The ladies who failed at City U 3 (2)

Posted on October 20, 2025 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, Mark” was her eager reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So he helped her to her feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Up you go,” he told her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Closing up shop at Patreon 3.6 (16)

Posted on October 15, 2025 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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Off her meds 3.6 (19)

Posted on October 13, 2025 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’m not ‘company’?”

“No, it’s just that…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well… I suppose…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Written for Teknight 2/4/25 by riwa.

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Dulcinea 4.3 (26)

Posted on October 6, 2025 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s Dulcinea?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just like her mother,” I sighed quietly.

“What was that, dad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See what?” I stammered.

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

“Uh… maybe I should be going…”

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

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

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

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

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

“N-no, ma’am,” I stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh… what do I do about this one?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2/17/25 Inspired by the Dofline image.

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Temple dive – the sacrifice 4.2 (22)

Posted on September 29, 2025 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And Thelamon will be pulling me back up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” Lagneia panted loudly. She knew she had to take advantage of the situation while there was still time.

“Another… dive!” she tried to explain through gasps for breath. “I must… have Eratos… inside me! It is… for Poseidon!” Maybe invoking the god of the sea would grant her permission to avail herself of this unexpected opportunity.

They both looked at her in surprise. Lagneia just nodded as she panted, “Another dive… this time with a… cock inside me!”

Would they allow it? Would Poseidon arrange for it to happen? After all, this might be her last and only chance to feel either one of them inside her.

Thelamon paused for a long moment. There was nothing in their instructions that indicated she had to be denied this final pleasure. So he nodded his head in agreement as he held onto the rope she was still attached to.

Eratos had to admit to himself that he liked the idea. This would be his first time having sex with her in the depths. But he did not wish to force himself upon her.

“Are you sure?” he carefully asked her. Lagneia nodded as she got her breath back.

By now, he was more than a little aroused. Shamefully, Eratos wanted to take advantage of this change in the situation. Besides, if Lagneia was willing, why deny her – and him – of this one last intimate moment?

He excitedly adjusted his position, holding onto the rope to the skandalopetra until he felt his cock slip inside her. She was nice and tight… wonderfully tight. It was disappointing how they’d never shared an erotic encounter like this until what had now come to be the very end of their time together.

She inhaled sharply, thrilled at how wonderful he felt inside her. Perhaps now she would experience a sexual release before she drowned. Lagneia was appreciative to the point where she experienced less despair than she’d felt during her first trip down.

They both inhaled deeply. Then Thelamon let go of the rope. That’s when the skandalopetra immediately pulled them down toward the depths.

Bubbles trickled out of their noses as Lagneia wasted no time wrapping her legs around Eratos. Then she frantically rode him the rest of the way down. She had no idea how much time she had left, much less how long she’d be able to hold her breath. So she had to make the most of the time she had.

There was no point feeling sorry for herself. For some reason, Poseidon had given her an extra dive to enjoy sex with Eratos. Wisdom told her she needed to make the most of it.

The rock hit the bottom again, kicking up a small cloud of dirt all around them. Lagneia paid it no mind. She was riding Eratos’ cock as though her life depended on it. After all, she had no idea how long it would be until she started swallowing water.

Eratos was shocked at this change in Lagneia. But he was not about to allow a situation like this to go without a response. He eagerly thrust into her, momentarily forgetting their assignment to leave her on the bottom as a sacrifice to Poseidon.

He pushed her back a little so he could reach out and grope her breasts. She moaned as she released bubbles out of her nose. Where had this enthusiasm on her part been during their short time together? Now it was sadly about to come to an end.

He pulled out of her, causing her to groan with disappointment. Then he pushed his dick into her mouth. She hungrily gobbled it down, losing more bubbles out of her nose.

Lagneia felt an arousal unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Was it because she was bound and helpless, dependent upon Eratos and Thelamon? Was it because she was destined to drown? Or was it because she was now feeling his cock inside her… and she was liking it?

Lagneia purposed in her heart to give Eratos as much pleasure as possible before her lungs gave out. So she called on Poseidon to somehow extend her time on the bottom. She also called on him to allow her lungs to flood with a cock inside her. She hoped it would result in the biggest orgasm of her about-to-be-shortened life.

