death. Then her own legs instinctively spread so she could bring maximum pleasure to herself with her fingers as she remembered that incredible hanging.

Gwuineth surprised herself by climaxing. It was intense, and it felt pretty good. She paused afterwards as she caught her breath.

She looked all around. No one was there. No one had been watching her.

Her eyes suddenly spied something on the edge of the gallows, off near the corner of the platform. It was a small length of rope. Was it what they used to bind the hands of the condemned?

Gwuineth rose up and went over to it. She picked it up and examined it in her hand before looking over at the dangling coil. She was sure they would be coming after her over what she’d done to the Prince.

She walked back over to the edge of the trap. Then she reached out and grabbed the noose. It gave her an erotic shiver something fierce just to feel it in her hand.

What had it felt like for that old woman? Would she be finding out in the next few days or weeks? Did she even want to wait that long? Why not find out now!

She inhaled as she carefully looped the noose around her throat. It gave her another erotic shiver. Killing the prince… condemned to a gallows upon being discovered… was this what her life had been destined for this whole time?

She stepped back, increasing the tension of the rope around her throat. It gave her a shiver of dread. But it also sparked something between her legs.

She looked at the small coil of rope in her hands. Gwuineth frowned. They always tied the hands of the condemned behind their backs. Could she even…?

She fumbled with the rope behind her back. No, she couldn’t really make it tight. But she could mostly secure it… or could she?

She pulled until it felt modestly tight. She closed her eyes as she felt around behind her back. It wasn’t very secure; she was certain she could get herself out of it if she so desired. But did she so desire?

She stepped up to the edge of the trap and looked downward. It would be so easy. All she would have to do is step off. Then all her worries would be over.

She leaned forward, and then stopped herself. No, she wanted to live. But what did she have to live for?

She thought about that old woman again. The poor thing had reached a point where she had nothing further to live for. But her performance had certainly captivated the crowd that had gathered to observe the proceedings.

Gwuineth leaned forward, only to stop herself again. She really didn’t want to do this. Maybe it was time to untie herself and get out of this noose.

On the other hand, she was a whore now. Those guys had certainly treated her like a whore. And she’d already seen the fate of one whore.

Gwuineth became aware of a light breeze that caressed her, blowing her hair. It would be so easy. One small step, and it would all be over.

What if she waited to get caught? Would they torture her? It was exceedingly possible. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to experience what brutal men were truly capable of.

She trembled as she stood on the precipice of life and death. She had never felt more alive than she did at that very moment. And oddly, she had never felt more aroused either.

It would be so easy. They were going to hang her anyway… or worse. Did she really want to stick around long enough to find out just how ‘worse’ things could get?

Gwuineth started to lean forward. At the last moment, she changed her mind. But she had already leaned too far forward.

She lost her balance and pitched forward, falling into the opening of the trap. The noose pulled her up short with a jerk. She grunted upon hitting the end of the rope.

She jerked her arms up and down behind her back as she gently swung back and forth. The pain was incredible! Maybe she could reach the front edge of the trap.

She tried to reach out with her legs. But it was too far away. Reaching backward with her feet was just as ineffective.

She grunted and gurgled as she tried to hold still. Now that was stupid. Or had she subconsciously done it on purpose.

She glanced all around. Maybe someone would come and get her down. But it immediately occurred to her they would probably just leave her there to hang, enjoying witnessing the suffering of another naked whore on the gallows.

Asphyxiation from the noose sent messages to her crotch. She was really horny now. But she couldn’t reach anything… couldn’t touch anything.

Maybe if she wriggled. She could wriggle a little. Gwuineth gently humped air, only for the noose to tighten as the feelings between her legs intensified.

She had to remain perfectly still. Maybe that would help. But there was agony around her throat; her breathing was suffering.

Panic swelled within her until she began wriggling like a worm. It did no good. The noose tightened, but it also intensified the feelings in her womanhood.

No! It hurt too much! She didn’t want to die! Then she began kicking and swinging like a maniac…

It hurts – it hurts – IT HURTS – WHAT HAVE I DONE?? Then Gwuineth felt something lodge in her… what had those men called it? Her cunt??

She was dirty; she was filthy; she was a dirty whore… and dirty whores had to hang! She was a dirty whore, guilty of murder. And now she had to hang like one!

It exploded in her crotch. A moment later, she was furiously humping. That filthy ruffian had choked her while fucking her… and she had LOVED it! Now it felt as though he was fucking her again!

For a moment, it felt as though she’d left her body. She could see herself writhing and humping, just like that old woman. And now, she was climaxing; she could recognize it!

Gwuineth humped her way through one ruffian after another. It felt as though she could feel each cock once more, while someone was somehow choking the life out of her. She was choking to death… strangling to death! And glory be; she was orgasming… just like the whore she was!

She writhed, humped, and climaxed. She imagined villagers standing around cheering her on. No; now she was alone watching that old woman fuck her way to oblivion in the noose. Wait… now she was dangling right next to her, hanging side by side, both of them fucking the air in a lewd duet!

The noose tightened until it choked the very life out of her. Gwuineth felt internal organs dying until she felt her legs start to go numb. But she was still cumming, even as her vision was starting to spiral away.

She concluded it was so much better than the prince had ever been…

Gwuineth lost all feeling as she gently swung back and forth. The breeze blew strands of hair across her face. There was agony in her expression. But it was mixed with the faintest hint of sexual bliss in her features.

All sensations and consciousness fled from her until she dangled quietly. Her toes wriggled a little as her hands flexed reflexively behind her back. An orgasmic aftershock made her gently hump the air.

Gwuineth ended up gently swinging back and forth, her body twisting one direction and then the other.

At least she no longer had to worry about the prince…

2024 (written for Noosegirl May 9 ’24 by riwa. Inspired by her renders.)

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One way Santamos Island Boat Ride 4.1 (23)

Posted on March 16, 2026 by riwa

Note: Sorry this went up so late. Mom and I were in doing our taxes and it slipped my mind. I will just about break even this year by the time all the payments and refunds are processed.

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy.  In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

Bonnie climbed aboard the idling craft. It looked to be a nice boat. But this was not entirely a pleasure cruise.

Luis asked if she’d signed the appropriate paperwork. She handed it over. He nodded as he called out, “She’s all set to go, skipper.”

The man behind the wheel was Jamaican. She noticed he did not look at her much. It gave her the shivers.

Luis saw her reaction and smiled. “Oh, that’s D’andre. He’s the one who takes the boat out and brings it in. He’ll be the one drowning you today.”

Bonnie gasped as goosebumps broke out all over her body. She looked at the Jamaican piloting the boat and frowned. “He doesn’t seem very friendly.”

“He’s all business, ma’am. But I can assure you he’ll be more than friendly with you once you’re in the water.”

She looked at D’andre and shivered again. But it also made her a little wet down below. After all, she’d agreed to this in the first place. There would be no chance for complaints afterwards.

They motored out until they were a mile or so from shore. Then the Jamaican stopped the craft. Bonnie watched as he got down to the business of getting into his scuba gear.

“Any last requests?” Luis asked.

“Could I have one last fuck before I go under?”

“Certainly,” he replied with a smile.

They both proceeded to undress. It wasn’t sexy or erotic or anything like that. It seemed a little cold until she realized Luis was just getting down to business.

She started by sucking his cock. He was more than agreeable. Bonnie proved how good she was at cock-sucking.

She was so good at it that he had to stop her and hold off. So she stretched out on the cushioned seating. That’s when Luis got busy licking her muff.

Bonnie was impressed. It felt quite good. She was surprised when his tongue action resulted in a nice little orgasm.

“I just came!” she panted.

“All a part of your last request. We want you to enjoy yourself out here.”

“Well, what about him?” she pointed at D’andre.

“His pleasure involves making sure you drown and stay drowned. That’s how he’ll get off.”

“Oh, I see.”

They proceeded to fuck on the cushioned bench. Bonnie cried out in orgasm. Luis filled her with his cum, adding to the experience.

She spent some time enjoying the afterglow. Then she saw the Jamaican looking over at them. “I think he’s ready for you,” Luis observed.

D’andre sat on the edge of the craft. Then he went over backwards with a splash. He checked his scuba gear one last time before submerging.

“Where’d he go?” Bonnie wanted to know.

“He’s in the water waiting for you.” The casualness of the remark made her shiver again.

“This was what you wanted; wasn’t it?”

“That’s right,” she replied. “I asked for a drowning.”

“And according to your paperwork, you left it up to the discretion of the captain of the boat. Is that correct?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then I guess we’d better get started.”

She gulped and nodded as she rose up. It was time to be drowned. Bonnie felt a stab of fear mixed with incredible excitement.

Luis swung out a platform over the water. Bonnie looked at it in surprise. “Captain likes me to make ‘em walk the plank,” he explained. “Meanwhile, he enjoys pulling them under and having his way with them as he drowns them.”

“I see,” Bonnie replied, sounding a little anxious. “What will…?” and she gulped nervously. “What will he do to me?”

“You’ll eventually get pulled under,” Luis replied. “He’ll hold onto you until you drown. He might fuck you or he might jerk off as he watches you. Sometimes he’ll attach a set of handcuffs to keep them from fighting him too much. It’s instinctive, you know.”

“I guess that makes sense,” she replied, becoming more anxious by the moment.

“He might attach a weight to you and watch you go down. Who knows with D’andre? That’s why he doesn’t make much eye contact while we’re bringing them out here. He just likes to spring it on ‘em”

“I see. Well, I suppose I better not make him wait.”

Bonnie nervously walked out to the end of the platform. It was narrow, and it had a single railing. Even though she’d agreed to this and had signed all the appropriate paperwork, she was beginning to have second thoughts.

She paused as she looked down into the water. “I don’t see him down there!”

“That’s because he wants to spring it on you. That’s ok; isn’t it?”

“I suppose so, being as how I’m allowing you to decide how he drowns me. I guess I really don’t have much choice in the matter.”

She paused at the end of the platform. Luis called out, “Can I ask you a question?”

She turned as though grateful to delay her entrance into the water. “What is it?”

“Why did you choose drowning?”

“I almost drowned once. It was really frightening. And yet, I had the most intense orgasm of my entire life. I guess I was kind of hoping for a repeat of that experience.”

“I’m sure D’andre will give you everything you want and more.” Luis had no idea if it was actually going to work out that way. He just liked to say it to his guests as they came to the end of their one-way, Santamos Island boat ride.

She nervously stepped off the end of the platform, figuring she couldn’t delay things any longer. She hit the water with a splash and went under. She immediately panicked as she popped back up.

“Here!” Luis called out as he tossed her a life ring. It splatted nearby. She swam over and grabbed on.

“Hey; what’s this for?”

“It’s a long way back to shore! And since you won’t be riding back with us on the boat…”

“Isn’t that because you guys are going to drown me??” Now she was confused.

“All a part of the experience, ma’am.”

“But I don’t understand – URP!”

A dark arm wrapped around her and pulled her under. The life ring bobbed and floated out of reach. A few bubbles came up where she’d gone down. Luis just smiled as he murmured, “Enjoy yourself, my friend.”

–

That familiar fear of drowning swept through her. It also gave her a perverse thrill. This was really happening; she’d fully committed to it!

She was pulled down two… four… six meters. Bonnie tried to hold her breath. She was twisted around until she felt her arms pulled behind her back and secured with metal cuffs.

She was surprised at being released. Bonnie shot up to the surface, kicking furiously. She popped up and gasped loudly for breath.

She saw Luis standing there watching her. She could not keep from crying out, “Help me!” Then she felt a hand on her ankle.

Instinctively, she got a big breath before she was pulled under. Now that was silly! Why did she fill her lungs with air if she was out here trying to drown?? Probably just a natural reaction.

She was pulled down until he grasped onto her. She felt his cock penetrate her slit. It shocked her and she cried out. A moment later, the fear and excitement blossomed into the climax she’d been hoping for as he bounced her up and down on his dick.

She grunted and bubbled until he let her go. Instinctively, she shot upward again, her lungs aching. She burst up gasping, only to see Luis standing there stroking his dick as well.

Something wrapped around her left ankle. Then she felt a warning tug. Bonnie frantically filled her lungs before she was pulled back under.

D’andre was reeling her in. There was some sort of thin rope in his hand. Bonnie tried to kick herself upward, but he was too strong.

He pulled her down and then thrust his dick between her lips. She glubbed up bubbles as he fucked her face. Bonnie climaxed again from the fearful excitement of the moment. Then he let her go.

She frantically kicked upward. Gawd; it was a long way up! Then she burst up panting loudly for breath.

Luis was still watching. Gawd; why wasn’t he doing something to help her?! Then she remembered and…

There was a warning tug on her ankle before she was pulled back down. Bonnie frantically filled her lungs again. Then she was pulled downward.

She thought she saw him attaching something to the rope hooked to her ankle. Then he let it go. It pulled her downward, indicating it must be some sort of weight.

Bonnie cried out as it swelled within her yet again. He was stroking as she approached his position. Then he grabbed her shoulders and held on.

She was pulled downward, although at a slower rate. He let go of one shoulder to stroke himself. Then he gave her a big shove upward.

For an exciting moment, she thought she was going to reach the surface again as she tried to kick. But the weight attached to the end of her rope was making it hard. She was so far down, and she needed to go a long ways just to reach the surface.

Bonnie tired out and stopped kicking. She was immediately pulled downward by the weight attached to her rope. D’andre was down below, stroking himself as she approached his position…

‘Gawd! He’s really going to get off watching me drown!’

Her lungs heaved in her chest. Then she shuddered in orgasm. That’s when her lungs gave out.

Bonnie sucked down a huge lungful of seawater. She immediately went into spasms and convulsions as she instinctively tried to cough the liquid out of her lungs. She only succeeded in swallowing more, although she was cumming almost nonstop

She reached the point where D’andre was awaiting her. He was already starting to shoot his load. He grabbed her, thrust his dick between her lips and finished releasing into her mouth. Then he let her go.

Bonnie was conscious of that last act of his. It gave her a perverse thrill as she continued to descend. She was hitching and gurgling all the way down, all caught up in what seemed like a never-ending climax.

The pressure became enormous the deeper she went. Bonnie decided that it had been worth it after all. She was glad Luis had enjoyed her on the boat. She was also glad D’andre had cum to her drowning. Now she was destined for the ocean bottom where she would remain tethered until the creatures of the deep had fully enjoyed her remains.

2022 (written Nov 8 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by preview pictures from CaptainStabbin.com.)

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Dottie on Santamos Island (4-7) 4.8 (26)

Posted on March 9, 2026 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

4-“A little eager this morning; aren’t we, miss?”

I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. I must have exhausted him from all the fucking we did the night before.

On a whim, I got up and walked over to the window. Looking out, I saw a couple on the gallows. Some guy was noosing up a woman in a long, flowing dress that came down above her ankles.

