The step-mother’s bath 3.8 (22)

My step-mom was drunk again. She was oh, so drunk! And she wanted to fuck me since dad wasn’t around.

We’d fucked a few times before. She was always drunk when it happened. I knew I shouldn’t, but it was always hard to resist her.

Dad knew she was a drunk. But he continued to put up with her anyway. We were both pretty sure she was fucking other men on the side.

She invited me to the bedroom for a nightcap. I told her I didn’t want anything to drink. Then I asked if she needed some hot coffee.

She told me no. But a bath might help. She looked at me and grinned as though we would end up in the bedroom anyway after she was done.

I told her she could go right ahead and take a bath. But she told me she wanted me to help draw her one. I should have known better, but I was already starting to give in.

I started the bath water, making sure it would be warm. She came in and took her clothes off right in front of me. She added some bath oil to the water, guaranteed to make things slippery. Then she reached down and groped the bulge in my pants.

I said I was going to leave her to her bath. I told her she’d better be careful not to drown herself. She had no idea I’d fantasized about her drowning in the bathtub ever since she’d married dear ol’ dad.

She sternly told me, “I’m not so think as you drunk I am.” Then she laughed at herself. She told me maybe I’d better come in and watch her so she didn’t drown herself.

She groped my bulge again. Then she got into the tub. She playfully patted the water as though inviting me to join her.

I told her maybe I’d better step out and leave her to her bath. The idea of watching her drown was growing stronger within me. I didn’t want to take any chances.

Ok,” she said drunkenly. “I just hope I don’t drown myself.” Then she just sort of slipped under the surface, ending up flat on her back on the bottom.

She released bubbles out of her nose as she came back up. She laughed as she sputtered, “Oops! Almost drowned m’self. Too much bath oil. Maybe you’d better stick around and keep me safe.”

She deliberately caressed her boobs in front of me. Then she reached down to finger herself. She was clearly implying I should either join her or get undressed and wait for her in the bedroom.

I shook my head. I was trying so hard to resist temptation. But it was becoming harder and harder.

I told her, “Maybe I’d better be going.”

She replied, “Good idea. You can wait for me in the bedroom.” Then she slipped back under.

More bubbles came up. Now I was convinced she wanted to fuck me again. And I was losing my will to fight her off.

That wasn’t the worst part of it. Each time she slipped under, she released bubbles out of her nose. It was so bloody erotic.

Didn’t she understand the kind of danger she was in? Didn’t she know how strong my drowning fetish was? How many times had I been tempted to drown her in this very bathtub?

She struggled to get her head back up. She sat upright, but she just kept slipping in the bathtub. Then she patted the water again as she told me I’d better join her to help keep her upright.

I tried to be firm as I told her it was her fault for adding the bath oil. Then I called her by her first name as though trying to awaken her from her drunkenness…

Kelly, don’t you think you should get out now? Let me put you to bed.”

Yes; let’s go to bed!” she giggled. “Unless you want to stay and watch me drown myself.”

She was drunk, and I was losing myself. I finally decided to let it all out. Besides, I doubted she would remember any of this in the morning.

Can I let you in on a little secret, Kelly? I’ve always wanted to drown you ever since you married dad. Seeing you in the bathtub blowing bubbles out of your nose is so damned sexy. Maybe you shouldn’t do it anymore, as it just turns me on too much.”

She laughed again. “Do I turn you on, honey? I love turning you on. Now get undressed and join me right here in the tub, ok?”

I shook my head. “No, Kelly. I might drown you.”

She laughed as she drunkenly splashed the water. “Really? You really want to drown me?”

You have no idea.”

She laughed as she splashed the water again. “Go right ahead, honey. C’mon in and drown me. Then we’ll finish up in the bedroom.”

She laughed as she wriggled around in the water while fondling her boobs. Then she slipped under the surface again. More bubbles came out of her nose.

It was getting harder and harder to resist temptation. She was really teasing me. I had to struggle against my inner desires.

This time she was a little slow working herself upright. Probably too much bath oil. So I reached in and pulled her head up.

She coughed and giggled before laughing drunkenly. “You’re a good step-son, honey. Now get your ass in the tub with me.” Then she slipped under again.

More bubbles came out of her nose. I could feel myself tumbling over the edge into the abyss. With great reluctance I pulled her head back up.

She coughed and laughed. “I keep slipping under, don’t I? I must be trying to drown myself for you. You’d like that; wouldn’t you, honey?” Then she splashed the water with her hand again, still trying to invite me to join her.

My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Then I asked, “You really want my help drowning you?” She just laughed.

It occurred to me I’d said it wrong. I corrected myself as I told her, “I meant to ask if you wanted my help getting out of the tub.” She was drunk enough, and everything was slippery enough, that she couldn’t stop sliding around inside the bathtub.

She giggled drunkenly. “You want me to drown for you, honey?” Then she slipped under again.

More sexy bubbles came out of her nose. This time she was under for a good fifteen or twenty seconds. If she wasn’t careful…

I reached in and grabbed a handful of hair. I pulled her head out of the water until she came up gasping and sputtering. She giggled as she told me, “I guess I need your help after all.”

To get you out of the tub?”

She grinned drunkenly. “No. Drown me first. Then you’ll need to help me out of here.”

Something made me let go of her hair. She slipped back under. Bubbles came up as she lay at the bottom of the tub looking up at me.

I figured she had to be getting water up her sinuses. But she didn’t seem to care. She was drunk as a skunk, and obviously horny.

She stayed down and rubbed her boobs for me while releasing a few bubbles. Then she put a hand in her crotch and fingered herself. She grinned at me as though indicating she wanted me to put something of mine inside her right after she pulled her fingers out.

I watched as she wriggled and struggled. This time she seemed a little too slippery to sit upright in her drunken state. Then she started to work her head up.

Something came over me as I reached down. I gently pushed down on her boobs, keeping her submerged. They were nice and slimy from the bath oil. She just gave me a look of incredible lust.

More bubbles came out of her nose. Then she began to struggle a little. She finally tried to push my hands off her chest.

For some reason I couldn’t pull them off. My cock was hard as a rock inside my trousers. This time I shook my head as I told her, “You said you needed my help drowning you. Isn’t that right, Kelly?”

She tried to push me away again. The look of drunken amusement on her face morphed into one of alarm. It wasn’t long until I saw her chest begin to show the strain.

She tried a little harder to push me away. My excitement intensified a hundred-fold as more bubbles came out of her nose. “Not this time,” I gently told her. “This time we’re going to go all the way. I want you to drown for me, Kelly. I want your lungs to flood. You look so fucking sexy holding your breath underwater. Now I want to watch you drown for me.”

She bubbled as she tried to push my hands off her boobs. Her chest really heaved. It’s amazing how long she could hold her breath. Maybe it was because she was so drunk.

She fought against me. But she was too exhausted. What’s more, I’d become too weak to fight against a desire I’d harbored for quite a long time.

I leaned closer as I kept pushing down on her boobs. “Drown for me, Kelly,” I murmured with growing excitement. “Don’t worry; it will look like an accident. You just go right ahead and drown for me now.”

Her eyes widened in horror as though she finally understood. Then she gulped a huge mouthful of water. That’s what set her off.

Air poured out of her nose as she started hitching and gurgling. She went into seizures right there at the bottom of the bathtub. I just kept pushing down on her slippery boobs, my cock spewing in my pants as I watched.

Her lungs must have opened up because it looked as though she was swallowing huge mouthfuls of water. She hitched and convulsed, gurgling at the bottom of the tub as the last of her air escaped through her nostrils. But she was so drunk that it wasn’t all that violent of a drowning.

It was so fucking sexy. Reality was much different than what I had imagined. She put on one hell of a show.

She kept hitching as though continuing to swallow water. Kelly slowly rolled over onto her side. But she still kept convulsing from gentle spasms.

Tiny bubbles dribbled out of her nose and past her lips. Her eyes were open wide in utter shock. I wondered if she’d sobered up at the last moment, not that it would have mattered any.

She gently hitched until she finally settled down. An occasional muscle spasm affected an arm or a leg. Then she finally became still.

I stared in awe at my sexily drowned step-mother. She had the most incredible death stare you would ever want to see. She just looked outward with a vacant expression as though this was the last thing she’d ever expected to happen to her.

I reached into the water and caressed her. I explained how much I appreciated her gift to me, even though she was drunk at the time. Then I told her that her drowning for me was even better than going to bed with her.

I finally rose up and left her in the bathtub. As I walked into the living room, I mentally calculated what I was going to tell my father. Apparently Kelly had gotten drunk and had somehow drowned herself in her bathtub.

2021 (written for Tommy Jan 3 ’21 by riwa. Picture included for illustration purposes.)

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The Benefactor 4.3 (44)

Whenever a benefactor for City U came to town, all the sorority girls would fight to be his escort. Benefactors had a tendency to treat the coeds lavishly. Sex was usually involved, but the benefits – especially the gifts and cash – almost always outweighed anything a coed gave up in body and soul.

