Snuff Teri 5.0 (Ch 10 Pole-dancing Teri) 4.4 (14)

Posted on June 30, 2023 by riwa

‘Pole-dancing Teri’ watched us walk up to her. She panted heavily, sweat dripping off her body as though she’d gone through quite a workout. She appeared fatigued as she stood there in her sheer black thong and black fuck-me heels.

She used the pole to brace herself upright. I could see growing anxiety in her expression as we walked over. She was obviously worried over what might happen to her now that she’d stopped dancing.

We stopped a few feet away. ‘Microkini Teri’ gave her a hungry look that appeared to be rather ominous. “You’re not dancing, honey.”

It was more of an observation than anything else. But there was a hint of menace in her tone.

“I can’t dance anymore!” the exhausted Teri replied indignantly. “I’ve been dancing here the whole fucking time, ok? You’ve hardly even noticed me!”

“We’re looking now,” my companion responded coldly.

“Fuck you, bitch! I’m tired and I’ve had enough! I’m not dancing anymore!”

“As you wish,” my escort calmly replied. “Computer: remove pole.”

Teri yelped in alarm, jerking her hand away. The pole she was hanging onto suddenly dematerialized. Those brown eyes of hers widened in alarm.

I could read in her expression that she was seriously rethinking her decision. She started panting heavily, her chest rising and falling. She let out a little whimper as my wicked tour guide looked at her like a cat observing a mouse.

“Are you satisfied?” ‘Microkini Teri’ asked, not sounding the least bit sympathetic. “You’re right; there’ll be no more dancing today. You’ve done enough gyrating around that damned thing like some cock-hungry whore. I have something else in mind for you now.”

Her twin became frightened, uncertainty in her expression. She quickly sized up the situation. I think her growing fear of the unknown got the better of her.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she gasped nervously. “Bring it back and I’ll dance for him. I promise; neither one of you will be disappointed.”

“We won’t be,” my escort replied with a cruel smile. “You said you were tired, remember? No more dancing; you had your chance.”

“But I’m starting to get my second wind!” her frightened twin blurted out in protest.

“That’s good, honey,” my Teri responded with wicked amusement. “Because I can guarantee you’re going to need it.”

‘Pole-dancing Teri’ appeared to be seriously considering the error of her ways. She started to hyperventilate as the fear in her eyes increased. “What are you going to do to me?” she gasped anxiously.

“What do YOU care?” my escort snorted. “At least you won’t be dancing anymore.”

“But I’ve changed my mind!”

“But I haven’t! Computer: open valve!”

Her twin yelped in alarm, almost jumping out of her skin as water began spewing up out of the base of the circular platform she’d been dancing on. She rushed off to one side in an attempt to exit the platform. But she abruptly bounced off what must have been some kind of force field.

She fell to her knees, stunned. But she quickly got to her feet on those heels of hers. She whimpered in terror as water started to climb her ankles.

Somehow it was contained all around her in something of a cylinder. The force field was crystal clear to look through. It was as though a cylinder of water was filling right in front of us without any visible means of containing the rising liquid.

“I’LL DANCE – I’LL DANCE!” the frightened young woman shrieked in desperation. “JUST DRAIN THE WATER AND BRING BACK THE POLE; OK?? I’LL DANCE, DAMN YOU!”

“No, honey,” my companion observed calmly with a shake of her head. “No more dancing. Now you drown.”

“NOOOOO!”

‘Pole-dancing Teri gasped in horror as she started to hyperventilate, her eyes wide in terror. “PLEASE… LET ME DANCE FOR YOU!”

“You’re through dancing, you little whore! This time you’re going to drown.”

My cock was starting to stir again. But I couldn’t help asking an obvious question. “Uh… didn’t we just drown one of your other twins?”

She smiled knowingly at me. “You FUCKED one of my other twins with her head in a tub full of water, Master. This time we get to watch the whole thing together with an unobstructed view of that sexy body of hers. I didn’t realize watching the last one bubble would turn me on so much. Besides, I’ve got something special planned for her once the cylinder fills with water.”

“NO!” her terrified duplicate cried out as water slowly climbed her legs. ““YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I DANCED FOR YOU THE WHOLE TIME; REMEMBER? I DID EVERYTHING YOU WANTED ME TO DO!”

“Oh, not everything, honey,” ‘Microkini Teri’ said with a cruel smile. “You haven’t drowned for us yet. We’re really looking forward to it; I can assure you.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO BE SO FUCKING SORRY IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“I’d be sorry if I let you out before you drowned, honey. Besides, I’m really looking forward to this.”

“You can’t MEAN that! I… I look just like you! I could be your twin! How can you DO this to me??”

“Easy, honey,” my Teri grinned as she sidled up to me and took my arm. “I’m the sadistic one of the bunch. I’m the bitch who’s been getting off snuffing every last one of you worthless whores! I hate to tell you this, honey. But you were dead the moment I put you in there. Now we’re going to enjoy watching you suffer.”

“NOOO! You fucking BITCH! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

She gasped anxiously once water reached her crotch. She frantically threw herself at the force field, only to be bounced back where she collapsed under rising water. ‘Microkini Teri’ laughed at her as she scrambled to get back up.

She struggled to regain her footing on those heels of hers. She was coughing and sputtering as she whimpered at her dilemma. Water dribbled off her painted face and heaving tits, her hair matted around her head like a bedraggled cat.

She brushed it out of her eyes as my wicked bitch of an escort watched her like a hawk. “Very nice, honey. Damn, girl! I LOVE it when you’re wet. I’m going to love it even more once you’re fully submerged trying to hold your breath.”

“FUCK YOU, you fucking BITCH!” Then she turned toward me in desperation, painfully aware her so-called twin sister was abandoning her to the rising water as it climbed her stomach.

“Please, sir…!”

My escort interrupted her as she spat out, “That’s MASTER to you, you fucking slut!”

“Please, Master! Please get me out of here! I’ll do anything you want! I’ll even suck your cock!” She motioned at it as it stood erect.

‘Microkini Teri’ snorted in disgust. Her twin just kept trying with me. “I’ll let you fuck me good and hard! You can even fuck my ass! You can tie me up and use me any way you choose! Please! Just don’t let me drown!”

“He can’t help you, honey,” my escort laughed. “Besides, he’s heard it all before.”

“YOU FUCKING STAY OUT OF THIS!” Then the frightened stripper proceeded to beg for her life. “Please! I’ll do anything you want! Please get me out of here! Please, Master; I BEG you!”

“Don’t you understand, you stupid cunt? I’m DOING this for him! He WANTS to watch you drown, you silly slut! We BOTH want to watch you drown!”

“YOU FUCKING SHUT UP!” she screamed at her, on the verge of pure panic.

She pressed herself up against the force field as though anxiously pressing up against a wall of glass. The effect was rather interesting. She was not thrown back as I expected. But her breasts sure flattened against an apparent sheet of nothing.

“Please, Master! Please get me out of here! I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened in here; ok? My lips are sealed!”

My wicked tour guide sneered, “You won’t be telling anyone anything, bitch. Because you’re going to be dead; remember? You’re going to be on display in a cylinder full of water. You’re going to DROWN! Can’t you get that through that thick skull of yours?”

Water now lapped at the bottom of her large tits. Her nipples were amazingly hard. And it looked as though the folds of her labia had swollen through her sheer black thong.

She was frightened beyond belief. I could hear her whimpering anxiously. Yet her body responded as though she was sexually aroused.

“Please!” she gasped in growing panic. “Please don’t drown me! I’ll do ANYTHING!”

“I believe you truly would,” ‘Microkini Teri’ chuckled sinisterly. “Problem is: I like you this way… seeing those hard nipples… watching you get all excited.”

“I’m NOT excited!” ‘pole-dancing Teri’ gasped anxiously. “Please… get me out of here! Tell the computer to drain the water… or just make it all go away!”

“I think not,” my escort responded calmly. “I’m looking forward to watching you drown. The panic… the frantic gulping of air as your air pocket slowly goes away… the moment when you submerge for the last time and your body bucks in orgasm as you drown. We want to see it all!”

I could tell by her body language that my sadistic tour guide was getting off watching her frightened twin in the rapidly filling cylinder. She wasn’t touching herself, or anything like that. She was simply watching, panting heavily as an occasional moan slipped past her lips.

The water soon reached her shoulders. The Teri in the flooding cylinder gasped anxiously. A moment later I was surprised to see her eyes roll as her hands flexed.

There was a distinct flush of red around her neck, indicating she’d just had an orgasm. She moaned softly as her eyes momentarily glazed over. She appeared to shudder before she caught her breath and started panting heavily.

“Damn!” my overly-aroused companion gasped. I glanced over at her. Sure enough: the crazy bitch was orgasming as well.

‘Pole Dancing Teri’ gasped weakly as water reached her neck. “Please,” she begged as her eyes refocused. “You’ve had your fun; ok? You’ve snuffed everyone else in here! Just let me live! I don’t WANT to drown!”

“Oh no, honey,” my Teri gasped, watching in breathless excitement. “There’s more to come, and I want to see it! I can’t WAIT to watch you drown! I think its going to be quite exciting, especially since you’ll probably go off like a rocket once you start sucking water.”

“YOU FUCKING PERVERT!” the frightened captive suddenly screamed.

She found the energy to pound on the force field with her fists. It did not respond in the slightest. Water kept filling the cylindrical force field until it threatened to rise up over her mouth and nose.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

I thought I heard a faint sound, the pounding on a glass cylinder from the inside. But it must’ve been my imagination. A moment later I saw her swallow a mouthful of water before coughing it back up.

All of the sudden I saw her feet start to kick. She was now treading water inside the cylinder. She was no longer standing on her fuck-me heels. Now it was getting serious.

“Please!” she begged in desperation. Then her big brown eyes opened wide in astonishment.

My panting escort suddenly gasped. Then she shuddered right next to me. The crazy bitch was cumming again, getting off watching her twin in the rising water.

‘Pole-dancing Teri’ gasped as she tread water. Then she slipped under the surface. I saw a burst of bubbles as her eyes rolled again.

Her entire body looked as though she was all caught up in the throes of sexual climax. Her hands flexed as she subconsciously threw her chest out. For a second it looked like she was thrusting her hips forward as though fucking the water.

She pushed off the bottom and gasped for breath. Her eyes appeared dazed and glassy. “Fuck!” ‘Microkini Teri’ breathed. “That was so fucking incredible… watching her orgasm in there like that! She is such a fucking whore! I can’t believe how erotic this is!”

The woman in the filling chamber moaned weakly as she tried to tread water. That’s when my escort looked up at the area above her twin. “Ceiling’s too high in here,” she observed somewhat breathlessly. “We need her down here around eye level. Computer: install wire mesh grating with 3 inch square openings at the 8 foot level. Make it pulse with 20 kilovolts every 15 seconds.”

Inside the chamber a circular wire mesh suddenly appeared. It was about a foot and a half above the head of the whimpering Teri. Instinctively she reached up for it, becoming tired from her orgasms and from treading water.

She grabbed hold and held on for about 10 seconds, thankful for the respite. But she suddenly let go with a cry of alarm. She ended up slipping under the surface.

She grunted and bubbled before bursting up to the surface. She looked up at the wire mesh in shock and horror. She almost reached up for it again. Then she looked right at us as she gasped, “What did you DO?”

‘Microkini Teri’ chuckled. “I just charged the grating with an electrical pulse is all. It won’t hurt you. But it’ll sure give you a shock if you hold on long enough.

“You BITCH!” her twin gasped in horror. Then she slipped under the surface. She actually pounded on the force field again with her fists in frustration, bubbling air out of her mouth.

“I think I’m gonna cum again,” my companion gasped breathlessly as she intently watched her duplicate in the tank. “This is almost as good as when I hung that lesbian slut!”

‘Pole-dancing Teri’ shot up into the air pocket that now looked like it was only about a foot from the wire grating above her. Once more she reached up to grasp the mesh above her, her fingers wrapping around individual strands. This time it was only about 6 or 7 seconds before a sudden jolt forced her to let go.

She dropped under the surface again with a bubbly cry. She appeared to shudder as her eyes rolled while she drifted just under the surface. Her hands flexed, and her body gyrated as though caught up in the throes of orgasm.

She finally blew her breath away and rose back up. She ended up treading water while gasping for breath. But now her head was tipped back as she tried to avoid contact with the electrified wire above her.

“Fuck!” ‘Microkini Teri’ gasped. She seemed to tremble in my grasp. Then she panted heavily.

When she’d sufficiently gotten her breath back, she looked cruelly into the filling cylinder. “Time to give you some company, honey,” she announced with a wicked smile. Then she looked upward…

“Computer: release the worms!”

A small, one-foot section of floor slid open. A couple of slimy, green things appeared. They were over a foot long, rounded and elongated at one end by about 6 or 7 inches.

The rest of their bodies were flattened. They were obviously sentient. And they used their flattened ends as tails to propel themselves through the water.

The Teri in the cylinder cried out in horror once she spotted them. She tried kicking her legs out of the way as the two creatures swam all around her. But it was clear they’d detected her presence.

They swam directly toward her crotch, weaving around her legs. The poor girl shrieked, “GET AWAY – GET AWAY!” as she tried to keep her head up in the dwindling air pocket.

“Don’t you like your new friends?” my escort chuckled. “They’re electric worms from Deneb V. They burrow into another creature’s available openings and lay their eggs. They also use an electrical charge to stimulate the area where they’re burrowing. I’m betting you’re going to get quite a charge out of them!” Then she laughed at her little joke.

‘Pole-dancing Teri’ submerged in a panic. She waved at them while trying to brush them away. But her hand jerked back once she came in contact with one.

As she shot up for another breath, one of them zeroed in on her pussy. Somehow it managed to push the sheer thong aside. Then it worked its way inside as the other began sniffing her anus.

She grabbed the wire above her, gasping for breath. She tried to sway her torso around so they couldn’t burrow into either of her holes. “GET ‘EM OFF ME!” she screamed in horror.

The wire jolted her grip loose. She slipped under the surface yet again. “Oh, FUCK!” my companion gasped. I was aware of her orgasming again, the slutty whore.

In the nearly filled cylinder, Teri tried to reach down and grab one to pull it out of her pussy. But she jerked her hand away as it shocked her again. She grunted in alarm, losing air fast as the creature burrowed deep into her cunt. The tail to the slimy green thing whipped back and forth like mad as it propelled itself deeper into its new ‘den’.

Teri shot up for another breath, only to discover she was down to about four inches of air pocket. She instinctively grabbed the wire above her. But she slipped under again once it jolted her.

She quickly grabbed it once more, remembering it pulsed every few seconds. That meant she had a small window of opportunity to hold on. But now she was forced to tip her head back to fill her lungs with the available air above her.

She whimpered plaintively as the worms wriggled into her holes. “Help me!” she begged us. “Please! Get them out of me! Don’t let this happen to me! Please don’t let me drown!” Then her voice increased in pitch as she screamed, “THE OTHER ONE’S IN MY ASS! GET IT OUT; GET IT OUT! AAUUGGHH!”

The wire mesh shocked her hands. She let go and slipped under again. In her holes I saw both worms waving their tails hard as they burrowed deeper inside.

Teri seemed to jerk as though she was getting hit with a jolt of electricity in her cunt and ass. She let out a bubbly scream as her body stiffened. Instinctively she jutted her breasts outward.

We watched as she humped the water. Her eyes rolled as I heard a series of grunts and moans. Next to me I heard ‘Microkini Teri’ gasp before she popped off again in orgasm.

Inside the force-field cylinder we watched ‘pole-dancing Teri’ swim upward, only to bump into the wire mesh above her. She tipped her head back and pressed her face against the mesh. Her air pocket was nearly gone as she gasped frantically for breath.

She was able to cling to it for a handful of seconds. Then her face and hands were jolted. That’s when she slipped under with a bubbly cry.

She reached back up to grab on, pressing her mouth up into an opening between the crisscrossing wires. “Please!” I heard her gasp. “Air… almost gone… oh, PLEASE; make ‘em STOP! I can’t… they’re BOTH INSIDE…!”

She was suddenly given what looked like a double jolt, both from the mesh and the creatures wriggling in her holes. She slipped under the surface, writhing and bubbling as though she was in great agony. Then she appeared to be jolted again. Her back arched severely as her large breasts thrust outward.

Her body started spasming hard as though she was having seizures. I heard a series of muffled grunts as she bucked and jerked. It was as though the two creatures were giving her continuous jolts.

Her eyes rolled as she flailed helplessly. It looked like she was all caught up in the midst of what surely was a devastating orgasm. “FUCK!” my wicked tour guide gasped incredulously.

