Envious 3.1 (20)

Posted on August 10, 2026 by riwa

Marilyn opened the door and stepped inside. Right away, she saw Hope Marie lying naked in a large tub. She was secured spread-eagled to the bottom, soft cuffs attached to her wrists and ankles.

Marilyn walked over and looked down on her. With a smile of amusement she asked, “Another experiment, I presume?”

Hope Marie smiled up at her. “Dr. Crocker said I could try out his special water mixture.”

Marilyn nodded understandingly. “That must be why he sent me here to observe the procedure. He didn’t tell me you were the one who was going to do the drowning. I wonder if that’s why he said it would be ok if I came in here naked, knowing what happened the last time we were together.”

“I can’t wait!” Hope panted breathlessly. “He said this time I get to drown again and again and again.”

Marilyn frowned at that. “What do you mean? You mean all at once?”

“He said it’s a special mixture. I’m just dying to try it out.”

“Interesting choice of words,” Marilyn mused wryly. “Did he say how many times you could drown?”

“I want to go again and again. But he suggested I stop at three.”

Marilyn just shook her head. “Don’t tell me; let me guess. It’s the orgasms; isn’t it.”

Hope knowingly smiled up at her as she panted, “You wanna turn the water on for me? I’m sort of all tied up in here. You can tell I can’t reach the handle.”

Marilyn reached into the tub and curiously picked something up. She hefted it up for inspection as she asked, “What about this?”

Hope Marie looked at it and smiled. “Oh, that? Oh, yeah. I was kind of wondering where that went. Would you be so kind as to put it back inside me?”

“Oh, I’ll put it inside you, all right.”

Marilyn went over and turned the water on. Two pipes – one in the front of the container and one in back – immediately began spewing water into the tub. That’s when Hope Marie started wriggling excitedly.

Marilyn looked down on her with a growing sense of envy. “Aren’t you scared?”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But I’m so horny right now, I could just burst.”

“Oh yeah; that’s right.” Then Marilyn lifted the toy up before observing, “You said you wanted this in you; didn’t you.”

Marilyn carefully pushed it into Hope Marie’s slit. But she was envious as hell. Why was this bitch being allowed to experiment with this new water solution instead of her?

The water quickly rose up until Hope Marie floated up off the bottom. But with her wrists and ankles secured, she couldn’t rise up very high. It gave her an erotic jolt of alarm.

She began gasping for breath as the water continued to rise. Then she took a last, deep breath before it rose up above her face. Moments later, she was fully submerged.

The water kept rising. But a sensor in the tub caused the pipes to shut off as it topped out less than an inch from the surface. Hope’s tits stuck up out of the water, along with a bit of her tummy and parts of her upper legs.

Marilyn saw Hope Marie struggling to hold her breath. She smiled as she reached in and cruelly activated the vibrator to its highest setting. Hope immediately appeared to writhe and bubble.

“What’s the matter?” Marilyn asked innocently as she started touching herself from the eroticism of it all. “You wanted it in your coochie, didn’t you? I assume that means you wanted it on the highest setting; am I right?”

Hope Marie wriggled and squirmed as she lost bubbles out of her mouth and nose. Her tits wriggled above the surface, her erect nipples exposed. It even looked like the toy was forcing a few air bubbles out of her womanhood.

Marilyn found herself becoming aroused at the thought of watching this woman drown right in front of her. “Happy drowning, bitch,” she murmured quietly. Then she bulged her cheeks as she held her breath right along with her.

Hope wriggled and writhed as she humped the buzzing toy inside her. Instinctively, she tried to rise up even more so she could get a breath. But her wrists and ankles were successfully tethered to the bottom of the tub.

Marilyn fingered her nipples and slit as she held her breath with the submerged woman. Hope Marie writhed and shuddered like crazy. Then she lost a huge burst of air that spewed up out of her mouth, bubbling to the surface.

Hope began gulping water as she hitched and jerked. She appeared to painfully spasm and convulse. Then the toy was squeezed out of her pussy.

Marilyn panted for breath as she felt a small orgasm ripple through her. That’s when Hope began to settle down in the tub. Marilyn reached for a control on the side of the tank.

The water drained quickly. But it looked to her like Hope’s chest was gently rising and falling. When the water lowered beyond her face, she began coughing up fluid.

Marilyn watched as Hope’s dazed pupils began to refocus. She coughed up more water until she was spewing less moisture out of her mouth. The blonde just shook her head.

“Back with us, are we?”

Hope sputtered, “I… I think so.”

“How was it?”

Hope coughed a couple more times. “Intense,” she rasped. “Gawd; that was intense!”

Marilyn smiled. Then she turned the water back on. It immediately began pumping into the tub.

Hope started to hyperventilate as it quickly climbed her body. She frantically filled her lungs. A couple seconds later, she was drifting upward again, although she could not lift her face up above the surface.

“You forgot your toy,” Marilyn remarked. Then she reached down and picked it up. But instead of reinserting it, she ran it over Hope Marie’s exposed nipples.

She smiled as she ran it back and forth over each one until Hope’s nipples were really protruding. “Oh yeah; you want it back inside, don’t you. My bad.”

Marilyn gently pushed down on Hope’s chest until the submerged woman was forced to the bottom of the tub. Then she slowly inserted the buzzing toy into the naked woman’s pussy. Hope instinctively clenched around it.

Marilyn gently thrust it in and out. She used her free hand to grope Hope’s boobs as she kept her fully submerged. Hope writhed and bubbled in agony, wincing as her cheeks bulged.

Marilyn made a show of bulging her own cheeks as she gently thrust the toy in and out. “Feel good?” she murmured. “Bet you won’t be able to hold your breath as long this time.”

Hope continued clenching around the buzzing toy inside her. Marilyn smiled wickedly at her as she pinched a nipple on the submerged woman. Hope let out a bubbly cry of pain.

Her chest began to heave, indicating she was running out of breath. A few air bubbles spurted out past her clenched lips. She looked like she was struggling not to inhale.

“My turn to have some fun,” Marilyn breathed. Then she began thrusting the toy harder and harder as she pinched Hope’s nipples again.

The submerged woman writhed and wriggled. Then she started losing bursts of air as she began humping. Marilyn brutally fucked her with the toy as she pinched a nipple just as hard as she could.

Hope cried out, humping and shuddering intensely. Then she started gulping water, sending her into paroxysms of agony. “Gawd; yeah!” Marilyn breathed excitedly.

Hope coughed and gulped, hitching and swallowing. Her face contorted from a mixture of pain and pleasure. She was clearly suffering despite the orgasms she craved.

Marilyn left the toy buzzing inside her as she gently groped and fondled both submerged breasts. Hope settled down until she was hardly trembling at all. Marilyn stopped groping her to drain the tub.

The water level lowered again until Hope’s face was exposed. Water soon began bubbling up out of her mouth. Hope coughed her airway open before going into a coughing spell.

She gasped, coughed and shuddered until she began breathing in a mostly normal manner. “How was that?” Marilyn wanted to know.

Hope took a ragged breath coughing a little to clean her lungs. Then she gasped, “That was even more intense, damn you! You did that on purpose!”

Marilyn clasped her chest. “Who, moi? Why, I’m hurt!” Then she went over and started the water again.

Hope Marie coughed and then gasped in alarm. “Hey, wait a minute! I haven’t even gotten my breath back yet!”

“You said you wanted to test this for Dr. Crocker, didn’t you?”

“Not so fast – not so fast! Marilyn; I’m not ready yet!”

“I think you are,” the nude blonde smirked as she reached down and checked on the buzzing vibrator. “The toy’s inside you and all ready to go. You’ve caught enough of your breath. Besides, I’m sure you’ve got a couple more orgasms ready to explode out of you as you drown for me.”

“Damnit, Marilyn! Wait, I… I’m not…”

“Doc said three times; right?”

“Yes, but…”

“Then three times it will be.”

Hope Marie gasped a moment before the water covered her face. That’s when Marilyn climbed into the tub with her. Hope looked up at her in alarm.

Marilyn stretched out on top of her. Then she submerged her face to kiss Hope. The anxious woman acted like she wasn’t sure what she should do, although she eventually returned the kiss.

Marilyn rubbed their boobs together as she kissed the test subject. Then she felt Hope’s chest start to heave. With a wicked grin, she suddenly inhaled, trying to suck out the last of Hope’s breath.

Hope lost it in a flurry of bubbles. Marilyn felt the woman begin to struggle beneath her. She lifted her head up out of the water and smiled before telling her, “Ok, you can drown for me now.”

Hope let out a bubbly cry. Then her lungs gave out. She coughed up a huge lungful of air toward the lowered face of her tormentor.

Marilyn submerged to look down on the drowning woman. She could tell Hope was shuddering in climax as she convulsed. It made her own orgasm pop off at the eroticism of it all.

Hope hitched and spasmed beneath her until she finally settled down. Marilyn sadly lifted herself up. Then she climbed out.

She quickly drained the tub. Then she watched Hope Marie. But the woman was not responding.

She began to get concerned. Then a bunch of water came bubbling up out of Hope’s mouth. She went into a coughing fit as she tried to clear her lungs of fluid.

Marilyn summoned a team from sickbay. They were on standby, and appeared in less than a minute. They soon had Hope out of the tub and strapped down to a gurney.

“Don’t forget this,” she told the guys as she hefted Hope’s buzzing dildo. They just frowned at her before wheeling Hope out. Marilyn smiled as she looked at the toy, wondering if they should get to know each other better for the next couple of hours.

5-28-24 Inspired by Oldojmo’s render.

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Obsession 2 4.4 (34)

Posted on August 3, 2026 by riwa

I thought hanging my girlfriend Donna would get it out of my system. I watched that video I took of her hanging over and over and over again. But the more I watched it, the more obsessed I became with repeating the experience. I needed another woman to hang.

My first idea was simply to get another girlfriend and gain her trust until I could find some way to hang her. But that sounded like it could become a rather lengthy process. I wanted to hang some sexy bitch, and I wanted to hang her right away.

My next thought was to randomly pick up some woman I didn’t know and take her out somewhere to hang. Maybe I could find another abandoned building to film her in. I even considered taking her out into the woods and finding some tree to string her up and watch her sexy dance of death.

The first order of business was where to find someone. So I started hitting the bars, making sure I was dressed provocatively. I wanted to catch some woman’s eye and take it from there.

Of course, I had to beat the guys off with a stick. I thanked them for their attention. But I told them I simply wasn’t interested in cock. And that was true, as I really wasn’t. I wanted some pussy to slowly strangle to death at the end of a nylon rope.

As it turns out, I found Nicole in a tavern in a town some twenty miles away. I was nursing a drink while sitting in a corner booth that gave me a good view of the door as well as the entire bar. She instantly caught my eye the minute she walked in.

She was in a skirt, hosiery and heels, and she had short, dark hair. But it was the tight-fitting turtleneck sweater that caught my eye. It nicely accentuated her chest, but it was the way it covered her long, slender neck that got my attention, a neck that looked absolutely perfect for stretching. I couldn’t help wondering why she was wearing that outfit on such a warm evening.

I caught her eye as she ordered a drink. She smiled bashfully at me and then lifted her glass up to me in a toast. I smiled with growing excitement, inviting her over with a subtle wriggle of a finger.

She shyly sauntered over, and my breath caught in my throat. I could tell right away she would be absolutely perfect. When she sat down opposite from me, I smiled slyly before seductively asking, “What’s a gorgeous woman like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

She smiled shyly, fidgeting with the top of her turtleneck with a finger. “I’m Nicole,” she offered somewhat timidly. “What’s your name?”

“My name’s Elizabeth,” I told her with my most charming smile. “But you can call me Beth.”

“Hi, Beth,” she said with a smile. “I suppose I could ask you the very same question.”

“What question is that?”

“Why a nice looking woman like you is all alone in a place like this.”

“Personal preference,” I told her, my eyes twinkling. “You might say, I’m just not that into guys.” That’s when she shyly smiled back at me.

“Really? I’m not that into guys myself.”