Eratos pulled out of her mouth. She bubbled again in disappointment as he moved around behind her. Then he pushed up into her slit again from behind before reaching around to grope and fondle her breasts.

Lagneia groaned and bubbled from the pleasure of it all. Then she glanced into the temple. Maybe she was seeing things, but it sure looked as though Poseidon was lustfully watching them.

Eratos thrust harder and harder into her, letting out his frustration over this assignment. Now he was taking it out on their victim. But Lagneia was not struggling or putting up a protest. Instead, she was acting as though she was enjoying it!

She glubbed and bubbled as he thrust vigorously into her. He could feel it swelling within him as she wrapped her legs around him behind her, trying to hold on and fuck him. Then he grabbed the rope for support, accidentally pulling on it again.

He felt a tug before the rope started to pull them up. It caught him off-guard, reminding him of the task he was required to perform. But he was too absorbed with his pleasure to pull the slipknot and leave Lagneia behind.

As for Lagneia? Her lungs were on fire all the way up. But it felt strangely thrilling. She decided it was not such a bad ending to her life to drown with Eratos’ cock inside her.

Eratos emptied himself into her halfway up. She groaned and bubbled as she wriggled around on his cock. He held onto her by groping her breasts as the rope pulled them upward.

Thelamon saw bubbles bursting up at the surface. He was sure the deed had been down. But when he looked down, he thought he saw two bodies coming up.

He kept pulling until both heads came up together. They immediately gasped before panting loudly for breath. Eratos grabbed onto the boat to hang on, putting less tension on the rope Thelamon was holding onto.

“What happened down there?” he finally demanded, glaring at Eratos. Now he was starting to get angry. This was not going the way Owner had wanted it to go.

“The fault is mine,” Eratos told him as he panted heavily. “Lagneia wanted a last fuck.”

“You were supposed to leave her down there as a sacrifice to Poseidon!”

Lagneia looked up at him in anguish. Thelamon saw her expression and immediately winced as he regretted his words. He softened considerably as he gently told her, “I’m sorry. But it’s what Owner, uh… I’m… sorry.”

“I am… not offended,” she panted. “And I understand. I just wanted… one last… fuck is all.”

Thelamon turned his head away in sorrow. “I’m sorry. It’s just that… Owner wants us to… to…”

“I know,” she admitted as she panted to get her breath back. “But perhaps… one last… dive?” Lagneia couldn’t help wondering if she was pushing her luck. Would they be willing to grant her one last request?

Thelamon looked at her questioningly as he held onto the rope. He could not fathom what she wanted.

“This time I want… you both inside me. If I must… be sacrificed… then I want…” She let it trail off, afraid her request would not be granted.

Eratos could not believe it. But he immediately smiled up at his companion as he told him, “It is her last wish, Thelamon. So come down with us. We owe it to her.”

“I do not know if I can,” he confessed.

But he was already starting to think about sticking his cock in her down on the ocean floor. What’s more, it was now beginning to stiffen at the thought.

Lagneia saw it and gave him a seductive smile. “Perhaps you both will enjoy fucking a sacrifice to Poseidon?” Thelamon blinked in disbelief at her words.

Lagneia realized she was no longer afraid. At least she was receiving pleasure during her last moments of life. What more could she ask for?

Thelamon looked down at them both. Now he was truly sporting an erection. “You are brave, Lagneia. I will come down with you.”

She gratefully nodded as she began taking long, deep breaths. The guys breathed deeply right along with her. “I am ready,” she finally declared, right before she inhaled sharply.

The guys inhaled deeply. Then Thelamon let go of the rope. Eratos grabbed the rope and was pulled downward with Lagneia in a flurry of bubbles.

Thelamon shook his head at the strange course of events. Was this all Poseidon’s doing? A moment later, he dove in and grabbed the rope as the weight of the rock pulled them all downward.

It took very little time before the rock bottomed out, once more kicking up a puff of soil and sand. They were close to the temple and could see the statue inside. Lagneia immediately prepared herself for a long, last fuck and breath-hold.

The guys groped her all over. Then Thelamon hesitantly thrust his dick between her lips. She greedily sucked him down, grunting and groaning.

Eratos parted her legs and licked her slit. She was already lubricated from her extreme arousal. She wriggled erotically as she humped against his face.