‘Microkini Teri’ went off a couple of seconds later. She didn’t seem to be rubbing her tits or fingering herself or anything. Apparently it was just too arousing to witness.

She orgasmed hard while standing there next to me, her breath coming in gasps. My cock was hard and dripping. I figured it wouldn’t be much longer until I spurted all over the floor of the holodeck again.

‘Pole-dancing Teri’ continued to jerk and spasm, her muscles acting like they were functioning of their own free will independent of her brain. The air pocket was gone, the water having risen above the wire mesh. There was no help to be had above her head any more. The air she had left in her lungs was the only air she was ever going to enjoy.

Her eyes suddenly flew open wide, her back arching. Then her eyes rolled again as though she was caught up in yet another monstrous orgasm. A moment later she gurgled.

Her body started jerking as a series of painful grunts came out of her mouth. She shot up for another breath. But she bounced off the wire mesh grating as she coughed up bubbles.

Her legs were parted, her arms spread upward at an angle as though she was spread-eagled on some sort of ‘X’. She jerked and humped, coughing painfully as bursts of air spewed out of her mouth. Her nipples looked like they were incredibly hard.

My cock throbbed from watching the two worms ‘fuck’ her holes. She appeared to stiffen, her mouth opening and closing like a fish trying to breathe. A few stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips, swirling up through her waving red strands.

For a moment Teri seemed to relax. Then her crotch jerked and twitched as though she was still getting jolts from the creatures inside her. “They’re shocking the hell out of her!” ‘Microkini Teri’ gasped in awe.

My escort winced… stiffened… and then gasped again, caught up in the throes of another climax. She held on tight as though trying not to collapse. I felt her lean against me in an effort to compose herself while getting her breath back.

In the cylinder Teri’s crotch twitched and spasmed less and less until there was no further indication she was alive. She just looked out at us with lifeless eyes in a frozen expression of horror. Her doll-like, painted face looked grotesque in death.

Her red fingernails and toenails stood out in stark contrast to the green creatures that had now taken up residence inside her. Their tails waved less and less as though they had settled in for the duration. My devilish companion sighed as she stood next to me.

“Damn; that was incredible! I don’t know WHY I came so fucking hard! I simply LOVED watching her get fucked by those creatures!”

She snuggled up to me, sighing contentedly. Then she purred, “How was THAT, Master? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“That was incredible,” I admitted. “Watching her get jolted with electricity as she climaxed and drowned at the same time was unbelievable. I nearly came just watching her.”

“I knew you’d love it,” she cooed into my ear before nibbling on my lobe. “I’ve got an even dozen for you to enjoy, Master. So we’re almost done.”

She seductively kissed my neck. Then she purred, “Are you ready for your next one? I promise you’re going to fucking LOVE this next one! She’s a hot, sexy bitch, and she’s ready for whatever you want to do to her before you snuff her!”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I told her with a smile. I took her arm through mine. Then I motioned for her to lead the way…

2010; 2021 (written May 30 ’10; ed. Apr 28 ‘21 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (3)

Posted on June 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming July rewards

The 9th chapter to Chloe
The 9th chapter to Aravanna
The 9th chapter to Katia
The swimsuit
The sorority on Santamos Island
The cover
A club story
Roman coin dive
A pain in the neck – she didn’t wait for me
The dominatrix
Drowning shorts
The seductress 9 (If I can get her finished in time)

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

Mom has her hearing aid now. I can tell when she’s wearing it and when she’s not. If I can hear the TV outside her house when I arrive, she obviously has not put them in her ears yet. I would think she would wear them all the time. But that is not the case. The older she gets, the more I have to learn about her new quirks. But I’m grateful I still have her around.

It feels like spring around here, even though we’ve recently passed the first day of summer. We’ve had very few days that have reached 80 degrees. And it feels like it has rained almost every day. Some people have had a hard time getting their lawns mowed. And some lawns are under a few inches of water. They recently used a pump to drain the infield of the ball field at the school, only for yesterday’s rain to flood it all over again. So when I walk around town, I find myself checking out which lawns really need mowing, and what yards are too damp or have too much water to mow.

It’s hard to believe we’re already about to enter July. School’s been out for a month. And before you know it, fall will approach and the kids will be heading back. How did I get so old so fast? Maybe it would be better if I spent the time working on stories instead of questioning how this year is going to come to an end so fast. Thank you so much for being my patrons and for reading what I’m writing.

PS That railroad bride that collapsed is 77 miles from me. I’ve been by it many times when I was going back and forth from Idaho to visit mom.

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The Seductress 4 4.4 (48)

Posted on June 25, 2023 by riwa

PART 4

I was not in any trouble with my parents when I got home. They knew I was at the lake on a youth group outing. I did get a look from mom when I barely made it home in time for supper. But now that I was 18 and out of school, they gave me a lot more leeway.

My presence at the youth group on Sunday morning was another uncomfortable experience. Naturally, I got a lot of looks, along with a few knowing smiles. It made me wonder just how long I was going to have to endure the embarrassment of Carly having blabbed about winning her bet and taking my virginity.

Mrs. Walker saw me and smiled. She was her usual self at church. But she made no mention about our swim and alone time at the lake.

It was good to get back to work stacking hay Monday morning. By Tuesday evening, I was ready for another trip back to the lake. I was all hot and sweaty, eager for a nice, cool swim.

After supper, I let my folks know where I was going. I told them I’d be back before dark. Then I changed into a suit underneath my clothes, packed my gear, got in my car and drove off.

There were not many cars at the lake when I arrived. Thankfully, no one was parked at the inlet. At least someone had thoughtfully left the raft on the edge of the shore.

I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed my dive mask. I left a towel on the shore before pushing the raft out into the water. It had been such a hot day that the lake barely had the faintest hint of coolness to it.

My cock stiffened in my trunks as made my way out into deeper water. The dive mask sat on my head as I reached the midpoint of the inlet. There was barely a ripple on the surface, indicating the raft would probably not drift too far away once I submerged.

I pulled my mask down over my eyes. Then I took a deep breath and headed straight down. I was curious to see if I could reach the bottom this far out.

It got cooler and murkier the deeper I went. My cock was nice and hard from going so deep, and from the chill near the bottom. But I felt my lungs straining, so I turned around before touching any mud.

I chased bubbles out of my mouth until I burst up panting for breath. I waited a half minute before trying again. Then I submerged before jack-knifing downward.

This time, I was able to hold my breath longer. I pulled with my arms while kicking with my legs. It seemed like it was a long way down before I finally touched mud.

I bubbled with pride, my cock throbbing. I wondered how long I should wait before tending to my needs. Then I turned and headed back to the surface, releasing more bubbles out of my mouth.

I popped up and gasped for breath. Then I took a good look around. I heard voices toward the far end of the lake, but saw no one on the shore in my immediate vicinity.

Satisfied, I pulled my trunks down my legs. I threw them up onto the raft, where they landed with a splat. Then I filled my lungs.

I had just started to submerge when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a vehicle approaching. I was undecided whether or not I should surface and put my trunks back on. But I figured they would see my vehicle and keep going. So I decided I could risk continuing my dive to the bottom.

I took my time swimming down, wondering about the car. Where they going to stop? Sometimes people drove on by and went around to the backside of the lake. Maybe I would be left alone.

I enjoyed the swim down, releasing bubbles past my lips. It got cooler and darker the deeper I went. But I still couldn’t find the bottom.

I pulled a little harder until my hands came in contact with mud. I smiled and bubbled, pleased I’d made it all the way down. Then I just drifted there while caressing myself.

I grabbed my erection and started to stroke. Then I thought about that car again. What if they were stopping and wanted to use the raft? What if they decided to swim out and see who I was?

I thought about going for a quick release. But then I thought better of it. I felt the strain in my lungs, signaling the need to return to the surface. So I began pulling with my arms, feeling a little heavier now that I’d lost so much air and had become negatively buoyant.

It got lighter as I neared the surface. That’s when I thought I heard splashing. Somebody was coming out toward me and the raft!

I shot upward, anxious to grab my trunks and get them back on before I was discovered. I popped up gasping for breath. That’s when I saw a lone figure swimming out toward me.

I snatched my trunks and immediately submerged, frantic to pull them back on. I bubbled as I struggled with them. I finally got them pulled up my legs.

I headed up and burst up panting for breath. The individual had just reached the edge of the raft. That’s when I saw it was…

“Mrs. Walker??” That’s when I pulled my dive mask up off my eyes.

“Oh hi, Robert. I’m not intruding, am I?”

“Uh… no. I just wasn’t, uh… I wasn’t expecting you.”

“It was such a hot day that I thought I’d come out for a little swim before bedtime. I see you had the same idea.”

“Yes, I did. I’ve been stacking hay all day.”

“No wonder you wanted to come out. The water feels great; doesn’t it?”

“It feels nice, although it’s a bit warm at the surface.”

“I see you brought your dive mask. Does that mean you’ve been diving?”

“Yeah; I’ve been trying to reach the bottom.”

“Did you make it?”

“A couple of times.”

“Mind if I try?”

“Help yourself. Would you like to use my dive mask?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t worn one in a long time. I’m used to swimming without one. But thanks anyway. Be right back.”

She filled her lungs and submerged. I ducked my head under and watched as she headed down. That’s when I wished I hadn’t.

That yellow one-piece she’d worn the other day was now a two-piece. It also revealed some cleavage. And her bottoms didn’t cover all that much.

She went deeper until she disappeared from view. I watched a few bubbles come swirling upward. Then she reappeared, pulling with her arms while scissor-kicking.

I watched for as long as I dared. Then I surfaced and clung to the edge of the raft, trying to act as though I hadn’t just been staring.

She surfaced a few seconds later, panting heavily. “Missed it,” she gasped. I don’t know if she was speaking to me or just talking to herself.

“It’s pretty deep down there, Mrs. Walker. I had a hard time…”

She gave me a disapproving look. Then I remembered her first name. “Karen. I had a hard time getting down there my first time, Karen.”

“Come down with me, Robert? Maybe seeing you going for it will give me the motivation I need to push myself all the way.”

“Sure; anything you say.”

I tried not to stare as we both took deep breaths. I counted us down. Then we submerged.

I kicked as I pulled myself downward with my arms. Mrs. Walker tried to stay right with me. I slowed until she reached out and grabbed my wrist.

I pulled with one arm as she pulled with her opposite one. We both kicked hard while trying to conserve our breath. It sure felt like it was a long way down.

It got so murky that I could barely see her right next to me. She let go of my hand, making me think she was turning around. I pulled with both arms while catching a glimpse out of the corner of my eye that she was still coming down with me.

I reached out and touched bottom, although I couldn’t see it. I heard Mrs. Walker grunt, and I assumed she’d touched bottom as well. Then we both turned and headed back to the surface.

I could feel the need in my chest. But I tried to go slower so I could keep track of her progress. She lagged behind me a little, but I made sure not to lose her.

It got lighter and warmer, the closer we got. Then we burst up near the raft. We both panted loudly for breath as we swam over and clung to the edge.

“That was… I didn’t think… I was going to make it!”

“You did great, Mrs er, uh… Karen.”

“I have you to thank for it. I just barely saw you keep going, so I pushed myself. It’s a good thing the bottom wasn’t that far away, as I certainly never saw it. I only touched it.”

I nodded as I got my breath back. Mentally, I kept telling my cock to soften. I just hoped she couldn’t see my bulge.

“Can we go again, Robert? I’m curious how long I can stay down once I get down there.”

Her protruding nipples in her top distracted me until I finally stuttered, “Uh… sure; we can go again!”

“You’ll stay with me; right?”

“I’d be happy to.”

We both took long, deep breaths. Then we submerged. We both headed downward, pulling with our arms while kicking with our legs.

This time she did not hang onto me. I think she needed her arms to help with downward momentum. It was certainly easier without holding onto her hand.

We tried to take it easy swimming down without burning up our oxygen. I felt relaxed taking my time with Mrs. Walker right there next to me. It got dark and murky, but I could just make her out right beside me.

It was nice and cool when my hand finally touched bottom. My cock was stiff as a board. Then I realized I’d lost Mrs. Walker.

An arm blindly probed in my direction until it grabbed onto my shoulder. She pulled herself to me. Then we embraced.

I winced as my erection pressed up against her. I was afraid she was going to bolt or try to withdraw. Instead, she pressed up hard against me. I bubbled as she humped and grunted.

We finally let go of each other and headed back toward the surface. I saw her right beside me once the water became less murky. Then we headed upward a little faster toward the raft, chasing the bubbles we’d released.

We popped up at the surface, panting heavily for breath. We clung to the edge of the wooden structure, gasping to get our breath back. “I would have never… thought it possible!” she gasped. “That was… that was incredible!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Walker,” I blurted out. “I didn’t mean to… I mean… I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what, Robert?”

“I didn’t mean to… being at the bottom of the lake gets me excited. I didn’t mean to…”

“Oh, that,” she said with a dismissive wave. “Think nothing of it. In fact, I was kind of hoping it was me you were hard for.”

“Well, if you want to know the truth…” Then I lowered my head as my face turned crimson.

She smiled at me. “I never realized just how much I would enjoy swimming down to the bottom of this lake, Robert. Can we go again? I’d like to see if I can stay down there even longer.”

I gave her a questioning look. “What?” she asked innocently.

“Your daughter wanted to stay down longer as well.” Now I was growing suspicious.

She smiled as she told me, “I suppose I do want to see if I can make it down and hold my breath as long as she did. I hope you don’t mind. Besides, I feel safer having you down there with me.”

Maybe it was all innocent. She wasn’t like Carly, was she? “Sure, Mrs er, uh… Karen. We can go down again.”

“You say Mrs. just one more time and I’m going to make you pay. You got that?”

“Sorry.”

“Ready when you are, Robert.”

We took deep breaths until I counted us down from three. Then we submerged together. We turned and headed downward, pulling calmly with our arms while kicking with our legs.

Was it me? Or was it easier getting down with Mrs. Walker by my side? Was I trying to be competitive? Or was I just trying to make it easier on her?

It got colder and darker the farther down we went. The sun was also getting lower in the sky. That meant more shadows and an increased chill.

I was excited diving to the bottom of the lake with Mrs. Walker. As a result, my cock hadn’t softened one iota. What was I going to do if she discovered just how hard I was? Then I figured she already knew that from the last time we embraced.

It certainly seemed like it was a long way down. But I finally reached the bottom. Then I turned to look for her, only I couldn’t see her.

I groped around where I thought she might be. Had she gone back up? Then an arm found me. That’s when she pulled me to her and we embraced.

My cock was hard between us. This time I felt Mrs. Walker’s lips on mine. Instinctively, I kissed her back as she humped my bulge.

With her kissing me, it seemed like we were down even longer. She groaned into my mouth as she humped me. It made me wish I didn’t have the dive mask on my face. Next time down maybe?

She kept humping me until I thought for sure I was going to cream my trunks. I felt her tongue in my mouth as I kissed her back. Then she grunted and gurgled.

She suddenly disengaged and shot upward. I panicked as I followed her up. I chased the bubbles I released as the water got lighter and clearer.

She looked like she was panicked a little. Had I kept her down too long? Was she in trouble??

She burst up and grabbed onto the side of the raft. I burst up right next to her. She was coughing and gasping like crazy.

Immediately, I was all apologies. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker. I didn’t mean to keep you down so long. Are you all right?”

She gave me a stern look. That’s when she declared, “I warned you, Robert.” Then she held out her hand.

“What? I asked in confusion.

“Dive mask please.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“C’mon, c’mon; hand it over. I know you can swim down without it.”

Sheepishly, I pulled it up off my face. She took it and placed it upon the raft. Then she stuck her hand out again.

“Trunks, please.”

“Mrs. Walker, are you sure?”

“That really does it! Trunks, Robert… now!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I sheepishly reached down and worked them off my legs. Now my erection was plainly visible. There was no way to hide it from her.

She took my trunks and slapped them onto the raft. Then she reached behind herself and removed her bikini top. It came free, exposing those glorious mounds.

She slapped it onto the raft next to my trunks. Then she reached down again. Uh – oh; was she really going to…?

To my surprise, she slapped her bottoms up onto the raft. Then she gave me a stern look. “Carly tells me you know how to lick pussy at the bottom of the lake. So now you’re going to lick mine as punishment for calling me Mrs. all the time. That’ll teach you not to be so formal around me. You got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. “Robert? Please don’t make me feel old.”

“Sorry… Karen.”

“Now we go again. I want us to stay on the bottom for as long as possible. You know what to do; right?”

“Yes, ma-er, uh… right.”