The last benefactor who’d visited the campus had taken a girl away on a trip around the world. The Pi Omicron Rho Nu sorority benefited by receiving a generous donation, as did the university. Now another benefactor was coming to the campus.

The girls were run through a vigorous sexual contest. They were judged on how well they performed orally on both males and females. It was said the benefactor had a wife who might be seeking a little pleasure for herself.

Erin was thrilled when she was the one ultimately chosen to spend time with the couple. Dollar signs flashed in her eyes. She was sure this meant she was going places.

She was warned to treat the benefactor with utmost deference. His donation had not yet been received by the university. Erin promised she would not disappoint the school, nor the girls of the P.O.R.N. sorority.

Once they arrived, they couple seemed pleased with the girl chosen to be their companion during their visit. The benefactor and his wife took her to all the best spots in town, wining and dining her. Afterwards, they went back to the facility the university had provided for some sexual pleasure. Erin believed she had hit the jackpot.

On the second to last day of their visit, the benefactor and his wife spent the morning and afternoon involved in rigorous sex with Erin. But the evening was reserved for a special play. When asked if she had no objections, Erin said she was open to anything they had in mind.

She was led down naked into a sparsely furnished basement. What disturbed her was the noose that dangled from a beam in the ceiling. She immediately turned to the husband and wife, asking what this was all about.

My wife has never seen a hanging before,” the husband explained. “The university has assured me you have been exposed to various forms of asphyxia. I trust this will not bother you much?”

I, uh… n-no, sir.” She did not dare express her discomfort, nor her dismay, to such an important couple.

Good. Beverlee, my darling? Would you like to do the honors?”

Can I really, Doug?” the wife asked excitedly.

Certainly. She’s more than willing; isn’t that right, my dear? You know how important this is to us. In the morning the university will receive our donation.”

Y-yes, sir. I understand how important this is to you.”

Good.”

The bare-chested husband put on an ominous black hood, giving him the air of an executioner. The wife tied Erin’s hands behind her back. When she was done, she kissed Erin on the lips before pulling a black hood down over her head.

Erin stood there panting heavily for breath. Were they really going to use the noose on her? Did this couple like playing hanging games?

She’d experimented with some asphyxia at the university. It was expected from all the girls who attended. But she hadn’t gotten all that involved in the noose games and role-plays that often took place on campus. Besides, there’d been stories of “accidents”, resulting in more than a few female bodies ending up as meals over at the cafeteria.

The noose was pulled down over her head. Then it was snugged up tight behind her right ear. “You have no idea how turned on I am, hun,” the wife told her as she ran a hand over Erin’s heaving breasts. “Doug promised me a hanging before we left the university. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Erin panted underneath the hood. It was getting awfully stuffy. She was also becoming more than a little frightened.

Take her up, darling,” she heard the wife tell her husband. “But don’t hurt her right away. I want this to last.”

As you wish, my love.” And with that, Erin was hoisted up off her bare feet into the air.

She gawked as she tried to cry out through the hood covering her face. She was terribly frightened. Surely the couple would be careful with her, right?

She began to kick instinctively. Her legs pedaled as she searched for the floor. She’d only been hanged once before, and she hadn’t liked it all that much.

She was let back down onto the floor. She panted for breath as she stood there blinded by the hood. Then feminine hands touched her all over.

That was wonderful, darling. Her nipples are really erect.”

That’s from the asphyxiation, my love. You should see what it’s doing to her pussy.”

Oh, darling; take her up again!”

Erin was hefted up off the floor for a second time. She rasped as she tried to breathe through the hood. Then panic set in as she began to kick.

Watch out for those legs, my love. She’ll kick you without meaning too.”

Oh, darling; she’s magnificent! I never thought I’d live to see such an arousing spectacle! You’re right about her pussy. Take her down; I want to feel it!”

Erin was lowered to the floor. She rasped for breath, struggling to breathe underneath the hood while trying to maintain her balance upon unsteady legs. Then she felt feminine hands touch her all over before fingers pried her labia apart.

You’re right, darling. She’s incredibly wet.”

It’s from the asphyxiation, my love.”

Take her up again. I love watching her struggle.”

As you wish.”

Erin was hoisted back up into the air. She tried to brace herself for the experience. She even managed to hold still for several seconds. But the pain and panic inevitably caused her to start kicking again.

There she goes!” the wife gasped breathlessly. “How they fight when they cannot breathe!”

Do you like it, my love?”

It’s utterly incredible! Bring her down; I want to finger her again!”

Erin was lowered back down onto the floor. She was even more unsteady on her feet. Feminine hands helped support her before they started roaming and caressing her naked flesh.

Honey, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. I really appreciate it.”

Erin forced herself to stammer, “Th-thank you, Mrs. B-Borenstern.” After all, this was supposed to be for her sorority and for the university. But it sure was getting hot underneath the hood. How long before they set her free?

The wife was more than a little impressed. She told her husband, “She’s wonderful the way she kicks and struggles. Darling, you will see to it the university gets a more than generous donation this year, won’t you?”

Of course, my love.”

Will we be able to feast on her remains in the cafeteria tomorrow for lunch before we depart?”

I’m sure they’ll save us the best parts, my love.”

Erin was horrified. Had she heard correctly??

Are you ready for the best part, my love?”

I can’t wait any longer, darling. Haul her up into the air. I want to watch her sexy dance of death as she hangs for us. I never thought snuffing sorority girls would be so exciting.”

Mrs. B-Borenstern??” That was all she got out. A moment later Erin’s feet left the floor for the last time.

She hung limp, trying not to struggle. Surely they weren’t really going to kill her, were they? Then her legs began to kick.

She pedaled as she swung back and forth. The noose tightened ominously around her throat. The loss of air down her windpipe only panicked her further.

She kicked and struggled as she tried to rasp for breath. The hood puffed less and less as her airway was closed off. Erin developed a massive headache as her face felt flushed underneath the hood.

She gawked as her toes stretched for the floor that was out of reach. Then she really started to kick. Her body swung wildly as Mrs. Borenstern gasped with rapturous delight.

Erin fought for a good ten minutes until she no longer had the strength. She was barely getting any air down her throat. She gently swung back and forth until the wife came up and began touching her all over again.

That was so sexy, honey. You put on such a wonderful dance. You really struggled, and it looked like it hurt a lot. I loved the hood and the way this looked like an execution. But the next time Doug hangs a girl for me I think I want to see her face as she suffers.”

Erin was barely aware of fingers probing her clenching twat. “My goodness, honey! Did you cum? You’re positively wet down there! How marvelous!”

Erin tried to scream. But she couldn’t get any air past her larynx. She went into hitches and spasms as internal organs began to die.

Oh, darling; it’s marvelous! I’m so glad the sorority picked this one out for us! Please be generous with them and the university on account of this one.”

You know I will, my love.”

Erin didn’t know whether to be horrified or appreciative her death would bring financial gain to the university. Then consciousness ebbed away until she didn’t care about anything anymore.

2021 (written Jun 14 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the picture.)

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The cistern 3.8 (32)

Dorothy was playing a dangerous game and she knew it. She was Dapper Don’s girlfriend, a dangerous mobster who was not the least bit averse to having someone liquidated just for looking at him funny. But now she was seeing Rick on the side. It meant she was living on the edge.

She’d met the plumber a few weeks ago when he’d been summoned to fix a leak in the gangster’s mansion. It had been love at first sight. What made it more exciting for her was learning Rick was a bit of a sadist.

He tied Dorothy up their first night alone together. Then he had ruthlessly fucked her. From that moment on she’d become addicted to him.

She knew how dangerous it was seeing Rick on the sly. If Dapper Don were to find out, she’d wind up dead within 24 hours. That only added to the thrill of their forbidden affair.

Rick soon discovered her lust for the dangerous nature of their liaison. He responded accordingly.

One night he pretended he’d been sent over by the gangster to end Dorothy’s life. He tied her up, filled up the bathtub with cool water and put her in. Then he fucked her while forcing her head under the water. Dorothy screamed her climax in a froth of bubbles.

As far as Dorothy was concerned, there was no going back to the boring lovemaking of Dapper Don. Oh, she played the part of course. She dutifully pleased him whenever they were together.

But her heart was for her plumber-lover. She could not get enough of him. Whenever she was alone, she would discreetly seek Rick out for that dangerous thrill she so desperately craved.

There was one person in the organization Dorothy had every right to be worried about. Angela was moving up in the ranks. She had expressed in no uncertain terms her desire to eventually take over Dorothy’s role as the gangster’s lover.

Dorothy knew what that meant. If she didn’t tread carefully, Angela might very well find out. She and Rick would end up very much dead. Unfortunately that only excited her passions all the more.

Unfortunately she had no idea just how much Angela knew about their forbidden affair…

One day when she was alone at the mansion she received a mysterious text from her lover. Rick told her he’d found something that would greatly enhance their next encounter. He sent her directions to a secluded spot, telling her to make sure she wasn’t followed.