This time, Thelamon pulled the slipknot to the rope, freeing Lagneia from the skandalopetra. Then he pulled her down and impaled her upon his erection. She bubbled and groaned as he went all the way inside.

Eratos quickly got behind her. Then he pushed his way deep into her anal passage. It gave way, allowing him to slide right in.

Lagneia stiffened and shuddered. Then she climaxed right then and there. She had no idea it would feel this good. Now she could drown before Poseidon.

They gave her the double-fucking of her life. But Lagneia embraced it fully. If she were destined to drown, she was thankful to Poseidon she would be allowed to do it in the midst of a pleasure sandwich.

She was groped and fondled as they thrust in and out of her. The guys were rougher than they might normally have been. The assignment had filled them with added stress, and they could not help taking it out on her.

Lagneia reveled in being their bound underwater whore. Besides, it was happening in full view of Poseidon’s temple. If she were to drown now, she could think of no better location than to have the statue looking out on them.

Both cocks thrust in rhythm until she climaxed again. Then they thrust in opposing rhythms. It was so incredibly erotic that she climaxed a third time as she struggled to hold her breath.

Her last orgasm came when they both pumped cum into her holes. That’s when the guys pulled out of her. Lagneia felt the strain in her lungs and realized she needed to reach the surface right away.

Instinctively, she started kicking upwards. But her arms were still secured behind her back. She realized she would have to do it all with her legs.

Thelamon was about to pull down on an ankle to keep her down when Eratos stopped him. He shook his head no. Then he motioned they should follow her up to the surface.

They started up, careful to stay below her. Both males were also feeling the need to breathe in their lungs. But Eratos kept indicating they should leave her alone and see what happened.

Lagneia kicked hard as she released the last of her breath. Now her lungs were really on fire. She wondered why she was trying so hard to reach the surface when she was supposed to stay down and drown as a sacrifice to Poseidon.

She was really hurting. It felt like she wasn’t going to make it. If only her arms would have been free.

Lagneia kicked harder, determined to reach the surface or drown in the attempt. She felt a hitch in her chest, and she almost gulped. Then she burst up, taking a long, tortured breath.

Eratos and Thelamon popped up on either side of her, both panting heavily. There was a long silence as three sets of chests heaved. Thelamon was the first to speak.

“Eratos, what do… we do now? You know what… Owner instructed… us to do!”

“I know, Thelamon,” he panted. “But what else… can we do? She has passed… three different trials. Or perhaps Poseidon has… not accepted… her sacrifice. Either way, we surely… cannot leave her here now… or it will go badly for us.”

“Well, we certainly cannot take her back,” Thelamon retorted. “Owner will not be pleased.”

“Not be pleased? Not be pleased at how long she stayed down with us? Not be pleased that she can give such pleasure at the bottom of the ocean? You know as well as I; you saw her yourself!”

Lagneia winced at their dilemma. She wanted to be appreciative of their incredible gift of sex to her. “I will go back down,” she meekly told them. “I would not wish either of you to get in trouble on my account.”

“No,” Eratos said firmly. “Poseidon has decided. There will be no sacrifice today. We will take Lagneia back and see what Owner says to these new developments. Come, Thelamon. Help me get her back onto the boat.”

They released her from her bonds. Then they helped her back onto the boat. Lagneia could only offer an inward ‘thank you’ to Poseidon or to whatever god had decided to spare her this day.

7/24/24 Inspired by an Oeff idea, with characters created by Oeff.

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 2.6 (7)

Posted on September 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming October rewards

Santamos groundhog day

A return to Aqua World

More Santamos Island boat rides

Miyako and Yumi

Heads will roll

URL-spa treatment

The family that hangs together

Birth of a serial drowner

The she-spies last case 3

Scooter trouble

Operation Barracuda

Penny hears a story

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

I fully expected to be gone today, and so did many others. But God was merciful. The bible says his mercies endure forever. He did not bring chaos upon the whole world by taking millions of people home to be with Jesus. Instead, Jesus delayed his coming. For now, He has spared us from his mighty judgment.

Families are still intact. Little children are still with their parents. The economy has not crashed, and there has not been devastating destruction upon the planet… at least not yet. Some people are disappointed, and to be honest, so am I. But then God reminded me how much He loves all of us and that He wants every last one of us to “get on that ark”, so to speak. There is still time for many to get saved. So I had to repent, and I went around last night thanking God that He has given us a little more time.