My heart was hammering a mile a minute as we filled our lungs. Then we submerged together. I tried to calm the wild beating in my chest as we worked our way back down.

I found the mud, and Karen found me. This time, she pulled me close before mashing her crotch against my face. I dutifully stock my tongue out and began to lick.

It was hard to see anything at all. But it was certainly easy to apply my tongue when she had my head locked between her thighs. I tasted lake water along with the distinct flavor of a woman’s slit. It was similar to the way her daughter had tasted.

I heard a groan, followed by a release of bubbles. She ground her crotch hard against my mouth. I licked, tongued and nibbled, remembering my lessons from Carly.

I felt like I needed to go back up. And I figured she needed to go up soon. But she stayed down, humping and grinding against my face.

I detected a bubbly cry as she stiffened even more. Then she shuddered right there on the bottom. A moment later, she seemed to relax.

My lungs heaved in my chest. Instinctively, I grabbed her around the waist. Then I started back up, pulling her along with me.

She didn’t kick very much. And she was very little help with her arms, at least at first. That’s when I began to get concerned.

It was hard getting her back to the surface. She finally began to offer some help as it got lighter and warmer. My lungs were on fire.

We reached the surface and burst up near the raft. We both panted quietly for breath. For a moment, Mrs. Walker seemed subdued.

I was concerned as I asked, “You ok… Karen?”

“I’m… I’m just… let me get my breath back, Robert.”

We were at the raft for a couple of minutes until she seemed to regain her composure. Then she looked me right in the eye. “Ok, Robert. One last trip back down.”

I gulped, “Are you sure?” I was concerned she might have swallowed water or something.

“I’m sure. One more time, if you don’t mind.” Then she looked up at the darkening sky before adding, “And then I think we’d better call it a night.”

One last time? I figured I could handle that. I was just glad she was acknowledging the lateness of the hour.

I nodded as I began taking long, deep breaths. She breathed deeply right along with me. All I could do was wonder what other kind of punishment I was in for if she wanted to go back down one last time.

We filled our lungs before submerging. Then we both headed down toward the bottom of the lake. It was definitely getting cooler and darker.

I was pretty confident we would be able to find the bottom. We’d done it often enough that it was well within our abilities. Then I touched the muddy soil with my outstretched hand.

Mrs. Walker reached out for me, fumbling around until she got a good hold. She felt her way down until her hand grabbed my erection. A moment later, I felt her wrap her lips around my quivering shaft.

I groaned and trembled. Amazingly, she took me deeper. Then she cupped my balls.

Oh my gawd! Was she really blowing me at the bottom of the lake?? I couldn’t believe it!!

I let out a grunt as I stiffened in her mouth. We hadn’t been down very long. But it wasn’t going to take long, as there was no way I was going to be able to hold it back.

I shot a load into her mouth, followed by another. I simply could not stop spurting. She hungrily gulped me down, massaging my cock with her mouth while totally milking me dry. I kept thrusting and spurting until nothing more was forthcoming.

I felt her climb up my body. She gave me a long, lingering kiss while we were still down on the bottom. Then I felt her chest heave, triggering her sudden departure.

I was right behind her, the two of us racing back to the surface. We weren’t down long, although it sure seemed as though my lungs were empty. Then we both burst up gasping loudly for breath.

“That was a hell of a load, Robert. Carly said you like to come out here and masturbate. Was that your first or second load?”

“I didn’t get the chance to cum before you got here… Karen.”

“I’m glad, Robert. You deserved that, especially after what you did to me down there with your tongue. I think I swallowed most of your load.”

I immediately felt a little guilty. Then I noticed the long shadows from the trees. I looked all around before I started to say, “Maybe we’d better…”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” she finished with a smile.

We swam the raft into shore. There was no one around, allowing us to put our suits back on. Then we dried ourselves off with our towels.

She pressed up against me, giving me a long, soulful kiss. “I’m so glad I came out here and found you, Robert. I feel much better now. Tonight, I think I’m going to sleep just fine.”

I had a fleeting thought about her husband, and it made me feel even guiltier. But I didn’t say anything. Besides, she was the one who’d come onto me, although I was just as at fault as she was.

I walked her to her car. She thanked me again. Then she got in and started up the engine. She had it turned around and was heading off by the time I’d crawled into mine.

2022 (written Jul 5 ’22 by riwa. Illustrations generously created by JustPaul.)

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Girl’s night out 4 4.5 (72)

Posted on June 20, 2023 by riwa

“Maybe she’d like to try it out?”

I look up in shock at the handler who’s grinning lewdly at me. The blonde murmurs something about how hard I might cum. Amber looks up at me from her position on the floor and smiles tiredly as she tells me, “I’d love to see you try it. I bet you’d cum so fucking hard!”

My brunette companion looks at me with a sly smile. “Oh, I don’t know,” I tell her uncertainly.

“You did show a curiosity as to how it worked,” the handler observes thoughtfully.

“But I’m soaked! I need to clean up.”

“We’ll clean you up later.”

“I don’t want my ass impaled!”

“We’ll stick it in your pussy then. It won’t hurt a bit.” That’s when the handler rises up and comes over to me.

I shake my head in protest. “I, uh… I should go find my family. They’re uh… they’re probably wondering where I am.”

“I’m sure you’ll catch up to them once the hangings start.”

The handler suddenly grabs one arm. My brunette companion grabs the other. She smiles as she tells me, “You did show some curiosity as to how it works; am I right?”

Part 4

I shake my head as I tell them, “No, really… I’m all right… I don’t need to find out…”

“C’mon,” the brunette tells me with more enthusiasm than I’m comfortable with. “The more I get to know you, the more I suspect you’re really going to love it.”

“No, really… I don’t think I want… what are you doing – WAIT!”

They grab both arms until I’m slowly forced down onto the metal post. It fully fills my pussy. I’m ashamed how much I’m dripping from a fearful excitement. It’s embarrassing to know they all can see how aroused I’ve become.

Amber licks her lips and watches as she kneels nearby. Leeza tries to reassure me as she works to attach one of my wrists to the cuff on one side of the post. My brunette companion smiles as she locks my other wrist into place.

“No; wait! NOO!” But it’s too late.

I sit there panting like crazy, my cunt full and throbbing. My nipples protrude out of my boobs. I can’t believe the situation I now find myself in!

“Comfy?” the brunette coos at me as she lightly brushes my face.

“N-not really.”

She chuckles as she leans close and kisses me. The blonde also gets close and starts to touch me all over. Amber in her purple hair just watches me from her position on the floor, her eyes flashing with excitement as she purrs, “I think we got a newbie here. But that’s ok. Now we’re going to break her in.”

The brunette tells her, “Oh, we had some fun in the big mattress room. But I suspect this is her first time on something like the garrote post.”

“I’m not s-sure I want to do this,” I stammer nervously.

“Oh don’t worry,” Amber laughs. “You’re perfectly safe with us. At least I think so.”

“Maybe we should start with the bag,” my brunette escort suggests.

She grins over at Dylan who still sits attached to her post. She is catching her breath with her bag temporarily removed. Jenna is being released from her post while the fourth garrote device now sits empty for the moment. I must have missed them leaving.

Leeza produces a bag and grins at me. “Don’t worry. We’ll go easy on you to start with.”

“But what about m-my family?”

“I’m sure we’ll get you back to them in time before the hangings commence.” Then she steps behind me before slowly pulling the bag down over my head.

“I’m n-not sure I want this,” I tell my brunette escort.

“You’ll be fine,” she tells me as she caresses my heaving breasts. “Just enjoy the experience. You’re with friends here.”

“But I h-hardly know any of you!”

“Then allow me introduce myself,” the purple-haired Amber says.

She moves in close and starts licking my dripping slit from her knees, paying attention to my swollen nub as the post fills me. I want to protest. But my body responds with erotic jolts of pleasure that shoot through me as the blonde starts licking one of my erect nipples.

The brunette smiles as the bag comes down over my head. Leeza chuckles as she gently squeezes my neck, almost sealing it. “I won’t secure it just yet,” she says from behind me. “I’ll just give her a little squeeze is all.”

I feel fingers seal the bad in place as they tighten around my throat. I pant harder as Amber really works my dripping slit with her tongue. The blonde simply won’t stop sucking on my nipples.

It feels uncomfortable the way I’m being gently choked. It doesn’t really affect my breathing. What does affect it is the way the bag starts to deflate with each breath I take.

My breath becomes stale; I keep breathing the same air. I begin to inhale deeper as panic surges through me. My body responds with a terrible fire of arousal.

“You see?” the brunette says as she leans closer. “Isn’t it erotic? Isn’t it exciting, not being able to breathe as us bitches tend to your sexual needs?”

I pant for breath as I start to panic. I cry out as I try to shake my head. Leeza suddenly releases my neck before pulling the bag up off my head.

I pant like crazy as I try to catch my breath. Next to me I can see Dylan looking at me with lustful excitement. The handler behind her has a bag for her at the ready.

Amber pulls away to catch her breath. She tells everyone, “I think she wants to cum.” I shake my head as I tell her, “No, I don’t.”

There are good-natured chuckles as the bag comes back down over my head. I see Dylan’s bag come down over hers as well. We stare at each other as hands wrap around our throats, preventing our bags from receiving fresh air.

I shake my head as I mutter something about not being sure I want to go through with all this. My brunette escort tells me I’ll be just fine. Then she kisses me through the plastic.

I gasp and moan as Amber licks my swollen nub. The blonde continues sucking on a nipple while caressing a breast. The brunette fondles my other boob as she kisses me harder.

The bag starts to inflate and deflate with each breath I take. My eyes widen as I look over at Dylan. Her bag inflates and deflates just like mine, her expression mirroring my own.

My panic increases; I cannot catch my breath. Dylan begins to struggle against the post she’s secured to. I can’t free my arms as the metal post fills me to the point of sweet agony.

I try to cry out; gawd, I don’t want this! Dylan begins to shake on her post as the bag collapses against her face. She even sucks some of it into her mouth as she tries to breathe.

I try to scream as I struggle to inhale. But I cannot get any air in or out of my lungs. The brunette kisses me hard through the plastic clinging to my face despite the fear that grips me.

It hits so hard that I squirt orgasmically into Amber’s face. I shudder intensely as I struggle to get a single, solitary breath. Dylan looks as though she’s in agony over on her post. Then both our bags are lifted up over our heads.

I pant like crazy as I struggle to get my breath back. The brunette smiles as she tells me how hot it was watching me cum while I was unable to breathe. Then our lips lock once more.

I can’t believe how hard I climaxed! I feel minor aftershocks as she kisses me again. The fear subsides, replaced by the arousal I receive from the lips of another woman.

The brunette pulls away. For a moment the blonde and purple-hair stop what they’re doing. I’m allowed to pant heavily in order to catch my breath.

“Now do you see?” I hear Leeza chuckle as she stands behind me. “This room may not be as comfortable, considering all you have to sit upon. But the orgasms in here can be pretty intense. You came just as hard as some of the other sexy bitches I’ve seen in here.”

“Was that so bad?” the brunette askes as she brushes a reassuring hand over my bare skin.

“Not so bad,” I confess timidly. I hate admitting that to anyone. Being allowed to breathe now while looking back upon the event as though in a rear view mirror makes it seem as though it wasn’t quite so frightening.

“Perhaps she’d like the hands-on approach,” Amber suggests as she rises to her feet. She climbs into my lap, taking over from the blonde. Then she rubs and caresses my tits.

She suddenly reaches out, grabs my neck with both hands and starts to squeeze. “Wait!” I rasp as she rocks in my lap. She squeezes harder as her face draws near. Then she tenderly kisses my lips.

No… wait… NO! My mind cries out as she squeezes harder. Then she forces my lips apart, plunging her tongue deep inside my mouth.

I struggle as I try to break free. The post fills my pussy as though I’m riding a cold, thick erection. She tongue-fucks my mouth until I shudder from another shameful orgasm. Where the hell is my sister? Where the hell is Cassandra??

I’m disoriented, on the verge of passing out, when she lets go. She pulls away and smiles as though she’s just done something very naughty. To my left I see Dylan panting as though she’s recently been deprived of air as well.

“Damn!” the blonde observes. “She just came again! I think we’ve got a real gasper on our hands!”

“Aren’t we all?” Amber asks with a sly grin.

The blonde acknowledges her as she adds, “Well… some of us more than others.”

“Time to add another post,” Leeza whispers into my ear from behind me. It’s loud enough for the others to hear.

“Change posts?” I stammer uncertainly.

I sense movement from behind me. A moment later I feel another post rising up. It presses against my anus before slowly pushing its way inside.

“No!” I pant as I wriggle where I sit. “Wait! I don’t want…”

“Relax,” Amber purrs. Then her fingers wrap around my neck again as she kisses me deeply.

Out of the corner of my eye I see hands wrap around Dylan’s neck as well. She rasps as she begins to struggle. Is she impaled in both holes the same as I?

I shudder as Amber kisses me hard. Both metal posts fill my holes. It’s uncomfortable as hell, yet perversely arousing.

Amber pulls away, removing her hands so I can breathe again. I notice Dylan getting a similar reprieve. Then a rope comes down over my head.

I feel it tighten against my neck. My eyes open wide in alarm. “Now it’s time for you to try the garrote,” my brunette escort observes, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I’m n-not sure about this,” I stammer as I see Dylan get a rope around her throat as well.

“Too late to back out now,” Amber chuckles. Then she starts to ride me as the rope slowly tightens.

“Wait!” I rasp. “Wait; I’m not ready!”

“No one ever is,” the blonde chuckles. The brunette just smiles knowingly at me.

“No… wait… I’m – arrghh…”

The words are strangled out of me as the rope tightens. Nearby I can see Dylan suffering in a similar manner on her own post. It’s as though her handler is putting her through the exact same thing I’m experiencing.

Is it to let me know I’m not suffering alone? Or is the naked bitch standing behind her simply enjoying making her suffer the way I am?

The rope becomes uncomfortably tight. I struggle to pull air down my windpipe. I cannot keep from wriggling and struggling against the post I’m secured against.

My eyes widen in growing terror. If they’re not careful, they could actually kill me right here and now! The thought both frightens and arouses me.

Amber leans in and kisses me deeply. My lips are forced open by the rope around my neck. Her tongue plunges in and rapes my oral cavity.

I writhe in breathless agony. My strangulation sends a terrible fire down to my crotch. Then I shudder in orgasm once more, my cunt spewing its contents onto the floor.

Out of the corner of my eye I see poor Dylan thrashing about on her post. Her face has gone a dark shade of red. Is that what my face looks like?

The rope suddenly relaxes around my throat. I pant wildly for breath. Then I feel the post in my pussy retract until there’s a vacancy, an emptiness that feels strangely disappointing.

Amber climbs off my lap. The blonde moves in and starts in on a nipple again. My brunette escort pants, “So fucking hot” as she comes close.

She reaches down and fingers my wet cunt. I cannot keep from clenching around her wriggling digits as I whimper and moan. Then she moves in and kisses me while fingering me.

The rope tightens again. I try to shake my head. She kisses me harder as she fingers me more aggressively.

I feel myself clench around her thrusting digits. The garrote takes my breath away. Then I’m shuddering again as intense pleasure flows through me. How many more of these can I endure??

“So there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! I had no idea you wanted to try out this room! Had I known, I would have brought you in here myself!”

The rope loosens around my neck, leaving me panting like crazy. I look up as everybody turns to look. My sister Cassandra stands naked in the doorway.

She comes right in and walks up to where I’m secured. “How did you manage it?” she asks everyone. “How did you get her to climb on and go for a ride?”

The blonde smiles back at her as she replies, “She was watching the others in here and wanted to try it out for herself.”

“Is that so?” My sister gives me a sly grin.

I shake my head as I try to explain that it wasn’t like that at all. It was not such a voluntary proposition. I was all but forced.

Cassie interrupts me with a dismissive wave. “I bring my sister to girl’s night out, and she’s already getting carried away? I should have included you in our breathless family fun years ago.”

The brunette pulls her fingers out of my pussy. Cassie smiles as she tells her, “Oh, don’t stop on my account.”

“I’m not. I just figured you might want to have a turn.”

“Well, if you insist. Don’t mind if I do.”

Cassie much too eagerly kneels right in front of me. She sticks a couple of fingers inside my well-lubricated slit. Her other hand reaches out and gropes one of my breasts.

I try to resist, but it’s useless. My body betrays me as I writhe in response. A low moan slips out past my lips.

She grins as she asks, “You like that, sis?”

“Where are the others?” I gasp, trying to distract her by changing the subject.