Dorothy drove out of the city and up a dirt road into the hills. She saw Rick’s Ford pickup and parked right next to it. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought he was going to do something terribly erotic with her.

She had no idea what that could be. Hell, he was liable to do anything to her clear out here! She found herself becoming wet with anticipation.

She got out of her car and looked everywhere. But he was nowhere around. She called out his name, but there was no response.

There was a path leading into the woods. Dorothy saw footprints in the dirt. She set off in that direction, believing he had something special in mind for her.

She followed the tracks for about a quarter of a mile. But there was still no sign of her beloved. She loudly called out his name, but there was no response.

A moment later there was movement within the brush. Dorothy gasped in alarm as Angela stepped out with a wicked smile. She was brandishing a dangerous looking revolver.

So nice of you to come,” the woman smiled pleasantly. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Dorothy felt a sick feeling in the pit of her gut. Her heart leapt into her throat. “Where’s Rick?” she asked anxiously.

Oh, you’ll be joining him shortly,” Angela replied. Then she waved the gun. “It’s that way. Just keep following the path you’re on.”

Don’s going to be angry about this,” Dorothy told her, her heart pounding in her chest.

She’d become damp from a perverse excitement. She was also very, very worried. The fact she wasn’t wearing any panties made her squirm uncomfortably.

She followed the path, Angela right behind her with the gun pointed at her back. They rounded a corner and went down a hill. That’s when they entered a small clearing surrounded by trees.

Dorothy gasped in horror. What she saw made her start to tremble. She knew in an instant she was about to die.

Her lover stood stark naked on the cover to some cistern. His mouth was taped shut and his eyes blindfolded. Two of Dapper Don’s henchmen had their guns drawn on him. But he certainly wasn’t going anywhere, not with his hands tied behind his back and a set of shackles attached to his ankles.

Rick!” she cried out in horror as she rushed forward. The two henchmen intercepted her before she could climb onto the cover and hug him. She couldn’t help noticing his exposed cock stirring at the sound of her voice.

I thought you two lovebirds would like to spend some special time together,” Angela said with an evil sneer. “And since I know you both like to fuck, you might as well get naked, you stupid bitch!”

Don isn’t going to like this, Angela!” Dorothy was becoming anxious by the second. All she could do was play the only card she thought would save her.

Are you insane? He’ll have you and these two idiots of yours shot for sure! You’d better let us go right now!”

I don’t think so, bitch!” Angela snorted with a laugh. “Who do you think authorized this little play-date in the first place?”

You’re a liar!”

Don didn’t like the pictures I showed him, bitch! When I presented them to him, he told me he wanted it done today. What’s more, he wants to make sure your bodies are never found. Why do you think I lured you way out here? Don’t you know this is where all the bodies are buried! Now strip, you fucking whore!”

Dorothy gasped in horror. But she did as she was told. She was embarrassed as hell when her skirt came off, revealing her dripping pussy.

Angela laughed at her. “What’s the matter, bitch? All turned on now that you know you’re about to die?”

You can’t do this to us!” Dorothy gasped. “The cops will find our bodies! You’re going to pay for this!”

I don’t think so, bitch,” Angela chuckled. “No one knows you’re out here. When I texted you I told you to make sure you weren’t followed, remember?”

You mean that was YOU?!” That sick feeling in the pit of her gut intensified. Dorothy now realized she’d been set up.

You can keep your nylons and garter, bitch. It’s nice to see you all dressed up for the occasion. Besides, it won’t matter in the long run, certainly not where you two are going. Now step up there with lover-boy.”

Dorothy glanced at the two men holding weapons. She decided she had no choice, not unless she wanted to get shot. So she hesitantly climbed up onto the cover to the cistern in her nyloned feet, only to see Rick’s cock begin to harden.

Lover-boy here sure seems glad to have you around, don’t you think?” Angela laughed cruelly as Dorothy trembled in terrified arousal.

The two henchmen set their weapons down upon the ground. They produced a bunch of black plastic straps about an inch wide. Dorothy was shoved right up against the naked body of her lover.

The men started to strap the two of them together. Rick grunted through the tape covering his mouth. His hardening cock now nestled between Dorothy’s legs.

Don’t do this, Angela!” she gasped in growing alarm. “We can make a deal! We can go away together and disappear! You don’t have to do this!”

That’s right, bitch,” Angela chuckled. “You two are going to disappear all right.”

But we can make a deal! I’ve got money!”

She whimpered, her pussy embarrassingly wet. The henchmen strapped each of her spread legs directly to each of Ricks, securing their bodies together. Rick grunted and moaned, his cock getting even harder as it pushed up between Dorothy’s legs.

The only deal I want, bitch, is the one where I’m Dapper Don’s girlfriend. That deal only exists in the same universe where you and lover-boy here are both dead and gone!” That’s when Dorothy really started hyperventilating.

YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US!”

There’s no one for miles, bitch,” Angela said with a cruel laugh. “…no one but the bodies of Don’s enemies up here. But don’t worry. The place you two are going is special.”

Dorothy let out a cry as her stomach was tightened right up against Rick’s tummy with one of the straps. She gasped and whimpered, terrified out of her mind. The fact she was wet and Rick’s cock was hard between her legs was humiliating, especially since the bitch could see everything.

Aww, how sweet,” Angela chuckled. “You two want one last fuck together? I think we might be able to work something out.”

Ricks arms were released long enough to have them wrapped around Dorothy’s body and secured. Since there was no chance of escape, he didn’t try anything foolish. Then her arms were wrapped around his body and strapped into place.

Another strap forced them up against each other chest to chest, her breasts pressed up against his warm body. She could feel his heartbeat thumping wildly. Could he feel hers beating just as fast?

One last strap was wrapped around their upper bodies just below the armpits. Dorothy panted heavily, scared out of her wits. She still could not ascertain what the danger was… why they were being tied up this way.

Let the stupid bastard see his lover,” Angela instructed. “Let him be able to talk to her as well.”

Rick’s blindfold and the tape over his mouth were removed. “Dorothy? Are you all right? I was called to a plumbing job, but these two goons were waiting for me. I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry too,” Dorothy replied as tears filled her eyes. “This is all my fault.”

No,” he told her, shaking his head. “I knew who you were from the very beginning. Yet I still took the risks. The fault is mine.”

He kissed her fiercely. The henchmen ignored them. They were too busy finishing the procedure by applying a set of shackles to Dorothy’s ankles… not that they were needed to keep her from going anywhere.

Aww, how sweet,” Angela purred mockingly.

She reached between both sets of spread legs to grab Rick’s cock. “You’re hard, dumbass!” she laughed. “You should have known better than to think with this instead of thinking with your head. No matter. Now about that last fuck for you two lovebirds…?”

Angela grasped Rick’s cock and began working it up against Dorothy’s dripping slit. The bound woman moaned, her body instinctively writhing. If they were about to die she desperately wanted to feel it inside her.

Angela glared at her. “Hold on, you stupid bitch! Give me a second here; ok?”

She worked it a little more until it suddenly slid right in. Dorothy gasped and then whimpered, feeling Rick’s familiar member work itself deep inside her. It made her even wetter as she moaned softly.

Angela smirked at them as she asked, “Are you two lovebirds ready for your last ride?” Her eyes twinkled with murderous lust. Then she stepped back, motioning at the two henchmen.

Gentlemen? Introduce these stupid assholes to the cistern!”

Both men knelt down and appeared to reach for a couple of levers. Dorothy had no clue what was about to happen. Her heart skipped a beat as she anxiously gasped, “RICK?!”

It’ll be all right,” he told her softly. Then the cover beneath them suddenly gave way.

Screams were ripped out of their lungs as they plummeted downward into ominous darkness. Both of them thought for sure they were going to be killed on impact from the fall. Neither one expected the surprise they got, the surprise of hitting cold water with a loud splash.

The combined weight of both sets of shackles immediately took over, pulling them downward together. It got even darker, the water much colder. That’s when Dorothy realized what was happening to them. It would truly be a miracle if their bodies were ever found down here.

Rick’s cock swelled in her pussy from his fear of death. He began to fuck her instinctively, the two of them losing bubbles as they grunted in terror. They desperately tried to wriggle free of the straps binding them together. But it was a hopeless task.

They went deeper and deeper, the water getting colder and colder. Dorothy’s lungs began to heave as she struggled to hold her breath. Then she heard Rick gurgle as she got a face-full of his drowning bubbles.

She began to thrash about, screaming in horror as her lungs burned in her chest. Rick was fucking her as he was drowning up against her body. She was certain it would be her turn in mere moments.

Her feet came in contact with something even more frightening. Her toes detected the feel of decaying flesh and bone. There were more bodies down here with them!

Dorothy screamed her breath away in pure terror. Then Rick’s cock exploded inside her. She felt his hot seed inside her, triggering a devastating orgasm.

A moment later her lungs gave out. Dorothy began blowing drowning bubbles into her lover’s face as she grunted and gurgled. His body convulsed against hers.