It’s ok if you laugh and mock me. I’d rather warn you and be mocked than not have warned you at all and simply allowed you to be caught up in the ensuing chaos unawares. That would make me a cruel and inconsiderate human being, and I can’t do that to you. You have blessed me so much over the years by reading my stories when you didn’t have to. So let’s take this as a thankful reprieve, and a chance to warn all our friends and neighbors before time runs out.

So now I get to look forward to having cataract surgery on my eyes in a couple weeks. As I sit here at my desk, I see three pairs of glasses lying around as a fourth pair sits upon my face. I change pairs often: when I go outside and when I get up in the morning. When the print is small like this is, I find myself looking for the pair that best magnifies the words. My right eye has rebelled, so my right lens on each new pair of glasses gets thicker and thicker. I keep using my finger to push them back up onto my nose because of the growing weight. It’s all kind of ridiculous, so it will be nice to get my eyes working better. But I’ll have a week or so of taking it easy and allowing them to heal after surgery in October.

Anyway, it’s time for me to get back to work. I hope you enjoy the stories I’ve come up with for you this next month. My role here is to keep writing for you to give you a distraction in the midst of all the crazy things that are happening in this world. And we certainly saw some heart-rending things this last month, didn’t we? I’m just concerned we’re going to keep seeing much, much worse until Jesus calls us home off our temporary dwelling upon this sinful rock.

Please take very good care of yourselves and your families, and I’ll get back to writing. And I’ll keep organizing mom’s pills and going out to eat with her like we did yesterday until that chaotic day finally comes upon this planet. And as always, thank you so very much for being my patrons. I’m humbled, and I can’t believe how blessed I am to have all of you as a part of my Patreon family.

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Club website delight 4.7 (37)

Posted on September 22, 2025 by riwa

The other night I was surfing the Internet naked when I got a notification on my computer. It was from the Snuff Club website. It indicated someone was using a sex-snuff room.

I was bored and horny, and I wanted a release. So I logged in and pulled up the appropriate room, hoping for some sort of action. To my surprise and delight, I recognized the male client. It was Mr. Wayne.

I’ve seen just about all of his club videos. Whenever he sets foot inside the Club, he often has a chick on his arm. Sometimes he casually snuffs them.

He’s a favorite of Mistress Chastity. She likes it when he comes in with a woman. That means there’s a chance she’s going to get a roaster before the night is over.

Whenever he executes a woman he brings in, it sometimes happens up on the Entertainment stage. But most of the time, it occurs in one of their sex-snuff rooms. I think he likes a little privacy when he snuffs them.

He has this reputation of being a dangerous man. And it’s no wonder, the way he often snuffs a chick who’s foolish enough to come inside with him. Yet the stupid bitches keep seeking him out! It doesn’t make any sense!

Anyway, the sound was turned on. So I heard their conversation in the sex-snuff room. The girl he’d brought in thanked him for picking her out of the line outside the Club. But that’s not unusual, as they always seem to have a line outside.

Apparently he must have showed her all around the Club. Now they were in one of the Club’s infamous sex-snuff rooms. I wondered if she even had a clue just how much danger she might be in.

She looked all around as if in awe of the place. She walked over to the guillotine and touched it. Then she went over and caressed the electric chair.

She finally reached up and hesitantly touched the dangling noose. She told Mr. Wayne it gave her the erotic shivers something fierce. Then she asked him if he’d ever really snuffed anyone before.

He told her that what he’d said to her while she was out in line was true. Then he asked her if she was sure she wanted to be in here with him. He warned her he’d used that very room to hang, behead, and electrocute several different women. In fact, the Club kind of unofficially considered it to be his room, so to speak.

She looked at him as though she didn’t know how to react. I think she was more turned on by him at that moment than she probably should have been. I found myself becoming aroused at all the delicious possibilities of what might happen to her in that room.

She told him she wasn’t sure she believed him. He told her he’d hung a girl in that very room about four weeks ago. I saw the replay, so I knew he wasn’t lying to her.

At first, she seemed shocked. She walked over and touched the noose. “What about me?” she said uncertainly. “Would you like to hang me?”