“Maybe you need a little more stimulation,” she says, ignoring my question.

She nods her head in my direction… no, in the direction of Leeza who must be standing somewhere behind me. A moment later the coil tightens around my throat. I rasp as I start to stiffen.

“Is that better, sis?” she asks with a mischievous grin. Then she fingers me harder. I’m embarrassed as hell, while at the same time feeling so shamefully aroused.

“Carrie’s going to be so disappointed when she learns what she missed. What’s the matter? Can’t speak right now? Cat got your tongue?”

I rasp as I try to get a word out. I begin to shake in place as my arms jerk against the cuffs holding me to the post. I can’t rise up; I can’t push her away; and I can’t climb off the metal post up my ass!

Cassie finger-fucks me harder. She seems amused, even aroused at my dilemma. I can’t believe she’s taking advantage of me like this!

She pulls her fingers out. The rope loosens from around my neck as though she and Leeza have communicated something non-verbally. Then she climbs into my lap.

“You know, sis? You look so incredibly sexy when you’re strangling.”

“Maybe we should go look f-for the others?”

“Oh, they’ll keep.” Then with a nod from her, the rope around my neck tightens again.

Cassie starts riding me as I rasp for breath. I try to shake my head. I’m filled with a sense of fear as well as a shameful arousal. My sister wouldn’t… would she??

The rope tightens. Her hands grope and fondle my breasts. I writhe in the chair, helpless and breathless.

My eyes widen as my tongue slowly protrudes of its own accord. Cassie leans in and gently kisses it. That’s when I begin to shudder in orgasm.

My vision starts to blur. I feel myself panicking despite the forced pleasure. Then Cassie is all over my mouth, kissing me hungrily.

I’m almost on the verge of blacking out when the rope loosens. Cassie pulls back as she grins at me. “Damn, sis. That was so fucking hot.”

“You should see what she does when she’s bagged.”

I look at the blonde in horror. “Great idea!” Cassie says. That’s when I hear a flapping sound behind me as though Leeza is still back there getting one ready.

“Don’t you need to go f-find Carrie and her lover?”

“Not really. I’m sure they’re just fine. Besides, I’m having a lot more fun in here with you, sis.”

The bag is abruptly pulled down over my head from behind. I start to panic as Cassie tucks it under the rope around my neck. Then the garrote tightens.

I happen to glance over at Dylan. The bag is back over her head as well. Her eyes are open wide, just like mine.

I want to tell my sister I’ll help her go find the others. Then I start breathing my expelled breath. It makes me become dizzy.

Cassandra gropes my boobs again. By now Amber and the blond have moved over to “assist” poor Dylan. Purple-hair kneels between her legs and starts to eat her out as the blond licks on one of her nipples.

The bag starts to deflate, clinging tighter and tighter to my face. Cassie kisses my lips hard through the plastic. My chest heaves more and more as I struggle to get a decent breath of air down my windpipe.

She rides me as I struggle in the chair. My mind screams, “CASSANDRA, DON’T KILL ME! FOR GAWD’S SAKE, DON’T KILL ME!” Then I’m sucking the bag into my mouth, my chest heaving as my lungs scream for my next breath.

I suddenly go into serious convulsions. At the same time I feel a massive orgasm overwhelm me. It batters me senseless as consciousness abruptly shuts down.

2021 (written for Carrie Jan 14 ’21 by riwa)

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Apnea Girl and the Wheel 4.3 (29)

Posted on June 15, 2023 by riwa

On Maui, Judy Spencer comes across a Hawaiian beauty named Maria Palakiko. Sharing their mutual interests leads to an interesting discovery. Maria is the director of the Erotic Apnea Academy on a huge tropical estate. And the first thing Maria introduces Judy to is the wheel.

Judy Spencer (aka Apnea Girl) looked at it with a great deal of interest. It was an elongated X attached to an interior section of the pool. It was intended to keep the occupant locked in by the arms and legs for the duration of the “ride”.

“What do you think?” Maria Palakiko asked with a wave of her hand.

“Have you ever been on it?” Judy wanted to know as she stared at it.

“Plenty of times. We use it to teach trust and endurance here in our shallow training pool.”

“It looks… it looks like…” Judy was already trying to imagine what it would be like to hold her breath on the damned thing.

“So what do you think?” the director asked.

“What are the orgasms like?”

“At least we know where your mind is,” Maria chuckled. “I can tell you I’ve had my share on the wheel; that’s for sure.”

“Looks like fun,” Judy admitted. “You think I could…? I mean… I don’t have to be a member of your academy to try it out, do I?”

Maria chuckled. “As director, it’s at my discretion as to who I permit to ride it. Our little swim together a while ago indicates you can probably handle it better than many of our academy students.”

“So it’s ok if I take it for a spin?” Judy winced before laughing at her unintended pun.

Maria chuckled. Then she gestured grandly. “After you, my dear. However, there is one caveat.”

“Oh. And what is that?”

“You’ll have to ride it topless.”

“Topless?” Judy repeated curiously.

“Director’s discretion,” Maria replied with a knowing grin. “Or you can call it ‘director’s privilege’.”

Judy smiled at her as she reached back to unhook her top. “I think I can accommodate that request. Besides, you’ve already seen my tits during our swim.”

“Which is why I want to see them again,” Maria laughed.

They waded down into the water. Judy realized the term “shallow” was not entirely accurate. It wasn’t deep, but she certainly had to tread water just to keep her head right there at the surface.

Maria proceeded to strap her in. Judy was locked in at her wrists. Then Maria had to submerge to secure each ankle.

Once she was locked in, Judy found herself feeling vulnerable and helpless. It was definitely an erotic experience. But it was also more than a little unsettling.

“Wow, uh… this is… this is different.”

“Having second thoughts?” Maria asked curiously.

“Well… I’m already locked in and all stretched out. It’s ok, I guess. However, it does take some, uh… some getting used to.”

“Fair enough,” Maria replied. “But if you think that’s bad, imagine getting used to it while standing on your head holding your breath. Think you can handle that?”

Judy gave Maria a nervous look. “Well… it’s not that I can’t handle it. It’s just that I’m, uh… well, let’s just say I’m not in the mood for drowning today.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Maria replied with a wicked laugh. “All comfy now?”

“’Comfy isn’t the word I’d use. But I guess I’ll manage.”

“You sure?” Maria asked, taking advantage of Judy’s helplessness by rubbing her breasts.

Apnea Girl let out a moan. Then Maria reached down and rubbed her crotch. Judy started to protest, but it didn’t do her any good.

“What are you do-mmmph.”

Maria kissed her passionately. Then she pulled away. “I get to do that with my students, you know. Director’s…”

“I know – I know; ‘director’s privilege’,” Judy interrupted. Then she smiled bashfully as she told her, “I don’t mind at all.”

“I suspected as much. You have no idea how much I enjoy putting students through their paces on the wheel here.” Then she turned to get out of the water.

Judy was alarmed. “Wait a minute. Where are you going? Aren’t you going to turn the wheel now? You’re not just going to leave me here, are you?”

Maria paused to look back at her. “Relax. I’m just climbing out of the pool to go set the controls for operation on ‘manual’.”

“Manual?” Judy replied dubiously.

“’Director’s privilege’, remember? In this case, I think I want to control just how long I leave you under.” Then she gave her a sly smile.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Judy. But I’m getting quite aroused just thinking about this. Don’t go anywhere; I’ll be right back.”

“Go anywhere?” Judy replied sarcastically. “Where do you think I can go, all stretched out like this?”

Maria laughed as she got out of the water. Judy could not turn her head far enough to see where the director had gone. All she could do was question whether or not this had been such a good idea to ride the wheel to begin with.

She thought about her casual drowning comment and the director’s reply. She wasn’t risking more than straining lungs here, was she? She had to admit she’d only known the director for a couple hours after their encounter and swim in the waters off the island.

She could already feel tingles developing. Soon she would be holding her breath upside down. Judy suspected she was probably going to experience quite the orgasm.

When Maria returned, Judy discovered the director was already topless. It was a turn-on being secured and exposed while also observing Maria’s erect nipples, indicating her arousal as well. But she was having a few more misgivings now.

The director sat down on the edge of the pool. Then she reached out and grabbed the wheel. “Ok, Sweetie. Ready to take it for a spin like you said?” She couldn’t resist, and she chuckled at the unease in Judy’s features.

“Relax. The first one will be just a warm-up; ok?”

“First one? Warm-up?”

“You’ll want to ride it more than once, won’t you?”

“I, uh… I suppose so.” Now Judy was becoming even more nervous. But it didn’t diminish her arousal factor in the slightest.

“I’m going to spin you upside down now. But don’t worry. I’m only going to leave you standing on your head for, oh… I’d say three minutes is a good starting point; wouldn’t you?” Maria even held out three fingers for emphasis.

“Three minutes?” Judy gasped in alarm.

“You got a problem with that? During our swim, you indicated you were quite good at holding your breath.”

“N-no; that’s a good starting time for me. I can do that.”

Inwardly, Judy wasn’t sure whether or not she’d just lied to Maria. Up ‘til now, three minutes was just about her maximum limit. But she didn’t want to explain that to the academy director and risk disappointing her.

She told herself everything was going to be all right. Besides, she wanted to prove herself to Maria. She certainly didn’t deserve the name “Apnea Girl” if she couldn’t hold her breath; right?

“Deep breath, sweetie. I’m so looking forward to this.” Then Maria grabbed onto the wheel.

Judy inhaled sharply. Then the wheel was slowly spun. A moment later, she found herself standing on her head in the training pool.

Her sinuses stung right away. But she forced herself to quickly adapt, being as how she didn’t have much choice in the matter. Again, she wanted to prove herself to the director, even though she wasn’t officially one of her students.

Judy Spencer still had some misgivings. But as the seconds ticked away, she was able to calm down and enjoy the moment. But her level of sexual excitement understandably intensified.

She closed her eyes and settled in for a rather long first attempt. The longer she was upside down holding her breath, the more aroused she became. It was certainly a challenge with water up her nose. But she was already getting used to the sting of her sinuses.

This wasn’t bad at all! In fact, it was downright erotic. Her lady parts were really tingling!

Judy Spencer was usually able to discern how long she’d been holding her breath underwater. She’d done it so many times before that it was becoming second nature to her. She could tell by the growing strain in her lungs that she was well into her second minute.

It felt pleasurable. Her chest was now beginning to heave with aching lungs. But her pussy was also aching for that release she usually experienced while holding her breath.

Judy felt the wheel swing her back up. Her head emerged and she gasped for breath. Maria was smiling at her.

“How was that for a first time?”

“Quite tingly,” Judy replied with a knowing grin. “Was that three minutes?”

“I pulled you up a little early when I saw your chest heaving. ‘Director’s privilege’, remember? However, I can’t guarantee I’ll be as merciful the next time you’re down there.” Then she gave Judy a wicked smile as she asked, “Ready to go again?”

Apnea Girl hadn’t experienced her orgasm yet, although she’d come close that time. She probably needed to be kept down longer to achieve her objective. After all, the best orgasms were the ones where her lungs were on fire; right?

“I’m ready,” Judy nodded. This time she wanted that orgasm.

“Take a deep breath.” In response, Judy dutifully filled her lungs. A moment later, Maria spun her around until she was standing on her head again.

Apnea Girl settled in for a longer one. She suspected the director was going to push her limits on this one. But she planned on enjoying a nice orgasm before being brought back up.

She closed her eyes again as the tingles returned in a rush. Her nipples were nice and hard. This time, she was definitely going to experience that orgasm.

Up at the surface, Maria reached under her bikini bottoms and fingered herself as she watched Judy. This time, she was going to push her “student”. Judy Spencer seemed like a prime candidate for her academy.

How long could this sexy young woman hold her breath? The wheel was certainly a good way to find out. Maria was looking forward to this.

It felt like she’d easily passed two minutes. But Judy couldn’t keep from wriggling a little. If her hands would have been free, she probably would be furiously fingering herself by now.

She could feel it coming on strong. This one was going to be intense. She could only hope the director was keeping a close eye on her.

The strain in her lungs intensified. Judy began to struggle. Damn; was she at three minutes yet?

How soon before she would be allowed back up? How long would the director push her limits? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Up at the surface, Maria rubbed herself under her bottoms again. It was arousing as hell! She had a hand on the wheel, ready to spin Judy back to the surface. But she just couldn’t resist keeping her down a few seconds longer… and a few more after that… and then a few more…

Judy’s eyes opened wide. Her chest heaved as her breasts wobbled from each convulsion. The strain in her lungs was incredible!

How long was the director going to keep her down? She wasn’t going to drown her, was she? What if she’d fallen into a sadistic trap?? The thought was so exciting that it added to the arousal she was experiencing.

She abruptly shuddered in orgasm as her lungs opened up. Her breath spewed away, frothing to the surface. A moment later she felt the wheel swing her around until her head emerged up out of the water.

She turned to look at the director while coughing and panting like crazy. Maria was all smiles. “Enjoy yourself, sweetie?”

“Not as much… as I think you enjoyed… watching me,” Judy gasped.

“You got your reward out of it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did,” Apnea Girl admitted. “That one was pretty intense.”

“Not as intense as the next one will be, I’ll bet.”

“Next one?”

“Third time’s a charm, right?”

Judy felt an erotic jolt as she asked, “You’re not going to drown me, are you?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“The way I see it, you’re in no position to make any demands on the director of this fine academy; am I right? If you didn’t want to risk drowning, you shouldn’t have gotten into the water with me in the first place.”

“Um… then maybe two rounds are enough to satisfy me.”

“But what about me, sweetie? You’ve got to satisfy the director or the session with the wheel’s a failure. Ready for some lung-bustin’ fun?”

Judy looked into Maria’s eyes and gasped in alarm. She wasn’t sure she was comfortable with what she saw there. That’s when the director told her, “Let’s see how long you can ride the wheel this time, sweetie.”

Judy thought about putting up a protest. But what good would it do? That’s when she inhaled deeply.

“Prepare for a long one, sweetie.” Then Maria spun her until she was standing on her head again. Bubbles trickled out of her nose.

Judy closed her eyes and settled in. She told herself she could do this. She could handle anything the director threw at her.

But what if Maria liked drowning her students? She wouldn’t do that to her, would she? Judy suspected she would soon find out, one way or the other.

Up at the surface, Maria went back to rubbing herself under her bikini bottoms. She believed Judy Spencer was capable of pushing herself under the right circumstances. And those circumstances were certainly about to present themselves.

Apnea Girl blew right through one minute without the slightest hesitation. She calmly went right past two without even working up a sweat. By two-thirty, she was still doing fine, although she was starting to feel it in her chest. It was only a little after three minutes that her lungs began to complain.

She glanced up toward the surface. Maria didn’t even have a hand on the wheel. Instead, she was masturbating openly as she watched her like a hawk.

Being observed like that was a real turn-on. But her lungs were burning now. She could feel an orgasm coming on strong.

Her breasts wobbled as her chest began to heave. The director kept staring down at her while rubbing and fingering herself. Maria didn’t look like she was the least bit interested in getting ready to swing her around and back to the surface.

What if she really was going to let her drown?? What if the director enjoyed watching her students flood their lungs? What if she’d been lured into a trap??

Up at the surface, Maria was going crazy at the sight of her “student” struggling to hold her breath. She rubbed herself harder as she mentally urged Judy to put on a great show for her… ‘Just a little longer, sweetie… you’re lookin’ good… (oh gawd; she looks so hot down there)… You’re doing great… just a few seconds more… (so hot-so hot… oh-oh; just look at her)… just another couple of seconds, sweetie… (yeah; gawd yeah!)’

Judy’s lungs were on fire. She didn’t think she could hold out any longer. But she had no choice.

Her chest heaved ominously as bubbles started trickling out of her nose. Her pussy was on fire. She could feel it swelling within her, but now she was concerned she might drown in the midst of the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced…

‘No – no – fuck no – oh gawd; here it cums… is she watching… oh gawd – oh gawd – oh FUUUUUUUCK!’

Judy’s breath spewed out of her mouth as she shuddered hard. She humped like crazy as a massive orgasm enveloped her. It was more intense than any she’d ever experienced before.

Up at the surface, Maria cried out from an orgasm of her own… “Oh, yes… Gawd, yes… I just love to watch them bubble… I’M CUMMMINNNGGGG!”

It felt as though she was never going to stop cumming. Her lungs heaved painfully in her chest. Judy was still upside down; Maria had not spun her back up yet.

Then the bubbles stopped. Her lungs were empty. Gawd; that bitch really was going to drown her! And with that, she inadvertently swallowed a little water before she started to pass out.