There was no one else out there watching them. Was it because it was too early? The sun was just about to break the horizon.

I suddenly got excited as hell as I stood there watching, my breath catching in my throat. I couldn’t help wondering if I was the only other one in the whole wide world who was awake and had a view of the festivities that were about to take place. Then he went over and pulled the lever.

The trap folded open with a quiet THWAP. She let out a cry as she dropped. Then I heard a distinct CRICK as she hit the end of the rope.

I was instantly horny, and wet as hell. I went back over to the bed and saw Ricky lying there. The sheet had been pulled off just enough to reveal some morning wood.

I went crazy as I climbed in with him and started sucking that meaty pole of his. He stirred until his eyes opened up and saw me. Then he smiled as I gobbled him down.

“What a way to wake up in the morning!” he panted. “What got you all hot and bothered?”

I came off his dick and straddled him as I climbed on. Instinctively, he reached up and groped my boobs. “I just witnessed a sunrise hanging!” I panted breathlessly. “I can’t wait to drop for you! I’m so bloody horny right now!”

At that moment I didn’t care about cumming or taking my time. I rode him until he pumped a load up into me. Then I rolled us over until he was on top of me.

“I want a last request!” I gasped. “I want you to fuck the condemned!”

He gave me that look again as though he didn’t want me to die. “I hereby grant your request,” he finally told me. Then he proceeded to fuck the shit out of me until I screamed from a much needed release.

After we got cleaned up, I slipped into a proper floral print dress that came down to my knees with a button-top. But underneath I was wearing sexy lingerie. Then we left the room.

We went downstairs and had a light breakfast in the restaurant. There was hardly anyone in there. Afterwards, I led Ricky right up to the hotel concierge.

There was another couple walking by, an older man and a younger woman, who stopped when I eagerly signed the waiver. The concierge gave me a curious eye. “A little eager this morning; aren’t we, miss?”

“You have no idea!” I gasped, the sunrise hanging still fresh in my mind.

“She’s obsessed,” Ricky added, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “It’s all she can think about. Seeing those executions yesterday only fueled her fire.”

“They sure did!” I admitted as a thrill rippled through me. “Got any cuffs for me? We’re heading out to use the gallows right away.”

The concierge reached into a drawer and pulled out a set. Then she showed them to us. “Will these do?” she asked with a smile.

“Cuff me, Ricky!” I begged as I grabbed the cuffs from the concierge before handing them over to my companion. “Then I want you to escort me out the door to the gallows to my destiny.”

The eavesdropping couple chose that moment to come closer. “I’m Jonas and this is my girlfriend Beverly,” he explained. “Sorry for listening in on your conversation. But is this a private party? Or can anybody watch?”

The thought of having others watching me hang to death gave me an erotic thrill. “The more, the merrier!” I blurted out with growing excitement and anticipation. “It’s ok with you, Ricky; isn’t it?”

In answer, he whirled me around and cuffed my wrists behind my back. I felt another erotic thrill the minute the cuffs clatched onto my wrists. Then he told Jonas and Beverly, “It’s her execution. If she wants you to tag along, you’re more than welcome to come watch her hang.” Then he turned me toward the door and escorted me out with them in tow.

I could tell he was still not fully happy to be hanging me. At least he was going along with it. Besides, I’d always wanted him to be the one to dispatch me. Coming to Santamos Island had been the perfect solution.

I trembled like crazy as he walked me across the beach toward the gallows. “Any second thoughts?” he quietly asked me.

“Second, third and fourth,” I replied nervously. “But I really want to do this: for you, for myself… and now for our guests,” I added as I nodded back at the couple following behind.

Ricky carefully helped me up the steps in my black heels. Each step that got me closer to the top made me wetter and wetter. By the time we reached the top I was dripping like crazy.

He walked me right over to the trap. Then he noosed me up without another word.

What more was there to say? He’d already tried to talk me out of it. But I was adamant.

“Does the condemned have a last request?” he finally asked. At least he was getting into the spirit of things.

I started to speak, but my voice cracked in my throat. I gulped and nodded. Then I told him, “Promise me you’ll find at least one more chick on this island to enjoy snuffing before you go home.”

He nodded as he walked over to the lever. I inhaled sharply, my pussy wet as hell. I was trembling so bad that I thought my knees were going to give out before he hanged me.

Ricky looked at me for a long moment. For me, it felt as though time simply stood still. I nearly panicked at the thought he might back out at the last minute.

I looked down on that couple looking up at us. I could see it in their eyes. Gawd; they really wanted to see me hang, especially Jonas!

Ricky suddenly gave a jerk on the lever, an angry jerk as though he was being forced to do this against this will. I screamed as the trap opened with a THWAP. My dress billowed as I started to fall, my body cumming all the way down.

All my senses shut down in an instant the moment I heard a loud CRICK as my neck broke……….

5-This seems so bloody familiar

I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. I must have exhausted him from all the fucking we did the night before.

Bloody hell! What a dream I had!

On a whim, I got up and walked over to the window. Looking out, I saw a couple on the gallows. Some guy was noosing up a woman in a long, flowing dress that came down above her ankles.

I blinked in confusion. This seemed so bloody familiar! It must have been a part of that dream I’d had!

Wait a minute! Was I still dreaming??

The trap folded open with a quiet THWAP. She let out a cry as she dropped. Then I heard a distinct CRICK as she hit the end of her rope.

I was instantly horny, and wet as hell. I went over to the bed and saw Ricky lying there. The sheet had been pulled off enough to reveal some morning wood.

I went crazy as I climbed in with him and started sucking that meaty pole. He stirred until his eyes opened up and he saw me. He smiled as I gobbled him down.

“What a way to wake up in the morning!” he panted. “What got you all hot and bothered?”

I came off his dick and straddled him as I climbed on, impaling myself upon his erection. Instinctively, he reached up and groped my boobs. “I just witnessed a sunrise hanging!” I panted breathlessly.

I suddenly blinked again as I thought about the dream I’d just had where Ricky had hanged me. And this morning I had just witnessed that same lady hang in that very same dress! Why was this all so bloody familiar??

I didn’t care about cumming or taking my time. I furiously rode Ricky until he pumped a load up into me. Then I rolled us over until he was on top of me.

“I want a last request!” I gasped. “I want you to fuck the condemned!”

“I hereby grant your request,” he replied. Then he proceeded to fuck the shit out of me.

Thinking about the abrupt way he’d hanged me in that dream, coupled with the morning hanging I’d just witnessed, made me scream from a much needed release.

–

Everything felt so bloody familiar as we ate breakfast. It felt even more so when I went to sign the consent form. Then a familiar looking older man and younger woman came up to eavesdrop on the proceedings. Why were things happening just like my dream??

The concierge gave me a curious eye. “A little eager this morning, aren’t we, miss?”

“You have no idea!” I gasped.

“She’s obsessed,” Ricky added. “It’s all she can think about. Seeing those executions yesterday only fueled her fire.”

I blinked as I looked at the concierge, and then at Ricky, and then back at the concierge. Those were the exact same words I’d… I finally blinked again before looking at the concierge.

“Got any cuffs for me?” I stammered. “We’re heading out to use the gallows right away.”

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a set. Then she showed them to us. “Will these do?” she asked. How the bloody hell did I know she was going to say it that way??

“Cuff me, Ricky,” I told him as I accepted the cuffs from the concierge before handing them to my companion. “Then I… I want you to escort me out the door to the gallows.”

The eavesdropping couple chose that moment to come closer. “I’m Jonas and this is my girlfriend Beverly,” he explained. “Sorry for listening in on your conversation. But is this a private party? Or can anybody watch?”

Why the hell did I keep experiencing deja vu??

I looked at him closely. I could see in his eyes that he really wanted to see me swing. “The more, the merrier,” I told him as I felt an erotic thrill ripple through me.

–

Ricky got me to the gallows and up the steps before placing me right over the trap. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. For some reason I knew exactly what was coming. And I was more aroused than I could have possibly imagined!

“Does the condemned have a last request?” he asked after he’d noosed me up.

I was about to tell him to go find a girl and snuff her after hanging me when something stopped me. That’s when I looked down at our two voyeurs. They both looked so eager to watch me hang, especially Jonas. And I wanted to give them a little something special.

“Pull my boobs out, love,” I panted quietly as I nodded down at them. “Let’s give ‘em a bloody good show.”

Ricky gave me a funny look. Then he popped the buttons to the top of my dress. He finally pulled it open before pulling down my lacy black bra, exposing my heaving mounds. It thrilled me like you wouldn’t believe, especially when I saw Jonas and Beverly inch even closer to the gallows.

I was horny like never before as Ricky stepped over to the lever. This time there was a flicker of lust in his eyes. Bloody hell; that made me wet!

I looked down and saw that same lust in the eyes of Jonas and Beverly. I was having so much trouble catching my breath that I could hardly think straight. Then I heard the lever being pulled.

I screamed as I plummeted, my dress billowing. I was cumming like never before. Then I hit the end of my –

CRICK…..

6-Changing the dream

I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. That’s when I idly touched my neck. It felt intact, yet I could distinctly remember the pain of it breaking… TWICE!

I was trembling as I got up and went over to the window. Sure enough, there they were. I heard a THWAP, followed by a loud CRICK. Then I climaxed hard, just like that.

What the bloody hell was going on?? I couldn’t figure it out! All I knew was that I was horny as hell.

Ricky got a hell of a blowjob, followed by one hell of a fucking. Then I got dressed. But this time I changed into something different from what I’d worn in my previous two… what? My previous two dreams??

I wanted to change this dream if I could. My change of attire certainly worked on Ricky. He really lusted after me with his eyes once he saw what I had chosen to wear.

We went down and had a light breakfast before I went and signed the consent form. By then, I was horny as hell. Ricky ended up escorting me to the gallows, all cuffed and ready to hang.

That couple followed along right behind us after we’d given them permission to watch us. I was still having a hard time taking it all in. Either I was in the middle of a long, crazy dream… or I was about to be hanged for a third time!

I remembered how Jonas had lusted over me with his eyes in my previous, uh… hanging. This time, I wanted to do something appreciative for him. So when Ricky asked if I had a last request I asked him to take off my dress. Then I told him to toss it down to that couple as a souvenir.

Ricky carefully unclasped the straps to my sleeveless gown. My black satin dress promptly slid down my body onto the trap. It revealed a lacy top that cupped my breasts without actually covering them.

There was nothing down below but a lacy black garter that held up my fishnet stockings. My wet, dripping crotch was totally exposed. Ricky’s eyes bugged out as he took me in.

I stepped out of my discarded dress so he could pick it up. Then he tossed it down to them. “A souvenir to you from Dottie!” he declared loudly.

“Wow; thanks!” was Jonas’ excited reply. His lustful expression set me to dripping like crazy.

“Does the condemned have a last request?” Ricky finally asked.

I didn’t think of asking him to find another woman to hang. I just wanted him to enjoy hanging me. “No, love,” I panted excitedly as I shook my head. “Just hang your horny slut!”

My heart was beating a mile a minute as he walked over to the lever. Ricky lustfully eyed me up and down until I was dripping like crazy. Then I looked down to see Jonas raping me with his eyes, his girlfriend Beverly looking on lustfully.

Bloody hell!

The trap suddenly opened with a THWAP! I shrieked my climax as I plummeted. Then I hit the end of the rope with a loud CRICK…

7-Dying like a slut

I was wet as hell, quivering like crazy as I opened my eyes to the dawn coming into the room. I got up and walked over to the window. And there they were.

I winced and shuddered at the sight of that couple standing on the gallows. “Hang her!” I murmured excitedly as I started touching myself. “Hang that sexy bitch!”

I knew exactly what was going to happen. But I couldn’t help myself. I furiously fingered myself until…

THWAP… CRICK!

I immediately had to clamp my lips shut. Otherwise I would have screamed out loud in orgasm. Then I attacked Ricky in bed, fucking him shamelessly.

After we cleaned up and got dressed, he looked at me in disbelief as we got ready to go downstairs to breakfast. “You’re seriously wearing that?” he asked in astonishment.

I was wearing that same sleeveless dress with the straps. Only I wasn’t wearing a thing underneath. My nipples protruded through the top.

“Why not?” I replied with a lewd grin. “A slut’s got to look good for her hanging; am I right?”

He didn’t respond. But the bulge in his pants told me all I needed to know.

–

After signing the paperwork, I asked the hotel concierge, “I have a couple of questions.”

“Certainly, miss.”

“Can the gallows be rigged so I do a little dance instead of having a long drop?”

“You wish to strangle to death, miss?”

My breath caught in my throat at her clinical description of what I would be facing. I had to force out the words “If you don’t mind.” Both Ricky and that couple gave me shocked yet hungering looks.

She got on the phone and made a call. She told someone on the other end of the line to prepare the gallows for a short drop. Then she hung up before telling me, “It’ll be about ten minutes, miss.”

“Second question,” I panted as I looked at Ricky, Jonas and Beverly. Then I shakily asked her, “Would it be ok if I… if I…?”

“If you what, miss?”

“If I hanged nude?”

“Well,” she mused thoughtfully. “I guess you could call our gallows a ‘clothing optional’ structure.”

“Excellent!” I panted.

I was wet as hell as I pulled the straps down off my shoulders, allowing my dress to fall to the floor. Then I stepped out of it. The only other thing I was wearing was my black heels.

I could feel Ricky and Jonas raping me with their eyes as I picked it up. Then I handed it over to Beverly. “This is for you.”

“Wow!” she gasped as she accepted it with trembling hands.

“Handcuffs please,” I said to the concierge with my hand outstretched.

She reached into that familiar drawer and pulled them out. I took them from her and handed them over to Ricky. “Will you get me ready?” I asked submissively.

He calmly turned me around before clatching my wrists together behind my back. The moment he did, I winced as an erotic shudder rippled through me. I was wet as bloody hell!

Ricky escorted me out the door, Jonas and Beverly in tow as she clutched my dress in her hands. As we headed toward the gallows, we saw a middle-aged man descending the steps. “All set, folks,” he remarked. Then he stopped and stared at me.

“Stick around if you want,” Ricky told him. “This slut’s gonna dance for us in a few minutes.”

This time there was no hesitation in Ricky’s voice. He sounded willing and eager to hang me. His remark made me so wet that I could feel my fluids slithering down my inner thighs.

“So you decided to do the slut dance after all, eh?” he quietly asked me as he led me up the steps.

“I want you to enjoy the experience,” I told him breathlessly. “So before you hang me, I want you to do anything to me that you want up here.”

“Are you serious? With that trio of spectators we have watching us from below? Are you that fucking horny??”

“You have no idea!” I panted as I trembled like mad.

I didn’t know what he was going to do to me once we reached the top. But I still braced myself for disappointment. After all, he really hadn’t wanted to hang me in the first place.