The two lovers hitched and gurgled together, their naked bodies bucking and jerking all pressed up against each other. Dorothy’s pussy instinctively milked Rick’s twitching cock dry as they drowned in unison. Her mind screamed over and over from the terror of the utter blackness of the watery cistern and the dead bodies immediately below them.

The two naked murder victims of Dapper Don slowly settled down upon previously disposed bodies. They gurgled softly against each other, stray bubbles slipping out of parted lips to scurry upward. Then they gurgled and sighed as their lives faded away along with the last of the air escaping their flooded lungs…

Up at the surface Angela bent over the edge of the cistern, listening intently. Her nipples were extremely hard underneath her form-fitting shirt. Her pussy was damp with excitement.

The idea that both of them were drowning down there with his cock up her cunt was incredibly arousing. She thought she heard a quiet explosion of bubbles echo up to her. She sighed with pleasure, experiencing an erotic thrill knowing they had drowned together in the ultimate fuck.

She almost climaxed. But she contained herself in the presence of Don’s goons. “Much better than any good masturbation session,” she murmured quietly in erotic bliss.

What was that?” one of the henchmen asked.

Nothing!” she said with an angry, dismissive wave. “Seal it up, boys. Let’s get out of here.”

Not before we carry out the boss’s final orders,” the other said.

The two quickly grabbed a startled Angela. She began screaming at them in anger and horror. “HEY, WAIT A MINUTE… YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME… NOOOO…. AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

They tipped her over the edge and then let go. She screamed all the way down until she hit cold water with a splash. It never occurred to her Dapper Don might be upset with her for bringing him proof of Dorothy’s infidelity without first telling him of her suspicions.

She came up sputtering, absolutely frightened out of her wits. She looked up at the opening to the cistern. Gawd, it looked so far away!

Then she started screaming upward as she tried to tread water. “HEY… GET ME OUT OF HERE… YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME… I DON’T WANT TO DIE DOWN HERE… PLEASE DON’T LET ME DROWN!”

The light above her suddenly went out. The cover had been adjusted back into place. She’d been sealed in forever.

Angela screamed, her panicked cries echoing all around her. She flailed wildly until she began swallowing water. In her panic she simply couldn’t keep her head above water.

She slipped under, grunting and gurgling as her body convulsed from the agony of drowning. She kept screaming over and over in her mind in the blackness of the cistern. She gurgled painfully until she shuddered quietly, the last of her air escaping her flooding lungs.

Angela’s body ended up drifting downward. Ironically she finally settled on top of the two murdered lovers. Her lifeless eyes stared in abject horror at the inconceivable turn of events.

2012; 2020 (written for Dorothy Aug 17 ’12; ed. Aug 27 ‘20 by riwa)

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Christmas Presents 4.1 (52)

The packages had all finally been opened and lunch was spread on the dining room table — not that anyone was sitting there. The kids were happily playing with their new toys, cups of chocolate milk near them, while an exhausted Dorothy sat beside her husband as he watched football on the television.

The knock on their front door was completely unexpected. “DHL express delivery for Dorothy Brown!” came a shout. A glance out their front window revealed the familiar yellow van sitting in their driveway.

Dorothy’s spirits immediately picked up — something special for her alone! She almost ran to the door as her husband grunted and went back to watching football.

Opening the door, she saw the uniformed man holding a clipboard. “This way, ma’am,” he said, “It’s in the back of my truck. You have to inspect the box and sign before I can carry it in.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Dorothy called to her family. Then she followed the delivery man to the open doors on the back of his tall truck. “What present could be that large?” she wondered.

It was dark inside the back of the truck as she peered in. Then four hands grabbed her and pulled her inside as the “delivery man” pushed her up from behind. Her brief scream went unheard in the houses closed tight against the cold with their tellys all showing football.

Her husband, however, did hear a muffled sound… and smiled. Looking down at their kids, he knew that Mommy was about to get the present that she had always wanted most.

Dorothy was now gagged, her wrists bound behind her. She had been laid on her back as the delivery truck quietly pulled out of her home’s driveway and started down the street. The “delivery man” was just beginning to pull her panties off.

“I’m Jeff,” he announced to Dorothy. “I’ll be chopping your head off later.” Then he unzipped his pants to pull his already-stiff manhood out.

“Omigod,” Dorothy thought. “It’s going to happen! What do I do?? Ahhhh, he’s such a strong man… and his cock… I’m really going to lose my head! Finally!! He’s going to rape me now and his cock… and his blade… will feel so damn good!”

Jeff’s cock touched her pussy and began to slide inside. “What… what will you use on… my neck?” Dorothy gasped as his rock-hard shaft impaled her again and again.

“I have a broad-bladed axe that is going to split your spine and throat as soon as your hair is short enough,” Jeff replied. Then he lifted Dorothy’s legs up so that he could pound her cunt harder.

Dorothy threw away her fright and allowed her own excitement to build. As the truck slowed, Jeff banged her harder and faster so that they both climaxed just as the van’s engine died.

The three men guided Dorothy, naked from the waist down, into a small warehouse which was fortunately well-heated. She beheld before her a small open space that all the boxes had been cleared from. In the center of the space was a beheading block, with a wicker basket in front of it and a pillow in back. “Last stop for you, dearie,” Jeff said.

Other men came in as the three tore her clothes to strip Dorothy completely naked without untying her. Then they made her kneel on the pillow behind the block. After compelling her to bend over and lay her neck across the scarred wood, Jeff sat on a box not far from beside her head.

“This is how it’s going to happen, Dorothy. Every man in this warehouse is going to rape you. Once each is done, he’ll cut your hair slightly shorter on the back of your neck. As soon as your hair is short enough to give me a clear target, I’m going to raise up my axe and chop your head off. Is all that clear?”

Dorothy was panting with heat, lust, and outright excitement. “Bring the bastards on!” she replied, gazing down into the basket that was her life’s new destination. So the men started coming, each to leave his cum inside Dorothy’s doomed body.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Jake.” Obviously the most mature man, he got to be first. He was gentle with Dorothy, caressing her back as his cock penetrated and twisted inside of her. He took his time screwing, and left her body dripping with sweat and her pussy flowing with his sperm. Then Dorothy trembled as she felt her hair lightly tugged, heard the scissors’ snips and chilled at the slight new coolness on the back of her neck.

Max wasn’t nearly as gentle after having to wait so long. His pounding made Dorothy scrape her throat as she kept it pressed onto the block. But she lusted for him to shoot his seed into her. Afterwards, the snipping came again, and then her neck was ever-so-slightly cooler.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Samuel, and I’m going to watch you get raped and then beheaded!” And from behind, another hot cock was at her labial lips, pushing in. She opened herself to him, wanting his cock… wanting him to cum into her and wanting him to see her head struck off into the waiting wicker basket.

The men kept coming and cumming, men whose faces she didn’t see, but who she knew were each taking away more locks of her shorn hair.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m John, and my cock is going to rip you wide open!” Omigod, how many were there going to be? Dorothy had been fucked so many times now…. and John’s cock really was huge! She was sore and exhausted and… yes, she was longing for, lusting for… the upcoming blow of Jeff’s axe. But Dorothy concentrated as hard as she could, and climaxed one more time.

John, however, seemed to cut a little more of her hair than the other men had. Dorothy realized from the coolness on the nape of her neck that surely her spine must be completely uncovered by now. Then Jeff was standing up!

“That’s it, Dorothy,” Jeff announced. “All twelve of us have owned your cunt and the back of your hair is well short enough. You have a very smooth pink-flushed neck for me to strike. Hold still for just a minute more.”

Dorothy’s thoughts were of panic mixed with lustful desire… ‘Oh Shit, Jeff has picked up his axe! His feet are spread beside the block! There’s something cold over my neck! Now it’s gone, and Jeff is taking a deep breath in!’

The guys in the warehouse had gathered around. But Dorothy kept her eyes fixed down into the wicker basket she was about to die in. “C’mon, Jake, give it to her!” “This hard one is going to be steel, babe!” Then three men shouted, “Off With Her HEAD!”

HUFF! Jeff’s breath blew out as he pulled the high-held axe down fast! THWOK and Dorothy’s neck was chopped clean through!

“AAGGHHH” Dorothy tried to scream. But no sound came as her severed head toppled into the waiting wicker basket.

She rolled to a stop looking up, up at a blood-dripping axe embedded in the block. Then she saw Jeff’s smiling face looking down at her. She heard more steps come over. The last thing she saw was half a dozen men bending over the basket, all saying to her what a fine screw she’d been.

The knock on her door came completely unexpected. “DHL express delivery for Claire Ensler from the Browns!” came a shout. A glance out her front window revealed the familiar yellow van just pulling out of her driveway.

Claire seethed with anger — she despised Dorothy Brown! Why would that family be sending her anything??

She opened the door and brought the package in. Fetching some scissors, she cut the tape that sealed the box shut.

Inside the delivery box was a blood-stained wicker basket holding Dorothy Brown’s decapitated head. The card attached to the top of the basket read, “You’re still the hot babe that Dorothy hated so much. Stop over and see me some time?” It was signed, “Dorothy’s widower husband.”