Up at the surface, Maria cruelly waited until the very last bubble slipped past Judy’s lips. Then she grabbed the wheel and spun it around. Judy’s head came up, only for it to lifelessly hang forward.

Maria anxiously jumped into the water. Then she started slapping Judy’s face. “C’mon, honey; breathe for me! I’m not ready for you to drown just yet.”

For a moment, there was no response. Then Judy coughed up moisture before lifting her head up. She gasped and wheezed like crazy, amazed she hadn’t swallowed more water than that.

“You ok, honey?”

“You crazy bitch!” Judy sputtered. “You nearly drowned me!” She coughed a couple more times until she was left panting heavily for breath.

“Now for the $64 dollar question,” Maria told her. “Did you cum down there?”

Judy wanted to glare daggers at her. But she just couldn’t make herself do it. Besides, her body was thrumming with aftershocks.

“That last one was really intense,” she admitted.

Maria smiled at her. “I’m not surprised. I told you we use the wheel to teach trust and endurance. Maybe I should have told you our first lesson here at the academy is: never trust your lover if she’s got you underwater.”

“That certainly would have been good to know before you put me on this wheel.”

“Why do you think I didn’t say anything? Besides, as far as your endurance goes? You managed a healthy four-thirty before you lost it. So I’d say you learned your lessons well. Now let’s get you off this thing, shall we?”

Judy was not angry, now that her heartrate had returned to normal. She told the director, “Since I met you, I’ve had several orgasms. And I’ve increased my breath-hold ability by fifty percent. Hard to argue with results like that.”

“Good,” Maria replied as she reached out to caress a tempting breast hanging within reach.

“I do have one more question though,” Judy added. “Just who wrote your training manual? Adolph Hitler?”

Maria laughed before she submerged to free Judy’s ankles. Then she came up to free the secured wrists. Judy Spencer was, once again, a “freed” woman.

Maria told her, “Hitler was a sissy in comparison to the people I trained with originally. They call themselves the ‘Sea Birds’. Their methods may seem a bit sadistic at times. But they sure get the job done. So did I get the job done with you?”

Before receiving an answer, Maria embraced her companion, seductively lifting a knee into Apnea Girl’s crotch. Judy smiled as she replied, “I have no complaints.”

Maria laughed, wondering how much longer she would be allowed to entertain this enticing young woman before Judy Spencer would have to be moving along.

2022 (written Mar 26 ’22 by riwa)

(An adaptation, and Inspired by, JustPaul’s comic. Renders courtesy of JustPaul.)

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DLW and daughter at the Snuff Club 4.5 (66)

Posted on June 10, 2023 by riwa

I’m one of those, what you would call, a DLW. You might think that means I’m a dirty little whore. That’s not the case, although that may not be that far off. I see myself more as a double-life woman.

My husband is a good provider. But something has been missing from our sex life for quite a while. It’s still good, but it’s not quite enough for me.

Originally, I worked at a casino before I met Bob. I met the occasional customer who got me wet enough for us to go somewhere private and get it on. I didn’t do it very often. But every once in a while I needed something more than just vanilla sex.

Bob let me continue working there after we were married. I thought he would be enough for me, and for a while I was happy. But eventually, I just had to scratch that itch.

When we had my daughter Darla, he wanted me to stay home and be a mother to her. I reluctantly agreed. Besides, I was determined to settle down and be a good wife and mother.

Thing is, Darla’s not my husband’s daughter. I had a slip-up at the casino, and I allowed a guy to fuck me raw. Concerned I could get pregnant, I went home and ravaged my husband.

When she was born, I could tell she wasn’t Bob’s. There were subtle differences in her features. But we raised her as though she was. That’s one of many little secrets I’ve tried to keep all these years.

When Darla was seventeen, I got restless again. With Bob’s permission, I went back to work. Only this time, the job I got was at the Snuff Club.

I work there as an attendant. As far as Bob knows, I’m a card dealer, and sometimes I serve as a cocktail waitress. But you know how the Club is. Occasionally I get called upon to “service” a client, if you know what I mean.

You might think there’s some danger in that, considering where I work. Normally, you’d be right. It’s true there are inherent risks.

However, my looks have faded a little. And I’ve passed 40, meaning I’m not nearly as fertile as I used to be. Besides, the Club has told me on several occasions how much they like me and are trying to look out for me.

The younger attendants usually get way more attention than I draw. I can sometimes go a whole night without getting a single compliment, although I do receive “thank yous” for the drinks I serve. But I happily do my job, especially with the perks involved.

Anyway, my daughter is attending college now. She even has a boyfriend. He’s a nice guy named Ned, and he loves her dearly.

A while ago, Darla confessed to me that she was cheating on him. She told me their sex was just a little too vanilla for her tastes. She liked the way he provided for her. But there were too many times when he just didn’t make her all that wet down below.

What could I say? She knew I worked at the Snuff Club, and that I was occasionally doing the exact same thing to Bob. But she kept my secret, so I kept hers. Like mother, like daughter I suppose.

On this night, I was working my usual shift at the Club. I’m not always unfaithful to Bob on the nights I’m there. But sometimes I get called upon to, well… you know. My position means I have to respond to any request that’s made of me, even if there might be some risks involved.

I was summoned to take a tray of drinks to a snuff sex room. To be honest, I enjoy taking drinks to those rooms. After all, you never know what you’re going to see in one. The eye candy can be rather erotic at times.

I’ve certainly witnessed my share of executions. I like to call them snuffs, especially since the girls’ lives are so cruelly snuffed out. Most of the time, they’re executed without any clothes on. I must confess to becoming shamefully turned on whenever I get to watch one die up on stage or in one of those private snuff rooms.

On nights with executions, I usually find myself becoming extremely aroused… especially when I fantasize it could be me up there. Sometimes it gets so bad that I can hardly stand it. I usually have to get laid as soon as possible, either right there with a customer in a sex room, or back home with Bob.

Anyway, I took a tray of drinks and opened the door to this snuff sex room, only to find a trio of handsomely dressed men sitting around. There was nobody else inside. In fact, it looked as though it hadn’t even been used yet.

I made sure each client received a drink. I thought one guy looked vaguely familiar. I was trying to remember whether or not he had been involved with a snuff recently. But I couldn’t quite place him.

After I served them, they all remarked how fuckable I looked. I told them I was flattered, and I thanked them all for the praise they’d sent my way. When you’re past 40 and your looks are starting to fade, you take any compliments you can get.

Anyway, that familiar-looking guy turned on the video monitor. I guess he wanted to see if anything exciting was going on, either out onstage or in any of the other sex rooms. I didn’t think there was any at the time, but I didn’t say anything.

A room suddenly came into view. I saw three young men and one young woman. For the moment, all of them were still dressed. Right away, I noticed they were all inside another snuff sex room.

They looked to be of college age, although the guys could have been a few years older. It looked as though they were just about to start something. It made me wet just to think that an attractive young woman like her was about to find herself in the middle of a hot and sexy gangbang, one with inherent risks inside that particular room.

I didn’t think it was my place to stay and watch. Besides, I knew I could find another monitor out on the main floor if I wasn’t busy. That way, I could check in throughout the night if I wanted to, just to see how things were progressing in there.

The thought they might snuff her before the night was over gave me a bit of a thrill. The Club hadn’t had any executions during the past few nights. It was certainly the type of activity that always gave the Snuff Club a big PR boost whenever a women died on the premises.

The girl acted like she was really eager to be used by all three of them. I found myself becoming more than a little aroused at her situation. But by then, it was time for me to leave and get back to work.

She suddenly turned around, giving me a good look at her face. That’s when I stared in complete and utter shock. You could have knocked me over with a feather, especially considering the girl they had with them just happened to be my daughter…

“Darla?” I gasped in astonishment as my hand came up to my mouth in surprise.

The vaguely familiar-looking guy (who’d told me his name was Chuck, which still didn’t help in placing him) looked at me in confusion. He pointed at the screen before asking, “Do you know that girl? Does she work here too? She’s not wearing an attendant’s uniform.”

I probably shouldn’t have said anything. But I was so flabbergasted that I couldn’t help stammering, “That’s… that’s my daughter!”

“You don’t say!” That piece of information seemed to greatly amuse Chuck and the others.

I was stunned. Darla hadn’t told me she’d been coming to the Club lately. After all, I’d never seen her in the building. Maybe this was her first time. Or maybe she’d been coming during my days off.

We could actually hear them talking to each other on the monitor in that other room. A tall, athletic guy with lots of confidence asked her, “Where would you rather be right now? Naked in bed with your boyfriend? Or right here with us, about to get the fucking of your life?”

I saw Darla wrap her arms around his neck as she replied, “You know I want to be right here with you, Chad!” And with that she dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection.

It looked quite impressive as it started to harden. I was shocked as hell. I was also shamefully aroused.

The guys in my room all thought that was hot as hell. One of them murmured, “Like mother; like daughter, eh?” My face went crimson as my arousal factor ratcheted up another notch.

At that moment, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in the same room with a trio of horny gentlemen long enough to watch my daughter getting gangbanged. A part of me felt sorry for her boyfriend Ned. But another part didn’t. After all, I knew exactly how she felt, as I’d cheated on Bob many times before while using that very same excuse: having such a boring sex life at home.

“That’s a good idea!” Chuck announced as he came over and stood in front of me.

“What’s a good idea?” I replied in confusion.

He motioned at the screen. Then he pointed at the floor. “Why don’t you get on your knees and get to it, honey?”

“Wh-what? Get to what?” Then it dawned on me. That’s when I gasped, “Who; me??”

“C’mon, baby. Get on your knees like a good whore. Like mother, like daughter; remember?”

I looked in alarm at the other two guys. They both had lustful looks in their eyes. I suddenly got the shivers something fierce.

What else could I do? He’d made a reasonable Club request. I had no choice but to honor it or risk getting fired. It didn’t matter one iota if my daughter was having sex in another room, even if I could see everything that was going on in there!

I knelt and opened his fly before taking out his dick. Then I dutifully started sucking his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my daughter devouring Chad’s man-meat.

I found myself becoming more aroused by the minute. This was crazy! Surely her video was going out to the entire Club. Hell, I suspected mine was too!

What if my husband was watching a live feed? What if Ned was watching his girlfriend on the website’s webcam? My only consolation was the fact it was highly unlikely, being as hot those two didn’t seem the least bit interested in anything going on at the Snuff Club.

On the screen, the other two guys pulled down their pants as they stood on either side of Darla. My daughter quickly grabbed their dicks and started stroking them. Chad stood between them, his cock filling her mouth.

The guys in my room got the bright idea to mimic everything going on in my daughter’s room. They pulled down their pants and stepped right up to me while flanking Chuck. What else could I do? I couldn’t very well say no; could I??

I watched the monitor as Darla hungrily sucked one cock while stroking two more. Then she began alternating between cocks. It was shamefully arousing.

I was “forced” to suck everybody. It was humiliating as hell sucking all three cocks while watching my daughter do the very same thing. But it was also unbelievably arousing.

The guys in my room made sure I ended up with a decent view of what was going on in that other room up on the monitor. I guess they loved the idea of me watching my daughter while I was receiving the exact same treatment she was getting. Whenever she shifted to another cock, the guys in my room made me work on another dick as well.

The guys in Darla’s room eventually stripped her naked. The men in mine did the same to me. It wasn’t long before everyone was totally nude in both rooms.

Those guys took turns deep-throating my baby girl. The smallest cock looked to be about 7 inches or so. The guys in my room all had cocks that were similar in size.

Chad brutally skull-fucked my only daughter. I could hear her grunts and moans coming from the monitor. Clearly, she was enjoying herself.

Chuck gave me a similar face-fucking. I grunted and groaned as well. Besides, I was much too horny to be able to keep myself quiet.

Darla got a brutal face-fucking from each one. I was treated the exact same way. It was as though they were determined to make sure I received the very same treatment they saw my daughter receiving.

At that moment, I experienced a perverse kinship with my cheating little girl. We were both getting exactly what we wanted and deserved. Like mother; like daughter: sluts to the core.

At one point, I thought about her boyfriend. Then I thought about my loyal husband. That’s when I felt a brief twinge of regret.

A part of me wished I wouldn’t have opened my mouth and blurted out that we were related. They might have left me alone, only to summon a more attractive attendant to take my place. I might have felt a twinge of jealousy, but I probably would not have minded, all things considered.

On the other hand, I was being allowed to watch my daughter take part in what I suspected was going to be a glorious gangbang. And I was pretty sure I was about to get the very same treatment. My arousal levels were clear off the charts.

They finally put Darla on her hands and knees. She sucked cock while Chad brutally fucked her cunt from behind. She screamed out for him to fuck her hard as she sucked on the two cocks in front of her, both of them pushing together into her mouth and stretching her lips apart.

The guys in my room did the same damn thing to me. Chuck fucked me from behind as I slobbered on the other two cocks right in front of me. I felt ashamed and humiliated, watching my daughter on her knees while I was in the very same position. Gawd; it was glorious!

Darla really got it good. Chad hammered her cunt as he asked her who was better at fucking her: him or her boyfriend. “You are, baby!” she cried out lustfully. “Fuck my filthy cunt!”

“Just like your mother,” he laughed as he rammed his cock home. “You know she works here, don’t you? I’ve seen her here a time or two.”

“I know,” Darla panted, struggling to talk as she was getting plowed from behind. “She tells me she loves dad. But she says he can’t always satisfy her sexually, not during those special moments when she really wants it rough.”

The guys in my room laughed at the revelation. I blushed at her having revealed such an intimate detail of my love-life. That was a special secret that should have been kept private between mother and daughter.

Chuck told me they were going to make sure I didn’t think of my husband even once throughout the night. He told me to watch my daughter get the fucking of her life. Then he warned me I was going to receive the very same treatment.

Darla had a cock in her hand, one in her mouth, and one in her cunt when she screamed her first orgasm. I was being fucked in the exact same way. When she climaxed, Chuck fucked a massive orgasm right out of me at about the same time. I shamefully let out a muffled cry over how good it felt.

One of the other guys stepped behind my daughter, taking Chad’s place. Then he started fucking her hard. Darla cried out, “My ass – my ass; ohmygawd; I’m gonna cum again!”

I got my ass fucked too. I slobbered on the two dicks in front of me the way Darla was doing in her room. When she screamed again in orgasm, I could not hold back, crying out my own release as well.

It suddenly dawned on me they were not using condoms in Darla’s room. They certainly weren’t using them in my room either. I felt like I was a little more protected, considering how old I was. But still…

What if both our sensors popped? What if they had to hang us side by side? The thought was so damned arousing that I orgasmed all over again.

One guy ended up sitting on the end of the bed. Darla sat in his lap with her back to him, riding the cock up her ass as she jerked the other dicks on either side of her with her hands. I got a shamefully revealing view of that cock penetrating my daughter’s butt.

The guys in my room decided to make me do the exact same thing. I sat on the edge of the bed with my ass impaled, dicks in my hands as I watched my daughter. It was shamefully erotic.

The guy underneath her stretched out backward onto the bed. She turned around and rode him cowgirl, his cock now in her pussy. Chad pushed his cock up her ass, the two of them double-teaming her.

She screamed, “Fuck me – fuck me – FUCK ME!” as she went crazy. That third cock moved to the front of the bed. It filled her mouth, preventing her from saying much more as all three holes were filled at the same time.

I was fucked the exact same way, only my clients made sure I had a good view of the monitor. Chuck made me beg the guys to fuck me in that very same level of excitement as my daughter was verbalizing. I had just begged for it when he rammed his dick down my throat.

I had a shamefully erotic view of my daughter getting triple-teamed. I was getting it the very same way. It was so surreal, mother and daughter getting brutally pounded in the Snuff Club like a couple of horny sluts.

That thought suddenly sobered me back up real quick. Once again, I realized there were still no condoms in use. What if our sensors popped? What if we were never to leave the club alive?

I always knew that was a distinct possibility anytime I was in the building working my shift. Was that why I enjoyed working here so much? Did I have a secret death wish? Did I feel like I deserved to be snuffed for cheating on my husband so many times?

Most of the time, I’m able to avoid situations that might get me into trouble. And yet there I was, being fucked by a trio without any condoms at all. What’s more, my daughter was in the very same situation!

Darla screamed into the cock in her mouth, the result of experiencing yet another orgasm. It was so damned arousing that I came right along with her. It was so shamefully exciting that I didn’t even consider how morally wrong it was to be all caught up in the pleasures we were currently experiencing with men we were not even remotely attached to.

Chad left Darla and retrieved her nylons. Then he wrapped them around her throat. He told her, “Now I’m gonna snuff you like the deserving bitch you are!”