This time the noose was not rigged to unfold like before. Instead, it fully hung down to Ricky’s crotch as though indicating that was as far as I was going to fall. No long drop for me this time. I was going to strangle to death.

Ricky looked at me and then at the dangling noose. My crotch was soaking wet, my fluids trickling down my inner thighs. For a moment I was afraid I was going to die of a heart attack before I even got to hang!

He glanced down at the trio waiting below. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. You have no idea what that did to me, seeing it so rigid.

He helped lower me down onto my knees. Then he dangled the noose right there around his throbbing manhood. I dutifully stuck my head through and started sucking.

It was shameful as hell, knowing we were being watched. It was also a bloody thrill. I just couldn’t keep myself from sucking like the sluttiest of whores.

It took no time at all before I got the first spurt in my mouth. Ricky promptly tightened the noose so I couldn’t swallow. Then he pulled out and aimed until the next three spurts hit my face.

I cried out in shameful orgasm. Then he slowly pulled me to my feet, his cum still in my mouth and on my lips. “You lived like a slut!” he said aloud so those down below could here. “Now you’ll die like one!” And with that, he walked over and abruptly pulled the lever.

I had no time to prepare myself. I just cried out as I started to fall. This time, the noose pulled me up short with a slight bounce.

It almost cut off my airway, trapping his cum in my mouth. I immediately climaxed like the whore I was. Then I started kicking and thrashing about. My body was no longer mine to control and it hurt like hell!

My mind screamed, “BLOODY HELL; YOU’RE HANGING NAKED WITH HIS CUM ON YOUR FACE!”A moment later I was humping and cumming up a storm.

My brain held no sway over my motor functions. My body simply fought to live in any way it saw fit. Meanwhile my crotch started squirting and squirting as I kept cumming over and over again. I just couldn’t stop myself!

When I twisted around I discovered I was at eye level with Ricky’s cock. He had it out and was stroking it in my direction. Despite my agony, I found myself wishing I could suck on it one last time.

I kicked and suffered until I finally exhausted myself. The rope tightened until I could hardly pull a sliver of air down my windpipe. My heart hammered in my chest, my internal organs shutting down from lack of blood and oxygen.

I saw that trio looking up at me. Somehow it felt as though the guys were raping me with their eyes. My body humped and shimmied as my struggles finished tightening the noose around my throat.

Drool and cum leaked down my lips as I was turned sideways. There was Ricky stroking again. A moment later he stepped up to me and spurted two shots into my face.

My body hitched and quivered as my vision spiraled away. Was I going to end up dead this time around? I had no idea.

All I knew was one thing. If I woke up in that bloody room again, I was going to fuck Ricky senseless. Then I was going to have him take me around the island to see what else I could experience.

My last thought was in wondering what it would feel like for that scimitar to come down upon my neck. Then my senses shut down.

9/20/25; ed. 3/2/26 (In fond memory of Dottie)

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Dottie on Santamos Island (1-3) 4.2 (32)

Posted on March 2, 2026 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

1- First impressions

I never thought I’d get him to Santamos Island. Of all the people I thought about hanging me, Ricky was the one I wanted to do it the most. After all, he’d aroused me so many times before with all of his many stories and ideas.

He resisted at first. He said he was rather fond of me and that he didn’t want to hang me. But I talked him into it. I even paid for the flight to get us there.

It didn’t really hit me until we were on the plane. That’s when I began to get more and more aroused. I kept asking myself whether or not I really wanted to go through with it. But we’d already come this far. Besides, I really wanted Ricky to hang me.

During our flight he kept glancing over at me. He must have noticed how fidgety and aroused I’d become because he kept asking, “Are you ok?” I didn’t want to tell him what I was going through. So I just gulped and nodded despite my growing excitement.

Things really got serious the moment we heard the stewardess tell us to buckle up as we came in for a landing. That’s when the thought hit me like a ton of bricks: I would never be going back to the life I’d left behind. I would never leave this island alive.

I gasped and shuddered the moment the wheels of the plane touched down. It was terribly erotic knowing I would be dead within the next 24 hours. I simply could not keep myself from climaxing no matter how hard I tried to hold it back.

Ricky must have noticed, although he didn’t say a word. But he closely looked at me as we came down off the stairs that had been wheeled out to our plane. He saw my expression and asked, “Are you sure you’re doing ok?”

No, I was not ok. But I just gave him a weak smile. Then I whispered to him, “I need to change my knickers is all, love. You have no idea how excited I am right now.”

He must have finally gotten some idea just how exciting all of this was for me. “I should have known,” he replied. Then he shook his head as he gave me a wry smile. At least he wasn’t trying to talk me out of it anymore.

We took a taxi to the hotel and got our room. I promptly went into the bathroom and changed my knickers. Then I walked over to the window and opened it up to get some fresh air.

The smell of the breeze coming in off the sea was refreshing. Then I made the mistake of looking all around. I had no idea the view would be so terribly arousing.

Just down the beach stood the scaffold I would be hanging from. For the moment I could see it was empty. But it wasn’t going to be come tomorrow morning. That’s when I would be dropping through the trap until I hit the end of my rope, instantly breaking my neck.

The thought hit me hard. It also made me extremely wet down below. But I didn’t want to change into a second set of knickers so soon.

From our window I could see the deck where someone had conveniently placed a block and scimitar, both of which were waiting to be put to good use. For the moment the blade looked clean. Apparently no one had used it yet. The sight did nothing to settle my growing arousal.

Farther down the beach I noticed some posts sticking up out of the water. Then I did a double-take, blinking in shock. It looked like someone was attached to one of them, facing out into the incoming tide.

I motioned for Ricky to come over as I told him, “Have you seen the view out this window yet, love?” That’s when he came over to check it out.

He glanced out and took it all in without saying a word. It must have sobered him up mighty quick. But for me, the view had me trembling like crazy.

“Bloody hell!” I panted as I looked at the gallows and then over at the posts in the water. “Can we go down and take a tour of everything, love?”

“Sure thing, Dottie,” he told me with a smile.

We left our room casually dressed in shorts, shirts and sandals due to the warmth of the afternoon sun. We made our way downstairs before going outside. I don’t know why, but the first thing I led us over to was the scimitar and block.

“Bloody hell!” I gasped as we walked up to it, my knickers quite damp again. “Do they really do beheadings right here, love?”

Ricky looked closely at the block and scimitar. I was trembling so badly that I snuggled up to him, partly in an effort not to lose my balance. Then I breathlessly panted, “What do you think, love? Want to try it out on me right here and now?” Bloody hell; was I tempted!

“I thought you wanted to hang,” he responded somewhat sarcastically. I could tell I still hadn’t quite gotten him into the spirit of things just yet. But I was planning on doing my best to make him more enthusiastic.

“Oh I do – I do!” I replied enthusiastically. “But standing here looking at this bloody thing? Bloody hell!”

2-Witnessing a hanging

About that time, we heard a couple emerge out of the hotel and head straight for the gallows. A balding, middle-aged male was escorting a female toward the structure. She appeared to have her hands cuffed behind her back.

Ricky turned to look, and we paused to watch them together. She looked to be in her early forties. I couldn’t help wondering what had brought them to this moment.

I nudged Ricky as I excitedly pointed them out to him. “Is he really going to hang her?” I whispered excitedly. “If so, then I want to go have a closer look. Besides, that’s going to be ME tomorrow morning!”

“Ok,” he replied quietly. “Let’s go have a look. Besides, I probably need to pick up a pointer or two.” At least he was showing some interest in that woman’s impending hanging.

We casually made our way over to the gallows. By then, the couple had reached the structure and was slowly ascending the stairs. A quick glance around indicated a few other people had seen them emerge from the hotel heading for the structure and were now starting to curiously come over and gather round.

Ricky and I got close and then paused to watch as the couple reached the top of the steps. I had no idea if they were man or wife or just who they were. They had simply come out of the hotel and had headed right over.

I watched him march her over onto the trap. That’s when he looked down and caught sight of all of us gathering below. “We have an audience,” he told the woman matter-of-factly. “Might as well let ‘em watch you hang, eh?”

She had originally been facing the sea. Then he turned her around so she was facing us and the hotel. She let out a gasp when she saw they had a growing audience.

I got a good look at her as we watched him noose her up. She was wearing a dark blue, button-up blouse, a short, dark blue skirt, fishnet stockings and black heels. She was certainly dressed for the occasion.

I was breathless as hell. Worse, my knickers were totally soaked… again. How many clean ones would I end up going through before it would be my turn up there??

When he had finished noosing her up, we all heard her loudly stammer, “D-Dan?? Aren’t you g-gonna give me a h-hood?”

“Not on your life,” he replied with a look of grim determination. “You don’t deserve one. Let ‘em watch your face when a whore like you hits the end of your rope.”

“And speaking of whores,” he added as he suddenly unbuttoned her blouse.

When he pulled it open, I saw she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were about like mine, C’s at least. “Dan, no!” she panted as she anxiously shook her head.

He just ignored her as he reached down and pulled her skirt and panties down her legs. Her hairy bush was left visible and glistening. I don’t know about anyone else, but I could tell right away she was wet and aroused.

“D-Dan??” she stammered again as he walked over to the lever.

“Your whole life you’ve lived like a whore,” he told her. “So you might as well die like one.” Then he pulled the lever just like that… no fanfare or dramatic pause… NOTHING!

The trap loudly folded open. She screamed as she plummeted through. Then she hit the end of her rope.

There was a loud CRICK as she bounced. The impact caused her skirt and panties to slide down off her fishnet-stockinged legs until they hit the ground beneath her dangling feet. I don’t know how her heels managed to stay on.

I climaxed the moment she bounced as her neck broke…

Her body began to gently swing back and forth. Then her executioner bowed grandly before us. “Bloody hell!” I murmured as we all gave him polite applause. Even Ricky clapped for the show.

As for me? I just winced while clamping my thighs together in order to keep from cumming again. It took everything I had not to beg Ricky to hang me right then and there.

“Is that what you wanted to see?” he quietly whispered into my ear. But he didn’t give any indication as to whether or not he had enjoyed it or had found it repugnant. I still hadn’t quite figured him out.

“Bloody hell!” I gasped, painfully aware my second pair of knickers were now thoroughly soaked. “That was incredible!”

“You still want to hang tomorrow morning?” he asked, giving me a questioning gaze.

“Oh bloody hell; yes! Now more than ever!” He just shook his head in disbelief as he slowly escorted me away.

11/29/25; ed. 2/28/26

3-Tidal stakes

I quickly noticed he was taking us away from the tidal stakes. I managed to steer him around the scaffold and back over in that direction. When they came into view I whispered into his ear, “I just want to see ‘em is all.” He just shook his head before quietly walking us over.

As we drew closer I saw two naked ladies tightly secured to adjacent poles. By now the water was lapping up at their breasts. They were facing out to sea as the tide was coming in.

They were at just enough of an angle to see us coming down the beach toward them. “Hey!” the closest one called out, urging us closer with a motion of her head. “Can you two come out here and assist us?”

We were far enough down the beach from the hotel so that no other guests appeared to have heard them. It was just Ricky and I. “C’mon, love,” I told him as I excitedly urged him toward them with a pull on his arm.

We walked down to the water’s edge, standing somewhat behind them. “What do you want, love?” I called out to them.

“Melinda and I are horny!” the closest one to me called back.

“We’d really appreciate a little help!” the one named Melinda added with a nod of her head.

They looked so similar that I thought they were twins. But the closest one had shorter blonde hair that stopped above her neck. I could not help becoming aroused knowing they must have been out there to drown as the tide came in.

Waves washed up into their naked bodies. Glancing up the poles made me notice the waterline. It was at least a foot above their heads.

“What kind of help?” I asked. Then I turned toward Ricky and wryly remarked, “Isn’t drowning a little bit more in your department?”

“You want us to come out there to you?” Ricky called out, noting they were a few yards out and would require getting wet.

“If you would please,” the closer one replied. The other simply nodded.

“Let’s go help them, love,” I quietly told Ricky as I started to undress, my excitement and arousal getting the better of me. “After all, I would want them to come out to help me if I asked them to.”

“You never need any help,” he responded as he started to undress with me. I just smiled seductively.

It was a good idea for me to get naked. For one thing, I needed to wash my crotch as I was wet as hell! No doubt I smelled like that whore who had just been hanged earlier.

We both finished stripping. Then we left our clothes higher up the sand before wading down into the water. But Ricky seemed hesitant. I think he was still reluctant about hanging me tomorrow.

“What do you want us to do?” I asked, taking the initiative as we waded right up to them.

“Kiss us and make us cum,” the short haired one panted.

“We haven’t got much time left,” the other added. “Please do this for us?”

Now it was my turn to hesitate. After all, I was not the least bit bisexual. And I hadn’t planned on changing that anytime soon.

Ricky gave me a questioning look. “It’s ok with me,” I told him with a dismissive wave. “Go right ahead, love. I know you love drownings.”

I had no reason to be jealous. They were both going to drown soon. And I was aroused beyond belief knowing we were going to get to watch while “helping them”, so to speak.

“Like this?” Ricky asked as he moved up close to the one named Melinda. Then he kissed her rather passionately as he fingered her. She nodded as she writhed while moaning into his mouth.

I hesitantly moved up against the short-haired one and gently kissed her lips. At the same time, I found her slit and slid my fingers inside the way I would have wanted it done to me. She writhed and moaned as she clenched around my wriggling digits.

“Gawd; I just came!” I heard the other one say when her and Ricky came up for air. “My name’s Melinda. Please do me again!”

He gave me a questioning look. When I nodded, he went right back to it as I hesitantly pulled my lips away from the short-haired one. “Thank you!” she panted. “I’m Melissa. We weren’t thinking when we first came out here or we would have brought toys with us.”

Next to me Melinda began writhing and groaning as Ricky kissed and fondled her. I became a little jealous at all the attention he was giving her. But I asked myself what did it matter? She was going to drown soon.

By now, the water was up to their shoulders as well as mine. Despite my discomfort, I felt an incredible arousal. If it were me, I knew I’d want to cum a time or two before I drowned.

Ricky suddenly inhaled before disappearing below the surface. I stopped kissing Melissa so I could turn to look. It looked like he was below the surface licking and bubbling into her crotch.

Melinda let off little mewling sounds as she writhed and whimpered. Then she started humping Ricky’s face. A moment later she cried out in orgasm as a burst of bubbles came up from Ricky’s submerged face in her crotch.

Melissa gave me this look as though she was pleading with her eyes for me to do something similar. So I filled my lungs with air before I submerged. Then I found her crotch and hesitantly started licking and bubbling.

She was cleanly shaved, so it was fairly easy. Her nub was really protruding. So I took it into my mouth the way numerous males had pleasured me over the years.

She writhed as she clenched around my probing tongue. I felt a sudden surge of arousal at the way I was pleasuring her while I was bubbling. She finally popped off before I had to surface to catch my breath.