“Oh? Now what would a pretty young thing like you be into?”

“Oh, I like girls and…” She paused to finger her turtleneck before finishing with, “Well, let’s just say I like girls.”

“Now isn’t that interesting,” I said, giving her my biggest smile. “I like girls too.”

She giggled nervously. But I was suddenly all worked up. I simply couldn’t get this mental image of her dangling naked from a noose out of my head.

“Mind if I ask you a question, Nicole?”

“Go right ahead, Beth.”

“I just love your turtleneck sweater. But isn’t it a little bit… warm for this time of year?”

“Oh, I like it,” she said a little too quickly. “It suits me just fine.” But I couldn’t help noticing her fingers straying across her throat as though she was feeling if something was there. I knew right then she was hiding something.

“You have a nice, slender neck, Nicole,” I confessed with admiration, my mind imagining it lengthening by a coil of nylon rope. “Would you mind if I take a look?”

“Oh, you can’t!” she blurted out, a hand coming up as if to protect it from my gaze. “I mean… I sorta had a little accident the other day and, uh…” Then she lowered her head, appearing totally embarrassed.

“An accident?” I asked, my heart suddenly beating fast. “What kind of accident?” Instantly my mind wanted to know if it was an accident of the noose variety. But how unlikely was that??

“I, uh…” and she lowered her head again, appearing totally flustered. “I had an accident in my basement is all. But it’s healing just fine. I should be able to stop wearing turtlenecks in, oh… another week or two.”

“What kind of accident?” I repeated hopefully, my heart beating faster. “Can I have a look?”

“I’d rather not, Elizabeth… if you don’t mind.”

I noticed right away that she’d used my full first name. She really sounded like she didn’t want me to take a look at it… like she was embarrassed about it or something. But now this was something I really wanted to see!

“Please, Nicole? I asked, anxious to see what she was trying to hide. “I won’t judge you or anything. There’s nothing you can show me that will freak me out; I promise!”

She sighed as she reluctantly grabbed the top of her turtleneck. Then she slowly pulled it down. There was a significant bruise that ringed her slender neck, a bruise that obviously had been made with some sort of strap or rope…

I nearly orgasmed right then and there…

We talked about our mutual interest in auto-erotic asphyxiation for a while. Then she drove me back to her place. My only regret was that I didn’t have my camera gear with me. But I figured it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, with any luck I was going to get to enjoy hanging this sexy, unsuspecting bitch in her very own home.

She took me down to her basement and showed me what she’d set up for herself. There was a thick nylon rope dangling from a pulley system, one end formed into the shape of a noose. She had a small footstool handy, as well as a set of magician’s handcuffs, the kind where you can get out of them if you know how to find the little release switch. My mouth watered with anticipation.

“Are you ok, Beth?” she asked solicitously.

“Gawd; this is incredible!” I breathed, my body trembling like crazy.

I saw her start to strip out of her sweater, revealing a lacy black bra. When she pulled down her skirt, she was left in a pair of luscious nylons, a sexy black garter, and heels that really needed to be kicking up a storm at the end of a rope. Her cleanly shaved muff was dripping like crazy.

“I’ve always wanted someone to play with,” she breathed softly. “I was hoping that someday I would meet someone who would help me achieve my fantasy of safely being lifted up into the air.” Then she looked at me with soft, pleading eyes before asking, “Beth? Would you be so kind as to…?”

She was so excited that apparently she couldn’t finish her question. I just nodded at her, my mouth dry. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. This sexy bitch seemed to be walking right into it for me!

She took the noose and gently coiled it around her neck. It fit perfectly along the bruise line that was already there. Then she stepped up onto the stool.

I couldn’t help myself. I went up to her and started molesting her body with my hands, fondling her while kissing her all over. She moaned softly, her body trembling like crazy.

“Baby, I’ve just got to do this!” I told her. Then I knelt down and started to lick around her dripping slit.

She writhed and moaned, humping against my face while murmuring, “Yes… yes… lick me… right there… then I want you to hang me, baby… gawd; I’m so hot for it right now!”

“Can I put the cuffs on you?” I asked carefully.

“Not yet, Beth,” she panted heavily. “First, I want to cum by fingering myself as I hang.”

The thought of watching her masturbate while dancing up in the air was terribly exciting. So I let it go for the time being, and I didn’t say another word.

I went back to licking her out, my nose nuzzling into her crotch. She gasped and whimpered as she fingered her button. Then I suddenly took the rope and leaned into it, lifting her clear up off the stool.

Her eyes flew open as she gasped and gurgled. Her hands immediately jammed hard into her crotch. She started finger-fucking herself like crazy as her legs started to kick and flail. I was mesmerized by the incredibly erotic sight before me, and I nearly climaxed just watching her.

With a clipped cry, she arched her back as she rammed several fingers into her cunt. Her body shuddered from her climax. It looked like a mind blowing orgasm, if I do say so myself.

It was glorious, and sexy as hell. It also took everything I had just to let her back down.

Her legs buckled as her feet touched the stool. I let go of the rope and caught her body before she could topple over. Then I helped her into a nearby chair where she panted like crazy, her eyes all glazed over.

“Gawd!” she gasped. “I’ve been wanting that for a long, long time. I came so very, very hard.”

“Was it everything you imagined it would be?” I wanted to know, my heart still pounding with excitement. I just had to get her back up into the air, this time with her wrists properly cuffed behind her back so I could hang her the way she deserved to be hanged.

“It was fantastic!” she gushed. “Now I want to experience that helpless feeling with my hands cuffed behind my back. But I need to catch my breath first. Let’s go upstairs and have a little wine; shall we? I could use a drink right about now.”

“Fine with me,” I agreed.

I was thirsty too. And I figured I could wait a few more minutes. Besides, the buildup to hanging a woman is almost as exciting as the actually hanging itself.

We went upstairs where she poured me a drink. Then we sat and talked about her personal experiences. She told me how long she had looked around just to find someone to enjoy her fantasies with.

All of the sudden, I started to feel weak and disoriented. My speech started to slur. Nicole immediately stood up in alarm…

“Beth, are you all right?”

I tried to answer, but I couldn’t. A moment later I saw a wicked smile flicker across the corners of her mouth. The last words I heard from her were, “I’m so looking forward to hanging you, Beth.”

I tried to scream in horror, but my vocal chords wouldn’t function. I couldn’t believe she’d turned it around on me! Then everything went black all around me as I collapsed onto the floor…

—

I don’t know how long I was out. When I came to, I found myself on the floor of Nicole’s basement. That’s when I discovered she’d been a busy little bitch. I was completely naked, not a stitch of clothing anywhere on me.

When I tried to rise, I discovered to my horror that my arms had been cuffed behind my back. And when my eyes finally adjusted, I found myself staring directly at that damned noose! Apparently Nicole had deliberately left it dangling near the floor right in front of my face so it would be the very first thing I saw when I awakened.

I gasped in horror before instinctively rolling around upon the floor in a vain attempt to get to my feet. That’s when I saw the two cameras she’s set up. She was going to film my hanging the way I’d filmed hanging my girlfriend Donna! Gawd; I was so fucking screwed!!

“My – my; aren’t we feisty,” I heard Nicole observe with a chuckle. She was still in her hose, garter, heels and bra.

She rolled me onto my stomach. Then she climbed upon my back. The bitch straddled me until I was facing that noose again.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Beth,” she chuckled sinisterly, “but you really walked blindly into this one on your own. Did you honestly expect me to allow you to cuff me and then hang me? I can’t believe you drank that wine without even so much as a second thought.”

“Let me go!” I demanded, trying to keep the panic from my voice. I figured if I could just keep my cool, then maybe I could get myself out of this.

“Oh, I don’t think so, Beth,” she said ominously. “I can’t believe how easy it was to hook you back at the bar. All it took to get you interested was for me to come in wearing that turtleneck, and to act a little shy around you. You were so gullible; you fell for it hook, line and sinker.”

“What makes you think I fell for it?” I responded coldly, trying to sound indifferent about my situation despite the wild beating of my heart. “How do you know I didn’t want to team up with you?”

“Team up with me?” she repeated curiously. “What makes you think I would want to team up with you?”

“Because of all the girls I can bring to you,” I told her, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Maybe so,” she replied casually as though she could care less. “Right now, I only have eyes for you. And these eyes want to see what you’ll look like with a noose around your neck.”

I gasped involuntarily as she lovingly looped the coil around my neck. Then she casually cinched it near my left ear. I tried to remain calm, but I couldn’t keep from whimpering with fright.

“Ever wear a noose before?” she asked with amusement. “C’mon, hun. Let’s get you up on your feet and see what you look like.”

She pulled on her end of the rope, causing the noose to constrict around my throat. I gasped, instinctively rising up onto my knees and then onto my feet. “That’s much better,” she told me, pulling me upright by pulling the slack out of the rope.

“Let’s talk about this, Nicole,” I gasped, feeling the panic start to rise up in my throat. “You really don’t have to do this; ok?”

“But I’ve been looking for a sexy bitch to hang for the past several weeks now! They just don’t come waltzing into the bar every day like you did, you know.”

“I know that,” I gasped, forcing myself to stay calm. “But you don’t know how much I can help you.” That’s when I decided to give up some of my secrets… anything to keep her from hanging me.

“I’ve hung someone before, Nicole; I can help you.”

She looked at me rather dubiously. “Is that so? How many bitches have you hung so far, Beth?”

“Several,” I lied. “I know where to track ‘em down without getting caught.”

I felt a surge of hope. Maybe I was getting through to her. Then she suspiciously asked, “But have you experienced the noose for yourself? That’s what I want to know.”

“Certainly,” I replied, fighting down panic as my heart pounded in my chest. “In fact, it was going to be your turn to suspend me in midair right after I finished suspending you.”

“Is that so?” she replied, not sounding the least bit convinced. “Well, there’s no better time like the present; don’t you think?”

She leaned into the rope she was holding onto. The floor suddenly dropped away below me. I had been lifted up into the air!

I gawked and gurgled, my legs suddenly flying every which way as I fought to find firm ground below me. I swung wildly, the noose constricting around my neck until she lowered me back down.

I coughed and sputtered, whimpering in growing terror as my feet found the floor. My legs felt like rubber as my breath wheezed out of my lungs. All semblance of calm was gone; I just wanted her to free me from the noose.

“Are you SURE this isn’t your first time?” she asked suspiciously. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, hun?” Then she pulled me right back up into the air.

I gasped and wheezed, my legs kicking every which way. It was horrible… terrifying! My neck hurt like hell; she was actually hanging me!

I was so relieved when she lowered me back down to the floor. I was trembling like a leaf, almost blubbering like a baby. I was scared beyond belief.

At that moment, I was terrified I was going to end up like my girlfriend Donna whom I’d gleefully hanged all those months ago. I think Nicole sensed it too… sensed my fear. To her, it must have been intoxicating.

“This is your first time; isn’t it, Beth,” she observed with a wicked grin. “You’re terrified; aren’t you! Yet some part of you seems to be turned on, judging by how wet your pussy is. Tell me the truth: how many girls have you actually hanged?”

She did not wait for an answer. She just lifted me right back up into the air. My legs exploded in panic, kicking all over the place as I swung wildly. I was no longer calm and collected; I was terrified out of my wits!

When she finally lowered me back down, I started blubbering like an idiot, anything to keep from going back up again. “Ok – ok; I’ve never been in the noose before! And I’ve only hanged one other female; my girlfriend Donna! I have video of her back home! If you let me go, I’ll go home and get it for you! Gawd; let me go! I don’t want to hang!”

“Actually, I like you better this way,” she told me ominously. “I like it when they’re aroused and terrified. It makes ‘em a lot more fun; don’t you think? Was Donna terrified like this when you hanged her?”

“Yes; gawd yes!” I admitted with a gasp. “She was terrified, and I enjoyed it; ok? Now get me out of this noose, Nicole! I’ll do anything you want; just get me out of this!”

“Oh no, baby,” she cooed at me. “I’ve got you right where I want you. Now back up you go.”