I felt an erotic jolt of alarm as I thought, “Gawd, no; not my daughter??” But I was quickly overcome by a perverse thrill. Were they really going to snuff Darla?

I found myself overflowing with shame and excitement. Was it possible I could climax watching them snuff my very own daughter? What the hell was wrong with me??

Chuck pulled out of my mouth and retrieved my nylons. He brought them over and wrapped them around my neck as the other two kept hammering my cunt and ass. Then he declared, “Like mother; like daughter, eh? I think maybe I’m going to snuff you too, bitch.”

I cried out, “Gawd; no!” Then he pulled hard. My face went red as he strangled me.

On the monitor, I saw Darla’s face turn red as well. Her body began to convulse as Chad brutally strangled her. I heard him call out, “Should I snuff her, guys?” and the two replied, “Hell, yeah; snuff the cunt!”

My daughter went wild once she could no longer get any air down her throat. Chuck breathed into my ear, “You want to watch her snuff it? Watch them snuff your daughter, bitch!”

I tried to shake my head. Tears filled my eyes as he pulled harder on the nylons around my throat. But my tears weren’t for the fact I was about to lose my only daughter. Deep down, I was inwardly urging them to snuff my little girl… and I was so ashamed.

My mind was a blur; I couldn’t think clearly. And when I could formulate any decent thought at all, it was only to mentally urge them to kill my daughter right before my very eyes… ‘Oh, honey! Snuff it for your horny mother! I’m going to cum so fucking hard as I watch you die! Die for your slut mother, honey!’

I didn’t think about Ned or Bob, or even my job at the Club. I could only think of them strangling my daughter to death with cocks up her cunt and ass. I was just as strangled, but I was hardly aware of it.

Darla shuddered before she suddenly went limp. My mind cried out, “He snuffed her! He actually snuffed my baby girl! That was so fucking hot!!” Then I came like never before.

I soon reached the point where I couldn’t breathe anymore. My eyeballs felt like they were going to burst out of their sockets. Then I started to cum again.

Chuck’s voice whispered sinisterly into my ear, “Now you’re going to be snuffed, right along with your dead daughter. Enjoy the ride, bitch!”

Call it justice or call it karma. Call it whatever the hell you want. I just knew we both deserved it. Hell, I almost think I welcomed it!

There was no thought as to who would tell her boyfriend or my husband. There was only breathless agony as I paid the ultimate price for my sins. Then I was shuddering and convulsing, cumming and cumming until the orgasm I was experiencing battered me into merciful oblivion.

2022 (written for bedeyes Jun 19 ’22 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 9 4.4 (20)

Posted on June 5, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 9 – Running low on air

I fin toward her like mad, my heart in my throat. I watch in horror as her body comes to rest on the seabed. I’m at her side with two powerful kicks.

My arms outstretch as I prepare to scoop her up and make a mad dash for the surface. Then she scares the hell out of me by reaching up and snatching the hose to the octopus. She corrals the reg before stuffing it into her mouth.

I have to struggle like mad to calm the wild beating of my heart. She just looks at me with this big, stupid grin on her face. I’m relieved to see her hungrily suck air into her lungs.

I want to scream, “DAMN YOU; YOU’RE WORSE THAN THE OTHER TWO!” I start mentally spewing obscenities at her. Then I wave my finger at her, trying to indicate just how wicked she’s just been.

She pays no attention as she attacks me like some sex-starved nympho. The next thing I know, she’s groping me like crazy. In seconds she has my bikini top off.

She removes her reg and starts in on me with those lips and that tongue of hers. My mood changes in an instant. This was not something I was expecting when I saw her drifting just off the ocean floor…

NO, DAMN YOU! YOU SCARED… oh, shit… NO – I’M SERIOUS NOW! YOU REALLY… ohgawd, don’t suck on my tits like that! NO, I MEAN IT NOW! YOU CAN’T JUST… oh fuck – don’t do that, I’m trying to be mad here… NO – I’M REALLY PISSED NOW… ohgawd, stop rubbing me there… YOU CAN’T SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF ME AND EXPECT TO… ohgawd – don’t take my bottoms off??!!…. FUCK-FUCK-FUCK…

I try to be angry with her. She just sucks on my hardened nipples as she fingers my snatch. My anger melts away like the residue from a sudden snowstorm in Phoenix in mid-July.

My breath escapes in heavy exhalation bubbles as I tremble like mad. A moment later I simply give up. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t stay mad at her.

Damnit! She’s every bit as bad as our two mischief-makers. To make matters worse, she’s got my pussy tingling like mad.

I close my eyes and moan as her mouth sucks on one of my tits. My body spasms as she finger-fucks my pussy. I thrust against her, enjoying every minute of it.

My anger has totally evaporated. Then I open my eyes and see…

Oh, shit…

They charge toward us, their legs propelling them with hard, smooth strokes. My bubbly cry of alarm is much too late. My dive partner has her back to them and never sees them.

They’re on us in an instant, tearing us away from each other. My scuba buddy cries out in alarm as she’s jerked away from me. The reg pops out of her grasp…

Shit; we’ve been ambushed…

Andria’s partner in crime wraps herself around me. She struggles with me as she rips the reg out of my mouth. Off to my left, Andria takes on my dive buddy.

The scuba tank for the two troublemakers is now on her back. It gives her the upper hand as the two of them start an underwater wrestling match, grappling for position. Bubbles spew everywhere.

My face is suddenly crammed into the fabric covering my assailant’s crotch. A set of thighs lock my head in place. I squirm and struggle but it’s no use. Her muscles are well developed. She’s got me in a stranglehold.

I burble as I try to twist myself out of her grasp. She just hangs on tighter, forcing me to taste her pussy juice as it coats and seeps through the fabric of her bottoms. Shit – shit – SHIT!

My lungs begin to burn. Soon they are heaving as they clamor for air. But my attacker has no sympathy for me.

She holds on tighter as the fire gets worse in my chest. It isn’t long until the air spews out of my mouth up against her pussy. She aggressively humps my face.

I find myself tonguing her while at the same trying to pry her off my head. With a whoosh, most of my air is gone. I find myself spasming painfully.

My attacker opens her legs, momentarily freeing me. A reg appears in her outstretched hand. I eagerly snatch it up before cramming it into my mouth.

I’m too busy gasping for breath to stop her as she spins me around. She wraps her legs around me, riding me from behind. A moment later she rips the reg out of my mouth.

I feel it press against my naked pussy. Then she purges it. I feel a shock of bubbles spew against my sensitive nub.

I cry out with a burble, not having gotten nearly enough air into my lungs. My pussy throbs, building up to detonation. I feel her fumbling briefly for something attached to her own body. Then we’re struggling again before she twists me around and forces me back down between her legs.

Once more my face is crammed against her pussy. This time the fabric is gone. She must have pealed her bottoms off.

I don’t have time to think about it. Instinctively I plunge my tongue into her snatch as she locks my head in place. She tastes pretty damned good! If only it wasn’t for the fact my lungs are starting to heave again.

I’m wearing the damn tank on my back. But I can’t seem to reach either of the two regs attached to it. Is it time to cry ‘uncle’?

…ALL RIGHT – ALL RIGHT! I’M SORRY WE WERE SO HARD ON YOU TWO BACK AT THE STERN! NOW LET ME GET A DECENT BREATH OF AIR, DAMN YOU! PLEASE??? OH, FUCK.!

She humps my face with glee as my lungs spasm in my chest. Air spews out of my mouth. My rush of bubbles burst into her pussy.

She releases me from between her legs again. The reg suddenly appears in her outstretched hand. I frantically snatch it out of her grasp.

I slam it home between my lips. Then I suck on it like crazy. I’m weak and dizzy, desperate to refill my aching lungs and catch my breath.

The bitch rips it out of my mouth again. SHIT! I grapple weakly with her, but it’s no use.

Not being allowed to replenish my starving lungs has left me depleted of energy. She easily forces me back down between her thighs again. This time she pushes me into more of a 69 position, forcing my body around until I’m between her legs from the opposite direction.

I feel her hands on my ass as her thighs lock my head into position. Then I feel her jam the reg against my pussy. The ensuing purge of air causes me to scream into her snatch.

It’s exquisitely painful. I shudder hard as an orgasm tears through my body. Then I suddenly find myself floating free as my assailant flees.

Both regulators swing freely. I manage to corral mine and cram it between my lips. My pussy throbs like mad.

I turn to look, only to see Andria and my Asian tormentor finning away from us at a rapid rate. My companion/dive buddy looks dazed and shattered.

She comes toward me, reaching out to weakly grab the reg to the octopus. She shoves it into her mouth and breathes heavily. For a few moments all that can be heard is the sound of the two of us trying to get our breath back.

Damned hit-and-run divers! They’re REALLY gonna get it this time!

We watch them fin back to the wreck. Then they disappear out of sight. I shake my head, wondering how we can possibly get back at them.

It occurs to me how badly they’ve just devastated us. Perhaps we should quit while we’re ahead? When I think about it, I’m not sure if we can actually call ourselves “ahead”.

I’m brought back to the here and now as my sexy Asian dive buddy begins caressing my boobs again. Her fingers are all over my hardening nipples. I inhale sharply, moaning as I turn toward her…

Now just a DAMN MINUTE! I’m still kinda mad at you! Haven’t you had enough – ohgawd, don’t do that… mmmmmm… oh, fuck – that’s not fair! Remember, you scared me half to-OOHHHHH! DAMN YOU – oh, fuck-it – I give up!

Her hand snakes down and starts probing my aching pussy. I pull the reg out of my mouth and start sucking on those gorgeous nipples of hers. We spend the next several minutes fondling, licking and sucking each other.

At one point I shed the scuba gear completely. I leave it sitting on the sea floor as we play with each other right while drifting close by to our air supply. Part of our time together is spent off the scuba tank.

We take turns eating each other out. The other part is spent using the regs to purge each other. We cannot resist blowing erotic bursts of air all over each other’s naked body.

At one point we fill our lungs for a long breath-hold. Then we 69 in an unofficial contest. I think we want to see who can make the other cum first and who can hold her breath the longest.

The eroticism of being at the bottom of the ocean with the looming reef overwhelms us. The wreck nearby and the company of a sexy companion is more than either one of us can stand. It isn’t long until we’re both crying out, spasming and shuddering like crazy as we blow away our breath into each other’s pussies.

We’re finally forced to separate so we can hastily snatch up a nearby reg to refill our aching lungs. We bask in the afterglow from a couple of wonderful orgasms. Our hands idly caress each other.

At that moment I hear something unusual. It’s a faint, somewhat muffled sound. It strikes me as metal grinding against metal.

I look over toward the wreck. Nothing seems out of place. That’s when I notice a minor disturbance of soil around the base of the vessel. It’s as though a part of the sea floor has somehow been disturbed.

Is the wreck settling? Seems pretty stable to me. What do I know about sunken wrecks? I find myself wondering if they get earthquakes in this part of the country.

I turn to point it out to my companion. But she has the gauge to the scuba tank in her hand. She sees me looking at her and shows it to me.

I can tell at a glance there isn’t much air left. It’s time to gather up our friends and head on up to the surface. We don’t have much time left.

The disturbance in the soil and the strange sound are forgotten as she points to the wreck. I can tell she’s indicating we should go find those other two and make sure they’re ok. I nod my head in agreement. If our tank is low, theirs is probably low too.

She slips the gear back over her shoulders. I gather up our bikini pieces. Together we take turns putting each other’s garments back on instead of our own.

We spend a little extra time caressing and touching each other. Once more, she starts to get me all hot and bothered. But there really isn’t time for this now. We need to go collect those two mischief-makers and head back up.

Glancing upward I see both boats now appear to be tethered to each other. Were our two Asian friends brought out here by someone else? Maybe several someone elses?

Are they together with Jake right now? Are they passing along their introductions to each other? I smile inwardly at the way the four of us “passed along our introductions to each other” down here…

Damn – my pussy is tingling again…

We start finning our way back up to the deck of the wreck, once more moving together hand in hand. The sediment doesn’t seem to be stirred up as much now. For a moment I find myself wondering if I imagined it in my orgasm-wracked semi-consciousness.

A glance at the reef reveals nothing out of the ordinary. The wreck itself seems intact. My thoughts turn toward Andria and her companion, and I cast it out of my mind.

A quick inspection shows they’re not in the pilothouse. We decide to take the stairwell, suspecting they might be camped out in one of the rooms below. No doubt they’re fucking each other’s brains out.

We fin ourselves down the stairwell and check the forward rooms. But the rooms are empty. Perhaps they’re in one of the holds, or maybe a room toward the stern.

Hand in hand we fin ourselves over to the corridor. Then we start down the passageway. I love being in the presence of my new Asian friend, but a sadness envelops me at the thought it may be coming to an end.

I don’t know why, but something feels different. I suddenly find myself feeling a little on edge despite the company I’m keeping. Something doesn’t feel right, although I’ll be damned if I can figure out what it is.

Is it our dwindling air supply? Is it the knowledge our time together will soon be over? Or is it something else?

I peer intently down the corridor. Is it me, or has the wreck taken a bit more of a list to starboard? I decide I must be imagining things.

I turn toward my companion to get some sort of reassurance. But I notice she seems a little tense as well. She furtively looks around more than usual, as though she’s unsettled about something.

She turns and looks at me. We pause as we stare at each other for a long moment. That’s when we realize the other one feels it too.

All of the sudden it feels ominous in here. In fact, it feels downright spooky. It wasn’t like this before. I find myself hoping we find those two quick so we can get the hell out of here.

Halfway down the corridor we come across Andria’s bikini top. It’s lying all by itself in the middle of the floor. It’s near the doorway to the first cargo hold.

The metal door’s ajar. Are they inside? Then I become suspicious.

I remember what they did to us a few minutes ago. I pick up the discarded garment and roll my eyes. Knowing Andria’s being mischievous again makes me feel a little better. Maybe that explains it.

Did those two leave a trail of bikini pieces as they made out with each other? Somehow it makes my world feel right again. It certainly feels a little bit over-sexed down here.

I figure we’ll find the two of them if we just follow the trail of discarded garments. But we’d better not tarry too long. I tuck her top under my weight belt, figuring she’ll need it before we reach the surface.

Are those two imps inside the hold? We push against the partly opened door to check inside. But this time the door won’t even budge.

That damned spooky feeling returns in a rush. That’s odd, I wonder uneasily. We easily got it open once before. At least I THOUGHT we did.

I pause to think about it. Did those two jam the door to throw us off or play another prank? But what if they didn’t?

I inhale deeply as I give my companion a shrug of the shoulders. Then I motion with my head down the corridor. If we can’t get it open I guess they can’t be inside. So we should keep on going.

She nods in agreement. But now she looks really concerned.

The desire to track them down and get us all back to the surface takes on a new urgency. We move on down the passageway. Then we reach the second hold.

The door is closed. We try it, but it won’t open either. It puts me even more on edge.

Instinctively I feel for Andria’s bikini top tucked under my weight belt. We need to move on and keep an eye out for more swimsuit pieces. That should indicate which direction they’ve gone.

It occurs to me they might be waiting in ambush somewhere. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling the way I am. I find myself hoping like hell they haven’t gotten so focused on surprising us again that they’ve forgotten to pay attention to their gauge.

They wouldn’t be that foolish, would they? That’s when my mind starts to run away with me. Scenario after scenario plays through my head…

What if they’re off by themselves, not paying any attention to the gauge? Are they hiding somewhere, waiting for us to find them so they can leap out at us? Perhaps they’re playing dead somewhere, unaware their tank is running dangerously low. Are they expecting us to come to the rescue in time?

I blink my eyes and shake my head. I tell myself there’s no use in worrying myself sick. Chances are, we’re going to come upon them any moment now.

Still, I find myself alert and on edge. I almost expect them to jump out at us from out of the shadows. But I’m still becoming more and more concerned.

We reach the end of the corridor and pause. My companion must be thinking the same thing. We both peer hesitantly around the corner, wondering if those two scamps are gonna ambush us again.

I instinctively brace for their assault. But nothing leaps out at us. What’s more, we don’t find any more articles of swimwear floating around. I find myself becoming more alarmed by the second.

A quick check in the stern reveals they’re not in any of those rooms either. One of the doors gives us problems as well as we try to force it open. There’s a faint sound of metal against metal as we strain against it.

I look at my companion who looks back at me with the same expression. I’m sure this door wasn’t like this before. Something is definitely down here!

I feel my heart quicken as I suck harder on the reg in my mouth. We both look at each other, concern etched in our faces. She’s just as anxious as I am.