“Gawd; that was good!” she panted heavily as I gasped for breath while pressing my naked body up against hers. Then I kissed her again. She moaned into my mouth as I ground my knee into her crotch.

After a few moments, Ricky and I swapped partners as the water reached their chins. Then we submerged to lick and finger-fuck them. They both climaxed again, giving me some pride that I could get another woman off during her last moments.

The tide soon started hitting their faces, briefly submerging them. So Ricky and I swapped back to our original partners. “Fuck me!” Melinda begged him. “Ohmygawd, I… please, just fuck me!”

“You’ve chosen well,” I told her. “He writes about this kind of stuff all the time!”

“Will you stay with us until the end?” Melissa asked me.

“Until the end,” I repeated with a nod. Then I kissed her as I lifted my knee into her crotch.

A wave came in, forcing me to hold my breath while both our mouths were submerged. When it receded, she coughed a little before I kissed her again as I kept my knee up into her crotch. I was finally starting to figure out the way the waves would press me up against her as they came in and then went back out.

I looked over and saw Ricky actually fucking Melinda. By now, it looked like he was really into it. It made me wonder if I would now have an easier time of it tomorrow morning at the gallows with him.

A wave came in and almost washed over all of our heads. Then it receded, only to come back in again. It was not going to be much longer.

I saw Melinda and Ricky get one more breath. Then they kissed as he fucked her. I filled my lungs before the next wave submerged Melissa and I.

I didn’t know exactly what I should do. So I kept kissing her while fingering her. But I wasn’t sure how long I could hold my breath.

The wave went out, but it did not recede below our noses. Another one came in, and then another. Our heads were totally submerged when she finally inhaled through our kiss.

I really pushed my knee into her crotch as she spasmed and convulsed. It was unbelievably erotic being down there with her as she started to drown. But I finally had to surface to get a breath.

Out of empathy for her, I inhaled deeply before going right back down. By then, Melissa was in full-blown drowning mode. She hitched and convulsed like crazy as I pressed up against her naked body.

It was incredible to experience, witnessing her gulp, shudder and drown. I’m ashamed to admit I had another orgasm watching her go lifeless against that post with our breasts mashed together. At that moment I was nearly overcome with a tremendous desire to have Ricky drown me out here with ‘em.

Ricky and I finally ended up surfacing at about the same time. “Yours?” I gasped as I looked over at him. He just nodded quietly.

“Then I guess we can go in now; eh, love? It looks like they’ve both drowned.” He nodded again.

We swam back to shore where we laid out upon the beach in the afternoon sun to dry. “Did you get her to cum?” I finally asked him. He nodded without speaking.

I really wanted to know. So I boldly asked him, “Did you cum inside her while she was drowning?” He gave me an embarrassed look before shamefully nodding again.

“Bloody hell, love!” I panted. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Then I thought about it for a second before adding, “Maybe you’d rather drown me out here in the surf.”

“I thought you wanted to hang.”

“Oh, but I do!” I replied. Then a wave came in and climbed partway up my legs, causing inspiration to strike.

“Fuck me!” I begged. “Do it while the tide’s still coming in!” Then I laid flat upon my back and spread my arms and legs as though I was all staked out.

He looked around, but we didn’t see anyone else in the immediate vicinity. Melissa and Melinda were fully submerged; they certainly weren’t going to tell anyone about it. So he came right over and climbed on top of me. Then he slipped inside me and started fucking me.

We stayed like that as the tide continued coming in. It soon started washing over us. Then he kissed me hard as he really fucked me.

A wave came in and totally covered me. I let out a bubbly grunt into his mouth as he kept thrusting into me. But I deliberately kept my arms and legs splayed open, pretending I was helplessly staked out.

The water receded, allowing me to breathe. Another wave came in, but it also receded just enough. But the third wave covered over me and stayed that way.

I bubbled like crazy as I bucked and shuddered beneath him. That’s when I felt Ricky cum inside me. It triggered me into cumming hard like the London tart I am.

For a moment I was sure he was going to drown me. And I don’t think I would have minded all that much. But Ricky finally lifted his head up, pulling mine up with him and allowing me to cough like crazy.

“Bloody hell!” I gasped. “I really needed that! Maybe you ought to drown me instead!” He just smiled as he helped me sit upright in the surf where we made out like crazy.

We finally got dressed and headed back to our room. We got cleaned up before changing into some nicer clothes. Then we went down to the hotel restaurant for supper.

12/12/25; ed. 2/28/26

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Heads will roll 4.2 (24)

Posted on February 23, 2026 by riwa

It cost a lot. But my buddy Dan and I managed to get tickets to a game show called Heads Will Roll. We even got lucky and got seats close to the front of the stage.

We were excited as hell when the announcer called the contestants forward. They walked in naked in single file to wild applause. And they all looked pretty good. That’s because we’d learned these 8 ladies had supposedly volunteered to participate after their porn websites had folded.

Each one was accompanied by a naked male who was sporting an erection. The bonus to this show was that the ladies were supposed to be fucked while risking their lives in guillotines. That was the reason why Dan had wanted to come with me in the first place. He wanted to hear the sexual groans of the women while they were being fucked with guillotine blades ominously hanging above them.

Their male companions marched them up to the 8 guillotines all lined up in a row. Then they had them bend over at the waist. All of them ended up lying down upon their chests on the cushioned benches, their asses even with the cocks that would soon be thrusting into them.

Their arms were tightly strapped down to their sides. Then their heads were locked into their guillotines. Shallow wicker baskets sat at the base of each guillotine to collect their heads.

Dan and I quickly consulted our programs for the evening’s festivities just to see what was going to happen and who was participating. The event was to be spread out over ninety minutes. Blades were scheduled to fall randomly at between ten to thirteen minute intervals.

The blonde in the very first guillotine was named Molly. According to the program, her website had fallen upon hard times. Therefore, she had volunteered to be a participant on Heads Will Roll, as she hadn’t wanted to starve. Besides, there was a lot of famine taking place throughout the world lately.

The program said that a man named Denton was to be her sexual partner and that their relationship was an unusual one. That’s because Denton was her rapist. It turns out he had broken into her home some years ago and had raped her for 24 hours solid before leaving her bruised and beaten.

Amazingly, Denton had returned a few more times to rape her. But Molly had never reported him, not that it would have done much good what with all the lawlessness taking place. Besides, she’d admitted to the producers of the show that sex with Denton, rough though it had always been, was the best she’d ever received.

If she won, she was going to use her winnings to feed herself and Denton for six months. If she lost, that meant she would lose her head and would not have to worry about life on earth anymore. For her, it was a win-win situation.

As for Denton? He admitted that he loved fucking the shit out of Molly. He loved making her hurt, and he loved making her moan and cry out as he abused her body. So he was looking forward to raping her cunt and ass on live TV. But supposedly Molly was looking forward to it as well.

In the guillotine next to her went a long-haired blonde named Jeni. She was the youngest of the contestants. She was here because her website had also crashed along with many others when the economy had gone to hell.


Interestingly enough, Jeni’s male companion turned out to be her father. He had taken to fucking her shortly after her 18th birthday. The story was that her mother’s sexual organs had been damaged during a car accident. So one night she had helped her husband rape her only daughter.

Jeni had learned to enjoy her father’s nightly romps. She enjoyed it so much that her mother was no longer needed to hold her down, although the woman enjoyed doing that in order to dominate her daughter. According to the program, Jeni admitted that her father had the biggest cock she had ever taken.

An Asian named Tela settled into the third guillotine right next to Jeni. So I read the program on her. It turns out her sexual companion was a burly male of dubious Eastern Oriental origin.

It seems Tela had stolen a bunch of money from a yakuza boss in order to fund her website. When she was discovered, the boss had wanted to behead her immediately. Then the opportunity for this game show had presented itself. So the yakuza boss agreed to a compromise.

Tela would be fucked in the guillotine by a big, burly yakuza enforcer. If she won, her winnings would be transferred over to the man she’d stolen from, essentially putting her back to square one. If she lost, she will have paid for her crime by forfeiting her head.


Tela secretly admitted to the producers she was here for the thrill. She believed she was going to lose either way. But she was an adventurous sort who wanted to try something dangerous and exotic.

Julia was the next contestant who took up the fourth position in the row of guillotines. She calmly bent over the cushioned bench and stuck her head into the lunette as though this was nothing at all to her. Her aroused, naked male companion calmly strapped her in.

Julia’s sexual companion was an African-American by the name of Spike. According to the program, Spike was her pimp and part owner of her website. When her revenue had dried up, he had chosen to take it out on her in trade. Now he was protecting his investment as well as enjoying what he referred to as “a nice piece of ass”.

Julia loved her dicks to be of a darker skin tone. She claimed they were the best when it came to being fucked. The men she knew attached to those dicks usually took what they wanted by force. And Julia enjoyed being on the receiving end of rough sex.


Next was a black haired, big-breasted gal by the name of Ebony. Her website advertised latex, rubber and incest. And like the others, she had also fallen on hard times.

Her reasons for taking part in the game show were familiar ones. She’d taken out a loan, expecting to pay it back from the revenue of her business. But business had dried up after the economic crash.

The incest part of her business was participating with her tonight. Ebony’s big brother Butch was to be her sexual partner. She loved her brother, and she loved his large cock.


In the program, she claimed her first encounter with her brother had taken place back when she had caught him masturbating in their backyard pool. She’d immediately told him she was going to tell his girlfriend what she’d seen. His response had been immediate.

He pulled her in with him. Then he made her suck his dick underwater. That’s when she’d gotten a good look at his nine inch member before being forced to deep-throat it.

He’d half-drowned her until she’d been forced to swallow his load. Then he’d sworn her to secrecy. But the memory of that moment had changed her forever.

On another day she caught him skinny-dipping and masturbating again. So she deliberately jumped in naked with him and taunted him. That earned her another forced underwater blowjob. Afterwards, he’d warned her he would fuck her bubble-butt if she ever did it again.

Ebony had admitted to the producers of the game show that she hadn’t been able to resist. She’d desperately wanted to feel him inside her. So she jumped naked into the water with him the next time she caught him masturbating.

True to his word, he’d grabbed her and fucked her face. Then he’d turned her around and fucked her bubble-butt underwater, forcing massive orgasms out of her body while making her hold her breath. From that day on, she was hooked on his dick.

In the sixth position went a woman named Nikki. She worked in a prison where she had started a website by fucking the prisoners on her watch. But she had recently been caught by the prison staff and had been discharged, causing her website to get shut down. In desperation, she had applied to be on this game show to earn enough money to live.

Her sexual partner was a man named Dominic, a sadist and murderer of women. He’d abused her in prison many times during the recordings for her website. Nikki admitted to producers that she just loved the idea of being fucked and beheaded by a prisoner like Dominic. It was the thrill of a lifetime, one she just couldn’t pass up.


Next was a blonde named Viper. She was found in a women’s prison, guilty of first-degree murder. She had tied up and tortured to death a mother, father and two daughters aged 19 and 20. Worse, she had broadcast it on a live video feed.

Her sexual partner? It turns out he was a muscular man named Alan, the surviving son who’d been away in the military during her assault on his family. When he’d learned about the game show, he’d decided this would be the opportunity of a lifetime for the ultimate revenge. After her beheading, he told producers he was going to use her head as a masturbation device every night before going to bed.


When the gameshow format had been revealed, he had submitted Viper’s name in the hopes of watching her beheading. He was also looking forward to fucking her. But if she won, he was determined to receive her winnings before making sure she went back to prison to rot.

Naturally Viper had not been given much of a choice. The prison staff intensely disliked her. So she could either become a willing participant on the game show, or she could find her food rations “accidentally” limited. Faced with the prospect of slow starvation, she had chosen the game show. Oddly, she’d told producers she was looking forward to being raped by the son she’d missed snuffing.

Taking up the last guillotine was a woman named Tilly. She was a big-breasted brunette. As it turns out, her website had been secretly sabotaged by her extended family.

Tilly had not learned until the very last minute that her sexual partner was to be her uncle. He had secretly lusted after her for many years. The idea of fucking his niece as she lay helpless in a guillotine appealed greatly to him. His only surprise was that it had worked out so well, and that she had actually volunteered out of shame more than anything else.


With all eight contestants lying down upon their cushioned supports, their heads locked into their guillotines, the Master of Ceremonies came out to enthusiastic applause. He explained what the programs in the hands of the audience had already laid out.

The game would last roughly ninety minutes. Each contestant would be fucked as they waited for their blade to drop. The blades were set on a random timer. So there was no way of knowing when the first blade would fall, nor which contestant would end up losing her head.

He told the audience that the sexual partners had been treated to those special pills. This way their cocks would not soften anytime soon. That meant they might cum many times into their girls before the night was over, whether she be alive or headless.

The MC knew the audience was eager for heads to roll. So he told the sexual partners to step forward and start thrusting into their girls. They were allowed to use any hole of their choosing.

Molly in guillotine #1 cried out, “OH FUCK; MY ASS!” Tela in guillotine #3 also cried out as she got it up the ass. The yakuza boss had instructed her rapist to anally abuse her for the duration of the game show.

Jeni in #2 cried out, “Oh, daddy; YEAH!” Ebony in #5 declared, “Gawd yeah; fuck me, Butch!” Viper in #7 winced as though she, too, was getting fucked up the ass, no doubt for the murder of her rapist’s family.

As moans came from all eight guillotines, the big digital timer on the wall behind the contestants began ticking… 0:00:01…0:00:02… 0:00:03. But the contestants and their partners did not see it. Thus, they had no way of knowing what the time was, much less how close they might be for the first blade to fall.

I turned to my buddy and eagerly asked, “What do you think, Dan?” That’s when I saw his fly was open, his cock in his hand. He was already getting into the spirit of things.

Molly, Tela and Viper got a brutal ass-fucking. Alan acted like he wanted Viper to hurt. She winced and cried out, but there was little she could do about it.

As the timer ticked past the 5:00 mark, I casually asked Dan who he wanted to see beheaded first. He said he didn’t know and he didn’t care. But he told me he did want the most vocal ones to last the longest.

I asked him who was going to cum first. He told me he thought it would be Julia taking that big black cock. She was acting like quite the whore.

I couldn’t decide if maybe one of the girls getting it up the ass was going to pop off first. Then Ebony cried out, “FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” Molly and Tela went off a short time later, both of whom were getting a good butt-fucking.

At 6:25:17 Jeni in the #2 guillotine cried out, “OH DADDY!” as she climaxed. Then Nikki went off in #6 as the prisoner she’d brought along to fuck her forced an orgasm out of her. Tilly in the #8 machine kept anxiously glancing down the row of guillotines. I couldn’t tell whether she was wincing from pleasure or from fright.

Tela’s yakuza rapist roared his release up her ass, causing her to cry out again. Then Alan cried out, “TAKE THAT, BITCH!” as he came up Viper’s anal passage in her #7 position. She screamed from a mixture of pain and pleasure.