“Perhaps,” he told her with an ominous smile.

I figured that should have been her cue to run like hell. But she draped herself all over him as though she wanted to fuck him right then and there. Then she asked, “What, precisely, did you do to her?”

He replied, “First, I made her get down on her knees and suck my dick.”

“You mean like this?” she gasped breathlessly as she dropped to her knees. She opened his fly and pulled out his cock. Then she sucked it like a woman possessed.

Instinctively, I got out my vibrating toy and started working myself with it. All the while, I kept murmuring what a dumb slut she was. If she wasn’t careful, she was gonna get herself strung up. And I planned on watching every single minute of it!

“Like this?” she asked again before she gobbled him back down.

“Like this,” he said as he grabbed a handful of hair and fucked her face hard.

I expected her to complain or something. I figured she was going to tell him not to treat her so roughly. But she just gagged and grunted excitedly, acting as though she loved it.

He suddenly backed off. She looked up at him before coming off his cock and asking, “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he replied as he grabbed her head and fucked her face hard. “Actually, you’re doing it just about right. Now get your clothes off while you’re sucking!”

The slut did it willingly. She had to undress while he gagged her throat with his dick. But she finally got herself naked. I was horny as hell as I watched them.

“Now mine,” he told her as he rammed his cock hard down her throat.

She gagged as she fumbled her way through getting him undressed. He finally pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. “Then what did you do to her?” she panted after they were both naked.

“I threw her over the end of the bed and fucked the shit out of her because I wanted to. Like this.”

She let out a squeal as her tossed her over the end of the bed. He got behind her on his knees and speared her with his dick. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I assumed it was her cunt.

He had a handful of hair so he could jerk on her head as he pounded her hard. She cried out into the air, begging him to fuck her like he did that other woman. That’s when he drove her face down into the bed.

She grunted like crazy until I thought I heard a muffled scream. I was furiously fucking myself with my toy while watching the whole thing. It was incredibly erotic.

He finally eased up and let her breathe. She gasped loudly for breath before looking back over her shoulder and panting, “Fuck; I just came! Were you… were you just as rough with that woman you strung up?”

“Rougher,” he told her as he gently thrust in and out, apparently not having cum yet. “She wanted cum leaking out of both her holes when I noosed her up.”

“And then you hanged her right after you fucked her?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Gawd,” she panted. “I think I… I think I want you to treat me the same way you treated her.”

“Are you sure? I hadn’t really planned on anything more in here than a nice, hard fuck. Besides, I was pretty rough on her, even going so far as to calling her names.”

“What kind of names, Mr. Wayne?” The crazy bitch sounded like she wanted the same damn treatment!

“I called her a slut and a whore. I told her she turned me on and that she deserved to hang with my cum leaking out of her holes. I kind of got into it that night with her. But I’m not always like that with the chicks I bring in here.”

“Do you like doing that to the girls you bring in here?”

“I must admit: it does turn me on.”

“Would you… would you treat me like that? I mean like… would you string me up? I mean, just so I could experience what it feels like? Would you get rough with me?”

“Slut!” he roared as he suddenly forced her head back down onto the bed. “I’m gonna hang your fuckin’ ass! How do you like that?” Then he really pounded her hard from behind.

Her scream was muffled into the bed. I’m sure the whore had climaxed again. A moment later, he roared out his release. Hell, I was getting ready to cum myself!

He slowed down and fucked her nice and gentle, allowing her to breathe. She panted loudly in an effort to catch her breath. Then she gasped, “Now my ass?”

“You really want to feel the noose around your throat with cum leaking out of your ass?”

“Could I? I mean… would you be willing?”

“Let me think,” he mused thoughtfully. “Oh, I know.”

He rose up and went over to a drawer. He retrieved a length of rope and brought it back over to her. Then he tied her arms behind her back.

She was good and tight when he forced her to her knees. “Now let’s see how well you can suck with your hands tied behind your back, slut.” Then he grabbed her head and thrust his cock hard between her lips.

She gagged and groaned. “Oh, fuck!” he gasped. “You really turn me on. Whores like you were born for the noose. That’s why you all give such great head. Hell, I think you’re doing better than that last bitch I hanged in here.”