I feel a sudden urge to check the gauge again. Grabbing it up, I hold it so I can see it by the light streaming down the open stairwell. Damn! It’s really getting low!

I force myself to try to remain calm. I breathe normally as my companion points up the stairwell. She’s indicating we should go up and check outside the wreck.

I nod in agreement. If they aren’t down here, they must be somewhere topside. Maybe they’re somewhere just off the sunken vessel.

Hell, maybe their tank got too low. It’s possible they headed up to the surface. Maybe they’re looking for us, and we’re unexpectedly playing a game of ‘hide-and-seek’ as we unknowingly search for each other around the wreck.

The situation feels downright eerie. I’m reminded our air is running low. I find myself instinctively trying to breathe shallow, hoping to conserve what little we have left.

I tell myself I’m not leaving without Andria. As far as I’m concerned, we’re not going anywhere until we’ve found those two. I can’t help feeling something has gone wrong down here.

There’s a sudden banging of metal against metal. It’s very distinct. It’s certainly not coming from the wreck simply settling into the soil.

My companion turns toward me, her eyes wide. I can tell she hears it too. It’s coming from somewhere inside the wreck.

What could it be? My mind tries to process what we’re hearing. It’s a disturbing sound.

My eyes open wide as the color drains from my face. What if the sound is a scuba tank being banged against a bulkhead! Gawd, my mind is starting to run away with me!

My blood runs cold as the two of us turn and look at each other, anxiety in our expressions. A moment later we start to fin in the general direction of the sound. It leads us back toward the corridor that runs the length of the wreck.

It gets louder when we enter the passageway. We anxiously fin ourselves back the way we’ve come. Then I look up ahead.

I swear I see something drifting in the water again. It’s slowly descending to the floor of the passageway. It looks like another bikini top, this one belonging to Andria’s Asian companion.

It floats just outside the partly open door. It’s the door to the hold we tried before. I swear that bikini piece wasn’t there when we came through earlier.

The banging suddenly stops. It sounds like it’s coming from somewhere inside one of the holds.

We frantically swim up to the drifting bikini top. My worried companion snatches it up as the two of us anxiously look all around. But there’s nothing else.

There’s no more banging. No more articles of clothing materialize. Once more we turn toward the hold with the door that’s barely open.

An arm comes out of nowhere. A hand slaps anxiously against the door. It scares the ever-lovin’ hell out of me! My companion sees it, nearly jumping out of her skin with a sharp cry.

We’re at the door in an instant, grabbing it and tugging on it as we cry out in an attempt to communicate. I’m certain the arm belongs to Andria. That’s when it occurs to me the two of them must be trapped inside.

That theory is confirmed a split-second later when another arm snakes its way out below the first one. It waves around as though trying to call attention to itself. It doesn’t belong to Andria.

My dive partner lashes out and grabs onto it. She frantically calls out through her reg to see if the two of them are ok. The hand gives a thumbs up as though her friend understands the question.

We both relax a little. At least they’re all right. The lower arm disappears inside the hold.

It returns a moment later with a regulator in her hand. She anxiously taps it against the door without purging it. The message could not be more clear…

2007; 2020 (written Sep 13 ’07; ed. Dec 13 ‘20 by riwa)

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Ziva and the shark 4.2 (214)

Posted on May 31, 2023 by riwa

Bonus story for the 31st. Enjoy.

It was a popular place for scuba divers. But Ziva liked to go down with just a dive mask and fins. And she usually went topless.

There were other boats at the surface when she went over the side. That probably meant there were divers in the water. Ziva didn’t mind. Besides, there was always the possibility of hooking up with someone before she headed back to the marina.

She made a couple practice dives to get acclimated with the water and the depth. On her third try, she made it all the way down to the superstructure of the sunken vessel. That’s when a scuba diver went by and stared at her, no doubt to confirm his eyes were not playing tricks on him and that the female freediver was indeed topless.

Ziva slowly finned her way back to the surface. Now her body was adjusting to her longer times underwater while holding her breath. Soon, she would be ready for some fun.

She surfaced and looked all around. She was still alone topside. But the other boats were still there. That meant she was liable to run into more scuba divers down below.

She took some deep breaths, preparing for a long, deep dive. Then she submerged. Ziva slowly finned her way downward, enjoying the sensation of seawater caressing her bare skin.

She headed down toward the entrance she always used whenever she wanted to make a trip inside. She caught sight of another diver as she approached the wreck. But it looked like that same diver, slowing down to gawk at her again. She mentally encouraged him to stick around long enough and he might see something really exciting.

Where was that entrance? Oh yeah; there it was. Ziva grabbed the railing to a stairwell before making her way inside.

She entered a large chamber, an area that had probably been used as a cargo hold. Yeah, this was about right. She was horny, and she wanted to get off. If that diver was smart, he would follow her in. That way, he would get lucky enough to see her enjoying herself.

She was doing well on the breath in her lungs. So Ziva rolled over onto her back and started caressing her mounds. One hand snaked down to touch herself underneath her thong.

The cargo hold was certainly big enough for her to enjoy herself. It was also big enough for that diver to come on in and take a closer look at her goodies. What she hadn’t counted on was that it was also big enough to house one of the many hungry menaces of the deep.

Ziva was particularly aroused imagining what that diver might do to her. Thus, she did not notice the presence of the shark. She was too busy holding her breath while furiously working her nub.

She began losing her breath as she writhed with pleasure. The depth was putting delicious pressure on all her lady parts. That’s when her visitor decided to come a little closer to check her out.

Ziva began to feel as though she was being watched. So she rolled around to have a look. But it wasn’t the scuba diver she’d been hoping for. Instead, it was a hungry male of another species.

Uh-oh. Ziva wasn’t prepared for such an encounter. In a rush to get into the water, she’d left her dive knife topside.

The shark moved in her direction. Ziva’s heart skipped a beat as she tried to fin backwards away from the creature. A kick with her fin caught him in the snout, sending him off in another direction.

Her lungs were burning. She had to get to the surface quickly. But what about that shark? She had to make sure she knew where he was at all times.

She began heading for her exit. But in her haste, she got turned around and couldn’t find it. That’s when she saw the shark coming back around to check her out again.

Once more, she began to fin backwards, keeping an anxious eye on the approaching creature. She hoped her flapping fins would wave him off toward another direction. But this time, he just kept coming toward her.

She didn’t have time for this. Her lungs were about empty. And she still had a long swim back to the surface!

Her heart skipped another beat as the creature came closer. She tried to wave him off as she kicked with her fins… “Shoo – shoo; I’m not good eatin’!” But the shark didn’t change course.

A fin got too close to his snout, and the shark instinctively bit down. Ziva’s flipper was instantly snagged by his teeth. That’s when he changed course and began dragging her farther down the hold.

Ziva nearly lost the last of her breath, and she almost panicked. At least the shark had not bitten into her flesh. But that could change at any moment.

She struggled with her fin in his mouth, trying to keep the rest of her body well away from those teeth. Her lungs were burning, her breath nearly gone. If she couldn’t disengage in the next few seconds, this wasn’t going to end very well!

She struggled to kick herself away from the shark. But his teeth remained clamped firmly onto her fin as he pulled her along. Her lungs heaved ominously in her chest.

Ziva grunted as she tried again to kick him away. But when he turned to avoid her other flapping fin, he simply ended up taking her along for the ride. Worse, he was taking her further into the depths of the hold, away from the only exit she was certain of.

She lost a few bubbles as her lungs heaved in her chest. Ziva caught sight of another doorway as the shark pulled her along. If she missed this one, she knew she would never get out of the hold alive.

With her lungs heaving in her chest, Ziva risked reaching down toward her dive fin, her hand dangerously close to those teeth. She frantically worked on getting her heel free of the footwear. She cried out as she pulled and pulled until her foot finally slipped free of her dive fin.

The shark went one way, while she turned and went in the opposite direction. Ziva frantically finned toward the open doorway she’d just passed. Her lungs were on fire, causing her to cover her mouth to keep the bubbles from escaping.

She strongly suspected the shark was still going to get his meal in the end. She was at the door, but her lungs were empty. She was trying hard not to panic, but she was almost certain she was not going to get to the surface in time.

She was becoming dizzy and disoriented. Her hand was still over her mouth. But she was spewing away the last of her breath as she emerged from the sunken vessel.

She swam right into a scuba diver. It startled them both, causing her to cry out. Her breath was gone.

She was so disoriented that it didn’t register it was the same diver she’d seen earlier. Her eyes were wide as her chest heaved. She was going to start drowning any second now.

He took in the situation and made a decision. She was just starting to claw instinctively for the surface when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her to him. She cried out in panic, her lungs heaving and screaming at her as she flailed with her arms.

He fished for his buddy regulator and forced it between her lips. Despite her disorientation, her mind registered what had just been put into her mouth. Somehow, Ziva managed to clear it before taking a deep breath.

She remained dizzy a few seconds longer until she got down a couple more breaths. Her dizziness passed as her head cleared from an infusion of compressed air. She settled down, breathing appreciatively from her benefactor’s scuba gear.

She finally signaled that she wanted to go topside. He pointed down at her foot and signaled back… “What happened to your fin?” She just pointed… “Topside, and I’ll tell you then.”

He nodded as she took another deep breath. She wanted to do this on her own. Then she gave him back the regulator.

They were on their way up, finning side by side, when a shark swam toward them. The diver stiffened protectively. Ziva noticed right away that it was the same damn shark. She could tell because he still had her fin in his mouth.

They both watched carefully as the shark approached. But seeing them together must have made him think twice. He turned and headed off in another direction before he’d gotten much closer.

Ziva and her lifesaving diver headed for the surface, Ziva slowly releasing the air in her lungs the entire time. The shark did not return. They finally popped up close to her boat where she gasped for breath.

They both pulled their dive masks up on top of their faces. He pulled his reg before asking, “Are you all right?” She just gasped and nodded.

He pointed downward before querying, “What was that all about?”

“I guess he wanted a taste of me,” she responded. “Thankfully, all he got was a little rubber for his efforts.” There was relief and gratitude in her voice.

He smiled as he helped her back onto her boat. She invited him to come aboard and join her. The thrill of such a close call had aroused her to the point that she was contemplating all the ways she could properly repay him for saving her life.

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Snuff Teri 5.0 (Ch 9 Shrink-wrap Teri) 4.2 (13)

Posted on May 30, 2023 by riwa

A few steps over, and the next Teri abruptly came into view. One moment, the space in front of us was antiseptic-white. The next, I caught sight of another one of my tour guide’s luckless twin sisters just off to our left. She was as naked as the last one, although there was no collar around her neck.

I found this setup interesting in its simplicity. Teri was literally floating 2 feet off the ground. She was in a vertical position, as though gravity had failed her. Her arms hung at her sides as her feet pointed downward.

A circular pad was up in the ceiling above her. There was another one beneath her feet. I was reminded of the circular transporter pads, and I assumed she was floating in some sort of makeshift anti-gravity position.

I had no idea what to make of the small, square metal table behind her. For the moment there was nothing on it. Then the young woman took note of our presence.

“Where am I?” she gasped anxiously as she looked all around.

“You’re in my private snuff chamber,” my escort replied.

The comment was obviously designed to terrify the poor thing. It had the desired effect. Her helpless twin’s brown eyes flew open in alarm as she started breathing heavily.

“What have you DONE to me? Why can’t I move my arms? Why do my legs feel so heavy? I can feel them, but I can’t move them!”

She glanced down. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment. Then she blurted out, “I’M FLOATING OFF THE FLOOR?!”

“Isn’t anti-gravity wonderful?” my Teri giggled at her helpless counterpart.

Panic immediately set in. She tried to wriggle and squirm. I saw her attempt to move around. But her legs hardly moved.

Her arms remained at her sides. I saw a faint stirring of her hands, but nothing more. She whimpered anxiously, no doubt wondering what the hell was going on. I was wondering the same thing.

Her nipples protruded sharply out of her breasts. Her situation obviously scared the shit out of her. But it also seemed to be triggering a fearful arousal within her.

I thought I saw her slit glistening with moisture. She whimpered pitifully. Once more she tried to wriggle around. But it was all in vain.

Her situation had me curious as hell. So I turned toward ‘Microkini Teri’. “Ok; I’ll bite. Just what the hell do you intend to do with this one?”

“Do to me??” the floating twin gasped in alarm. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“I have no intention of hurting you,” my escort replied with a dangerous smile. “Well… not really, I suppose.”

Her eyes flashed maliciously as she turned to address me. “I gave her a muscle relaxant so she won’t be putting up much of a struggle. I was simply planning on giving this one to you as a present, Master.”

Present? She was keeping me in the dark about something. But I could tell she was enjoying the current situation.

“Present??” her dangling replica gasped in alarm. “Present for WHAT?”

“To allow him to do anything he wants with you.” My Teri said casually… as though that was explanation enough.

“You can’t do that!” the poor thing blurted out in horror. “Get me down from here!”

“Not until I’ve wrapped you first.”

I looked at my Teri in surprise. What the hell did she mean by ‘not until she’d wrapped her first??’ That sounded deliciously ominous.

“Wrap me???” the floating twin squawked in alarm. “What’s that mean? You can’t just… just WRAP me, can you??”

“Oh, you’re right,” ‘Microkini Teri’ observed, smacking her head as though she’d made a mental error. “I completely forgot to bring the wrapping material out onto the table.” Then she looked at me apologetically as she added, “Would you excuse me for a moment, Master? This’ll only take a second.”

She scurried off to a door in the wall next to the table. It was a door that magically materialized the moment she stepped in front of it. With a whoosh it opened for her. Then she was through it and gone, leaving me alone with her floating sister.

“You can’t let her WRAP me!” the poor thing pleaded, her eyes wide in horror. “Get me down, ok? You can do that, can’t you?”

“I don’t even know how she got you up there,” I replied with a bit of a smile.

I could feel my cock stirring. Interestingly enough, she never once brought up the fact that I was naked. Nor did she mention how my escort was virtually naked as well, adorned in nothing more than that skimpy, teardrop Microkini suit she was wearing.

The door suddenly whooshed open. My escort reappeared as though she was in a hurry. She was carrying a square, cardboard box in her hands that she set upon the table.

“Got the wrapping material,” she said to no one in particular.

She pulled out several rolls of what looked like plastic wrap. She stood each one up on the table until she had emptied the contents of the container. The wrap was transparent, and in rolls of varying widths.

The noise soon got the attention of her alarmed replica. “What’s going on back there??” The floating twin tried in vain to crane her head to see what was happening behind her. “What are you doing? What’s happening?”

She must have sensed whatever was going on meant something bad for her. She started breathing heavily as though struggling to catch her breath. Her breasts rose and fell with each gasp.

Her evil sister came over and grabbed her, ‘Microkini Teri’ effortlessly spun her 180 degrees. Now she could see the contents on the table.

Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw what was on the table. “You’re not wrapping me in THAT crap, are you??”

“Of course I am,” my Teri giggled. “You’re going to make for one sexy looking package, let me tell you! Care to go for a spin?”

With a quick pull, she set her gravity-less replica spinning in place like a figure skater. The young woman let out a cry of alarm. Her arms rose away from her sides from the centrifugal force as her legs splayed outward a little.

My escort giggled mischievously as she watched her spinning sister slow down. Then she reached over and picked up a smaller roll of plastic. She waited until the helpless twirler slowed enough for her to grab her, holding her in place.

The poor thing whimpered as ‘Microkini Teri’ lifted her up within the confines of the anti-gravity between the pads. It gave her better access to the young woman’s lower legs. That’s when she took the plastic in her hands and started wrapping it around her twin’s bare feet.

Plastic covered the contrasting red toenails. “No!” her frightened replica gasped. “Don’t!”

Instinctively she sensed this was not going to go well for her. She whimpered as my sadistic tour guide encased her feet. Then she stared wrapping upwards around her ankles.

Instead of walking around the young woman, my escort simply made her turn in place. Plastic wrap unrolled, wrapping tightly around her suspended twin. The type of material she was using was of a shrink-wrap nature. It clung greedily to the frightened, pole-dancing replica, conforming to every curve of her lower legs.

‘Microkini Teri’s’ roll of plastic ran out halfway up her slut-sister’s knees. She promptly went over to the table to get another roll. This time she picked out one that appeared to be a little wider.

The dangling woman must’ve envisioned the finished project in her mind. She suddenly became even more anxious. “Please!” she gasped in growing terror. “Don’t DO this, ok? I’ll do anything he wants! You want me to dance for you, sir? Let me go and I’ll DANCE for you; I PROMISE!”