At 10:00:00 the audience started to lean forward with anticipation. The ladies who were looking up at them began to tense up, sensing someone’s blade was about to fall. There were more moans and groans, followed by a few anxious whimpers.

Tilly in #8 cried out, “GAWD; NO!” as she climaxed loudly. Jeni in #2 gasped, “DADDY??” A few seconds later – at 11:27:13 to be precise – her blade came whooshing down with a loud THUNK. The audience cheered and applauded the sudden loss of her head.

Jeni’s head dropped just like that into her shallow basket below, leaving her severed, bleeding neck stump sticking up out of the wicker. That’s when her father cried out, “Fuck; what a rush!” Molly and Tela screamed in horror at the sight of her severed head in the wicker basket below as they were fucked in their guillotines on either side of her. Both experienced anal orgasms from the fear and arousal of the moment.

The rest of the ladies jerked with a start at the sudden drop of a blade. There were anxious groans and cries. Meanwhile, the MC called out, “Just keep fucking your daughter, Sir!” He received a lot of applause for his declaration, so the father kept fucking his spasming, headless daughter’s cunt.

At that moment, things suddenly became serious. The remaining women were able to turn their heads enough to get a glimpse of Jeni’s severed head lying in her shallow wicker basket. Fortunately her blade blocked her severed neck so the blood pouring out and down into the drain below did not pump out onto her dispatched skull.

“Wasn’t expecting her to go first,” my buddy Dan panted after he had climaxed all over his pants. But he just kept perversely stroking his dick.

“Feels so good, honey!” Jeni’s father called out as though she was still with us. “Fuck; you’re really clenching tightly around my dick!” For some reason that encouraged the other fuckers and rapists to apply themselves a little more aggressively to the task at hand.

The groans and whimpers became more anxious. Occasionally I would see a woman glance around to the ones on either side of her. Was she wondering if it would be her head that might fall next? Or would it be the head of her neighbor?

The audience began leaning forward at around the 20:00:00 mark. They soon began murmuring at 21:00:00. By 22:00:00 they were all but clamoring for another head to fall.

Dan and I both leaned forward along with the rest of the audience, eager to see just who would be beheaded next. I could see in the faces of the women being fucked just how anxious they had now become. Perhaps now, after witnessing the first beheading, they were not quite so consensual about the whole thing.

Julia in the #4 guillotine suddenly cried out, “GAWD; NO!” before climaxing hard. She must have sensed a blade was going to come down at any moment. But it wasn’t hers that fell.

Tilly was in the middle of trying to catch her breath when her blade suddenly dropped with a loud THUNK, startling the hell out of the other contestants. Her naked body jerked the moment the blade severed her neck. Her head tumbled before landing in the wicker face up, an expression of shock in her eyes as her mouth gaped open wide. The audience along with Dan and I loudly cheered and applauded.

Viper and Nikki in #7 and #6 let out screams upon seeing her head fall. Then both appeared to faint at the sight of Tilly’s head in her basket. The rest of the girls moaned, groaned and whimpered anew.

The MC suddenly called out, “Keep fucking those bitches and those corpses, gentlemen! Enjoy yourselves! We all know the audience wants you to; isn’t that right, folks?” To that, we all gave the male partners a loud cheer along with hearty applause.

“What do you think?” I asked Dan as I struggled to pull my erection out of my pants. It’s stiffness was making me uncomfortable.

“Damn!” was all he panted as he kept stroking himself.

The audience appeared to sit back in their chairs as they watched the activities up on the stage. Then Molly cried out, “YOU’RE RAPING ME; YOU’RE RAPING ME!”

“Yeah, I am” was Denton’s reply as he rammed her ass hard. That’s when she screamed from pain and pleasure.

I could tell she’d become anxious. After all, Jeni’s head lay right there within easy view. Molly and Tela’s eyes were open wide as they looked briefly at each other, making me wonder if they were wondering which of them was going to go next.

Viper and Nikki kept looking down at Tilly’s severed head in her basket. Her body rocked as her uncle really thrust into her corpse. Both whimpered as they glanced down along the row of remaining heads.

The digital timer passed 25:00:00, and then reached 30:00:00. The suspense was killing me. I mentally calculated ahead to anticipate when the next beheading would take place. I figured it would occur sometime between the 33rd and 36th minute.

The audience soon began leaning forward again. The remaining ladies noticed and began to writhe and whimper with growing anxiety. They knew by now that whenever we all started leaning forward with anticipation, that meant another blade was about to fall.

Ebony cried out in orgasm in her #5 position. Her brother roared out his release. Then Nikki and Viper cried out in orgasm as well, with Alan roaring out a guttural cry of satisfaction as he pumped a load into his family’s murderer.

The timer had reached 34:12:15 when Tela cried out, “FUCK ME – FUCK ME! I WANNA CUM ONE LAST TIME!” Perhaps she wanted one last cum before losing her head. So the yakuza enforcer dutifully fucked her harder.

Next to her, Julia cried out for Spike to fuck her harder as well. That’s when he pulled out and rammed it into her ass. Julia screamed from the sudden violation.

The others became even more anxious, their cries intensifying. Nikki in #6 gasped, “NOT YET-NOT YET!” Viper just screamed as Alan brutally pounded her ass.

Tela screamed out, “GAWD, NOT ME!” Next to her, Julia cried out, “OHFUCK-OHFUCK-OHFUCK!” They were all anxious.

I leaned toward Dan and quietly asked, “Which one’s next?” as I stroked harder and faster. He just shook his head. Clearly he didn’t have a clue.

Tela and Julia screamed together. Then a blade came whooshing down at 35:17:43 with a loud THUNK. All the ladies jerked with a start as Julia’s head tumbled into her wicker basket below, her naked body jerking and spasming in response.

Tela and Ebony cried out on either side of her in guillotines #3 and #5. Then they promptly fainted dead away. Their rapists just kept fucking them until they stirred and began groaning again.

Spike let out a cry of orgasm, declaring how tight Julia’s dead ass had become as we all cheered and applauded him. Then Molly’s rapist let out a roar as he filled her with his spunk. She promptly cried out in orgasm before losing consciousness for a few moments.

The audience settled back to catch their breath. They knew the next one wouldn’t be for another ten minutes at least. Supposedly that gave the women in the guillotines a chance to catch their breaths as well. But now they were ALL getting it up the ass.

There were a lot of groans, whimpers and anxious cries. Molly, Tela and Ebony kept looking down at Jeni’s head in the #2 wicker and then Julia’s in the #4 wicker. Occasionally they glanced anxiously at each other.

Nikki and Viper huffed and puffed as they were fucked side by side in #6 and #7. We heard the occasional cry of pain as both girls took it up the ass. It seemed that all pussies had been abandoned, the anal hole now being the hole of choice.

“How’s it feel, ladies?” a female voice called out from the audience. “Take Viper’s head next!” another shouted. “No; take Ebony!” a third voice proclaimed. “Viper should suffer all the way to the end!” The audience cheered that remark, causing Viper to wince in agony.

Dan was hard and ready to spurt again. But so was I. I figured I was probably going to cum on this fourth one. Around us could be heard the gasps, groans and cries of audience members sexually getting themselves off.

We all began leaning forward at about the 45:00:00 mark. The ladies caught sight of us and started whimpering again. That’s when they began looking anxiously at who was left while wondering if perhaps they might be next.

At 46:05:00 the women began writhing and groaning. “I WANNA CUM ONE LAST TIME!” Molly shrieked. “FUCK ME HARD, BUTCH!” Ebony cried out.

There were more groans and cries over the next minute. “I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Nikki suddenly exclaimed. Then she screamed.

Amazingly, it was her blade that fell at 47:23:05, silencing her cries forever. Dominic, her rapist, let out a “FUUUUCK!” as he pumped a load deep into her ass.

Ebony and Viper in #5 and #7 let out cries of anal orgasms on either side of her as they stared down at her bloody head suddenly appearing in her wicker basket, a look of shock and horror in her expression. Molly and Tela promptly fainted dead away.

Something about Nikki’s beheading made my cock spurt. I got cum all over my pants. But I didn’t care. Glancing around, I noticed I wasn’t the only male stroking a dick through his fly. But some guys had shamelessly pulled down their pants where they sat.

The four remaining contestants writhed, groaned and whimpered in their guillotines. But looking downward for a moment of relief did not help. That’s because there were severed heads in wicker baskets below, a couple looking up in lifeless shock at them from either side of their guillotines.

It suddenly struck me that all the even numbered blades had fallen: Jeni in #2, Julia in #4, Nikki in #6, and Tilly in #8. That left Molly and her rapist Denton in #1, Tela and her yakuza enforcer in #3, Ebony and her brother Butch in #5 and Viper and the vengeful son Alan in #7.

I curiously looked over at Dan. But he only had eyes for the remaining women on the stage. He didn’t even seem aware of the discovery I’d made… or maybe he just didn’t care.

I suddenly became a little suspicious. Was it coincidental the way the last four had been left to look down at severed heads lying below on either side of them? A part of me didn’t think so.

I looked up at the timer. We were now approaching 60 minutes. That meant another head would be coming off soon.

Molly’s ass was really getting pounded. It made me wonder if she regretted bringing along her rapist. He certainly seemed intent on hurting her while she was still alive to feel it.

Tela cried out again in sexual agony. Did she now regret crossing that yakuza boss? I could tell how anxious she had become the way she kept glancing down at the heads in the baskets on either side of her guillotine.

Ebony huffed and puffed as her brother Butch really let her have it. She let out a cry of “FUCK!” before cumming again. Was she starting to regret including him in her porn website which had now brought her to this moment?

Viper struggled to catch her breath. Then she screamed from the pain and pleasure of her rape. I think all of us were glad she’d made it this far. She deserved so much more for what she had done to Alan’s family while recording and broadcasting it.

The digital timer reached 57:00:00. The audience leaned forward again. Ebony whimpered “Ohgawd” as Molly started gasping “No – no – no!”

Alan began savagely pounding away into Viper’s ass. Her body rocked with each thrust. Then she began to whimper again with growing anxiety.

Tela cried out, “FUCK!” before screaming in pain and pleasure. Perhaps she hoped her cry would ease her agony. A moment later, the yakuza enforcer roared his release.

Ebony cried out as her body bucked and shuddered in orgasm. That’s when Molly let out a scream of orgasm and pain. A moment later, her blade dropped in the #1 guillotine to the cheers and applause of the spectators.

Molly’s head tumbled forward, spinning until her skull landed with her eyes looking up in shock. Her mouth gaped open from her silenced cry. Then her eyes blinked as her lips quivered while she bled out copious amounts of blood on the other side of the fallen blade.

“FUCK!” Denton bellowed in a cry of pleasure. “There goes my bitch! She’s really clenching now!” That just increased the cheers and intensity of our fevered cries of excitement and release as several males and females orgasmed all around where Dan and I were sitting.

Tela stared at the sudden appearance of another head in a formerly empty wicker basket. Then she climaxed in shock and agony. Her yakuza enforcer just kept hammering her until she passed out again for a few seconds.

Ebony and Viper exchanged worried glances at each other as their bodies rocked in their guillotines. Were they wondering which one of them would go next? Then Nikki’s headless body in the #6 guillotine appeared to hitch as though her blade had fallen all over again, much to the delight of the audience.

The timer ticked through the 6o minute mark and kept going. There were now three more heads to go. Who would be left to survive? I figured Dan didn’t care, considering all the cum on his pants as he continued eagerly stroking himself.

I also stroked as I eagerly watched what was happening up on the stage. Headless bodies were still being fucked. Amazingly, I saw them occasionally hitch and quiver as though there was still some life left in them.

“Fuck; I’m gonna die!” Ebony gasped anxiously. “One more cum; I want one more cum!” Her brother accommodated her by really pounding her ass hard.

Tela’s yakuza enforcer pulled out of her ass, deciding he wanted to rape her cunt for a bit. Her eyes flew open in surprise. Then she screamed in pain and pleasure as she loudly climaxed.

Viper panted heavily for breath as she looked down in growing horror at the heads in the wicker baskets below. She must have gone numb or something. A moment later she began gasping, “My cunt – my cunt; please fuck my cunt!”

Maybe she wanted pleasure. But Alan was not about to give her the satisfaction. He just rammed her ass even harder, making her scream in agony.

The audience soon began to lean forward again with anticipation. The three remaining females caught sight of us and quickly deduced what was about to happen. That’s when they all began to hyperventilate as the clock reached 71:23:35.

It was Tela, Ebony and Viper in #3, #5, and #7. Who was it going to be? That’s when I found myself beginning to formulate a hypothesis.

Butch suddenly began making hard thrusts into his sister. Ebony rocked with each violent thrust as she cried out. Then her blade abruptly fell at 73:24:03 with a loud THUNK, silencing her forever.

Tela and Viper jerked with a start at the fall of the blade. Then they let out anxious cries before promptly passing out again. Were they relieved to have avoided a beheading? Or did they wish they had been beheaded so as to avoid any further suspense?

Ebony’s body immediately began bucking and heaving as her head settled into the wicker below. She ended up face down, so we didn’t get to see her expression. That’s when Butch cried out, proclaiming how good his sister felt as her ass clenched tightly around his shaft.

Molly’s beheaded body suddenly bucked a little as though the blade had come down on her neck all over again. Then Nikki’s corpse went into gentle spasms. We all cheered and applauded the perverted display.

I glanced over at Dan. I was going to say something to him, but he was too busy stroking himself. But then again, so was I. I was certain I was probably going to cum once the final blade came down.

The audience eagerly looked upon the two remaining women in the guillotines; Tela in #3 and Viper in #7. They groaned, winced and panted as they both got pounded. By now, the yakuza enforcer had gone back to fucking her ass, no doubt hoping her blade would be the one to fall.

As the timer ticked past 80:00:00 I heard members of the audience begin cheering for the beheading they wished for. The majority of them clearly wanted Viper to lose her head. I could not blame them.

On the other hand, I was curious about the yakuza boss wanting Tela’s head. A thought suddenly occurred to me. Was it possible he could pay off the producers of the game show to get the ending he desired?

Tela and Viper were brutally fucked as the timer ticked past 85:00:00. More audience members took up the cry, rooting for Viper to buy it. By now, I could tell she had reached the point where she preferred to keep her head.

Tela gasped and cried out as she was fucked in the #3 spot. I also got the impression she wanted to live as well. So which one of them was going to end up disappointed… and headless?

The spectators began leaning forward in their seats. I heard multiple gasps, moans and whimpers from the people sitting around me. Dan’s eyes darted back and forth between Tela and Viper as he eagerly stroked himself.

I kept running it over in my mind who might win and who might lose. I was sure the majority of the audience wanted Viper dead. But how much influence did the yakuza boss have on the producers of the show?