She moaned as though it was the greatest compliment in the world. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to get herself hanged if she wasn’t careful. But maybe that’s why she’d come in with him in the first place.

He pulled out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp for breath. Then she panted, “Am I really doing better than… that last bitch you brought in here?”

“So far you are,” he told her. “Wanna stop now?”

“Gawd; no!” she gasped. “I want to experience it all. I want to prove I’m a better lay than that last bitch you had in here.”

“Let me see,” he replied thoughtfully.

He pulled her to her feet. Then he sat on the edge of the bed. That’s when he pulled her down into his lap.

She let out a cry. Then she let out a groan. “That ass is nice and tight,” he sighed after he’d impaled her.

“Oh, fuck, Mr. Wayne! You feel so good inside my ass. I can’t believe we’re really doing this!”

“Just look at that noose, bitch. Soon, you’re gonna feel the rope around your slutty neck.”

“Oh gawd, Mr. Wayne! Are you really gonna hang me? What’s it gonna feel like?”

He reached around with one hand and started mauling her tits. He brought his other hand around to her neck. Then he choked her as he hissed, “Just like that… only it gets even harder to get a breath of air down your throat with a noose strangling the life out of you.”

He bounced her up and down on his dick as he went on… “Just look at that noose, bitch. Hear it calling to you? Soon, you’re going to be dangling from it’s coil as I enjoy your cunt again.”

He squeezed her neck until she rasped for breath. He let go the moment she climaxed. I had my first orgasm a half-second behind her.

“I can’t believe I just came!” she gasped. “Gawd, Mr. Wayne. Am I… am I doing better than that last bitch you brought in here?”

He choked her again until she rasped for breath once more. Then he let go as he bounced her up and down with his dick up her ass. He kept groping her boobs as he murmured,” Nice tits. These are definitely gonna bounce really nice when I hang you… better than that last bitch I had in here.”

“Oh, Mr. Wayne – AWK!”

He squeezed her neck hard until she climaxed again. He really bounced her on his dick until he cried out his release. That’s when I had my second orgasm, right after they had theirs.

He finally lifted her up off his dick. I thought I saw cum leaking out of both openings. “Cum in both holes…” he told her with an ominous look. “…just like that last girl I fucked in here.”

“And now the noose?” she panted excitedly. “I get to try the noose; right?”

He rose up and walked her over to the dangling coil. He made her stand there naked, wrists tightly secured behind her back, as he went and retrieved a stool. Then he put it beneath the noose before he helped her step up onto it.

He grabbed onto the noose. But then he paused. “You sure?” he asked hesitantly.

“You really noosed her up?” she wanted to know.

“Noosed her right up before giving her a flying fuck. She came really hard as she hanged impaled on my dick.”

“Can I… can I try it?”

In response, he carefully looped the noose around her neck and secured it. Then he made sure most of the slack was taken out of the rope. By then, I was panting heavily, furiously using my toy as I breathed, “She wants it, Mr. Wayne! Hang the stupid bitch! She fuckin’ wants it!”

He stood there stroking himself as he admired her standing there in the noose. Her eyes were wide at the view of his erection. I still don’t think she was giving any consideration to the danger she was in.

He put a foot on her stool as though to push it out from underneath her. Then he paused and pulled his foot away. I almost groaned with disappointment.

What surprised me was the look on that stupid bitch’s face. She acted as though she didn’t want him to stop!

“Mr. Wayne?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not stopping, are you?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I was hoping to experience what a flying fuck feels like.”

I felt a sudden surge of excitement. Was this bitch insane?? I was wet as hell, hoping to watch him hang the stupid bitch!

He put his foot back on the stool. Then he forcefully pushed it out from underneath her. She dropped a little, her boobs bouncing exactly the way he’d said they would.

I watched her eyes fly open in surprise at the sudden stop to her fall. Then she started stretching her toes downward. But she couldn’t seem to find the floor.

She kicked a little before trying again. But the floor was still too far away. The look on her face was priceless as she began kicking a little more.

She rasped as she struggled, as though she was trying to speak. But she couldn’t get any words out. Mr. Wayne just stood there jerking off as he watched her.

My jaw was open, and I was furiously masturbating. I couldn’t believe it! Gawd; she was really hanging!

“That’s right,” he said as though reminding himself of something. “You wanted a flying fuck, didn’t you.” Then he stepped forward.