She leaned on the rope again. Once more, I was airborne. I gawked and gurgled, my feet flying every which way as I jerked in the noose.

I swayed back and forth, my pussy dripping copiously. My nipples were extremely erect. I was aroused, all right, but I was so terrified that I barely noticed.

She lowered me back down upon rubbery legs. It took a few moments for me to be able to stand upright. Then she went over and tied off her end of the rope, leaving me standing there with tension in the noose.

My chest heaved as I trembled like crazy. I whimpered with fright as I shuffled around on my feet. That’s when I considered all I’d put my girlfriend through.

In the back of my mind, a part of me wondered if Donna had felt this terrified before I’d hanged her. But now, I suddenly got to wondering something. What if she’d come back from the dead for her revenge, her spirit somehow invading the body of Nicole just to give me payback? The thought terrified me, as I really didn’t want to hang.

“Gawd; you’re so fucking sexy!” Nicole breathed as she came up to me.

She started molesting me all over with her hands. She fingered my nipples while rubbing my crotch. Then she kissed my lips until I moaned into her mouth.

“Naked bitches look so sexy when they’re about to be hanged; wouldn’t you agree?” What could I say? I didn’t want her to know that was exactly how I’d felt about hanging Donna.

She purred at me, fingering my dripping slit. “Did your girlfriend look this sexy right before you hanged her, Beth?”

I moaned softly, writhing against her hand as she fingered me. “Are you turned on, baby?” she breathed softly. “I think I want a taste.”

She knelt right in front of me. Then she began licking my dripping slit. She was doing to me exactly what I’d previously done to her.

I whimpered and mewled like a kitten, involuntarily humping against her face. She licked and slurped, making me all weak in the knees. But I was too terrified to orgasm, too focused upon the nylon coil around my neck that could cut off my air at any moment.

“Stubborn, eh?” she sighed as she pulled away. “Don’t you want to cum for me? Well, I think I’ve got just the thing… something that should fix you right up.”

She left me shuffling around on my bare feet as she walked over to some sort of drawer. I saw her pull out a remote control along with a round metal object. “This should pop you off,” she told me, waving it in front of my face. “I may want you terrified, honey, but I also want you to cum for me.”

She stuffed it into my pussy, pushing it deeper and deeper inside me. I tried pushing it back out, but I was unsuccessful. I think the bitch shoved it so far inside me that it was too deep to push back out.

“Let’s try it now, baby,” she told me with a lecherous grin. Then she activated the remote.

Almost immediately, I began writhing and gyrating like a stripper. I could not stop my body from responding to the vibrations inside my pussy. “Gawd; that’s so fucking sexy!” the bitch gasped excitedly before powering it back down.

Her nipples were hard, her cunt leaking like crazy. She was clearly turned on by her treatment of me. Then she coyly told me, “Now let’s see if we can entice that first orgasm out of you; shall we?” Then she activated the remote again.

It felt like she’d brought the buzzing egg inside me to full power. It set my body on fire until my legs buckled. That’s what put an added strain to the rope around my neck.

I squirmed and gyrated until I couldn’t stand it anymore. It went off inside me, one hell of an orgasm that left me weak and breathless. My legs nearly gave out, and I almost strangled myself.

“Gawd; that was so fucking hot!” she gasped, powering it back down.

She came up to me and kissed me all over. Nicole rubbed her hands all over my sweating body. When she reached down to finger my slit, it nearly set me off again.

“Now let’s try it in the air, shall we?” she suggested with a wicked grin.

I anxiously shook my head no. But it did me no good. She hit the remote, and I started writhing like crazy.

Nicole leaned on the rope. It was enough to lift me completely up off my feet. I gawked and gurgled, utterly terrified as my heart beat fast.

That damned egg kept buzzing inside me. I don’t know what it was – the fear, the breathlessness, the peril of my impending death, or the bitch watching me. But whatever it was, I suddenly popped off again.

My legs kicked as I humped the air. It was almost as though I was fucking some sort of invisible lover. Nicole appeared to be mesmerized.

“Gawd!” she gasped, furiously rubbing her dripping kitty. I swear that bitch had an orgasm of her own. I was sure she was going to leave me to hang to death right then and there!

She must have gotten tired or something because she gave up leaning on the rope. My feet came in contact with the floor once more. Then she powered down the egg buzzing inside me.

I gasped and gurgled, tears running down my cheeks as I struggled to get my breath back. Now I fully understood what I’d put poor Donna through. I severely wanted to apologize to her. But she was dead. What’s more, I was sure I was going to be joining her shortly.

“Perfect!” Nicole gasped with delight. “Just a couple more things and we’ll be ready!” Then she walked back over to that drawer.

“Nicole, NO!” I gasped. “I’ll do anything you want!” Please don’t hang me!”

“But you’ve gotten me all hot and bothered now!” she explained. “It’s too late to back out! I want this so fucking bad that I can almost taste it!”

When she returned, I gasped when I saw what was in her hand. It was a big black butt-plug. Was she really going to shove that up my ass??

“Don’t want any messy accidents now; do we?” she observed with a clinical air.

I shook my head; I had never been this cruel to Donna!! But all Nicole cared about was her precious basement floor! I felt her force it against my anus before starting to shove it right in!

I clenched and struggled; gawd, how I fought to keep it out of me! But she was relentless, and it slowly slid right in. Then it seated itself.

I let out a garbled cry, feeling as though I suddenly had to take a massive dump. “Almost ready for you, Beth,” she told me, the excitement obvious in her voice. “Just a couple more things left to do. Then we’ll be ready for the grand finale. First, we’ve got to get you up on that stool!”

She walked over and picked it up, bringing it over and then setting it down right in front of me. “Now step up, baby,” she instructed. “C’mon, Beth; don’t be shy.”

I refused. It was my last act of insubordination. She just leaned on the rope until she was strangling me.

Instinctively I stepped up, trying to ease the strain upon my neck. “Now the other,” she added.

With a little more tension on the rope, I climbed right up. By then I was willing to do anything to relieve the pain around my throat. Then she came over and adjusted the noose.

Nicole actually loosened it a little so I could breathe better. “Don’t want you expiring too soon on me,” she explained. Then she tightened it back up.

The bitch took out all the slack until it was nice and snug around my neck. “One last thing!” she told me excitedly. “This is just for you, so I hope you appreciate it!” Then she turned and left the room.

For a moment there, I started to panic, afraid I might fall off the stool and hang myself before she returned. But she came right back. Nicole was pushing a full length mirror on a set of rollers.

She placed it right in front of me. I could actually see my image reflected back to me. Gawd; it was horrific!

Reflected in the mirror was an image of a naked woman all noosed up. I could see how erect her nipples had become. And I could see her slit was dripping a little.

That egg inside her was bulging a little. And I could barely make out the end of the butt plug sticking out of her ass. What made it all the more horrifying was that I recognized who she was… it was ME!

“Are we ready, Beth?” Nicole asked solicitously. “Don’t worry; I know you’re getting tired. I’ve had my fun, but I can be merciful. So this time, I won’t be bringing you back down. Is that ok?”

I gasped and whimpered while shaking my head. “Nicole, NO!” I blubbered. “I’ll do anything you want! Let’s work together and h-hang other women, ok? Please; don’t DO this to me!”

“Just got to get these things focused,” she muttered, adjusting her cameras without paying the least bit of attention to my pleadings.

She stepped up and knelt in front of the stool. She fastened some sort of chord to one of the legs. “All set,” she proclaimed.

She started rubbing my trembling body all over one last time. She caressed my breasts, fingering my crotch as she licked my nipples. I was terrified out of my mind, on the verge of a massive climax.

“Gawd, Beth; you’re going to hang so divinely!” she gasped appreciatively. “I really appreciate how terrified you are. It’s going to make such a great video. And since we all know you can cum now as you hang, this remote will make that egg in your pussy give you orgasm after juicy orgasm until you fade away for me. Now don’t be afraid to piss yourself. That will be my cue that you’re almost done. So I’m looking forward to seeing it; ok?”

She kissed me one last time on the lips before stepping away. She stood in front of me, a little off to one side of the mirror so I could still see myself. Then she reached down, picked up the chord attached to my stool, and started to give it a tug.

I started to hyperventilate, shaking my head as my bare feet started to shuffle. I felt like I was about to lose my balance. I figured I was probably going to stumble and hang myself anyway. But she wanted to capture it all on the cameras, capture on film how she slowly pulled the stool away.

I felt it start to slide out from under my feet. That’s when I really started to panic! I whimpered as I tried to hang on. But she was slowly pulling it out from underneath me.

I saw a sudden glint in her eye. Then she cruelly gave it a hard jerk. It shot out from underneath me with a clatter.

I dropped a few inches until I was no more than half a foot off the floor. The sudden jerk made me cry out, a cry that was abruptly cut off. Then my eyes flew open as my feet started to flutter.

I could see myself in the mirror as I started to panic, my chest heaving in terror. Then my legs exploded. That’s when I started kicking like crazy, desperate to find solid footing.

Nicole gasped, her eyes wide in rapture. She appeared to be breathless as she watched me. Then she pointed that remote right at me.

I jerked as the egg began to vibrate inside me with a vengeance. My body swung wildly as I instinctively humped the air. I thrust my tits out as my feet flailed every which way. Then my head tipped back as my back arched in orgasm.

As it slammed into me, my mouth opened and closed in a frantic effort to breathe. I saw Nicole jam several fingers into her cunt. She was howling like a banshee while screaming “OHMYGAWD, BABY; IT’S SO FUCKING HOT!! I’M CUMMING TOO!!”

The bitch furiously masturbated through her first orgasm as I went right into my second. The noose got even tighter, and I gurgled as another one slammed into me. I bucked and shuddered, my legs still flailing as my hands flexed helplessly behind my back.

“FUCK; YOU JUST SQUIRTED, BABY!” Nicole cried out. The bitch winced as she climaxed again.

My lungs were on fire; gawd, I could barely breathe! But that buzzing egg inside me refused to grant me any relief. As I kicked up a storm, I felt my back arch again as a third one tore its way through my body.

I jerked upward with my knees, only to constrict the noose even tighter around my neck. It hurt like hell; gawd, how it hurt! That’s when I became painfully aware how I’d put Donna through the very same thing.

In my agony, I mentally tried to tell her how sorry I was. My legs stretched toward the floor, my feet fluttering. Then I let out a loud “GAWK” as I started kicking once more.

I heard Nicole cry out “OH FUCK!” as she climaxed all over again. Then I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. That poor bitch whose image was reflected back to me looked so fucking hot hanging like that, her face a deep red from asphyxia.

It was enough to make me gurgle again. I saw her back arch as she orgasmed so painfully hard. A sexy mist sprayed out of her cunt.

I saw her knees jerk up once… and then once again. That’s when the noose totally closed off my airway. I gawked as I shuddered again, my eyes rolling as I climaxed so very hard.

When it passed, I didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. I gently swung back and forth, noticing how long that neck was becoming for that girl in the mirror. She dangled limp, her face a deep shade of asphyxiation as her lips turned blue. Her nipples were so erect that they looked like they were going to pop off at any moment.

As I gently twisted and swung in place, I caught sight of Nicole. She was lying on the floor, furiously masturbating while howling for all she was worth. I tried to scream at her to get me down.

When I couldn’t get any air past my vocal chords, I tried to kick her. But she was out of reach. Besides, my muscles were too weak to function.

I heard a roaring in my ears. That’s when I saw it rushing toward me… the blackness of oblivion. It was coming to swallow me whole, and it terrified me.

Somehow, I called up a surge of adrenaline, a burst of energy I never knew I had. My legs began kicking again as my mouth opened and closed. Those actions set me to swaying back and forth again.

The darkness drew closer, and I fought like hell. Then my muscles gave out for the very last time. I quietly swung back and forth, twisting slowly as a numbness climbed up my arms and legs, scaring me even more.

The blackness was almost upon me. I stared at the mirror, begging the woman I saw there to help me down. But she had problems of her own, her face a wicked shade of purple as she hung limp and lifeless.