The cheers got louder as the timer passed 87:00:00. Both women gasped and whimpered. But this time, neither one spoke out. Maybe they were afraid anything they might say would badly influence how the last blade might fall.

Tela suddenly began crying out, “NO – NO – NO; I’M SORRY – I’M SORRY; DON’T TAKE MY HEAD!” That did little good. In fact, it spurred the yakuza enforcer to thrust into her just as hard as he could.

“FUCK; I’M SORRY!” Viper screamed. “I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST LET ME LIVE!”

Tela cried out as she writhed in obvious orgasm. Viper shrieked from fear, panic and arousal. The audience was on the edge of their seats.

It happened so fast that I almost missed it. Viper’s blade suddenly came whooshing down. A split-second later, Tela’s blade dropped too.

Both voices were instantly silenced. There was the dramatic sound of THUNK – THUNK as both blades bottomed out at almost the exact same time. Viper’s headless body jerked as her skull tumbled into the wicker below. Tela’s headless form appeared to shudder hard. Alan and the yakuza enforcer cried out together as though they were spurting into their charges at roughly the same moment.

My buddy Dan shot his load almost immediately. The double-beheading caught me by such surprise that I ejaculated as well. All around us were the sounds of spectators cheering, climaxing, crying out and groaning.

In the basket I could just make out Tela’s startled expression. Her mouth gaped open as her lips quivered. In the other basket Viper’s expression was screwed up in horror as though she’d just seen a demon… or perhaps a vision of the hell she was now heading for.

I heard the MC’s voice over the chaos that erupted. The cried from the crowd momentarily died off. Then we all heard him speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that the system was unable to prevent the last blade from falling in time. The random program must have committed both blades to fall so close together as to miss locking down the last one. But replay indicates that Viper’s blade fell first by the thinnest of margins. Thus, she has been eliminated.” No one shed a tear as we all whooped and hollered.

“The winner of this contest is Miss Tela,” the MC went on. “Her prize money will be sent to the appropriate individuals.” That indicated the yakuza boss was going to get a double bonus of being paid off while also getting Tela’s head.

At that moment, Alan came around in front of his guillotine with Viper. He reached down and pulled up her severed skull. Then he shamelessly fucked her mouth with his cock. The audience went wild.

Butch came around and picked up his sister Ebony’s skull. He thrust through her neck stump before walking over to Alan. This elicited a rousing cheer.

Alan pulled out of Viper’s mouth. Then he thrust into her neck stump. Butch stepped forward toward him and made his sister’s mouth kiss Viper’s, the two dicks occasionally peeking out.

There were squeals of laughter and enthusiasm. Then both cocks went off. Alan’s cum spurted out of Viper’s mouth to splatter Ebony’s face, while the cock in Ebony’s mouth spurted onto Viper’s horrified expression.

The crowd erupted in cheers. I could just make out the MC’s voice declaring, “GOOD NIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. HAVE A SAFE DRIVE HOME!” Then the spectators rushed forward to have a closer look at the heads and bodies of the deceased.

9/15/25 Inspired by an idea by Anubis and including the pictures he sent.

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Santamos Island boat rides 4.3 (31)

Posted on February 16, 2026 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

It became known to the Santamos Island authorities that certain of their guests were using boaters from the marina to take them out for a last ride. But it was deemed unwise to discourage them from taking passengers out for what was to be a final plunge rather than forcing them to use the tidal stakes or a simple beach staking-out.

Santamos Island chose financial gain by contracting out a couple of charter boats. Rather than limiting a tourist’s bubbly end to the tidal stakes, this offered the potential of a variety of drowning alternatives. Now guests could be taken out of the marina into open ocean on a one-way trip so long as the proper paperwork had been filed.

So as not to over-regulate the issue, the method of disposition was left to the individual. Creativity was not actively discouraged, so long as the boat captains approved of the method requested by the tourist. Thus, a couple of scuba divers were kept on hand for the express purpose of helping to drown their clients during a particular dive should their services be required.

These are two of their stories…

1

Elizabeth Mannerly found herself getting deeper and deeper into debt. Worse, she had not found a man to marry who would help pay off her liabilities. The older she got, the pickier she became, and the more unlikely it would be to snag the man of her dreams: one who was 6’3”, had six-pack abs, earned a six figure income above 500k, and had more than six inches down below.

In desperation, she sold off her possessions and paid off what debts she could. Then she bought a life insurance policy that she hoped would cover the rest. Her plan was to arrange an accidental drowning.

She was unsure how to embark on such a venture until she read that Santamos Island had added a drowning feature to their list of methods clients could use to end themselves. An “accidental drowning” off a boat looked like it would be ideal. So she scraped up what money she had left and flew to the island.

When she arrived, she contacted the authorities and was directed to the hotel concierge. All that was needed on her part was a signature. No questions would be asked. Elizabeth Mannerly promptly signed on the dotted line.

She was given a ride down to the marina where she was introduced to Don Dapperlee. He owned a small boat moored to the dock. She explained she wanted to be taken out to drown.

He asked what her conditions were. She thought it would be lovely to end up on the ocean floor where the fish would feed on her body. He said that could be arranged.

She paid the fee, which turned out to be the last of her cash. Then they motored out. She kept to herself in the back of the boat as Don motored her out to a spot he thought she would enjoy.

He reached a point where he dropped anchor. Then he asked for more details. That’s when she noticed his scuba gear.

“Could you get me down to the ocean floor with that?” she asked.

He said it would be unwise without becoming scuba certified. There would be inherent dangers. She just smiled at the irony of his words.

“Just get me down long enough to enjoy the bottom,” she told him. “I want to be able to get a few breaths of air. Then I won’t need you or your scuba services anymore.” He said that he understood and that he believed he could accommodate her wishes.

He asked her no questions as he suited up. There was no point in trying to talk the client out of a particular course of action. After all, she’d paid to be brought out and drowned. It was best not to get involved in their affairs.

As he finished gearing up in his suit and scuba, Elizabeth stripped down to her dark blue thong underwear. Upon noticing him staring, she smiled appreciatively. It had been awhile since a male had ogled her that way.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she purred seductively.

“I don’t mind,” he replied with a smile. “I am here to grant your request in any manner you wish.”

“Good. I always did like to swim topless back home. Just dispose of my clothes when you get back to the marina.” He nodded that he understood.

He provided her with a dive mask. Then he spent a few minutes training her how to breathe from a regulator. She was a quick learner.

Where he dropped anchor gave them ample light at the bottom of the ocean. It was not too deep, allowing him to return to the surface without pushing too many safety limits. When he asked if this place would suit her needs, she replied by going over the side in her dive mask and blue thong.

He went over with her and joined her in the water. They spent a few more minutes at the surface until she was comfortable using the regulator. Then she told him she was ready.

He asked what she wanted him to do once she reached the bottom. She told him she would need him to help hold her down once she was committed. She said she was more than willing, but that her body might try to override her decision.

He asked if she wanted the regulator on her way down. She told him no. She said she would only need a few hits of breath on the bottom until she was ready to drown.

They slowly made their way down to the ocean floor. He kept admiring her beauty and her full breasts. He couldn’t help wondering what had brought her out here to drown. But again, he decided it was probably best not to know those details.

They reached the bottom where she motioned for a breath from his regulator. He removed it from his mouth, giving her all the air she needed. But she returned it after fifteen seconds. After all, this wasn’t a vacation, and she wasn’t planning on taking up any more of his time than was absolutely necessary.

She motioned… “Can I swim around and have a look?” He motioned back that it was all right with him. So she looked around, admiring what she saw on the ocean floor.

She was suddenly struck by a wave of hesitation. She could feel her resolve faltering. It was best to get this thing over with before she changed her mind. Besides, she didn’t have any money left, as she’d given Don the last of her cash when she’d boarded his boat.

She motioned him over, indicating it was time. Then she tapped her lips, indicating she wanted one last breath. He moved close, removed the regulator from his mouth and gave it to her.

She breathed deeply from his regulator, getting all the air she needed. Then she gave it back to him. That’s when she slowly removed her dive mask and allowed it to drift to the ocean floor.

She turned around until her back was to him. She did not see him put the reg back between his lips. So long as he could breathe, what did it matter?

Instinctively, she held her breath as she heard him breathe from his scuba tank. She idly wondered what drowning was going to feel like. She figured she would know in another minute or two, depending on how long it took.

She felt him grasp her neck and shoulders. She reached up with her hands and tapped him reassuringly. This was exactly what she wanted him to do in case her body decided to panic and rebel.

The strain grew stronger within her chest as she closed her eyes. Then her lungs started to heave. It wouldn’t be much longer now.

She tried to remain perfectly calm. But her body began to react by wriggling and struggling a little. So she reached up to make sure he had a good grasp upon her neck and shoulders, tapping his hands reassuringly.

The strain in her lungs intensified. She felt like she wanted to go back to the surface. But he firmly pushed down on her, keeping her submerged in the depths.


She tried not to resist, tried not to put up a struggle. But her body wanted air. Only she’d already indicated this was it.

Oddly, she was incredibly aroused as her chest heaved, her stomach rippling. She tried to remain calm. But her body desperately wanted to breathe.

Her lungs heaved ominously in her chest. Her hands instinctively shot up, clawing for his regulator between his lips. But oddly, it wasn’t there. He’d popped it out of his mouth to instinctively hold his breath with her during her final moments.

Her lungs heaved again. That’s when she really panicked, clawing at his hands holding her down. He just gripped her tighter until her lungs gave out.

She suddenly spewed her breath away. That’s when she began hitching and gurgling. Elizabeth promptly gulped water down her throat and into her lungs.

At that moment, she felt it explode in her crotch. She bucked and shuddered as she climaxed while coughing up air and water. Gawd; her nipples felt painfully hard upon her chest!

She inhaled painfully, causing her to shudder again from another orgasm. She finally stopped struggling against him as her arms relaxed. It hurt like hell, yet she felt pleasure exploding outwardly from her crotch.

Through the pain, she realized she had accomplished her objective. He would leave her on the bottom as per her instructions. Hopefully, this would help pay off her remaining debts. Then her consciousness ebbed away into nothingness.

He continued holding her down as her hair swirled about her head. She hitched and trembled as stray muscles fired. Then he let her go.

Stray bubbles dribbled out past her parted lips. He watched her body descend toward the floor of the ocean. Then he corralled his regulator and breathed from his scuba tank.

He located her dive mask and gathered it up. He watched as she lay serene upon the ocean floor, her eyes staring into space as stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. Then he bid her goodbye before heading back to the surface.

3/25/25 Inspired by Alasker’s AI creation.

2

Rusty Rumain walked up to the boat and saw him crouching in it near the stern in a pair of nerdy trunks and a navy-blue shirt. He was fiddling with some scuba gear. He appeared to be looking it over, testing it or something.

“You wouldn’t by any chance happen to be Don Dapperlee, would you?”

He looked up at the voice and saw her standing there. She was a fiery redhead in a skimpy, orange bikini. She had a white purse in her hands.

“Who wants to know?” he called out to her.

In response, she opened her purse and pulled out a paper before offering it to him. He stood up and came over to the side of the boat, taking it from her. Then he read its contents as she told him, “The hotel concierge referred me to you.”

He finished skimming it before handing it back. “I take it you want me to drown you?”

“Is your boat available?” Then she handed over her purse.

Curious, he took it and opened it up. When he saw all the cash inside, he gave it back to her. “Yes, ma’am. I’m available if you need my services.”

“May I come aboard?”

He went to the little gate on his boat and opened it up. She stepped aboard from the dock. The boat was just big enough that it hardly rocked at her presence.

He admired her lean body. Then he blinked his eyes and shook his head at the skimpy bikini. He was here to do a job, not have sex with the client.

She sat down near the back of the boat. Then she caressed the nearby scuba tank before asking. “Does this thing work?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I want something special, and I’m willing to pay for it. I’ll give you everything I’ve got in my purse.”

“You look like you have quite a bit in your purse, ma’am.”

She gave him a wry smile as she told him, “I won’t need it where I’m going; isn’t that right?”

He smiled back as he replied, “That’s correct, ma’am; not where I would be taking you.”

“Can you give me exactly what I want?”

“Now I don’t know about that, ma’am. What, exactly, do you want?”

“I want more than just a simple drowning experience. You see, when I was almost twenty years old I had a boyfriend who wrestled with me in our backyard pool. He really got carried away, and I ended up swallowing water. He finally had to fish me out of the pool and give me mouth-to-mouth.”

Don became confused. “You want mouth-to-mouth, ma’am?”

This frustrated Rusty a little. “No, damnit! I want you to drown me. But I want you to do it the way he did it… only better. You see, I had an orgasm while I was swallowing water, one of the most intense of my life. But I’ve never been able to replicate that experience. Guys have stopped just shy of drowning me, although one guy did make me cum while choking me as we were fucking.”

Don thoughtfully rubbed his chin. “So let me get this straight. You want me to make you cum while I’m drowning you?”

“That’s what I’m paying you for. I’ve gotten to the point where my body just won’t cum any other way. And it’s damned frustrating. So I’ve decided to go all out. I’ve learned how to scuba, and I can breathe from a regulator during a struggle underwater. So I want the full experience of fighting for my life until I cum as I drown.”

Don felt a bulge develop in his trunks. He fidgeted a little, causing her to look down at his crotch and smile. Then she added, “I’ll even make it worth your while.”

“How’s that?” he wanted to know.

“As I’m going, or after I’m gone, I want you to go right ahead and enjoy my body. Touch me; rub me; fuck me – anything you want. Just make sure I cum is all.”

“That’s a pretty tall order, ma’am. I don’t know whether or not I can promise that.”

She looked at him and smiled. “You ever drown anyone before?”

“I did one just the other day,” he replied. “I held her down at the bottom of the ocean until her lungs flooded.” He motioned at the vast expanse of water as he added, “She’s still out there somewhere, serving as fish food.”

Rusty inhaled sharply as a surge of erotic tingles hit her hard. “She’s really out there? Right now, even as we speak?” Don simply nodded.

She smiled warmly at him. “I think you’ll do just fine, Don. Can we go now?”

“Yes, ma’am.” And with that, he unhooked his boat from the dock, retrieving the mooring lines before starting up the engine and pulling away.

—

They motored out to a private cove a few miles from the marina. She told him she didn’t really need any deep water. Twenty or thirty feet ought to just about do it. She simply wanted him to pull her down below the surface and drown her on the bottom before having his way with her body.

Ultimately, Rusty didn’t give him very many details to work with. She wanted to give him as much leeway as possible. All she really wanted was an erotic struggle for her life that would end in failure and an orgasmic drowning.

When he asked about the aftermath, she reiterated her desire for him to enjoy her body. She said the idea of him fucking her during or after her drowning was a real turn-on. And since she had paperwork from the hotel concierge, she wasn’t supposed to return to the marina anyway.