She frantically tried to wrap her legs around him. But she didn’t act like she really wanted that flying-fuck. Instead, she acted as though she desperately wanted to ease the strain from around her neck.

I saw his erection effortlessly slide up into her cunt. Then she got her legs firmly around him. It looked like she was trying to climb him!

I used a different camera angle to zero in on her face. Her mouth gaped open from her attempts to breathe. Then her tongue started to protrude as she humped and suffered.

“You’re really clenching,” he gasped excitedly. “Whores like you always clench like crazy when they’re being strangled by a noose.”

She kept trying to lift herself up his body with her legs. But she wasn’t succeeding very well. Her efforts certainly made it look like she was trying to fuck him though.

He stepped back from her until her legs lost him. He stroked a little as he watched her kick, swing and suffer. Then he stepped forward again.

Was he going to let her down? I almost screamed at my monitor for him not to. Then he grabbed her legs and guided his erection back inside her.

She wrapped her legs around him again, once more trying to ease the agony from around her throat. I was pretty sure she wanted down. But there was nothing in his features that indicated he was going to release her.

“You’ve got cum in your ass now,” he told her. “That should make it easy for me to slide right in and give you a flying fuck up the ass.” Then he pulled out of her.

She panicked as she swung back and forth, her legs searching for his body. Then he stepped up behind her. I saw her expression change as he entered her from behind.

He reached around her, groping her boobs while fingering her dripping cunt. I let out a cry as I climaxed again. Gawd; this was incredible!!

A moment later, I received another delightful surprise. The door to the room opened, and Mistress Chastity walked in. She was dressed differently from the way I was used to seeing her.

She was in high heels that significantly elevated her height. She also had a strap-on attached to her naked crotch. Hell, it was as though she’d been planning for this moment!

She stepped right up to the suffering bitch. Then she slowly penetrated her pussy. It put the stupid bitch in a flying-fuck sandwich between Mistress Chastity and Mr. Wayne.

The poor thing tried to wrap her legs around the Club’s co-owner. But a half-minute later, she appeared to lose her strength. Her legs fell and hung limp as she went into dying spasms from a lethal asphyxiation.

“Oh, my dear boy!” Mistress breathed rapturously as they fucked her together. “You picked out a good one. She’s going to make such a lovely roaster. I can’t believe she agreed to trying the noose, much less wanting a flying fuck.”

She caressed the dying woman’s face as she purred, “Oh, honey; you’re wonderful! How nice of you to volunteer for Mr. Wayne and for our club.” Then she asked, “What do you think, my dear boy?”

“I think I’m going to cum up her clenching ass one more time, Mistress.”

“Do it, my dear boy… with my compliments.”

Her tongue protruded until drool spilled off onto her boobs. It looked like she was almost gone. Then Mr. Wayne let out a cry of release as Mistress pumped her hard.

They caressed her all over with their hands as they gently fucked her. Then they stepped back to admire their handiwork. The doomed bitch gently swung back and forth, the occasional agonal spasm gently rippling through her body.

My orgasm was so intense that I nearly fell out of my chair…

—

Of all the Club videos I’ve seen, that one is now my favorite. Maybe it’s because I got to watch it happen in real time. Or maybe it’s because Mistress came in and confirmed how stupid that poor bitch truly was.

Anyway, I often play it over and over again. It always makes me cum like crazy. Although lately, I can’t help but wonder…

What would it be like to let Mr. Wayne take me out on a date to the Snuff Club?

11/26/24 Inspired by the manip I found.

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Livia 3.9 (24)

Posted on September 15, 2025 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jealous?” Marius asked with amusement.

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

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

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

“Prepare, Livia,” Marius warned ominously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fausta pushed herself too long,” Cassius explained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A noosed girl in the woods 4.3 (39)

Posted on September 8, 2025 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Angry moon lifeguard 4.2 (25)

Posted on September 1, 2025 by riwa

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

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

Kari

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Evelyn

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

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

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

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

“…drown yourself?” I finished for her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I…”

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

“Ok, Miss, uh…”

“Evelyn. Call me Evelyn.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucilla

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Miss, are you serious?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, THANK you, sir!” she gushed.

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

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

“Lucilla. You can call me Lucilla.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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