I saw her bladder give way as she peed herself. Urine trickled down her legs to splatter upon the floor. I felt sorry for her, knowing how humiliated she must have been for her bladder to release like that.

From somewhere faraway I heard some faint voice in the room… “OH FUCK; THERE SHE GOES! SHE’S PISSING HERSELF! YOU GO, GIRL!!” Then I heard a death rattle emanate from somewhere deep inside me. That’s when the darkness of oblivion surged forward, fully encompassing me.

I could no longer see Nicole. Nor could I see that woman hanging in the mirror.

I was still noosed up, darkness all around me, when I suddenly saw a light up ahead. It grew brighter until I actually saw Donna standing there naked right in front of me, her hand gripped tightly to some lever. “Got to hell, bitch!” she snarled. Then she pulled the lever with an angry jerk.

I felt excruciating pain in my neck as I felt myself drop. Then I heard someone screaming in abject horror. It was my own voice; they were my own screams… echoing in my ears as I plummeted into a sea of eternal darkness…

2012; 2022 (written Jul 8 ’12; ed. Apr 21 ‘22 by riwa)

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Angry Moon death wish 4.1 (25)

Posted on July 27, 2026 by riwa


She’d been watching the marina all morning. Then she spied him heading out to a pleasure craft. ‘Him!’ she decided. She didn’t know why, but he was the one.

She followed him to his boat. “Excuse me,” she said as he was boarding.

He turned to see who was speaking. Then he frowned. “Excuse me,” she told him. “Could you take me out to sea?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I hadn’t planned on taking any guests out with me on a joyride.”

“This isn’t a joyride,” she informed him. “It’s a one-way trip. I was hoping you’d take me out and drown me.”

He blinked in surprise. “I beg your pardon?”

“You know about this angry moon business, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am; everybody knows.”

“Fine. Then I want you to take me out and drown me.”

He blinked again. “What?” she said indignantly. “You can’t do it?”

“It’s not that I can’t do it, ma’am…” he started to say.

“Fine – fine,” she told him with a dismissive wave. “Just take me out already.”

He started to say something. Then he shook his head before reluctantly motioning for her to come on board.”

He kept shaking his head as he motored out. “This’ll do!” she finally called out to him. Then she came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder as she hollered, “I SAID, THIS WILL DO! RIGHT HERE!”

He stopped the boat and let it drift. She motioned at the scuba gear he had in back. “You can put that on now,” she instructed.

He frowned at her demands. Then he decided whatever it took to get her off his boat. So he changed into his wetsuit before slipping into his scuba gear.

As he was changing, he watched her slip out of her clothes. His eyes bugged out as she stripped down to her dark blue thong bottoms. She caught him staring and told him, “You got a problem with this?”

“No, ma’am,” he replied with a shake of his head. Now he was starting to become aroused.

She waited at the back of his boat until he was ready. The regulator was in his mouth when she took it from him, purged it, and then showed him she could breathe from it. Afterwards, she gave it back to him.

“My drowning; my rules.” she declared. “You got that?”

“Fine with me, ma’am,” he replied. By now he was starting to look forward to drowning her.

They went over the side together. She came up to the surface and caught her breath. Then she turned and dove down toward the ocean floor.

He followed her down, wondering how he’d allowed himself to get involved in all this. But there were suicides occurring all the time these days. He enjoyed being in his scuba gear, so this wasn’t that much of a problem for him.

She motioned for his regulator. He took it from his mouth and gave it to her. She purged it before breathing deeply.

He drifted in place admiring the view as she breathed without wearing a dive mask. Her breasts were full, her nipples pointed. Her hair swirled around her face.

She got one last breath from his regulator. Then she gave it back to him. He put it into his mouth and gulped compressed air.

She took his hands and placed them upon her shoulders around her neck. It was time to put up or shut up. And this was how she wanted to go.

She’s always envisioned being drowned at sea by a murdering scuba diver. This one did not seem to be the murderous type. But she suspected he was going to enjoy the process nonetheless.

Instinctively, she held her breath as she heard him behind her breathing from his scuba tank. It was at that moment she began wondering what it was going to feel like. She would know in another minute or two, depending on how long it took.

She struggled a little. Then she felt him increase his grasp upon her neck and shoulders. Good; that’s exactly what she wanted him to do.

The strain grew stronger within her chest. Her lungs started to heave. It wouldn’t be much longer now.

She motioned at him to keep her submerged. Then her body began to react by wanting to go back to the surface. Would he comply with her demands?

Somehow, she knew he would. In fact, she was all but certain he was going to enjoy himself. But still, would she fight him instinctively?

She tried not to resist, tried not to put up a struggle. But her body wanted air. Only she’d indicated to him this was it. She was not supposed to get another hit off his regulator.

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

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

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

She spewed her breath away. Then she opened her mouth and inhaled. That’s when she began hitching and gurgling.

She gulped water down her throat and into her lungs as her mind screamed at her. Then she felt it swell 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 kept inhaling painfully, causing her to shudder again from another orgasm. She stopped struggling against him as her arms relaxed. It hurt like hell, yet she felt pleasure exploding outwardly from her crotch.

The pain was unlike anything she had ever endured before. But at least now she wouldn’t be here to see the very end. Then her consciousness ebbed away into nothingness.

He continued holding her down as her hair swirled about her. She hitched and trembled as stray muscles fired until he let her go. It surprised him how aroused he’d become at drowning her.

Stray bubbles dribbled out past her parted lips. He watched her body slowly descend toward the bottom of the ocean, indicating flooded lungs. Then he corralled his regulator and breathed from his scuba tank.

He watched her go until her body reached the ocean floor. An occasional bubble came swirling upward. Then he headed back to his boat, wondering who she had been and what had driven her to take this course of action.

9/26/25 Inspired by an Alasker AI creation

Bonus short story


She tries to free herself from her bonds. But they are too tight. She struggles in growing alarm as a fire burns in her chest.

Her stomach ripples as her lungs protest. She’s almost out of breath. But she can’t free herself. And she cannot get up off the bottom of the pool.

She tries to hold her breath as bubbles slip out through her clenched lips. Her stomach ripples as her chest heaves. Panic swells within her as her crotch throbs, signaling an approaching orgasm.

No – no – no – NO! Then she opens her mouth. That’s when she loses an explosive burst of bubbles as her breath gives out.

She inhales reflexively. She immediately begins spasming and convulsing as her flooding lungs cry out in agony. There’s an equally impressive explosion in her crotch as an intense orgasm overwhelms her.

She gulps water as she tries to inhale, gulping like a fish on dry land. She hitches painfully as her stomach ripples. Her body flushes with pleasure despite the agony of drowning.

She hitches less and less, continuing to inhale as her lungs finish flooding. Her mouth gapes open as she stares in lifeless shock. There’s one last gulp before she settles back against the pool wall behind her.

She tries to move, but her muscles will not function. She tries to breathe, but her lungs are fully flooded. Then the life winks out of her eyes as she sits there and stares with a vacant expression.

9/26/25 Inspired by the photo I found on the Internet.

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Miss Woodcock’s gallows (male hanging) 4.6 (37)

Posted on July 27, 2026 by riwa

I heard through the grapevine that Anita was having a gallows built in her home. A booster had offered the funds necessary to have one installed. Naturally, she had agreed to the proposition.

She was the only teacher I knew at City U who executed her students if they miserably failed one of her classes. And she loved hangings. I guess it gave her a thrill to see the condemned kicking up a dance as they strangled to death for her.

I really liked Anita. We even went out a few times. But it was clear from the very beginning that she was not into me.

Once, I got to watch a hanging after one of her classes had ended. I’d stopped by to see if she was busy. She was right in the middle of stringing up one of her male students.

His name was Aaron Jenks. He was standing naked underneath a noose. His hands were cuffed behind his back.

Anita smiled when I walked into the room. “Oh hi, Kevin. Give me a minute? Mr. Jenks and I were just going over his last test.”

Curiosity made me ask, “Mind if I stick around?”

“Fine with me. Mr. Jenks, I’m sure you don’t mind if Kevin watches me hang you; do you?” He just gulped and shook his head.

I’d seen Aaron Jenks around campus a few times. He was lean and lanky, always full of himself. Now he was naked, and a lot less confident.

Anita looped the noose around his throat. Then she cinched it up tight. “I warned you about this last test, Mr. Jenks. You simply refuse to apply yourself; don’t you.”

“M-Miss Woodcock; I swear I’ll do better next time.”

“First, let’s see how well you apply yourself to the rope, Mr. Jenks.”

She pulled on the free end of the nylon to the pulley attached to his noose. Aaron was lifted up onto his toes. It made his dick stiffen right up.

She reached out and caressed his erection. “You’ve certainly got the right idea, Mr. Jenks. You do have the aptitude. It’s a shame you simply cannot apply yourself.”

Anita rubbed a hand all over his trembling, naked body. His cock really stiffened up. Was it because a beautiful teacher was caressing him? Or was it because of the noose around his throat as he shuffled around upon his toes?

She paused to look right at me. “What can I help you with, Kevin?”

“There’s an exhibit opening up downtown this weekend. I was hoping you might join me?”

“Some other time, Kevin. Is that all?”

I sighed with disappointment. “Pretty much, Anita.”

She saw me glancing repeatedly at Mr. Jenks. She could not help smiling. “Care to stay and watch the execution?”

“I’d love to, Anita.”

She beamed with pleasure. Then she turned back to her student. “Oh, Mr. Jenks; I’m sorry. I’d totally forgotten about you. Let’s get this over with; shall we?”

She pulled on the rope to the pulley. Aaron was pulled up into the air. His feet were no more than six inches off the ground.

He rasped and gurgled as he started to kick and pedal. His dick seemed to stiffen and bounce. Anita smiled as she told him, “I do appreciate you enjoying yourself, Mr. Jenks. I just wish you would have enjoyed my class enough to apply yourself. A 33 out of a possible 100 on this last test indicates you’re dumb as a post… either that, or you simply don’t care… unless you deliberately failed all those tests so you could hang for me. Is that the real reason, Mr. Jenks?”

He rasped as he began to thrust outwardly with his hips. It was as though he was air-fucking his teacher. Then his cock went off, spurting load after load in arcs that splattered her classroom floor.

“Why Mr. Jenks; I’m flattered. I’m also aroused.” Anita breathed heavily as she watched her student kick his life away.

He settled down and dangled quietly. His cock softened. Then his bladder gave way, adding his piss to the mess on the floor.

“Well done, Mr. Jenks. I believe you can rest now.” Then she turned toward me.

“So what did you think, Kevin?”

“Very impressive.”

“You’re so sweet. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to call someone to clean up the mess made by the late Mr. Jenks.”

“Thanks for the show, Miss Woodcock.”

“Anytime, Kevin.” But I left her classroom having been more affected than I’d anticipated.

—

I heard her gallows was in the process of being built. I asked around and found out the day it was supposed to be finished. Then I made preparations.

Seeing Aaron Jenks hang had really moved me. I was pretty sure Anita Woodcock was never going to take me seriously enough to date me. But there was one thing I wanted to do for her.

After the last class of the day, I stopped by to see her. She was alone in her classroom. She smiled at my entrance.

“Hello, Kevin. What can I do for you?”

“I hear your gallows back home is just about finished.”

“I’m told it’s ready to go. Why? Would you like to see it?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Why not? Come on by around 9?”

“9 will be fine, Anita.” She smiled as I turned and left.

—

I showed up promptly at 9. Anita let me in. I liked the black dress and high heeled boots she was wearing.

“So nice of you to come, Kevin. Here to see my gallows?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Right this way.”

She led me to a back room. In it was the framework for a gallows, trap and lever, and enough space for as many as three nooses. One was already dangling, ready and waiting.

“Excellent workmanship,” I observed as I caressed part of the frame.

“It is a lovely gallows. I can’t wait to try it out. It’s too bad Mr. Jenks failed that last test when he did. I could have invited him back here and executed him properly.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about Mr. Jenks and your gallows, Anita.”