Don told her he’d do his very best, although he couldn’t promise anything. She told him that was all right. He was authorized to keep her purse and all the contents. Besides, she had a feeling she could trust him to give her the drowning she craved.

When the boat was halted and the anchor tossed, Rusty walked over and climbed up onto the rail of his boat. “See you on the bottom, stud.” Then she dove into the water.

Don shrugged his shoulders. He was determined to do his best to help the crazy redhead. So he went over and geared up while remaining in his shirt and trunks.

He made sure his scuba tank and regulator were functioning properly. She said she’d probably try to use the reg a time or two before he finished her off. But he noted she didn’t seem to want to try it out first to see if she could breathe from it.

He went over to the side of the boat and looked down into the water. She was down near the ocean floor, a good twenty or thirty feet down. For the moment, she seemed perfectly happy with their present location.

He watched her come back up until she surfaced. She looked incredibly sexy in that skimpy orange bikini of hers. That’s when he felt his cock stiffen in his trunks.

She didn’t even look toward him or the boat. She simply took a deep breath before jackknifing downward. Then he saw her head for the bottom again.

Don liked her. He was certainly turned on at the idea of drowning her. And he was looking forward to using her body afterwards.

She was giving him a lot to work with. So he decided he was going to do his best to give her everything she wanted. And he was certainly going to take her up on her offer to use her body afterwards. Besides, he was going to need a release after she drowned.

He finished checking his gear. With his dive mask on his face, he sat on the rail before going over backward into the water. But he went over on the opposite side of the boat away from prying eyes. He was going to do his best to catch her unawares.

He got a view of her enjoying herself down on the bottom of the ocean. He figured it was just about the right amount of depth to work with. It allowed her plenty of room to swim down and back, while giving him more than enough water to carry out his assignment.

He headed down toward the ocean floor away from her, trying to keep out of sight. She looked like she was not paying any attention at all as to his whereabouts. He assumed that meant she wanted him to catch her completely by surprise.

He reached the bottom and ducked behind a formation, trying to make sure she didn’t notice his location from his bubbly exhalations. He watched as she headed for the surface. Her back was to him when he made his move.

She was at the surface treading water when he grabbed her ankle and jerked her under. She burbled in surprise as he pulled her downward. He was a little surprised over how much she kicked.

She dislodged him and shot back up to the surface. He shot up after her. She had just popped her head up for a quick breath when he wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her back down.

She twisted and bubbled in his grasp. He had to work to hold onto her. Had she changed her mind? Or did she simply want to get into the spirit of things?

She had a legally signed consent form from the hotel concierge in her purse. So her life was in his hands. Besides, his cock was hard as a rock in his trunks.

They twisted, rolled and bubbled about halfway down. She’d obviously struggled in the water before with others. Don had to work to keep her in his grasp.

She slipped away and shot up to the surface again. He kicked hard after her. She was barely up at the surface for another quick breath when he pulled her back down.

This time, he pushed her downward. He was going to get her to the bottom one way or another. No more breaths of air up at the surface.

She tried to break away again. He grasped onto her and pulled her to his chest. His hard cock pressed up against her crotch. He did not fail to notice her humping him for a few moments.

She suddenly snatched the reg out of his mouth. She exhaled through it before taking a breath. He was impressed at her abilities.

He did not fight for the regulator at first. Instead, he took her deeper into the water. They got down near the ocean floor before she realized she was trading air for depth, something that would become an issue if she lost the reg and needed to reach the surface.

He snatched the regulator away from her, exhaling into it before breathing from it. She tried to grab it back, but he brushed her hands away. Then he turned her around, figuring he could control her better from behind.

His erection pressed against her ass as she struggled in his grasp. A moment later he popped the strings to her bikini top. It came away as she twisted and bubbled.

She jerked out of his grasp again. But Don was unclear if he’d actually allowed her to get loose or whether she’d simply worked herself free. She headed for the surface again, only for him to grab an ankle and reel her back in before she could get there.

She bubbled as she cried out again. She successfully snatched the reg out of his mouth and slammed it between her lips. She cleared it quickly before taking a deep breath.

She twisted until he got a hand in her crotch. He groped her boobs before pulling on the regulator. He finally jerked it out of her mouth, crammed it between his lips, and breathed from it again after clearing it.

Rusty shook her head, crying out and bubbling as she fought against him. But it looked like she was tiring, and he was really getting aroused. She tried for his reg again, but he pulled it out of his mouth and cast it away so she couldn’t get to it.

She bubbled in horror as she reached out for it. He spun her around before forcing her down toward the sandy soil. She was almost flat on her back when she suddenly glubbed and inhaled.

Rusty immediately went into spasms as she began hitching and gurgling. There was a look of erotic surprise in her features. Her nipples were quite hard as she spasmed and convulsed.


Don wasted no time pulling her bottoms down. There was a discharge emanating from her slit as she involuntarily humped. That’s when he pulled his trunks down before sliding between her legs and entering her.

She looked at him without really seeing him as he corralled his reg and stuck it between his lips. He breathed deeply as he fucked her. She hitched and gurgled as he thrust in and out. Then he pushed down on her stomach, forcing out the rest of the air in her lungs.

Rusty kept hitching and convulsing. Her mouth gaped open as though she was trying to breathe. But the look on her face indicated pleasure in the midst of pain.

Don felt her clenching around his thrusting shaft. He was surprised the way he came so fast. It seemed to register on her face, as though she’d just felt him pump a load inside her.

Don caressed her mounds as he thrust nice and slow in and out of her. She quivered and trembled as stray bubbles slipped out through her parted lips. He pushed down into her stomach again, forcing out a few more bubbles. That’s when he thought he felt her clenching around his shaft inside her.

He breathed deeply, moaning as he fucked her harder. She stared with that same expression of erotic surprise. Damn! It felt so good that he was going to cum again!

He thrust hard and fast in and out of her. Her body quivered, her pussy clenching yet again as though trying to milk another one out of him. Then he shot a lesser load into her as two stray bubbles fled her flooded lungs to swirl out of her mouth.

He slowly pulled out of her. Then he removed his reg before kissing and sucking on her nipples. Lastly, he gently kissed her lips, thanking her for the entertainment. He could only hope he’d given her exactly what she’d wanted as he pulled his trunks back up before collecting her bikini pieces and then leaving her there.

3/25/25 Inspired by Alasker’s AI creation.

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Erotic website scenes – Taylor (bonus story) 4.3 (43)

Posted on February 9, 2026 by riwa

Every day after work, Taylor waited until everyone went home. Then she would quickly get undressed. Afterwards, she would go to her desk and pull out another DVD.

The latest DVD she was going through was supposedly from a snuff company. They recorded women being killed in different ways. She could not tell if it was real or not, although deep down she wanted it to be.

Taylor had long since stopped trying to understand why she enjoyed snuff porn so much. Maybe it was from all those horror films she enjoyed watching. She’d been into horror for so long that she couldn’t remember the first time she’d watched one and gotten aroused.

Some of the plots were pretty lame. But she certainly got into some of the kills. And she especially enjoyed the more creative ones.

For now, she was going through erotic strangulation from a company from whom she’d ordered several DVDs. Some of the women were clothed. But most of them ended up getting strangled while they were naked.

A couple had been strangled to death while having sex. Taylor had really gotten off to those. She could only imagine how horrible it must have been for those girls to be strangled by someone they supposedly knew and trusted.

Part of Taylor’s issue was in imagining herself in the role of the woman about to die. On more than one occasion, she’d fantasized about being on the receiving end of some of the kills she’d witnessed. She’d gotten so wet watching them that she now removed all her clothes before sitting down to enjoy a good snuff porn video.

She became breathless watching a woman getting strangled upon her bed. Afterwards, the boyfriend had fucked the lifeless corpse. Taylor found herself fantasizing about her boring boyfriend Nate turning into a serial killer, only to snuff her as his very first kill.

Now playing was a scene that really appealed to her, so much so that she’d watched this particular DVD more than once. This girl was naked sitting at her computer watching a video of some poor woman being strangled with a cord. Then this intruder comes in and strangles her to death. Taylor panted like crazy, furiously fingering herself as she imagined that girl could be her.


She cupped a breast, touching herself as she watched it all the way through. Then she reset it to play the scene all over again. The naked woman was calmly watching a snuff video just like she was doing, only to have an intruder sneak up behind her and start to strangle her.

“Gawd; yes!” she breathed. “Do it nice and slow. Make it last. Take her life; strangle the sexy bitch!”

She turned slightly in her office chair to stare intently at the monitor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Gawd; that was so hot! If only something like that would happen to her!

But it was not to be. She worked in an office of ‘yes-men’. They had to be careful or they could get reported to HR for sexual harassment. Taylor almost wished one of them would act manly and put her in her place.

What about her boyfriend? Naw, he couldn’t hurt a fly. In fact, he would probably frown on her watching this. That’s why she stayed late to watch her snuff porn videos before going off to see her boyfriend at his apartment.

The woman in the video was at the point of breathing her last, her mouth gaping open without a single taste of air, when something came down around Taylor’s neck. But she hadn’t heard anyone come in. In fact, she was so distracted by the video that she hadn’t heard a thing!

She clawed at the cord around her throat as her breath was cut off. It felt like an electrical cord. Someone from the office perhaps?

She rasped and kicked as she clawed at her throat. On the monitor, the woman in the chair fought and struggled. That’s when a little thought hit Taylor like a thunderbolt…

Gawd; we’re gonna go together!

She fought and kicked, but to no avail, just like the woman on the screen. The bitch’s eyes rolled, just as hers began to roll up into her skull. Gawd; the real thing was nothing like the fantasy!

She opened her mouth in a silent scream, just like the girl in the DVD. Then she found herself climaxing, cumming harder than at any time she’d been watching these damn things. The woman on the monitor slumped mere seconds before Taylor did.

Her bladder gave way, giving off a smell of cum and urine as she sagged in her office chair. The cord remained tight to make sure she would never recover. Then her assailant quietly slipped out. She would never know who had taken it upon themselves to satisfy her deadly fantasy.

1-11-25 Inspired by Titan4’s manip.

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Tossed into the scrum 4.2 (20)

Posted on February 9, 2026 by riwa

I barely had time to process my situation before I was brought in and tossed naked into the scrum. My captor snarled, “You’d better act like a whore or you’ll end up dying like one.” Then he turned around and left, no doubt to go find someone else to kidnap from off the streets as he’d kidnapped me.

I barely had time to take it all in. It was even worse than how I imagined hell would be. It looked like a full-blown orgy, only much, much worse.

Naked bodies lay everywhere. A number of women were being fucked in every position imaginable. There were moans, as well as cries of laughter.

A naked female in some sort of bonnet caught sight of me and laughed, “Hey, everyone! Fresh meat!” Several hungry eyes looked in my direction until I became frightened out of my wits.

Two guys jumped me and immediately started raping me. One fucked my mouth while the other used my cunt. Resistance seemed unwise, so I did the best I could to accommodate them.

Sometime during the middle of my fucking, I happened to take a good look all around me in closer detail. That’s when I noticed them, frightening me even more. Cum-spattered bodies of the dead and dying lay all around me. They all appeared to be females, which greatly terrified me.

Whenever I got the chance, I would focus in on one for a few seconds. Several showed signs of strangulation. Hell, one was being fucked and strangled as I looked right at her!

I noticed another naked body lying on the floor. That one had her head cut off. I even detected the faint aroma of piss and shit. But no one around me seemed to care. They were all too busy being fucked and abused.

The guys were brutal as they raped me. Fear forced me to consent, even perhaps to attempt to enjoy it somewhat. Besides, it was better to be a live whore than a dead one; right?

That poor bitch I saw being fucked and strangled appeared to stop struggling. Her face was a dark shade of red, her eyes all glassy. But it made no difference to her rapist. Hell, he just kept right on fucking her corpse hard to the point where he was making her boobs shake!

At that moment a couple more naked female bodies were tossed into the mix. I idly wondered if they’d been tossed in to replace the dead ones. That certainly did not bode well for my chances at survival in this place.

The bitch in the bonnet laughed, “More fresh meat!” She had a toy up her cunt. There was a look of sadistic lust in her eyes.

I began to act more and more like I was enjoying my abuse. I sensed I needed to act like a whore in order to spare my life. Perhaps it was because of the noosed bitch I saw in the middle of the room.

She did not appear to be breathing. In fact, she looked as though she’d been left upon her toes like that until she’d strangled to death. The sight both horrified and fascinated me.

Whenever a guy would walk by, he would give her tits a squeeze or slap her ass. One guy got behind her and fucked her ass. As he did so, a woman was forced to kneel in front of her and lick her dripping cunt. Even in death, the noosed woman did not escape the activities of the room.

The two guys finished with me, leaving cum deposits in my mouth and cunt. Two others came over as soon as my holes became available. There was no respite.

There were moans and cries all around me. I heard some females begging to be fucked, acting as though they were more than willing. Did being a slut increase one’s chance of survival?

Over time, I got passed around. The room was huge; there were naked bodies everywhere, both of the dead and of the living. Then I saw her.

She was crouched upon her knees, her arms tied behind her back as her eyes pleaded with me to kill her. Occasionally a guy went over to fuck her mouth or piss on her. What was wrong with her?

I soon discovered the reason for her torment. I saw something metal going up into her from underneath. A moment later, her head slowly tipped back. That’s when the tip of a metal spit emerged.

It wasn’t long until she began jerking around. Sparks flew from her mouth and crotch as someone stroked and spunked all over her. She looked upward with the metal tip protruding out of her mouth, blinking as though pleading for her life to end.

That familiar female voice declared, “Put someone on that other spit! Use that one; she’s close!” That’s when they grabbed me.

Another pole emerged out of the floor not far from the one being jolted. That’s when they dragged me over to it. Terror and panic overwhelmed me.

Instinctively I began kicking and screaming, “I’ll be a whore; I’ll be a whore!” The last thing I wanted was to have that metal pole up inside me. But it did me no good.

They impaled me upon the damn thing, the spit going right up into my ass. It kept pushing upward until it ruptured something internally. That’s when I started screaming again from the pain.

A cock went down my throat as someone secured my arms behind my back. When I gagged and resisted, he pulled out and slapped my face. Then he pushed his dick back between my lips and down my throat.

I grunted as I mentally begged, “Ill suck – I’ll suck; please let me live!” I didn’t want to end up like that other girl, her naked body jolting as they pissed and spunked upon her. But my fate had already been sealed, perhaps before I’d even set foot inside this terrible room.

The orgy continued all around me as the spit rose up inside me. I was helpless to climb off, much less get it out of me. Guys came over and fucked my mouth as bitches rode my face or pissed on me. Some got off by cruelly fingering either me or that other spitted girl

The metal pole rose higher and higher inside me. I glanced over and saw that other girl with the pole already out of her mouth. I knew that would soon be my fate. But nobody cared. All around me were laughs and cries, along with the grunts and moans of the dead and the dying.