“He wants more than a dance, honey,” my escort observed dryly. “I know I sure as hell do! The last thing we need around here is another damn cock-teasing slut! I think you’ve done enough dancing! Besides, that bitch out there on that stripper pole is doing just fine all by herself!”

‘Shrink-wrap Teri’ whimpered as she looked out at her pole-dancing doppelganger. I turned to see her twin eagerly fucking the metal pole. She was pleading with her eyes as though hoping she was doing a good enough job.

I figured we’d get to her soon enough. So I turned my back on her. Besides, I was curious how this current situation with the plastic wrap was going to progress.

‘Microkini Teri’ started the next roll down around the already wrapped ankles of her whimpering twin. The new roll clung easily to the plastic already in place. My escort gave her sister a gentle spin to help unravel more of her wrapping material.

She grinned sadistically, thoroughly enjoying her task. The clingy plastic slowly wrapped up above her dangling twin’s knees toward her waist. The higher up she got, the more she pulled the body down, keeping the work within easy reach.

The frightened young woman gasped anxiously. Then she tried again with a renewed enthusiasm bordering on fear. She panted for breath as she gently spun in place, the wrap unrolling ever higher.

“I’ll suck his cock, ok? I can see it’s hard! I’ll give him the best blowjob he’s ever had, ok?”

She started to hyperventilate. Her evil sister kept spinning her in place, continuing to unravel the plastic material. The shrink-wrap clung ever tighter to her sexy body.

My sadistic tour guide snorted, “He can get a blowjob any damn time he needs one! What I’m giving him now is so much better. Right now I’m snuffing sluts for his amusement. You just happen to be next in line, bitch!”

“Let me fuck him!” the frightened woman tried again. “I’m a great lay!”

“I’m sure you are, you pole-dancing whore!”

Figuring her cruel sister was a lost cause, she tried to appeal to me. “How about it, sir? I swear I’ll be the best you’ve ever had! Please… just don’t let her wrap me like this, ok?”

“Funny you should mention that, honey,” ‘Microkini Teri’ chuckled dryly. “You see… he’s already HAD you… several times in fact. I suspect he’s going to have you a few more times before it’s all over.”

She reached the alarmed woman’s hands. My Teri made sure to wrap them tightly to her sides. The wrap continued to climb ominously up the frightened woman’s thighs.

“Not like ME!” the frightened twin cried out. “He hasn’t had ME! PLEASE, SIR; I BEG YOU!”

“Beg all you want, slut. I’m giving you to him as a present. And as you know, presents should be wrapped.” By then I could see she had just about used up her second roll.

“I’ll give him my ASS!” the dangling whore cried out in desperation. Then she looked me right in the eye. “You can have my cunt AND ass! Wouldn’t you like that, sir?? Let me down and I’ll fuck you with all my holes like you’ve never been fucked before!”

“You sluts are all alike,” my escort snorted in disgust. “…claiming you’ll be the best he’s ever had.”

She rolled her eyes, changing her tone to sound like her anxious replica. “’FUCK MY ASS – FUCK MY ASS; I’LL BE THE BEST YOU’VE EVER HAD!’ That’s what all you fucking whores say! But since you seem to have your heart set on having your holes filled…”

She grabbed the partially wrapped woman, pulling her down so they were facing each other eye to eye. Then she grinned menacingly at her. “I think I’ve got something for you, honey… something you should enjoy.”

“No!” ‘shrink-wrap Teri’ gasped. “Please… just turn me loose, ok? I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone; I PROMISE! It’ll just be our little secret!”

“Oh, you won’t be breathing a word of this to anyone,” ‘Microkini Teri’ ominously assured her. “In fact, it’s quite likely you won’t be breathing at all.”

A wicked grin broke out all over her face. Her helpless twin started shivering with renewed horror. Her eyes opened wide as the full implication of what was going to happen to her set in.

“You WOULDN’T!”

“Oh, but I WOULD! First, we have to stuff something into these two holes of yours.”

My escort chuckled as she held out her right hand, palm up. “Computer: vibrating egg!”

A metallic, egg-shaped device materialized in her hand. Her twin started to shake her head, whimpering in fear. “Don’t worry, bitch,” my cruel tour guide chuckled. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

She pushed it against her frightened replica’s dripping slit. ‘Shrink-wrap Teri’s’ eyes widened in horror. She started shaking her head a little as she gasped, “NO… DON’T!”

I watched as it was pushed all the way inside. The poor thing winced and groaned. I could tell her upper body was trembling, her nipples protruding even more.

“Let’s get it seated all the way up in there, shall we?” my sadistic escort chuckled. She pushed it up into the young woman’s slit with a couple of fingers. Her partially wrapped captive whimpered and then started to moan.

“Now for that other hole,” my Teri observed with a lascivious grin.

Once more she stuck out her right hand. “Computer: torpedo vibe!”

A long, slender metallic object materialized in her hand. Then she proceeded to spin her whimpering replica 180 degrees. That gave her easier access to her behind.

“NO… PLEASE… DON’T… I’LL DO ANYTHING… UUNNGGHHH!”

I watched ‘Microkini Teri’ shove it up the poor girl’s rectum until it disappeared from view. My cock twitched from the display of such sadistic cruelty. I was becoming shamefully aroused again.

Could the device be taken back out without some sort of medical help? Could she relax her anal ring enough to push it back out? I decided the question was irrelevant. She was going to be completely wrapped soon, meaning it was in for the duration.

“How’s that?” my sadistic escort asked, grinning at her horrified twin. “You wanted your holes filled. Now I want to see you wriggle around. I want you to cum for me while I finish wrapping your worthless ass. So to get the ball rolling…”

‘Microkini Teri’ looked upward. “Computer: activate vibes on lowest setting!”

‘Shrink-wrap Teri’ stiffened, her eyes widening in horror. I heard the faint sound of plastic wrap crinkling as though she was squirming helplessly. Then she really started moaning.

My escort giggled before grabbing a narrow roll of shrink-wrap. First she used it to thread between her whimpering twin’s clenched thighs to keep both items in place. Then she wrapped the rest of it around the young woman’s upper thighs and ass, sealing the items inside. All her squirming replica could do was moan helplessly.

“Time for the good stuff,” ‘Microkini Teri’ announced as she reached over and grabbed a wider roll.

She really went to work, spinning her replica in place as she wrapped her thighs, ass and waist. ‘Shrink-wrap Teri’s’ arms were wrapped even tighter to the sides of her body. Throughout the process, my escort raised and lowered her helpless victim inside the anti-gravity system when needed.

Her twin effortlessly went up and down. Her protests were reduced to whimpers as the vibes buzzed her holes. Eventually the plastic rose higher, wrapping around her stomach and rising up toward her breasts.

“You look mighty fine, all wrapped up,” my sadistic bitch observed with a chuckle, thoroughly enjoying her work. “This wrap is really working nicely. It’s showing off every one of your sexy curves. I’ll bet Master’s really going to like his present once I get through with you!”

She paused, holding her replica so that they were facing each other. “Got anything to say to me now?” she asked with a cruel smile.

“P – p – please…”

“Please what? What do you want? You want those vibes turned up higher?”

“N – NO!”

“Computer: increase vibes one setting!”

The helpless slut stiffened again. She couldn’t wriggle as much, now that she was wrapped so tightly. “Now let’s do those tits,” ‘Microkini Teri’ suggested with a grin, her eyes twinkling lustfully.

She grabbed another roll. Then she started wrapping it around her moaning twin. She gently spun the whimpering replica in place as the plastic unrolled tightly across those 40 D’s.

It wasn’t long until her tits were flattened, leaving everything below her neck encased in shimmering plastic. I could see the flesh tones through the shrink-wrap. It was amazing how aroused I’d become watching the whole damned show.

“Here’s where things get interesting,” my escort observed, looking over her handiwork with satisfaction.

She grabbed a small roll. Then she started working around the helpless slut’s head. She tucked strands of silky red hair into place until it was all covered.

‘Shrink-wrap Teri’ cried out in growing alarm as she kept writhing and moaning. Her eyes were open wide as she tried to fight off the work of the vibes in her holes. Now she must have grown concerned she was going to be totally encased.

When my wicked little vixen finished with the roll. Now, only the eyes and mouth were exposed. Painted red lips stood out against the plastic.

I could hear her captive try to gasp heavily. But I could no longer see her chest rise and fall with each breath. It must have been terrifying for the dangling victim, not being able to fully swell those lungs of hers.

‘Microkini Teri’ paused to lovingly run her hands up and down over her shrink-wrapped twin. “Damn; you look sexy!” she breathed. “I think this is the best present I’ve ever given anyone! And you know the best part?” she giggled. “I can do THIS!” Then she looked up and demanded, “Computer: increase vibes by two settings!”

The wrapped woman’s eyes widened even more as she really started to writhe and moan. “You gonna cum for me?” my wicked escort giggled. “Let’s make it interesting, shall we?”

She leaned in, wrapped her arms around her and kissed her hard. I watched with interest, my cock having softened somewhat. But it got hard right away when I saw ‘shrink-wrap Teri’s’ eyes get big as her cheeks started to bulge.

As her terrified grunts increased in pitch, the bitch who’d wrapped her moaned lustfully, kissing her enthusiastically. I heard a muffled cry as the wrapped captive screamed into the mouth of her captor. Then I saw her eyes roll.

My tour guide pulled away. I heard a whoosh of breath blow out of the mouth of her captive. ‘Microkini Teri’ giggled mischievously.

“Did I leave you breathless? You came that time, didn’t you? Damn, girl; you’ve got me all worked up!”

She moved in and kissed her wrapped twin for a second time. ‘Shrink-wrap Teri’s’ eyes widened in horror. Once more, I saw her cheeks start to puff out.

I heard muffled grunts and cries. I got the impression she was trying to struggle. Then her eyes rolled as she let out a muffled cry, her body writhing.

My escort moaned as she held her twin tightly to her body. She even humped the wrapped whore. Then she pulled away from their kiss.

Once more I heard the whoosh of breath. The bound replica’s eyes were glassy. She looked as though she was high on narcotics or something.

“Damn, baby; I came hard that time!” my sadistic tour guide gasped. “I just LOVE kissing you! You want to know why? Because I can make a complete seal with our lips! Do you know I can asphyxiate you with just a single kiss? I call it ‘The Kiss of Death’. Here, baby… let me show you once again how it’s done.”

Her wrapped duplicate started to cry out in horror, only to have it muffled as she was kissed hard. It wasn’t long until I saw her cheeks start to puff in and out as though she was trying to breathe once more. Her eyes were open in the horrified realization she could literally be kissed to death.

I heard several terrified grunts as her cheeks caved in and then tried to blow back out. Her eyes rolled as her tormentor groaned with pleasure. Then I heard her breath blow out of her body as my deliciously wicked escort pulled away, allowing her to breathe again.

“Damn; I just came again!” ‘Microkini Teri’ cooed at her. “You don’t know how hot that makes me, knowing I can kill you with a simple kiss. Would it make you feel any better if I did it like this instead?”

My escort lifted up a hand and covered the poor girl’s mouth, her eyes twinkling mischievously. ‘Shrink-wrap Teri’s’ eyes flew open in horror. I saw her cheeks start to puff again as she desperately struggled to pull a breath of air into her body.

Her sadistic tormentor giggled at her reaction. But her body was writhing and gyrating as though she was getting off on it. My Teri was certainly enjoying herself at the expense of her terrified replica.

My escort finally turned to see my reaction. She was filled with joy when she saw me stroking my erection. “Do you like your present, Master? I’ve had so much fun wrapping her for you. I hope you don’t mind if I play with her a little. She keeps cumming; I can tell.”

She deliberately pulled her hand away. Once more, I heard a loud, exhaled breath from her terrified twin. The poor thing tried to gasp despite her chest being do tightly wrapped.

My sadistic bitch turned toward me. But it was as though she was looking past me. Then she frowned.

I turned to see what she was looking at. ‘Stripper Teri’ had stopped dancing. She was simply standing there, watching in horror while clinging to the pole.

“Sorry, honey,” I heard ‘Microkini Teri’ say to her wrapped duplicate. But there was a hint of anger in her voice.

“There’s no more time to play. Besides, I have another slut that needs to be snuffed right away. So if you don’t mind, I’ll just finish wrapping you up. Is that ok?”

‘Shrink-wrap Teri’ tried to shake her head. But she could barely move. Her big brown eyes looked hazy from her orgasms. Now they opened wide as saucers.

My escort reached for one last, small roll. “Don’t worry, honey,” ‘Microkini Teri’ reassured her with a smile. “I’ll make sure you go out with the big ‘O’. Computer: increase vibes to maximum!”

Her captive’s eyes flashed as though she’d just been hit internally with something rather jolting. She appeared to stiffen as she cried out. Then my wicked tour guide took the roll and started wrapping the young woman’s head.

She totally covered her eyes and mouth in a matter of seconds. “No more air for you,” she giggled as she wrapped once… twice… a third time. She ended up covering the slut’s painted lips and big brown eyes that had been heavily made up.

I heard a muffled grunt from the wrapped woman. ‘Microkini Teri’ wrapped up and down from the shoulders all the way back up to the top of the poor girl’s head. Finished, she tossed the partial roll aside.

She smiled as she proceeded to run her hands all over my shrink-wrapped present. I heard muffled, high-pitched grunts. There was a hint of movement in the wrapped form.

I thought I heard the wrap crinkle in spots. For a moment it looked like whoever was inside was trying to thrash about. The wrap was trying to puff around where the mouth was, although maybe it was my imagination. I could vaguely distinguish those painted red lips trying to open wide as she struggled to breathe.

My tour guide was eagerly getting off, gasping excitedly as she continued groping the wrapped form. “Yes, honey; cum for me! Go with it, baby! Damn; I’ll bet that’s the biggest fucking ‘O’ you’ve ever had in your entire life; am I right? Now let it go, baby… that’s it… just let it go… give in to that delicious swirling blackness, honey… die like the filthy, fucking snuff-slut you are… go with it, honey…damn, baby; you’ve got me all worked up!”

There was a hard, muffled grunt, along with the impression of frantic movement. But my package seemed thoroughly wrapped. There was not a whole lot of movement.

I finally heard nothing but the sound of ‘Microkini Teri’s’ excited moans and gasps. My escort continued pawing and caressing the plastic covering. Now there was no appearance of any kind of life whatsoever from the woman cocooned inside.

My sadistic companion sighed heavily, shuddering as though she’d just experienced an orgasm of her own. Then she gave the wrapped present one last loving caress before walking over to me. ‘Shrink-wrap’ Teri stared open-mouthed in lifeless horror.

“I hope you liked it,” my escort remarked thoughtfully. “To be honest, I didn’t take much time picking it out for you. However I did take the time to consider how I wanted to wrap it for you. I hope it gave you some pleasure, Master. It sure got ME off!”

She kissed me long and hard, reaching down to lovingly stroke my cock for a few moments. Then she pulled away. Once more, I saw her looking in the direction of the pole-dancer.

That Teri was leaning against the shining metal pole. She appeared to be panting quietly. Her heavily decorated eyes were wide in alarm.

“I think it’s time to take care of that one next,” ‘Microkini Teri’ said quietly into my ear…

2010; 2021 (written May 29 ’10; ed. Apr 4 ‘21 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.6 (5)

Posted on May 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming June rewards

The 8th chapter to Chloe.
The 8th chapter to Aravanna.
The 8th chapter to Katia.
The aqua-slut drowns again
His bathtub bondage slut
A teacher hangs at City U
Melvie rides Victor’s guillotine
His house, his rules
Dylann has company
Grandpa’s Key West story
Potpourri
The seductress 8 (If I can get her finished in time).

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

It’s been what feels like an ongoing stream of distractions lately. I barely have time to address one situation before another takes its place. They can appear in any form. Once the taxes were filed and paid, my back started to complain, making it a challenge just to sit at my computer desk and type. When my back got better, mom’s got worse, and she needed me to drive her in to town. Please, no jokes about me being a pain in her neck, because her pain was much lower.

Thus, it has been hard for me to work on stories lately. It has even been a challenge going back to edit older ones. I have projects I need to get back to, but they keep getting put off. Thankfully, I’ve got enough stories written and edited to cover me for a couple months.

One of the recent distractions has been a good one. Mom went in today to be fitted for a hearing aid. She is quite pleased with the device. But that means I’ll have to be more careful what I say around her, since she can now hear me much better.

I guess distractions are a part of life. We just have to adapt to them, dealing with them the best we can. Then we have to get back to the business at hand. My business is writing and editing stories for you that I hope are entertaining and provide a pleasant distraction to your day. So thank you very much for being my patrons.

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