Claire smiled widely, drew the curtains shut, placed Dorothy’s lifeless head on the mantel above her fireplace… and then sat down on her living-room couch to masturbate.

Written by “Dorothy Brown” 7-27-2016 (edited by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.5 (10)

Coming January rewards

Ships in the night (A Club story)
A summer of Cassidy 3
Competitive breathlessness
Ghosting April
Hanging for his aunt 2
Best laid plans 9
Mika and her lover
The chair and the noose
A walk in the woods
Joyride
Mistress strangles her
Male hot tub drowning

November stories/rewards will fall off at the end of December to make room for January rewards.

As crazy as this world has gotten, I’m surprised we’re still here. Wars, natural disasters, signs in the skies (drones) and this continuous avian flu still attacking the birds, including our chickens. And I’m hearing reports all over of people being laid off from large companies. So I pray you still have your jobs.

We sure had an interesting election cycle; didn’t we. I got tired of all the political ads on the radio and in my mail. And as crazy as all this has been, I have a funny feeling things are going to get even crazier in 2025. I believe this has become our new normal, but I have a sneaking suspicion our “new normal” is going to keep deteriorating. Some people are understandably preparing for the worst.

Mom and I are not worried. For starters, I’m going to focus on my stories. I still sprinkle in some older tales I’ve edited. But I am uploading a lot of newer material written in ‘24 (including one from ‘23). And I’m going to keep focusing on mom while I still have her.

We’re eating out a couple times this week to celebrate Christmas. Our present to each other is to simply spend some time together eating and chatting. And as for the rest of it? I’m just going to sit back with some popcorn and soda and see what happens. You’ve probably guessed by now Who I’m putting my faith and hope in, and it certainly isn’t the incoming administration, although I do hope things change for the better.

I hope and pray you all have a very nice Christmas with friends and family. And have a happy New Year. Me and my stories will catch up to you in January. Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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Forgiveness 2.8 (16)

Corrie ten Boom on Forgiveness

In this story from November 1972, the author of The Hiding Place recalls forgiving a guard at the concentration camp where her sister died.

It was in a church in Munich that I saw him, a balding heavyset man in a gray overcoat, a brown felt hat clutched between his hands. People were filing out of the basement room where I had just spoken, moving along the rows of wooden chairs to the door at the rear.

It was 1947 and I had come from Holland to defeated Germany with the message that God forgives.

It was the truth they needed most to hear in that bitter, bombed-out land, and I gave them my favorite mental picture. Maybe because the sea is never far from a Hollander’s mind, I liked to think that that’s where forgiven sins were thrown.

When we confess our sins,” I said, “God casts them into the deepest ocean, gone forever.”

The solemn faces stared back at me, not quite daring to believe. There were never questions after a talk in Germany in 1947. People stood up in silence, in silence collected their wraps, in silence left the room.

And that’s when I saw him, working his way forward against the others. One moment I saw the overcoat and the brown hat; the next, a blue uniform and a visored cap with its skull and crossbones.

It came back with a rush: the huge room with its harsh overhead lights, the pathetic pile of dresses and shoes in the center of the floor, the shame of walking naked past this man. I could see my sister’s frail form ahead of me, ribs sharp beneath the parchment skin. Betsie, how thin you were!

Betsie and I had been arrested for concealing Jews in our home during the Nazi occupation of Holland; this man had been a guard at Ravensbrück concentration camp where we were sent.

Now he was in front of me, hand thrust out: “A fine message, fräulein! How good it is to know that, as you say, all our sins are at the bottom of the sea!”

And I, who had spoken so glibly of forgiveness, fumbled in my pocketbook rather than take that hand. He would not remember me, of course–how could he remember one prisoner among those thousands of women?

But I remembered him and the leather crop swinging from his belt. It was the first time since my release that I had been face to face with one of my captors and my blood seemed to freeze.

You mentioned Ravensbrück in your talk,” he was saying. “I was a guard in there.” No, he did not remember me.

But since that time,” he went on, “I have become a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well. Fräulein”–again the hand came out–“will you forgive me?”

And I stood there–I whose sins had every day to be forgiven–and could not. Betsie had died in that place–could he erase her slow terrible death simply for the asking?

It could not have been many seconds that he stood there, hand held out, but to me it seemed hours as I wrestled with the most difficult thing I had ever had to do.

For I had to do it–I knew that. The message that God forgives has a prior condition: that we forgive those who have injured us. “If you do not forgive men their trespasses,” Jesus says, “neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses.”

I knew it not only as a commandment of God, but as a daily experience. Since the end of the war I had had a home in Holland for victims of Nazi brutality.

Those who were able to forgive their former enemies were able also to return to the outside world and rebuild their lives, no matter what the physical scars. Those who nursed their bitterness remained invalids. It was as simple and as horrible as that.

And still I stood there with the coldness clutching my heart. But forgiveness is not an emotion–I knew that too. Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.

Jesus, help me!” I prayed silently. “I can lift my hand. I can do that much. You supply the feeling.”

And so woodenly, mechanically, I thrust my hand into the one stretched out to me. And as I did, an incredible thing took place. The current started in my shoulder, raced down my arm, sprang into our joined hands. And then this healing warmth seemed to flood my whole being, bringing tears to my eyes.

I forgive you, brother!” I cried. “With all my heart!”

For a long moment we grasped each other’s hands, the former guard and the former prisoner. I had never known God’s love so intensely as I did then.

And having thus learned to forgive in this hardest of situations, I never again had difficulty in forgiving: I wish I could say it! I wish I could say that merciful and charitable thoughts just naturally flowed from me from then on. But they didn’t.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned at 80 years of age, it’s that I can’t store up good feelings and behavior–but only draw them fresh from God each day.

Maybe I’m glad it’s that way. For every time I go to Him, He teaches me something else. I recall the time, some 15 years ago, when some Christian friends whom I loved and trusted did something which hurt me.

You would have thought that, having forgiven the Nazi guard, this would have been child’s play. It wasn’t. For weeks I seethed inside. But at last I asked God again to work His miracle in me. And again it happened: first the cold-blooded decision, then the flood of joy and peace.

I had forgiven my friends; I was restored to my Father.

Then, why was I suddenly awake in the middle of the night, hashing over the whole affair again? My friends! I thought. People I loved! If it had been strangers, I wouldn’t have minded so.

I sat up and switched on the light. “Father, I though it was all forgiven! Please help me do it!”

But the next night I woke up again. They’d talked so sweetly too! Never a hint of what they were planning. “Father!” I cried in alarm. “Help me!”

His help came in the form of a kindly Lutheran pastor to whom I confessed my failure after two sleepless weeks.

Up in that church tower,” he said, nodding out the window, “is a bell which is rung by pulling on a rope. But you know what? After the sexton lets go of the rope, the bell keeps on swinging. First ding then dong. Slower and slower until there’s a final dong and it stops.

I believe the same thing is true of forgiveness. When we forgive someone, we take our hand off the rope. But if we’ve been tugging at our grievances for a long time, we mustn’t be surprised if the old angry thoughts keep coming for a while. They’re just the ding-dongs of the old bell slowing down.”

And so it proved to be. There were a few more midnight reverberations, a couple of dings when the subject came up in my conversation. But the force–which was my willingness in the matter–had gone out of them. They came less and less often and at last stopped altogether.

And so I discovered another secret of forgiveness: that we can trust God not only above our emotions, but also above our thoughts.

And still He had more to teach me, even in this single episode. Because many years later, in 1970, an American with whom I had shared the ding-dong principle came to visit me in Holland and met the people involved. “Aren’t those the friends who let you down?” he asked as they left my apartment.

Yes,” I said a little smugly. “You can see it’s all forgiven.”

By you, yes,” he said. “But what about them? Have they accepted your forgiveness?”

They say there’s nothing to forgive! They deny it ever happened. But I can prove it!” I went eagerly to my desk. “I have it in black and white! I saved all their letters and I can show you where–”

Corrie!” My friend slipped his arm through mine and gently closed the drawer. “Aren’t you the one whose sins are at the bottom of the sea? And are the sins of your friends etched in black and white?”

For an anguishing moment I could not find my voice. “Lord Jesus,” I whispered at last, “who takes all my sins away, forgive me for preserving all these years the evidence against others! Give me grace to burn all the blacks and whites as a sweet-smelling sacrifice to Your glory.”

I did not go to sleep that night until I had gone through my desk and pulled out those letters–curling now with age–and fed them all into my little coal-burning grate. As the flames leaped and glowed, so did my heart.

Forgive us our trespasses,” Jesus taught us to pray, “as we forgive those who trespass against us.” In the ashes of those letters I was seeing yet another facet of His mercy. What more He would teach me about forgiveness in the days ahead I didn’t know, but tonight’s was good news enough.

When we bring our sins to Jesus, He not only forgives them, He makes them as if they had never been.

*****

I have my own story (I think most of us do), although it is not so dramatic as the ones she listed above. In fact, it’s rather trivial.