“Oh?”

“I think I may have the solution.”

“And what is that, Kevin?”

“How’d you like to break in your gallows by hanging me?”

For the first time ever, I had caught Anita totally dumbfounded. “Kevin, you must be joking!”

“I’m quite serious, Anita. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I guess watching you hang Mr. Jenks had a… well, it had a profound effect on me.”

She looked at me for a long moment. Then she murmured, “You’re serious, aren’t you.”

I smiled as I nodded at her. “You’re certainly dressed for the occasion. Weren’t you sort of hoping you might get to hang me when I said I wanted to come over?”

“Oh Kevin, I… I…”

She blushed. Then I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. “Kevin, you’d really do this for me?”

“All my affairs have been put in order. I came over here fully expecting to be hauled away by a disposal unit from the university.”

“Kevin, I… I don’t know what to say.” Then she looked at me carefully before asking, “Are you sure?”

“Just say the word, Anita.”

“Oh, you dear man!” Then she embraced me. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever gotten out of her.

She pulled away and cleared her throat. “Right, let’s get down to it. Now I’ll want you to strip, Kevin.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

I undressed right in front of her. I put everything in a pile on a chair along the far well. She went over to a cabinet, opened it up, and retrieved a set of cuffs.

She came over, appearing a little flustered. “Oh, my. I’m so excited right now that I… I’d better get into my role.”

“You do what you have to do, Miss Woodcock. I don’t mind.”

She looked down and smiled at my developing erection. “Yes, I can see you don’t mind at all; do you Mr. Donaldson.” So now she was formally getting into her role, eh?

She cuffed my hands behind my back. Then she escorted me over to the gallows. My cock had hardened even more.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. Donaldson. What do I blame this on? Was it your inability to pass a test? Or perhaps you secretly wanted me to hang you?”

“I believe it’s the latter, Miss Woodcock.”

“I see.”

She pulled the noose down and looped it around my neck. I could tell she was trying to be all serious. But she certainly seemed moved by my offer to be her first on her newly built gallows.

“Well, Mr. Donaldson. If your desire is to hang, I believe we can make those accommodations for you. As you can see, a booster recently built this structure for me. And you get to be lucky number one.”

“Glad I can help out, Miss Woodcock.”

“This is not going to be a pulley and lift, Mr. Donaldson. I hope you understand that.”

“Seeing the trap and that lever over there makes me think this is going to be similar to a real hanging, Miss Woodcock. I’m fully aware of the situation.”

“Oh, Mr. Donaldson. You have no idea what this means to me.”

She looked at me for a long moment. She appeared to hesitate about something. Then she muttered, “Oh hell; he deserves it.”

She came over and knelt in front of me. Then she took my erection into her mouth. It was her first time sucking me, and it was heavenly.

She got me so excited that I almost shot my load before she stopped. “Oh no, Mr. Donaldson. We’re going to save that for the hanging.”

She rose up and went over to the lever. She grabbed on and gave me a long look. “You are such a darling man. Enjoy the ride, Mr. Donaldson. After all, you asked for it.” Then she pulled the lever.

I wasn’t expecting the drop. It caught me totally by surprise. I just hung there in shock as she maintained her grip on the lever.

My senses finally caught up to me. Then I really started to kick. A moment later, the panic made my cock go off.

It hurt like hell. But it was incredibly erotic despite the pain. I could tell by the look in Anita’s eyes how much my sacrifice meant to her.

I must have fought for a couple of minutes at least. My cock remained hard and dripping. Then Anita came over again.

She knelt down, pulled me close and sucked on my erection. I was just conscious enough to feel it. This time I came in her mouth.

She rose up and showed me the mouthful she had. Then she gulped it down. I’ll always treasure this moment, Kevin.” Then my senses shut down as consciousness ebbed away.

2022 (written Nov 25 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by the renders by Noose Art.)

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Lovers’ Deep Endurance (Guest Author) 3.7 (30)

Posted on July 20, 2026 by riwa

Lovers’ Deep Endurance

By Akhi Luta

The sun hung low over the horizon, bleeding orange and purple across a placid, endless blue. The dive boat, a thirty-foot catamaran named *Wanderlust*, bobbed gently on the swell, its deck warm underfoot. Nate DeuPont stood at the stern, his movements economical and precise as he checked the twin tanks, the regulators, the pressure gauges. His reddish-blonde hair, cut short and neat, caught the last of the light like polished copper. A thin, pale scar traced the line of his jaw, another nicked his left eyebrow—quiet medals from a life spent in demanding service. His blue eyes, the color of a deep arctic ice, were fixed on his task, but a faint, private smile played on his lips.

Kiran Hayes leaned against the gunwale, watching him. The breeze off the water lifted strands of her hair, a cascade of dark, silky indigo that held a secret purple sheen in the right light. It fell over one shoulder, contrasting with her sun-kissed, golden-tan skin. A simple, thin-strapped sundress in a pattern of white and coral blossoms hugged the generous, stunning curves of her body—the kind of figure that turned heads on any beach, in any city. Her green eyes, vivid as sea glass, held a mixture of affection and simmering excitement.

“Final check,” Nate said, his voice a low, steady rumble. He handed her a custom-configured dive rig. “Air’s full. Comms are on a private channel. Depth’s about sixty feet here, sandy bottom, some nice coral heads. Current’s negligible.”

Kiran took the rig, her fingers brushing his. “Just a nice, relaxing dive,” she said, her tone dripping with playful irony.

“Exactly.” His smile widened, showing a flash of white teeth. “A standard recreational dive. Nothing to report.”

They helped each other into the neoprene. Nate’s wetsuit was a matte black, 5mm, covering him from neck to ankle. Kiran’s was a deep violet, a perfect match for her hair, and it zipped up the back with Nate’s help, the material stretching taut over the swell of her hips and the arch of her back. They sat on the dive platform, fins on, masks adjusted. Nate gave the signal—a tap to his temple, then a pointed finger down into the blue. Kiran nodded, placed her regulator in her mouth, and let herself fall backwards into the embrace of the ocean.

The world muted into a bubble-filled sigh. Sunlight speared down in wavering columns, illuminating drifting motes of plankton. They descended side-by-side, equalizing pressure, a stream of silver bubbles rising from their regulators. Nate moved with a fluid, powerful grace, every kick efficient. Kiran swam like a natural extension of the sea, her long hair fanning out like a dark nebula.

The sandy bottom rose to meet them, dotted with brain coral and sea fans that waved in a slow, hypnotic dance. A school of silver jack flitted past, ignoring the intruders. Nate hovered, checking his dive computer, then turned to Kiran. He unclipped the knife from his calf sheath. It was a serious piece of gear: a seven-inch titanium blade with a serrated spine. He held it up, the metal glinting. Kiran’s eyes crinkled above her mask. She unclipped her own, a slightly smaller but no less sharp blade.

This was the unspoken ritual. The pretense of the dive melted away.

Nate swam close, the water slowing their movements to a sensual, weightless ballet. He put a hand on her waist, feeling the neoprene give under his grip. With deliberate slowness, he brought the tip of his knife to the shoulder of her wetsuit. The sharp point caught, then he drew the blade down, a clean, tearing sound muffled by the water. The violet neoprene parted like a peel, revealing a strip of her tanned shoulder, then the curve of her collarbone.

Kiran shivered, a stream of bubbles bursting from her regulator in a quick burst. She returned the favor. Reaching for him, she placed her knife at the center of his chest and dragged it downward. The black material split, exposing the pale, scarred skin of his sternum, the hard plane of his abdomen. They worked in a silent, focused tandem, cutting away the constraints. His knife traced the line of her spine through the back zip, peeling the suit from her like a second skin. Her blade circled his arms, slit the legs open.

Great, floating shrouds of neoprene drifted away, caught by the mild current and beginning their slow sink toward the sand. They were exposed now, their bodies pale where the suits had been, the rest kissed by the sun. The water was cool, a constant, intimate caress over every inch of them. Kiran’s breasts, full and heavy, bobbed gently in the buoyancy. Nate’s physique was all corded muscle and functional strength, and between his legs, already stirred by the spectacle and the cold water, his cock began to thicken, rising to its full, imposing length—a thick, veined nine inches that stood out starkly against his fair skin.

Kiran stared at it, her green eyes darkening with hunger behind the mask. She swam closer, her hands coming to rest on his hips. She looked up at him, a question in her gaze. Nate gave a single, slow nod.

She let her regulator fall from her mouth, letting it dangle. Taking a final, deep breath from the tank, she held it. Then she sank down in the water, her body arcing gracefully. Her hair floated up around her face like a dark halo. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

The sensation was surreal, electric. The warm, wet suction of her mouth contrasted violently with the cool ocean. Nate’s head tipped back, a torrent of bubbles exploding from his regulator as a guttural, soundless groan was torn from him. He could see her below, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes closed in concentration. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft, her head bobbing with the rhythm of the water around them. One of her hands wrapped around the base of him, the other braced against his thigh. It was breathtakingly lewd, a scene of pure, underwater debauchery. The sounds were the muffled slosh of water, the click of her knife against his belt as she moved, the constant hum of blood in his own ears.

He could feel the pressure building, a tight, urgent coil low in his gut. His balls drew up. *So good. Too good.* He was seconds from losing it, from emptying himself down her throat in a burst of salt and spent air. But that wasn’t the plan.

With a force of will that felt like bending steel, he reached down and tapped her shoulder twice—their signal for *stop*.

Kiran’s eyes flew open, meeting his. She released him with a soft, watery pop, a string of saliva and seawater connecting her lips to his tip for a second before dissipating. She looked frustrated, needy. She grabbed for her regulator, took two quick, sharp breaths, and expelled them in a cloud of frustration.

Nate didn’t let her recover. His own need was a live wire. He ripped his regulator from his mouth and let it go. The world became utterly silent save for the thump of his own heartbeat. He surged forward, his hands gripping her hips, turning her in the water. She understood, kicking slightly to align herself. He pulled her close, her back to his chest for a moment, his erection pressing against the cleft of her ass. Then he guided her around, face to face.

He saw the flash of anticipation in her wide green eyes. He hooked an arm under her thigh, lifting her leg. The water made her weightless. He notched the broad, leaking head of his cock against her entrance. Even through the water, she was hot. He pushed.

*Uunnnhhh.*

The moan was silent, but he saw it shape her lips. Her head fell back, her hair streaming upward. He slid into her in one slow, relentless, water-assisted glide. She was incredibly tight, the ocean doing nothing to lessen the delicious, clenching friction. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locking around his neck, her body clinging to his.

There was no finesse now, no slow build. It was a race against their own lungs. Nate drove into her, hard and deep, each thrust a powerful kick of his legs that sent them drifting backward through the water column. Kiran met every one, rolling her hips, taking him to the hilt. Her breasts pressed against his scarred chest, their nipples hard pebbles. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Bubbles escaped from both their lips—tiny, desperate exhalations of their dwindling air.

The sensations were overwhelming, amplified by the peril. The cool water swirling around their joined heat, the silent, frantic intensity of their movement, the absolute privacy of the deep blue world. Nate could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him, a frantic, rhythmic pulse. His own release was a tsunami building behind a crumbling dam. His vision started to sparkle at the edges—not from pleasure, but from oxygen deprivation. He could see Kiran’s body beginning to tremble with the same need for air.

It was time.

He hammered into her one last, final time, burying himself to the root. He felt her convulse around him, a series of violent, milking spasms. That was the trigger. His climax erupted, a hot, liquid jetting that seemed to go on and on, pumping into her depths, a private offering lost in the sea. The pleasure was blinding, white-hot, merging with the burning fire in his lungs.

Together, as one, they kicked.

They abandoned the embrace, pushing away from each other, their bodies angled toward the distant, shimmering surface. They shot upward, legs pumping, a frantic ascent. The pressure changed in their ears. The light grew brighter, sharper.

They broke the surface with twin, gasping roars, sucking in huge, ragged lungfuls of sweet, salty air. The world rushed back in—the sound of waves slapping the hull of the *Wanderlust*, the cry of a distant gull, the hum of the boat’s generator.