My screams of pain were either laughed at or went ignored. I soon reached the point where I was begging for death, pleading for death. I must have been a little too vocal about it, for a guy heard me and laughed that my wish would soon be granted.

The pole finally came up my throat until it forced my head back. Then it slowly emerged out of my mouth. The shock and horror were such that I began having pain-gasms.

My pole suddenly became electrified, viciously jolting me. Guys loved it as they pissed and spunked all over both me and that other girl. I mentally begged and pleaded to die. But my death was slow in coming.

I finally concluded the girl who’d gotten fucked and strangled to death had gotten off easy. The other one whose head I’d seen lying on the floor had also lucked out. I actually envied the bodies of the other dead bitches whose humiliations had long since come to an end.

I got pissed and spunked on until my own bladder shamefully gave way. I could feel my bowels trying to void around the pole inside me. I knew I was dying.

As a reward for acting like whores, that poor bitch and I really got fried. The poles within us jolted our insides. I shamefully climaxed over and over again along with my suffering sister until our hearts mercifully stopped beating.

9/30/25 Written for “Sylvia” and inspired by the drawing I found on the Internet.

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The cavern-drowner (bonus story) 4.4 (20)

Posted on February 2, 2026 by riwa

It’s dangerous around these cliffs at high tide. But it’s not a problem for a guy like me in my scuba gear and speedos. Besides, I’ve hidden a trio of bodies down here. And I can’t help getting an erection every time I pay them another visit.

Cecilia was my first. I was out here looking into caves and caverns when she showed up. She must have been curious about my anchored zodiac and decided to come down to have a look.

I came out of a cavern and almost ran into her. She bubbled in surprise. Then she made for the surface like she was shot out of a cannon. Instinctively I raced after her.

I caught her halfway up, grabbing onto an ankle. She kicked, clawed and bubbled, her fins getting in the way. So I grabbed each foot and forced them off one by one as I pulled her downward.

A lucky kick loosened my grasp. She shot up for the surface, still losing bubbles. If only I could catch her, I figured I could probably hold onto her until she ran out of breath.

I snagged an ankle when she was about five feet from the surface. I got a sexy glimpse of her camel toe in that tight black bikini. My cock was hard as a rock as I pulled her down to me.

There was a huge flush of bubbles. That’s when she inhaled painfully. She immediately began hitching and gurgling as I pulled her up against me.

My bulge pressed against the crack of her ass as I held onto her from behind. The way she hitched in my grasp made it go off as it rubbed against her. Then I turned her around to face me.

Her eyes were wide in terror, slightly rolled upward. Her tongue protruded as I pulled down her bikini top, exposing her exceedingly erect nipples. Then I pulled her dive mask up off her face.

She blinked as all that air billowed to the surface. Then she gently hitched a couple more times. She finally went limp in my grasp.

I took her downward toward the ocean floor. Then I let her go. The pressure was such that she drifted just off the sandy bottom. That’s when inspiration struck.

I wrapped an arm around her and hauled her inside one of the caverns. Two twists and a turn got me into a small chamber. There was a single shaft of light from a small crack in the ceiling, giving me just enough light to see.

I played with her tits while rubbing her crotch. She felt lubricated, as though she might have cum during her drowning. It made my cock hard again.

I humped her crotch as I kissed her lips until I climaxed again in my speedos. Then I decided I’d better fetch her dive mask and fins. Couldn’t have them drifting around out there now, could I?

I made my way out of the caverns into open ocean. I corralled her fins and dive mask. Then I returned to my prize.

I put her fins back on before pulling her dive mask back down over her face. She looked sexy with all that water behind her mask. Then I wedged her under a rock ledge before making my way out for the day.

When I surfaced, I retrieved her anchor. Then I started her motor. I pointed her zodiac out to sea before slipping off into the water and boarding my own zodiac.

A week later she was listed as missing and that her name was Cecilia. Her picture was in the paper. But she was never found. And when I went to check on her in that cavern, she was still right where I had wedged her in.

—

Lorida came out to the cliffs a few weeks later. She was only wearing a dive mask. She anchored her small boat near my zodiac.

I had just paid a visit to Cecilia when I came out of the cavern and caught sight of her boat above me. She was wearing a yellow bikini and dive mask. She was heading to the surface from a dive she must have just made.

My cock stiffened in my speedos. So I shot up after her without even thinking. I was reacting purely on instinct.

I came up underneath her. But I was too late to get to her before she reached the surface. So I grabbed an ankle and jerked her under.

She bubbled as I pulled her right down with me. It caught her totally by surprise as I tried to swim her deeper. Then she exploded, thrashing about in a panic.

I lost my grip and had to reach for her again. But her efforts were uncoordinated. She had hardly made any headway back to the surface when I grabbed her once more.

I pulled her toward me in a big bear hug. She only had a second or two to see who I was. Then a flush of bubbles came out of her mouth.

She made a big, agonizing gulp. Then she began hitching painfully in my arms. My cock stiffened until the tip poked out of my speedos as I pressed up against her crotch. A moment later I was cumming as she spasmed and convulsed in my grasp.

I could not resist humping her as my cock emptied itself. She weakly waved up at the surface. Then all her movements abruptly lessened.

She was still gulping and spasming as I pointed us both downward. Then I finned us down to a familiar opening. I held her just outside the entrance and watched her last gentle spasm as well as the last of her bubbles before directing her body into the caverns.

I took her to a familiar location. Then I pulled down her yellow bikini top. I caressed her breasts and fingered her nipples, noticing how erect they were. She must have also experienced some sort of sexual excitement at her drowning.

I pulled her yellow bikini bottoms aside and fingered her slit. She was quite lubricated. It felt like she gently clenched as though her brain was still weakly sending messages to her crotch. Then she became totally lifeless.

I gently kissed her lips, sucking on her protruding tongue. Then I found a spot next to Cecilia. She fit in rather nicely.

When I surfaced, I pulled up the anchor to her boat. The tide was going out, so I let it drift. Then I got into my zodiac and left my two prizes down in the caverns.

A picture of Lorida appeared in the papers, and a search was instigated. They found her boat, but never found her body. When I went back a few weeks later I discovered she was still keeping Cecilia company.

—

Morinda came out a few weeks later. I guess she saw my anchored zodiac. So she came down to investigate.

I had just emerged from visiting Cecilia and Lorida when I caught sight of her fins ducking into a nearby cavern. She was getting uncomfortably close. I became concerned she might stumble onto my storage chamber.

I followed her into the cavern. She was wearing a skimpy light pink bikini, dive fins and oval mask. There was a dive knife attached to her calf.

My cock stiffened with anticipation as I finned in after her. She had just reached the back wall when I grabbed her.

We rolled, twisted and bubbled in the chamber. But she was a lot stronger than I’d anticipated. She shed me once, but I quickly grabbed an ankle and reeled her back in before she could pull that knife.

She turned toward me and saw the situation. To my surprise, she lashed out and popped the regulator out of my mouth. She got it to her lips and took a puff before I could stop her.

I ripped it out of her mouth, causing bubbles to spew through her pursed lips. She twisted in my grasp as I put it back between my lips. But I nearly lost her as she kicked and struggled like mad.

She bubbled like crazy. Then I noticed how erect her nipples had become through her bikini top. It really turned me on.

I pulled her bikini down, exposing a set of breasts that were similar in size to Lorida. She grabbed the regulator in my mouth again and pulled it out. I managed to get it back from her before she got it to her lips.

Arms and legs were flying everywhere as I tried to hold onto her. She was losing bubbles, so I figured it wouldn’t be much longer. But the way she was fighting me made my dick really hard.

She broke away from me and tried to fin toward the opening to the chamber. I grabbed an ankle and pulled her back to me. Then I wrapped her up in a big bear hug from behind, my bulge pressed up against the crack of her bikini’d ass.

She kicked, twisted and struggled. That’s when I accidentally pushed in her stomach with the hand I had down there. There was an immediate cough of bubbles.

I heard a bubbly grunt as she inhaled. She immediately began hitching and gurgling. That’s the moment she stopped fighting me.

I turned her around so she was sitting sideways in my lap so I could watch her expression. Then I flipped up her dive mask. She blinked and snorted as she spasmed painfully.

I reached up and caressed her exposed breasts, fingering her extremely erect nipples. Then I slid a hand down under her bikini bottoms as she hitched and convulsed. I fingered her clenching slit until it felt like she had a small orgasm.

There was shock in her eyes as her lips parted. A few stray bubbles slipped out of her mouth. Then I pulled my hand out of her bottoms, put it upon her stomach, and gave it a good hard push.

She willingly gave me a gentle convulsion as three stray bubbles slipped out past her lips. It was as though she was saying to me, “As you wish. Finish drowning me; flood my lungs if you must.” Then she went limp in my grasp as my cock went off in my speedos.

I held her there in my grasp for about a minute or so. Then I gathered up her dive mask. I put it back on her face before guiding her out of the cavern.

I found the entrance to the chamber containing my treasure trove. I took her inside and stashed her near the other two. That’s when I noticed she looked a little like Lorida.

I left the chamber and surfaced. I pulled her anchor, started her motor and pointed it out to sea. Then I got into my zodiac and headed for shore.

I found out later that her name was Morinda. The paper said she and Lorida were sisters. Apparently she was looking for her.

I think she was checking caverns along the cliffs. Maybe she thought it was possible her sister had gotten caught inside a chamber and had drowned. That’s when I had stumbled into her and had made my attack.

I made fewer visits out to the caverns after that. I figured it was only a matter of time before another scuba diver found the bodies. Eventually I began researching other caverns on other islands to explore.

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Kainda and the Orca 4.1 (24)

Posted on February 2, 2026 by riwa

Kainda was out in the sea when she came across an orca. What was it doing in these waters? The creature sure seemed to have an inordinate interest in her. Was it because she was diving nude?

She was on high alert as the orca came closer. But it showed little more than a growing curiosity. Kainda decided she had nothing to fear. Besides, she doubted she was on the menu.

A few days later she was out in the sea again. And sure enough, the orca came by for another inspection. This time Kainda was bolder.

She caressed the skin of the large mammal. It did not seem displeased at her touch. Kainda let her hand caress the creature as it slowly moved past.

By now, they were growing used to each other with each visit. In fact, the orca seemed to watch for her appearance in the zodiac. Kainda enjoyed having such a special friend dive with her while she was naked.

The creature happily nudged her. Kainda brushed a hand along the side of the mammal. But when it moved unexpectedly, Kainda found herself riding it in reverse, looking at the dorsal fin and seeing where they had been.

The creature took her up to the surface where they both breathed. Kainda adjusted her position so she was facing forward. Then it dove downward.

She rode it down, thrilled at the depths it was taking her. Of course, she could hold her breath this deep. But the creature seemed to sense when it might be going too deep, changing course to take her back to the surface.

Kainda climbed off when the creature dropped her off near her zodiac. The female orca made some clicking sounds. “I enjoyed the ride!” Kainda called back. Then the orca blew air out of its hole before submerging.

Kainda made a point of heading out to sea every few days. She was pleased to find the orca waiting for her as though expecting her. She quickly ditched her zodiac and climbed aboard the mammal, enjoying another long, breathless ride to the depths.

The creature always took her into deeper water. But not too deep, it seemed. It was as though the female orca sensed just how deep this human could go before pushing her limits too far.

Kainda loved feeling bare skin upon orca skin. It gave her a thrill. She was developing a certain camaraderie with the mammal.

One day, Kainda sensed something was amiss. The orca seemed distracted about something. The naked young woman went for her usual ride. But this time she was taken deeper than she was anticipating.

She was angry when the mammal finally deposited her near her zodiac. “Not so deep next time!” she protested. The orca clicked at her before turning and heading North, this time staying up at the surface.

Kainda stiffened. “Wait; don’t go! I didn’t mean it!” But the mammal continued on until it disappeared out of sight.

—

Months went by. But the orca did not return. Kainda was disappointed.

She went out to the sea in her zodiac almost everyday. But there was no further sign of the orca. A heavy sadness settled upon her upon having lost her dear friend.

—

Kainda had unsettling dreams. The orca was out in the sea clicking for her. She would always awaken with a feeling of unease.

One day she was looking out to sea when she thought she saw it. Kainda thought for sure she could hear clicking. Was that her orca? It seemed unsettled about something.

She climbed into her zodiac and motored out. The female orca saw her and rushed toward her, still clicking. “I’m glad to see you too!” Kainda called out happily.

The orca was agitated as Kainda climbed out of the zodiac. In fact, the mammal seemed downright anxious for her to climb aboard. “Don’t be in such a hurry!” Kainda assured the creature. “I’m happy to see you too!”

She had to fill her lungs rapidly. A moment later, the orca took her downward. ‘What’s gotten into you today?’ Kainda wondered. ‘Hey; not so deep! Let me get acclimatized to it first!’

Kainda was starting to become alarmed. The orca did not seem concerned as to the depth she was taking the human this time. Would she be able to hold her breath long enough to get back to the surface?

The creature had gone crazy! Something must have happened during their time apart. Maybe it was time to get off and head for the surface before she got too deep.

They were approaching a sunken vessel she had never seen before. This was much deeper than she had dared dive. What was this all about??

Kainda was just about to slip off when she heard more clicking. Only it wasn’t coming from the orca she was riding. That’s when she looked down and saw…

‘Is that yours? Since when did you become a mother?? Is that where you’ve been gone all this time?’

A moment later, Kainda saw the reason the orca had brought her down. The young one’s tail was caught in some netting hooked to the wreck. It would drown if it was not freed in time.

Kainda slipped off the female orca and swam down to the young one. She unsheathed her dive knife attached to her calf, thankful she’d had it on her. Then she started sawing.

Goodness; there was so much netting! How had this happened?? The young one kept clicking while trying to move it’s tail.

Kainda was dimly aware of how deep she was. She needed to return to the surface. But would the mother even let her go??

She sawed and sawed, cutting through pieces of netting. She could tell she was having an affect. Then a quick glance up indicated she had a choice to make.

Kainda firmly kept sawing, telling herself she would have to take the chance. Who knew how long the young one had been down here entangled like this! It might not survive much longer!

She sawed and sawed as the mother drifted nearby. There was clicking between mother and young one. That’s when Kainda felt the burn in her lungs.

It was too late now. She would never make the surface in time. So she grimly kept cutting.

A tail began to move… ‘Not yet – not yet; keep still!’ Her lungs heaved in her chest. Then, with a flip of the tail, the young one broke free.

Kainda tried to head for the surface. But her lungs were on fire. She knew she was never going to make it. Then she was dimly aware of the mother moving her upward before she lost consciousness.

—

Several days later, Kainda happily rode the young one, the mother at their side. She was glad she’d been there all those months ago to lend a helping hand. Now she’d formed a bond with both mother and daughter. But she knew they would eventually leave one day to mate. Who would she get to meet then if – or when – they returned?

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