Many years ago, I awoke to discover our mailbox had been beaten in, presumably with a baseball bat. I was angry, although my wife did not seem to share my reaction. As I recall, I finally ended up getting a new one as I could not save the smashed one.

For weeks afterwards, every time I saw a smashed or dented mailbox, I relived what had been done to ours. I would seethe inside. Then I would pray such noble prayers as “Get ‘em, God!” But this did not bring me piece.

Like Corrie Ten Boom, I finally made the mechanical, cold-blooded decision to forgive. I said the words, and I asked God to help me mean them. Besides, I knew I had to forgive if I wanted to be forgiven.

It took a few days. Thoughts kept coming to my mind about our precious mailbox, destroyed, discarded and replaced. So I would remind myself that I had forgiven them. And I would pray for them again. It finally got to the point where seeing a dented mailbox in my travels no longer bothered me.

There have been many more instances since then. Many times I have been hurt by those I thought cared about me. And I have needed to forgive.

Sometimes it took me a while before I finally said the words. But when I did, I would always ask God to change my heart so that I meant them. And He has always given me a peace, as though lifting a heavy burden right up from off my shoulders.

Even after having moved back to be closer to mom, I kept running into instances where I needed to forgive. I’ve even had a recent one. But God takes me all the way back to that mailbox to remind me that it is so much better on me, my health, and my spirit, if I will just forgive and release the offense.

I am reminded of A Christmas Carol, and old Jacob Marley and the chains and blocks he drags around. To me, each block represents another wrong committed against him, another wrong he refuses to let go of. He must remember it, nurture it, keep it fresh. But by doing so, he adds to his chains of unforgiveness until he can hardly move forward anymore, living a life full of nothing but misery, resentment, and remembered offenses.

I struggle with high blood pressure. By forgiving others, it frees me from stress and anxiety that could be oh, so fatal to me one day. Besides, it reminds me of the sins I need to be forgiven of, the sins God has cast into the sea.

If he can do that for me, an unworthy sinner, the least I can do is to forgive others. And if it’s a struggle to forgive, I know that if I just say the words (when I may not feel like it) while asking God to help me change my heart, I know He will be faithful and will take the burden away and fill me with peace and joy.

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Hailee and the ridge 3.1 (26)

Hailee had explored much of the land and water beyond her back yard. But there was one place she had yet to investigate. It was an underwater ridge twenty yards farther out from shore.

She’d swam out there several times before. Hailee had even been tempted to head off the ridge and see how far down it went. But each time she’d hesitated… until today.

She sat on the shoreline and strapped on a pair of dive fins. Hailee pulled down a black dive mask over her face. Then she waded out into the water.

The depth was easy enough to handle. She was a good swimmer, and was confident in her abilities. It was what lay beyond the ridge that both concerned and intrigued her.

She waded out and then finned underwater until she reached the ridge and surfaced. The plateau was nine feet below her. What lay beyond the ridge was deeper still.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She’d been putting off this moment for a long time. Now she wanted to see what had up ‘til now been just out of reach.

Hailee filled her lungs. Then she angled herself downward. She reached the ridge and went right over the edge.

She kicked with long, smooth strokes of her dive fins. They easily propelled her downward. The bottom was certainly deep enough. But the water was clear, and she could easily see what lay below.

She reached the ocean floor within a good fifteen or twenty seconds. Her confidence swelled within her. It was quite the drop-off. But now she saw how easy it was to reach the bottom, especially swimming down using her dive fins.

She saw there were crevasses scattered about. The one she was in was littered with smooth stones that led to a sandy incline. Hailee decided to follow that particular path, not wanting to tarry on the ocean floor too long.

The rocky bottom gave way to a sandy slope. She followed it upward, grateful it was taking her toward the surface. Already she could feel the pressure of the depths upon her body.

The path ended in front of a sloping wall. Hailee followed it straight up, releasing bubbles out of her mouth. Soon she reached the top of the ridge until she was once more in shallow water.

Hailee surfaced and panted for breath. Her heart beat with excitement. This was the first time she’d mastered her fear of the ridge and what lay beyond.

She was proud it hadn’t cost her that much time underwater. She was certainly a good breath-holder and had been concerned how long she would have to hold it going down and back. But the entire swim had barely taken over a minute, hardly taxing her abilities at all.

Hailee moved back over to the top of the ridge, treading water up at the surface. She filled her lungs and headed back down. This time she finned slower, wanting to take her time exploring.

Once more she went right over the edge. It was a long way down. She bottomed out once again at what felt like a good fifty or sixty feet.

She slowly looked all around before deciding to take that same path angling up the incline. She knew she would run into that dead end and be forced upward. But now there was very little fear involved.

She finned slowly, taking her time while examining the bottom. The rocky soil soon gave way to the sandy incline. Hailee followed the path until she ran into the wall, causing her to slowly fin her way back up to the top while releasing air out of her mouth.

She surfaced and panted for breath. The view had been exhilarating. What’s more, her breath-holding abilities had not been the least bit challenged.

She finned over to her starting point above the ridge again. Hailee filled her lungs and submerged once more. This time she skulled herself down until she was virtually standing upright on the ridge.

She peered over the edge, looking down into the crevasse. She released a few bubbles before tipping herself forward. Then she slowly finned her way downward again.

It was still a long way down, just like her past two dives. Hailee felt that familiar surge of excitement in her gut. Yet she experienced a growing confidence she had nothing whatsoever to worry about.

She reached the bottom of the crevasse. Instead of heading for the incline, she paused to examine the rocks along the ocean floor. They’d been smoothed over from centuries of lying on the bottom.

She took her time slowly finning along the bottom. She wanted to explore the crevasse, although there really wasn’t much to it. That’s when she stumbled upon a larger stone lying in a pile of smaller ones.

Curious, she picked it up and hefted it in her arms. Then she looked up at the ridge above her. It was a long way back to the surface. But she wasn’t feeling the strain in her lungs just yet.

Hailee smiled as she began to carry the stone along the bottom toward the sandy slope. It wasn’t all that heavy. But it helped keep her on the ocean floor.

Her fins hindered her progress as she moved along. They were not designed for taking long walks on the ocean floor. At least the protected her bare feet from the rocks she stepped upon.

She had just reached the sandy part of the trail when she felt it in her lungs. It was time to go. Hailee dropped the stone and released a burst of bubbles as she headed for the surface.

This time there was a small surge of concern as she propelled herself upward. Instinctively she used powerful strokes of her fins to rapidly make the ascent. But her anxiety faded as she drew closer to the surface.

She went all the way up until she popped her head up, gasping quietly for breath. The moment of excitement passed. That time she’d stayed down longer and had almost run out of air. She’d experienced a brief thrill that quickly faded.

Hailee decided she was going to go back down. So she filled her lungs before submerging. Once more she worked herself down onto the ridge.

She looked downward, trying to find the large rock she’d discovered. But it was just out of sight. She would have to start down the wall in order to locate it.

Hailee went over the side head first. This time she pulled with her arms, trying not to use her fins as much. It took longer, but she was able to make it easily enough.

She reached the bottom of the rocky crevasse. Hailee turned and slowly finned toward the incline. The stone was still there, right where she’d left it.

She swam over to it and picked it up. It was heavy enough, yet she could easily carry it. That’s when Hailee looked up at the ridge, suddenly deep in thought.

With the stone in her hands, she launched herself upward off the sandy part of the incline. She had to fin harder to propel herself upward, releasing more air along the way. The rock as well as her negative buoyancy slowed her ascent, giving her a brief surge of anxiety.

The top of the ridge drew closer. Hailee aimed right for it, her heart beating fast as her lungs began to burn. Then she was there, the surface barely nine or ten feet above her.

She dropped the stone onto the edge of the ridge, making sure it didn’t go tumbling back over. Her lungs were burning as little spurts of air spewed past her lips. Then she finished the swim upward, gasping for breath once her head cleared the surface.

Hailee tread water while catching her breath. That one had been a longer swim and had taxed her abilities. But she felt proud she’d handled herself well.

She considered the stone sitting on the edge of the ridge. That’s when an interesting thought crossed her mind. She felt a surge of anxiety over what she was contemplating. But she still wanted to attempt it.

Hailee waited until she’d gotten her breath back. She carefully slipped out of her dive fins. They drifted to the surface where they quietly bobbed in place.

Hailee filled her lungs before she could change her mind. Then she skulled herself downward. Her bare feet came in contact with the ridge in close proximity to the stone.

She bent down to pick it up. Then she hefted it in her arms. But she felt a sudden surge of concern, and she let it go as she returned to the surface.

Hailee popped up panting quietly for breath. Then she grabbed her fins and slipped them back on. That’s when she shook her head… hunh – unh. She was going to make sure she could get back to the surface easily enough.

Once more Hailee filled her lungs before submerging to the top of the ridge. She crouched down and picked up the stone. Then she hefted it in her arms as she stepped forward to the edge.

A brief surge of anxiety flushed through her once more. ‘Here goes nothing,’ she told herself. Then she leaned forward, stretching the stone out in front of her in her outstretched arms.