Nate tread water, heaving, his heart slamming against his ribs. Kiran was a few feet away, doing the same, her beautiful face flushed, her purple hair plastered to her skin and shoulders. They stared at each other, chests heaving, the aftermath of their shared, breathless climax still vibrating through their bodies.

Slowly, he swam to her. She met him halfway. He cupped her face in his wet hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. She smiled, a tired, sated, radiant smile. He lowered his mouth to hers.

The kiss was not hungry or desperate. It was deep, slow, and profoundly romantic. A mingling of salt and shared breath, a tender seal on the explosive intimacy they’d just shared sixty feet below. Her lips were soft and yielding under his. He could taste the ocean, and underneath it, the unique, warm taste of her.

When they finally parted, they rested their foreheads together, floating in the gentle swell, wrapped in the quiet afterglow and the vast, forgiving sea.

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My visit to St. Fellat 3 4.3 (24)

Posted on July 13, 2026 by riwa

After dinner, I took a walk around the island. But I was invariably drawn back to the many pools of the resort. I guess I was thinking about getting my cock sucked again.

Imagine my surprise when I came across a pool with one side made entirely of some sort of glass or Plexiglas. You could see anyone and everything in the water. It made me wonder who the hell would want to swim in there while being ogled by any voyeurs who just happened to be passing by.

About that time, I saw an island girl get into the water. She immediately began swimming around. She wore a bikini that was kind of blue in color, with lines running across the cups of her top as well as her bottoms.

She caught me watching her as she swam underwater. She got this huge grin on her face as she looked in my direction. I got the distinct impression she was showing off, and that she loved the way I was observing her swim.


It wasn’t long until I saw someone get into the water with her. It was some guy in a set of blue trunks. There were designs printed on it, some type of flowers perhaps.

He did very little swimming around. In fact, I think he just stood there for the most part. But this island girl took an immediate shine to him.

She occasionally surfaced to catch her breath. Then she would go right back down underwater. She spent a lot of time touching his trunks; pulling on the material, rubbing his bulge or playing with his balls through the fabric.


Was this my cue to leave? I was pretty sure they could both see me watching all the action. But he didn’t say a word in my direction.

The girl spent a lot of time underwater, playing with his trunks and rubbing his cock through his suit. Whenever she ran out of air, she would surface for her next breath. Then she would go back down below the surface where she returned to her groping and fondling. She really seemed to be enjoying herself.


At one point, she pulled her top off. That’s when he reached down and groped her breasts. I found myself becoming quite aroused as I watched the action taking place in the pool.


She spent a lot of time underwater letting him grope and fondle her. Occasionally she would go back up for another breath. But she would always come back down.

She finally went to work on his suit. She pulled it down his legs and got it off. Then she began stroking his erection. By then, he was quite hard.


She really teased the hell out of him. And she mostly stayed below the surface, holding her breath and playing with his cock while he stood there with his head above water, getting all the air he needed. I could tell she was having fun with him.

She pressed her boobs up against his dick. And she caressed his erection with her hands while occasionally licking his balls. I couldn’t believe she was being so brazen while I was looking in on them!

At one point, she turned and looked right at me. She had his cock in her hand, and she had this huge grin on her face. It was as though she was telling me, “Look what I’ve got to play with!”


They both knew I was standing there watching through the glass. But neither one said so much as a word to me. Clearly she was enjoying being observed as she played with him.

She went up to get another breath. This time, she kept her head up as she turned and backed up against him. She even pulled down her bottoms so she could tease his erection with her bare ass.


A part of me thought I should just leave them alone. But I strongly suspected she was doing everything in that pool to that guy for my benefit as well as his. It was as though she was playing to me while I was watching them.

She finally submerged and took him into her mouth. She really loved on his erection. I could tell how much she enjoyed having him between her lips.

At one point, she turned and looked right at me while she was all stretched out. The lust was evident in her expression. The way she sucked him as she eyed me made it seem as though she wished I was the one she was sucking!


She went up for another breath. Then she came back down. That’s when she really sucked on him. She gave me a knowing look before she really went to work blowing him while holding her breath.


Bubbles came up until I saw something else. Cream began seeping out around the seal her lips made around his dick. Then she turned and grinned at me, showing a mouthful of his cum before slurping it back into her mouth and swallowing it down.

She went back to sucking until it looked as though she’d drained his balls. Then she rose up and kissed him. He kissed her back before retrieving his suit, putting it back on, and then walking to the shallow end and climbing out of the pool as though that was all he needed from her.

He had barely rounded a corner and disappeared from sight before the island girl turned in my direction. I was about to walk away when she waved at me to come join her. By now, my cock was hard as a rock in my white trunks.

I went around to the shallow end where she stood naked, smiling at me as she said, “Hi. My name is Mimi. Did you enjoy the show?”

Before I could answer, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down into the pool with her. Then she reached down and found my bulge, groping it with her hand. “Yeah,” she giggled. “You enjoyed the show all right. Let me see what I can do for an encore.”

She worked us into deeper water. Then she submerged. That’s when she began playing with my bulge through my trunks.


She held her breath as she groped and pawed me. She was quite the tease. Then she came up to the surface to get a breath.

She playfully floated at the surface. Her legs were parted so I could get a good look at her snatch. It was obvious what she was looking for.

I dutifully went in and started licking and tonguing her. She really seemed to like it. It turned me on the way she gasped and moaned.

She took a breath and submerged. Then she moaned and bubbled as I continued licking. She apparently liked oral both ways while holding her breath.

I’d been serviced a few times during my stay on the island. So I figured it was my turn to return the favor. So I really gave it my all, using my tongue on her juicy twat.

She wriggled and bubbled until she came up gasping for breath. She moaned over how good it felt. Then she submerged herself again.

She went lower and lower into the water until she’d all but bent over backwards. She groped her boobs as I tongued her. The occasional bubble came up out of her mouth as she moaned and clenched around my thrusting tongue.


I held onto her ass as she writhed and groaned. Then I heard a bubbly cry. A moment later she was cumming with my tongue inside her.

She finally came up gasping quietly. Then she stood upright. “That deserves a special reward,” she panted with a lewd grin.

She took a deep breath. Then she submerged. She immediately went right to work on my cock, licking and sucking.


She stayed down for a long time, holding her breath as she blew me underwater. I couldn’t help wondering if all the ladies on this island were so talented. It felt incredible!

When she came up for air, she asked how long I could hold my breath. I told her I was more than willing to find out. She just smiled as she led me out into deeper water.

We inhaled together before going down. She went right back to work sucking on my dick. It felt even better holding my breath with her.


She stretched out horizontally as she worked on my cock. She acted as though she wanted to swallow the whole thing. She was a real pro!

We held our breath a couple times as she sucked me at the bottom of the pool. When we surfaced, she panted, “Gawd; I want you inside me.”

“No problem,” I replied as I worked my dick into her hole.


We went back down while holding our breath. She really rode me while groaning and bubbling. I worked on holding my breath so I could stay down with her for as long as possible. But I just couldn’t hold it that long.

We were in about five feet of water as I fucked her with my head at the surface. She got a big breath and submerged. Then she turned toward the glass wall. That’s when I turned and noticed a couple watching us.


Mimi stayed down and held her breath for quite a while. Then she came up gasping. I held her in my lap as she whispered in my ear, “Let’s give ‘em a show.”

I nodded as she got a big breath. Then she went over backwards. I bent my knees and submerged to hold my breath as I fucked her.

She really groaned and bubbled as she groped her breasts. I could tell she was enjoying herself. Frankly, so was I. I wasn’t even thinking about our private audience!


We fucked like that for as long as she could hold her breath. Then she came up and gasped deeply. She switched around on me until I was behind her. Then she submerged again.

I submerged with her so I could hold my breath. She loved fucking me underwater. And I could tell she was really playing to our audience.


I couldn’t hold my breath like she could. So I rose up to breathe. She just stayed down as I kept thrusting into her.

I suddenly heard her cry out as she grabbed her boobs. Then she started cumming like crazy. I could feel her clenching around my erection as I thrust in and out of her.


She came up for a breath before going right back down. She looked right at that couple while she had another orgasm underwater. By then, I was about ready to pop.

She suddenly came off my cock and started jerking me. That’s when I shot a load into the water. She grinned at that couple the entire time she was squeezing all that juice out of me.


She came up and thanked me for all the cums I’d given her. I thanked her for the one she’d given me. She told me it was her pleasure.

I turned to look. But that couple watching us had already vanished. “I wonder if I started something with them,” Mimi chuckled at me as I pulled my trunks back on before climbing out of the pool.

6/17/25 Inspired by pics from Sexunderwater.com

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Asami’s nice day on Santamos Island 4.3 (29)

Posted on July 6, 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

Asami was thrilled when Master took her on a trip. She loved the ride on the boat to the island. She didn’t know anything about where they were going, but she didn’t care.

At the hotel, she signed some paperwork for the concierge. Then she and her Master went back to the boat. That’s when he retrieved a noose.

She asked him who it was for. He smiled as he told her it was for her. “Really?” she replied as her eyes widened.

“You signed the paperwork,” he told her. Then he showed a copy to her.

She studied it for the first time. “Is this for real?” she finally asked.

“It is,” he replied. “What; you didn’t fully understand it?”

“You know me, Master,” she replied cheerfully. “I’m willing to sign anything you want me to.”

“Do you have a problem with this?”

“No, Master,” she said without hesitation. “If this is what you want for me, then this is what I want to do for you.”

“Good girl,” he told her with a smile. Seeing him happy made her feel good.

They found a nice-looking tree on the shore overlooking the ocean. “What about there?” he asked, pointing it out to her.

“Anything for you, Master.”

He moved the craft in close, dropped anchor and then tied off the boat. Then they swam ashore. She obediently followed him over to the tree.

He climbed the tree to a promising branch where he tied off the noose. When he climbed down, Asami noticed it was set a little high for her. “How do we reach it, Master?” she asked out of curiosity.

“I’ll lift you up,” he replied with a smile. “You grab the noose and loop it around your throat. Then I’ll let you go.”

She brightened as she told him, “Ok. That should work.” Then she asked, “How do you want me to hang, Master?”

“Naked, of course.”

“Ooo, I was hoping you’d say that.” Then she quickly stripped out of her clothes.

When she was fully undressed she asked, “Can I see your cock, Master?”

“Certainly,” he told her before removing all his clothes.

She immediately noticed his erection. It made her lick her lips. “Are you excited to hang me, Master?”

He couldn’t lie to her. “Yes I am, Asami.”

“May I taste your cum one last time before I hang?”

“Certainly!”

This thrilled the young woman. “Oh thank you, Master!”

She got down on her knees and eagerly sucked him off. She didn’t even try to delay the inevitable. She quickly got him hard before she ended up getting a mouthful of his spunk.

“I’m ready, Master,” she finally told him. “I haven’t swallowed it all though. I hope it’s ok with you that I die with your cum on my tongue and lips.”

“Permission granted,” he replied with a smile, causing her to beam with pride.

She took one last look around. It really was a lovely location. She loved the tree and the ocean. The blue skies made it all so doubly enjoyable.

He grabbed her legs and hefted her up into the air. She grabbed the noose and swiftly looped it around her head. That’s when she told him, “Got it, Master!”

He gently lowered her until the noose took her full weight. She wasn’t expecting constricting pain around her throat, although she attempted to bear it well. She also wasn’t expecting Master’s cock to get stiff again so soon. But it was a welcome sight.

Other than the strain around her throat, it really was a lovely experience. And it was such a wonderful location. With the sun warming her naked body, the last breath of salty sea air still filling her lungs, Asami realized her Master couldn’t have picked a nicer day to string her up like this.

He smiled at her as he told her, “Can you masturbate for me, honey?” Asami smiled back at him despite the pain around her neck. That’s when she started rubbing her crotch while fingering herself.