Hailee choose not to kick or do anything else. She simply allowed the weight of the stone to pull her downward. She easily cleared the wall of the ridge as she headed straight for the bottom.

Hailee felt an erotic thrill as she made the descent. Once more she felt the pressure increase the deeper she went. But she was all caught up in the excitement of her time on the ridge and the little game she was attempting.

The stone took her right down until it came in contact with a pile of its kindred where she let it go. It had taken hardly any time at all to make the descent. Hailee doubted she could have finned her way to the bottom all that much faster.

She grinned inwardly, bubbles trickling out of her mouth. She picked it back up in her hands. Then she tried to make the walk across the rocky bottom toward the sandy incline.

Once more, the fins made it difficult to proceed. They were long and floppy. She had to walk much slower.

At first Hailee thought about dropping the rock right then and there. Instead, she launched herself back up toward the surface with the stone in her hands. She released bubbles out of her mouth as she propelled herself upward, using long, powerful strokes of her dive fins.

At first it felt like a chore, and an anxious one at that. But she could tell she was making headway. She soon reached the top of the ridge where she deposited the stone and then headed for the surface.

Hailee popped up gasping quietly for breath. Now she’d become excited about her newfound discovery. What’s more, she really wanted to try what she’d been previously considering.

Hailee removed her dive fins again. She left them bobbing at the surface as she filled her lungs. Then she descended toward the ridge.

She picked up the stone in her hands and quickly moved to the edge of the ridge. Once more she felt that erotic thrill of anxiety. This time she simply stretched her arms outward with the stone in her hands, launching herself forward.

The added weight dutifully took her right off the ridge. Hailee hung on tight as she began her descent. Once more, she had to fight against that instinctive surge of anxiety that wanted to overwhelm her.

She felt the pressure increase as she headed to the bottom. Hailee felt an erotic thrill as she went all the way down along the wall of the ridge. The bottom soon rushed up to meet her.

Instead of allowing the stone to touch the ocean floor, Haile twisted until she landed upon her feet. Her hair flowed upward before coming down all around her eyes. That had been more thrilling than she could have possibly imagined.

Hailee turned and began to carry the stone over the rocky ground. But she could already feel it in her lungs. She knew she should be able to hold her breath longer. But she figured it was because of the thrill of the descent with the rock in her hands.

She dropped the stone and kicked off the bottom for the long swim back to the surface. Hailee released bubbles out of her mouth as she followed the wall of the ridge. The pressure eased the closer she got to the surface.

She came all the way up and gasped quietly for breath. What should she do now? Should she go down, get the rock and try again?

Hailee wasn’t sure she could get it back to the top of the ridge without her dive fins. So she retrieved them and slipped them onto her feet. Then she filled her lungs before angling downward.

She went right over the edge of the ridge, zeroing in on the rock. She wanted to dive off the ridge again with the stone in her hands. This time she wanted to see how far she could carry it along the ocean floor before being forced to return to the surface.

Once more, it felt like a long way down. By now Hailee was getting used to it. She was actually thrilled at having to make such a deep dive under her own power.

She reached the bottom and found the stone. She picked it up and headed back to the surface with long, powerful strokes of her fins. It was a long way, and she released bubbles out of her mouth.

The pressure eased as she approached the surface. She reached the ridge and deposited the rock. Then she headed for the surface to catch her breath.

Hailee popped up panting quietly. Her plan was to allow the rock to take her all the way down. Then she wanted to know how far she could carry it before lack of air forced her to return to the surface.

She slipped out of her dive fins yet again. She was tempted to jettison them altogether. But they sure were helpful in getting that stone back to the top of the ridge. It was just about the right weight for her to handle.

She caught her breath and then filled her lungs. Hailee submerged to the top of the ridge and the waiting stone. The anxiety she always felt quickly returned, although it was not as intense as before.

She held the stone in her hands as she looked down over the edge. It gave her a fearful thrill. But she’d already done it once before. She was sure she could do it again.

Down she went, stretching out the stone ahead of her toward the ocean floor. Hailee felt that familiar surge of erotic anxiety. It gave her quite a thrill hanging onto some weight as she was pulled to the ocean floor.

She went all the way to the bottom, easily making it on the breath in her lungs. Once again, she twisted in place until she came down on her feet. Hailey wanted to make sure her feet were underneath her so she could begin her walk.

Hailee turned and began the long climb up the rocky slope. Her feet slipped among the smooth surface of the many stones. Thankfully there was nothing jagged upon which to cut herself.

She started up the slope, slow and steady. This time it felt like she had more air left in her lungs. She could hold her breath longer so long as she didn’t panic while making each descent.

Hailee powered forward with her legs, searching for solid places in which to put each foot. She slipped on the rocks as she made the climb. She wanted to reach the sandy soil up ahead. But she could feel her lungs starting to protest again.

Hailee was disappointed with herself. She knew she could stay down longer. And she was sure she could reach that sandy part of the trail. But she dropped the rock and began the long swim back to the surface.

She released bubbles as she made the ascent. Each time up made her think it was such a long way that she might not make it. Yet each time she always surfaced with room to spare.

She passed the top of the ridge on the way to the surface. She located her bobbing dive fins and headed in that direction. She would need them to go back down and retrieve the rock.

Hailee popped up gasping quietly for breath. She corralled the fins and attached them to her bare feet. She waited another minute to catch her breath. Then she submerged to begin the long swim back down.

She went over the ridge and headed downward. She zeroed in on the location of the stone she’d been using. She wanted to keep using the same one; it was virtually the perfect weight.

She reached the bottom and did a quick search for the stone she wanted. She spotted it and hefted it in her hands. Yup; this was the one she wanted.

Hailee turned and headed back to the surface. She released bubbles out of her mouth as she made the lengthy climb up the side of the ridge. It was still intimidating to know how deep she was. But she was proving over and over to herself just how easy it was to make the swim.

She reached the top of the ridge, swam over to the spot she wanted, and dropped off the rock. Then she headed on to the surface. Her lungs were just beginning to protest when she burst up gasping quietly for breath.

She paused to get her breath back while shedding her dive fins. She looked all around, noticing she was still alone. That was ok as she enjoyed making these exploratory swims by herself.

She filled her lungs and headed for the ridge below. Hailee picked up the stone and hefted it in her hands. There was no point in dilly-dallying, not if she wanted to make a nice long walk on the ocean floor with the stone in her hands.

Hailee launched herself over the edge of the ridge. Once more, she held the stone outstretched in her hands. It took her down the wall of the ridge to the depths below.

Damn; it was deep! She never could seem to get used to it. Hailee concentrated on holding her breath, wanting to conserve every molecule of air for her walk along the bottom.

She reached the ocean floor and turned herself around until she landed on her feet. She only paused a moment before turning and beginning her walk. She followed the uphill path, her feet fumbling through the numerous smooth stones along the way.

She knew she could go farther. After all, she had plenty of air in her lungs. A steady pace would accomplish a great deal, so long as she didn’t panic or become too anxious.

It wasn’t that far to the sandy part of the incline. Hailee kept at it, determined to make the entire length on one breath. She felt a growing thrill as she approached her destination.

She reached the sand and began to climb upward, her toes digging into the soft bottom. Hailee felt a thrill at having made it this far. This was good exercise, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Hailee followed the path to the left. A few more yards and she would reach the wall that dead-ended the crevasse she was in. She was proud she was going to make the walk with the stone in her hand on one breath.

Hailee suddenly became aware of a disturbance in the soil. Was it her vision? Had she pushed herself to the point of it affecting her senses?

Something came down on her shoulder. Hailee looked up in time to see part of the wall coming down on her. She let out a cry of alarm as she dropped the stone.

She tried to launch herself up off the ocean floor while shying away from the descending material. But it was too late. She got caught up in it until she found herself being forced back down to the bottom of the crevasse.

Instinctively she held her breath, fearing the worst. Her vision blurred in an instant. She thought for sure she would be buried and might never be found again.

She was aware of a faint rumbling in the distance. Then all became quiet. She waited for more of the side of the crevasse to come down on her. But it didn’t.

She suddenly became aware of aching lungs. She needed to return to the surface. But she was buried up to her torso in material from the side of the wall.

She grunted and bubbled as she struggled to free herself. There was a lot of dirt and rock on top of her. It reminded her of that time on the beach with her friends when she’d been buried up to her hips in sand.

That time it had been difficult to extricate herself. This felt even worse. She struggled to pull her legs out as her lungs began to burn.

Hailee grunted and bubbled as she pulled to free herself. She thought she could feel her left leg starting to pull free. The right one seemed worse, and she struggled to work it loose.

The strain in her lungs worsened. Her stomach began to ripple. The water all around her was still blurry from the sediment being disturbed. She could taste particles of dirt in her mouth.

Hailee grunted as the fear intensified. Her lungs began to heave more insistently. She frantically clawed at the sediment covering her lower extremities.

She felt her left leg come free. But her right one felt like it was wedged against something. She began to tug frantically, her lungs screaming at her.