She vigorously played with her pussy. But she could not help it as she fucked the air in the direction of Master. It was as if her body had taken on a life of its own. But she didn’t mind, as his cock was really hard. It thrilled her to know he was sexually aroused while enjoying her dance.

It wasn’t long until she climaxed for Master, thrusting her hips outward as she fingered herself. But she soon she exhausted herself. That’s when Master stepped forward.

He pressed his face into her crotch, licking her slit and nibbling on her nub. She rasped and moaned as she humped his face in the noose. Ooooh, Master was making her feel so good!

She ground her crotch against Master’s face and mouth before shuddering in orgasm. But he just kept on licking. Oooooh, Master was REALLY being nice to her!

Perhaps that was why he hadn’t fucked her. Maybe he didn’t want to taste his own cum. But that was ok. She didn’t mind.

She humped against his face until she climaxed again. Then he slowly stepped away. That meant the noose took her full weight once more.

Asami had the presence of mind to find just enough energy to go back to masturbating again. This time, she consciously humped in Master’s direction. When she saw him stroking, it triggered another orgasm within her.

She panicked when she finally reached the point where she could hardly breathe. So she began jerking, struggling and dancing in the noose. She noticed Master stroking even harder at her efforts, causing her to kick and thrash about even more.

She ferociously fought her noose, clawing at it while simultaneously masturbating. She managed one more cum before she hung limp. Asami gently twisted and turned in the noose as she swayed back and forth, stray spasms and convulsions rippling through her nerves and muscles.

Master came up to her and used her feet on his cock. He used them until he came all over her toes. Then he got real close.

She was still conscious when he licked her crotch again. She happily experienced one last little orgasm from his tongue. Then consciousness spiraled away into oblivion.


Written 1/4/25; ed. 6/10/2025. Inspired by Tomomaru’s drawing.

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Santamos Island birthday 4.5 (24)

Posted on July 6, 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

What do you get for a guy on his birthday? Well, if he lives on Santamos Island, that means you want to give him something special. And since he charters guests out to drown in the waters off the island, you want to give him not just any ordinary gift. You want to give him the gift of your life.

I secretly made all the arrangements. I got the paperwork in the mail, filled it out, and then sent it back. Then I flew out the morning of his birthday.

Once I arrived, I checked in with the hotel concierge. She doubled checked all her records. They showed the birthday boy Don Dapperlee had a client scheduled for 1pm. I thanked her before heading down to the marina.

Don wasn’t there. He was attending some sort of meeting. That gave me plenty of time to get on board his boat.

I went below and waited until he returned. He was back by 12:30. I was hiding down in his cabin, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl.

He waited until 1pm. Then I heard him unhappily mutter, “I wonder where my client is. She’s late.”

“No I’m not,” I said as I emerged up from the cabin in my birthday suit.

He looked at me in shock. “When did you get on board?” I told him I’d been on his boat for an hour, but that I hadn’t touched much of anything.

He looked at me kind of funny. “Sandy?” he finally said as he stared incredulously. “What are you doing all the way down here from New York?”

“Happy birthday, Don.” Then I walked up and gave him my deepest, most passionate kiss. His cock instantly hardened in his shorts as he pressed up against me.

“Shall we go?” I told him as I motioned out toward the sea. “Can’t keep our birthday boy waiting now, can we?”

“You came all the way down here from New York… for my birthday?”

“It’s a special treat for the both of us,” I replied as I deliberately rubbed his bulge with my hand.

—

The last time I saw Don Dapperlee was on a Saturday night several months ago back in New York. He wined and dined me. Afterwards, I gave him the best fuck of his life in a luxury hotel room… or so I told myself.

Life got a little boring after that. The clients were all the same. Then I learned Don was taking guests out to be drowned on Santamos Island. That sounded thrilling to me. And since I didn’t think I had that much to live for, I decided to give him a visit I hoped he would not soon forget.

Anyway, I wandered around naked on his boat as he took us out. At one point, I got involved with some rope as I showed him my best featuree. I could tell he was practically drooling over me. It gave me the erotic shivers something fierce.


I didn’t tell him where to take me. I just told him to go where the mood took him. It gave me a thrill imagining what he was going to do to me.

He finally stopped the boat. Then he waved me over. “C’mere, you.”

I slunk over to him on my hands and knees. He pulled me up to my feet and bent me over the pilot’s wheel. Then he pulled down his shorts and fucked me right there. Gawd, it was glorious!

Afterwards, he stripped out of all his clothes. Then we both dove over the side for a naked swim. He was all over me, pawing and groping me everywhere.

I finally submerged to suck his cock underwater while holding my breath. I’d practiced back home in the bathtub a few times for this moment. I didn’t want to disappoint either him or myself.

I needn’t have worried. I got a nice mouthful for my efforts. Then we climbed back on board his boat.

He got us both a drink. Then he asked me how I wanted to do this. I told him it was his birthday and to surprise me. I wanted him to have the best birthday ever.

I explained that we both knew how this was going to end. I suggested he treat me as such. So he got some rope and tied my arms behind my back.

He made me suck his cock. Then I climbed aboard his lap. I sat on his tool and rode him as he groped and squeezed my melons.

“I can’t believe you remembered my birthday, Sandy. Are you serious? Is this really the present you want to give me?”

I told him that life had gotten pretty boring back in New York. Then I’d heard about what he was doing down here on Santamos Island. I explained I didn’t know why, but I just had to come down here and see him one last time.


He let me do all the work as I rode him. But I didn’t mind. It was his birthday, and I was there to please.

I got him to cum inside me. But I hadn’t cum yet. He wanted me to enjoy myself, but I told him I was strictly out here for his pleasure.

I finally asked him, “So how do you want to drown me, Don? How do you want to remember me by?”

“You mean it, Sandy?”

“I mean it, Don. How would you like to do me? I mean REALLY do me?”

“To be honest, I’d like to fuck you underwater, Sandy. I’d like to have my cock inside you when you start to drown. Your drowning body would squeeze all the cum right out of me as you hitched, gurgled and bubbled your last. Then I think I’d just like to let you go, your body disappearing out of sight toward the ocean depths.”

His words really turned me on as I gasped, “Gawd, Don; let’s do it now!”

“Ok, Sandy,” he said with a grin as he lifted me up off his dick. I was disappointed when he came out of me. But I knew he would be right back inside within a very short time.

He tied some weights to my ankles. Then he tied me to all that rope I’d been playing with earlier. Afterwards, he got his scuba gear ready.

He had it on and was breathing from it when he pushed me off his boat. I got a big breath before I hit the water with a splash. Then the weights pulled me right down until the rope I was tethered to jerked me up short.

Don came right down to me buck-naked except for the gear on his back. He didn’t waste a moment. He just slipped right into me and started fucking me.

He was nice and hard, and I was horny as hell. It must have been a couple of minutes before my lungs started heaving. But I vowed to hold out for as long as I could.

He groped my boobs as he fucked me. Then the breath burst out of my body. I just couldn’t hold it any longer.

I started spasming and convulsing while impaled upon his shaft. I could feel how hard he was. Then I suddenly felt him start to shoot a hot load up inside me.

I had a glorious cum in the midst of my drowning. He groped my boobs as I quivered and shuddered. The last thing I was aware of was his cock inside me before consciousness faded away.

I don’t know how long he was there inside me. But he finally released me from all that rope. Then my naked body headed down to the depths, a stray bubble coming out of my flooded lungs. All I could do was hope I would end up being the best birthday present of his entire life.

4/4/25 Inspired by the pictures I found on the internet.

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Satisfying his last client (male victim) 4.2 (26)

Posted on June 29, 2026 by riwa

A bonus story to make up for my tardiness at posting today.

Stella and Morgana were getting complaints again. It seemed Melvin was not living up to expectations. He was supposed to be making their clients happy.

They sought him out until they found him in room 206 with a client. They sent an electronic message to his room to report to them as soon as he was finished. Then they spent some time looking through the feedback on Melvin’s performances on their laptops.

He reported to their office twenty minutes later. By then, another complaint had been lodged. It had come to them less than five minutes ago.

He was instructed to sit down. Morgana icily asked him how his performance had been lately. “I’ve been getting no complaints,” he replied. “Why?”

“Well, that’s not the way we’ve been hearing it,” Stella told him. “We just got one five minutes ago. She says you were not attentive to her needs.”

“What do you ladies want from me?” he asked indignantly. “I lick ‘em and I fuck ‘em. Isn’t that why I’m here?”

“We want happy clients when they leave,” Morgana told him. “If they’re not happy, they might not come back. And if they do, they seem to ask for someone else.”

“I can’t help it if I don’t look like Brad Pitt or Robert Redford.”

“Looks are not as critical as performance,” Stella told him. “Our clients want the complete package. They want you to wine and dine them before taking them to bed. They want your undivided attention.”

“Have you listened to some of these woman?” Melvin protested. “It’s no wonder they can’t get a date out in the real world! And have you seen some of the women that come in here?”

“That’s not our problem,” Morgana told him, an angry tone in her voice. “Their private lives are none of our affair. Our only purpose is to give them a pleasant experience that will bring them back again and again.”

“Well, I don’t know how those other guys do it. Some of those bitches are crazy.”

Stella slammed her fist down on the desk, causing him to jump with a start. “I don’t care what shape they’re in when they come here to see us. I only care about what shape they’re in when they leave. You were hired to make sure they leave happy and fulfilled.”

“But I tell you, you can’t please these women! They’re expectations are off the charts, even for a place like this!”

“We’re not getting complaints directed toward any of the other gigolos, Melvin. We’re only getting complaints directed toward you.”

“It’s not my fault you keep sending me bitches who can’t be satisfied no matter what you do for them.”

Now it was Morgana’s turn to slam a fist down on the desk. The black-haired manager eyed him coldly as she told him, “You will not use that word again to describe our clients. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Melvin replied emotionlessly. “I won’t ever use that word in your presence again.”

“You’d better not,” Stella warned him. Then the blonde looked at Morgana who nodded back at her.

“You seem to be having an off-day today, Melvin.” Then Morgana looked at the screen on her laptop before adding, “I think we’re going to call it a day for you. Maybe a good night’s sleep will clear your head and help you perform better.”

“As you wish,” Melvin replied unhappily as he stood up to go. “Is there anything else?”

Morgana started typing something. That’s when Stella looked at her laptop screen. “Just a minute, Melvin. We’ve got a last minute client who just came in.” Then she looked up at him and smiled.

“This will be an easy one, Melvin. Don’t fuck it up, and maybe we’ll keep you on a little while longer. Now get the fuck out of here and go get ready.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied irritably as he headed for the door.

—

Melvin went back to his room and checked his laptop. There was one more client he was supposed to meet up with. But they wanted him clean. So he took a quick shower.

He applied a little cologne. Then he pulled up the screen to the laptop and read the instructions for his last client of the day. This one was a little odd.

He was wanted up on the penthouse floor. That was where Stella and Morgana lived. What the hell was this? Was he supposed to entertain one of their personal friends?

He was supposed to arrive naked, a robe draped around his shoulders. He was also supposed to be wearing a set of handcuffs. Some of these crazy requirements were a bit much. The pay was good, but he was starting to wonder if he should consider another line of work.

—

He emerged out of the elevator onto the penthouse floor. He walked straight down the hallway. Then he turned the corner.

He inhaled sharply when he saw Morgana standing there in her sleek black outfit. She smiled as she waved him over. What the hell was this?

“Who’s my client?” he asked in confusion. She just smiled as she removed his robe, allowing it to drop from his shoulders. Then she escorted him naked down another hallway.

“Are these satisfactory?” he asked, holding his cuffed wrists up before her.

“They’ll do,” she replied with a smile.

“Who’s my client?” he asked again.

“You’re looking at her.”

“You??” Morgana just smiled at him as she nodded her head with a faint giggle.

“You… you want me to…”

“…to satisfy me,” she finished for him.

“Gawd!” he panted with growing excitement as his cock began to stir. “I never dreamed…”

“…you’d get the chance to please me?”

They rounded a corner and saw a door. Outside the door was some sort of structure. There was a noose dangling downward from it.

Morgana walked him right up to it. He looked confused as she put him in place before looping the coil around his throat. He didn’t even think to move or react until after she’d already tightened it around his neck.

“I don’t understand,” he murmured uncomfortably. Then he heard a door open. A moment later, Stella emerged.

“Allow me to explain things to you,” the blonde told him as she stepped up to the controls. “Morgana is your last client of the day. Let’s see if you can satisfy her, shall we?”

“Satisfy?” he asked in growing alarm. That’s when Stella pushed a button. Slack was taken out of the rope until he was lifted up onto his toes.

Morgana began caressing his naked body as he rasped for breath. Then she reached down and grasped onto his growing erection. “Mmmm… nice and hard, I see. I like that in a man.”

He shuffled around upon his toes as he looked at her in disbelief. His cock stiffened in her hand as she touched him all over. Then he turned to look at Stella as though begging her to do something.

She just stood there by the controls, a knowing smile on her face. “You want to satisfy her; don’t you, Melvin?” He wasn’t sure how he should respond to that.

Morgana grabbed his head and turned his face toward her as she jerked his cock. “Look over here, Melvin. This is all about me; understand? You DO want to satisfy me, don’t you?”

Melvin quickly thought it over as he shuffled around upon his toes. Perhaps this was their last ditch attempt to get him to do their bidding. And since he didn’t want to hang, he certainly wanted to please Morgana, if not the both of them. So he nodded his head.

“You see, Stella?” the black-haired beauty told her companion. “He can be reasonable. You just have to give him the proper motivation.” Then she addressed Melvin as she told him, “Now stroke your cock for me. I want to watch you masturbate.”

Melvin reached down with his cuffed hands and began stroking himself. It was hard to breathe, and he kept shuffling around upon his toes. Why the hell didn’t they just take the noose off so he could do a proper job of it?

Morgana told him, “Ok, Melvin. Now let’s see you stroke your cock for me in midair.” And with that, Stella pushed a button.

Melvin was abruptly pulled a foot up into the air. The strain around his neck was incredible. Instinctively he brought his hands up to claw at the noose around his throat as his legs started to pedal.

“No, Melvin,” Morgana chastised him. “I want you to stroke yourself in midair. Aren’t you listening?”


“Better do as she says, Melvin,” Stella warned him. “You want to satisfy her, don’t you?”

He tried to obey, tried to lower his wrists. But the agony around his throat made his hands instinctively jerk back upward. He kicked and twisted as he fought the urge to reach for his neck, but to no avail.

“No, Melvin! I said ‘STROKE YOURSELF’, damn you! Like this!” And with that, Morgana reached out, grabbed his erection and jerked him.

His cock twitched in her hand as he tried to reach down. But each time, instinct made him reach back up. That’s when Morgana grabbed his hands, pulled them down and forcibly wrapped his fingers around his erection… “STROKE, DAMN YOU!”

“Careful, Melvin,” Stella warned. “She wants you to make yourself cum while you’re in midair. Better get to stroking now if you want to satisfy her.”

Morgana forced him to jerk his cock. But when she let go, his hands instinctively shot back up to claw at the rope around his throat. He rasped as he struggled to get air down his windpipe.

“Still can’t satisfy a woman; eh, Melvin? Guess I’ll have to do this myself.” Then Morgana gently stroked him while cupping his balls.

His cock twitched in her hand. Then he started to thrust as he humped and shimmied. He was still humping when his cock shot a huge load into the air, arcing onto the floor in front of him.

His lips turned blue as his face went red. He gawked and humped until he suddenly seemed to run out of steam. A moment later, his cuffed hands fell in front of him.

“That’s better, Melvin,” Morgana affectionately told him. “Stroke that dick. Here, let me help you. We’ll teach you yet how to satisfy a woman.”

She wrapped his fingers around his dick. Melvin gently humped as though he was fucking his hand. Then he quivered before he stopped resisting.

He twisted as he gently swung in place. His fingers stayed wrapped around his dick. He looked like he was stroking himself as cum oozed out of the tip. It trickled down his hands, slithered down to his balls, and then dripped onto the floor.

“What do you think?” Stella wanted to know. “Are you satisfied, Morgana?”

“Not bad,” her companion replied. “But I think we should leave him here with his hand on his cock so he can grasp the point we were trying to make to him back in the office.”

“Agreed.” And with that, the two managers walked away, leaving Melvin dangling quietly, his hands on his cock as his tongue poked out past his lips.

4/3/25 Inspired by the render I found.

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Shark Lagoon 4 (21)

Posted on June 29, 2026 by riwa

Sorry I posted this so late.

The pickings were slim. The area was getting harvested by the others. There was little point in returning day after day.

Kailani kept going farther and farther out. As a result, she was forced to dive to ever greater depths. But her desire to feed herself and her parents drove her to even greater risks.

A black pearl would provide the income necessary for food and necessities for a few days. Larger ones would provide even more. But the black pearl oysters were becoming harder and harder to find.

There was one other option. Rumor had it that Shark Lagoon had many such oysters. But there were many complications to that scenario.

The first was that the lagoon was aptly named. Sharks cruised throughout the waters. They fed on virtually anything that moved… or so the story went. Very few girls would risk going to Shark Lagoon to search for the black pearl oysters.

The best time to hunt for the pearls was in the evening under the moonlight. But it was hazardous diving after dark. However, it gave one a chance to hide in the shadows in case of the presence of a shark.

Most daunting was the depth of Shark Lagoon. Divers in scuba gear had found the oysters, but at a depth greater than 15 fathoms. It was quite the challenge for a girl who could not afford to purchase dive fins. Kailani had barely managed to acquire the oval dive mask she now used.

Most of all, her parents would forbid it. She dared not ask them. They would promptly turn her down flat, making her promise them she would never dive in Shark Lagoon. And as an obedient daughter, even though she had long since come of age, she would feel compelled to obey them.

She felt she had no other options available to her. She dared not ask the other divers for help. They had others depending upon them for survival, just like she did. So she made her own secretive plans.

On the night of a full moon, she waited until her parents had gone to sleep. Then she crept out of their hut. She made her way down to the shore where she set out in her wooden boat.

There was no one else out on the water. It was just her. Kailani felt isolated, yet invigorated and hopeful.

It took her an hour to reach the lonely lagoon. She rowed out to what looked like a promising spot. Then she slipped on her dive mask.

She attached her blade to her thong. It barely covered her crotch. She was already topless, as she always dove without a top that might prove to be an obstruction.

She looked down into the water. She saw nothing in the immediate vicinity. But that could change in an instant.

She picked up her anchor, making sure it was secured to the boat. She’d recently added an extra length of rope to it. She hoped it would be enough to reach the floor of the deep lagoon.

She took several deep breaths. Then she leaned over the side and held her breath. She hit the water with a splash, the anchor in her grasp.

She tried to equalize as the anchor pulled her deeper. She felt the pressure increase against her naked body. It caused her nub to stiffen, stirring feelings of sexual arousal.

She bottomed out and immediately took stock of her surroundings. She would have to work fast. At this depth, she would not be able to hold her breath and stay down for very long.

She searched all along the bottom until she found an oyster. Hope sprang within her as she pried it loose with her knife. She put it into a small pouch she was carrying, which dangled on the opposite side of her body from her blade.

She looked around until she felt that familiar warning stir in her lungs. She went back to the anchor line and grabbed on. It was time to head up. Reluctantly, she headed back to the surface, knowing it was best not to tempt fate.

She pulled herself hand over hand up her anchor line. She anxiously looked all around as she ascended, releasing the occasional bubble. So far so good.

It got lighter as she approached the surface. She pulled harder, releasing more bubbles as her lungs burned, her lady parts tingling. Then she burst up in the moonlight, gasping for breath.

Kailani quickly climbed back into her boat. She was not about to tempt anything in the water by brandishing a tasty leg. She could not afford to take chances.

Hopeful, she took her knife and pried the oyster open. There was nothing inside but flesh. Good eating, but nothing of greater value. It would only take one large one to make it a worthy outing… perhaps two. Three would even be better.

She pulled the anchor back up until she got it to the boat. She did not want to make the long swim down while following the line. It would use up most of her breath and energy. So she would drop it again, with her clinging to it.

She let the boat drift a little as she got her breath back. Then she looked down over the side. Nothing so far.

She leaned over the side and allowed the anchor to take her right down with a splash. She tried to equalize as the pressure increased all over her body. Her nub thrummed, her lady parts quivering as they always did in the depths.

She grunted as the anchor hit bottom. She looked around in the dim moonlight penetrating the depths until she located something. She pulled out her blade and pried it loose.

She tucked it into her pouch before looking around. Over there… there was another! She swam over to it and worked it free with her knife. Into the pouch it went.

She was feeling the urge to return to the surface when she spotted one more. A haul of three sounded promising. Perhaps the gods were with her this night.

She worked it loose and put it into her pouch. Then she swam back to the line. She grabbed it and started up, feeling hopeful.

She had barely gotten started when she felt the line vibrate in her hand. Kailani looked upward. Her heart skipped a beat as an ominous shadow passed by about halfway up.


No! Not now?? Not when she might have something of value in her pouch? Go away – shoo!

She saw a second one. It must have bumped her line because she felt it vibrate in her hands again. No; not two of them??

They were prowling, looking for something. Wait; now there was a third one?? Go away; I’m not down here! I taste awful; shoo!

Holding her breath in silent desperation, Kailani watched as another shark joined them… and then another. Her lungs were beginning a slow burn in her chest. She had to get to the surface or she would drown. But she might be torn to pieces if she tried to go up now. Did she dare risk it??

The Polynesian diver girl held her breath with determined resolve, hoping the sharks would swim away. They hadn’t been there before. So there was no reason for them to stick around now; was there?

Oh, no. Her boat. Had her boat attracted them?

Her lungs ached as she fought to ignore the relentless urge to breathe. She’d been in a situation before where she’d stayed down a little too long. So she did now what she did back then by swallowing hard to suppress that urgent demand in her chest for air.

Another shark appeared, another vibration of the rope in her hands. They were hitting the anchor line now. Were they curious; did they sense a meal somewhere nearby?

The sharks circled endlessly, disappearing from view only to return. The pretty Polynesian girl was losing her struggle to hold her breath. Kailani realized in quiet despair that her time was running out.

She had to go now. If she didn’t, it might only be a matter of seconds before that awful moment came. Then, unable to hold her breath any longer, she’d have to give up the remaining air in her lungs and gulp down that fatal lungful of seawater. She would drown… alone… fathoms deep in the silent blue depths of this lonely lagoon full of oysters… and sharks.

She frantically looked upward. Then her lungs heaved in her chest. Instinctively, she began clawing her way up the rope, instantly regretting her decision to come and hunt for oysters in Shark Lagoon.

Would the gods allow her to live? Would they be merciful? To drown or to risk being eaten alive? It was not much of a choice.

She pulled her way up the rope, losing bubbles out of her mouth. That’s when she suspected she’d stayed down too long. She was not going to make it up in time.

She saw a shark hit the anchor line well above her. Then another one swam by, this one much closer. She could see a third one curiously checking out her boat.

She pulled hard, losing more bubbles out of her mouth. Something bumped into her foot. That’s when terror opened up her lungs in a bubbly cry.

She hitched and gurgled as she inhaled seawater. She immediately lost all muscle coordination. Worse, the pressure at her depth took away any buoyancy she might possibly have had.

She went into spasms and convulsions as she began to sink. Legs kicked feebly as hands haphazardly clawed upward. It hurt worse than she could possibly have imagined.

Kailani kept inhaling seawater. She couldn’t believe she was still conscious. Then she saw a shark coming toward her and prayed she would not feel the bite of its jaws.

On this night, the gods were merciless. She felt knives bite down into her right leg. She grunted and shuddered as the shark rolled its eyes, shaking her in its mouth.

Unfortunately, Kailani was conscious long enough to feel the second one bite into her shoulder…

1-18-25 Inspired by a JustPaul render and his story idea.

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