A convulsion nearly made her lose her breath. Instinctively she covered her mouth as she looked upward. Her vision was still brown and murky.

She shook her head, grunting and bubbling as she waved upward with her arms. She struggled to free herself, trying to use her left leg for leverage. The right one was slowly coming free, but there was too much dirt and sediment involved.

Hailee suddenly spewed her breath away. A moment later she gurgled as she involuntarily swallowed. That’s when she went into convulsions as she began to suck water down her windpipe.

She tried to scream, but it came out in a gurgle. She blinked as she thrashed about within the sediment she was still hung up in. She hitched and gurgled until her spasms began to ease.

She couldn’t believe how much it hurt. Hailee couldn’t understand how she was still conscious. Then she felt something very wrong begin to occur to her vital organs.

She cried out in her mind as her vision faded. Then consciousness mercifully slipped away. She settled in the sediment, her hands instinctively outstretched toward the ridge above her.

Her dive fins would be carried in to shore. But the currents would move them farther down the shoreline. It would make things all the more difficult for someone trying to discover where she had gone and what might have happened to her.

2021 (written for JQPublic Mar 13 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by vidcaps made from a video clip I found.)

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Noosed by her mother 4.5 (77)

My daughter Leona told me she wanted to do it. Hell, she practically begged me! So I set it up for her.

I put her in tight, sexy latex. It hugged her body and legs. It made her look incredibly hot.

Next, she wanted the blindfold. She said it would be scary without any vision. She wanted a lot of fear because she wanted to fully embrace the experience.

I made the rope nice and snug around her legs and chest. She begged me to make it tighter. Surely she had to have been uncomfortable. But she didn’t protest.

Finally it was time for the noose. I made sure she felt it as I looped it around her throat and then snugged it tight. She gasped and whimpered.

Nice and thick, honey… just perfect for a long, sexy hanging.”

Really, mother?” I could tell she was trembling as she panted for breath.

I rubbed my fingers through her crotch, pressing against her womanhood. Instinctively she writhed as she tried to clench. “Horny, honey?” I purred seductively.

Like you wouldn’t believe, mother.”

Scared?”

Terrified… yet I’m feeling incredibly thrilled.”

“I think you’re ready, honey. I know I’m certainly ready to see you hang. So let’s get you up into the air, shall we?”

“An hour, mom?” She sounded scared, yet enthusiastic.

“An hour, darling. Not one second less.”

You promise?”

I promise.”

“And if I… if I don’t survive?”

“Then I’m going to cum, honey… probably several times.”

You’re going to cum? Watching me hang to death?”

Yes, honey. I’m going to cum watching you hang to death.”

She inhaled sharply as though struggling to catch her breath. Then she tried to lift herself proud and upright. “I’m ready mother… no wait! You mean I might really die?”

Yes, honey. An hour is a long time. The noose is liable to strangle you to death.”

Gawd! Now I… I don’t know.”

Having second thoughts, honey?” I seductively rubbed my hands all over her body before running my fingers through her crotch again.

She writhed and clenched as she panted. “Gawd, I… I just don’t… I mean… I’m so scared… yet I’m so excited!”

Yay or nay, darling? Your mother needs to know.”

You r-really want to watch me hang to death, mother?”

If it comes to that… yes.”

I probably shouldn’t have. But I whispered into her ear, “I’m probably going to cum the moment your feet leave the floor.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Then she blurted out, “Do it, mom! Just hang me already!”

I never gave her the chance to change her mind. A moment later she was hoisted up into the air. Her toes stretched down to a floor that was now six inches away.

She let out a rasp for breath. Then she started wriggling like a worm. She shook and trembled all over.

I winced as it hit me hard. Sexual pleasure washed warmly through my body. Then I heard her rasp, “M-mother?”

You’ve got an hour to go, darling.”

I… I don’t… oh, gawd…” And with that she began to wriggle like a worm again.

I could feel another climax approaching. I stepped close and whispered, “Do you want down, honey?”

She wriggled in the noose. “Yssss… NO!”

Good girl.” Then I ran my fingers through her crotch again, rubbing her womanhood.

She squeezed against my fingers. She wriggled like a fish on a line. “One hour, honey,” I purred into her ear. “My gawd! You look sexy as hell strangling to death in that noose.”

She rasped and gurgled. Then she wriggled again. “Just relax, honey. Relax and let the experience envelop you.”

She hung limp for a while. Seconds turned into minutes. Then she began to wriggle again.

I caressed her body all over. Then I ran my fingers through her crotch. I could feel a reaction to the pressure I applied.

She appeared to settle down again. She gently shimmied in the noose. I could just make out little movements in her sexy form.

I checked my watch. “Fifteen minutes, honey. You still have a long way to go. Mmmm, so sexy.”

She started to struggle again. “Relax, honey,” I purred into her ear. Then I fingered her crotch again.

She writhed and clenched. I fingered her harder. She clenched even more until she appeared to shudder.

That’s lovely, honey. That looked like it must have been a nice one. Now relax and settle in.”

She tried to hang limp. But it must have been impossible. She began to shimmy again before she started to wriggle like a fish on a line.

She tried to rasp something. I breathed into her ear, “Not this time, honey. You had your opportunity. You’re going the full hour now. Deep down, I know you want to. I know I’m sure as hell committed to this to the very end!”

She gawked as she began to wriggle again. “You’ll wear yourself out that way, honey. The noose will only get tighter. Relax; you’re halfway there.”

I caressed her all over, my pussy throbbing like crazy. She relaxed a little. I thrust fingers through her crotch, and she writhed and clenched.

She grunted. Then she started to wriggle like a worm. She dolphin-kicked harder.

I cried out as pleasure washed over me. “Gawd, honey! I think you want to hang yourself to death for me!”

She shuddered in the noose. I could tell she’d experienced another climax of her own. Then she settled down again.

I checked my watch. Twenty minutes to go. Was she going to make it? I had mixed emotions over my own personal desires.

I began caressing her again as the minutes ticked down. She started to shimmy again. I rubbed my fingers through her crotch to give her something else to think about.

She clenched and wriggled. Drool spilled off her tongue. It was starting to protrude past her lips.

Fourteen minutes, honey. Can you hold out that long? Or are you going to hang to death for your dear mother?”

Something must have triggered inside her. She began fighting the noose like crazy. She couldn’t make herself stop.

Honey, you’d better be careful. You’re going to lethally tighten that noose and hang yourself to death.” She just wriggled harder.

More drool spilled off her tongue. Her struggles began sporadic and haphazard. I could tell she was moving into the final phase.

Her struggles lessened. Her face was definitely turning red. Her lips were almost blue.

She finally hung limp with about seven minutes to go. There was only the occasional muscle spasm. I winced as pleasure flowed through me again.

I saw her through the last six minutes. Then I checked for a pulse. There was none. I shuddered from one last, shameful orgasm. Then I left her there to enjoy the experience for another hour before taking her down to dispose of her body.

7-16-21 Inspired by the drawing I included. I believe the artist’s name is Louiselatexmalick.

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Drowning the gangbang bitch 4.2 (28)

The ad in the newspaper said they were looking for a gangbang bitch. They wanted a woman who would be interested in a sexual challenge. It meant she would get all the cum she could handle.

She should’ve known better. But Dottie’s curiosity – and her overly active libido – got the better of her.

She called the number that was listed. The voice on the other end of the line curtly ordered her to show up at a certain address at a certain time. But she needn’t bother coming unless she was fully committed to whatever would be done to her.

Dottie didn’t know what to expect. But a gangbang sounded erotic as hell. She wondered what it would feel like to be pumped full of all that cum, much less have it splattered all over her naked body.

She showed up at the appointed time and place. Dottie found two vans waiting for her. Both were full of eager males.

Oh, fuck!” she gasped, shivering with an erotic thrill. She trembled as she stepped out of her vehicle. It occurred to her this might not be the safest thing in the world to do. But she was aroused like never before.

Before she could react, a handful of men charged toward her. They grabbed onto her and began removing all her clothes right there beside her vehicle. Dottie’s excitement morphed into a sense of nervous unease.

Easy, lads; there’ll be plenty for all.” But her words fell on deaf ears. Soon she was stripped out of her clothes.

Before she knew what was happening she was tossed into the back of one of the vans. A moment later she had cocks in her mouth and hands. That’s when the vehicle she was in started moving.

She cried out into the cock in her mouth. How was she supposed to get back to her car?? Bloody hell, her clothes had been left on the ground back there!

She had no idea where she was being taken. Besides, she was too busy taking cocks already. It wasn’t long before she was on her hands and knees, taking one in her mouth and another in her quivering slit.

Two more filled her hands. Everyone other than the driver was taking part. Bloody hell; wasn’t this getting the party started a little early??

In no time at all, the one down her throat went off. Dottie swallowed hot, salty seed. It gave her a perverse thrill.

It wasn’t long before the one in her pussy exploded. It overwhelmed her senses. She went off with an orgasmic cry that became muffled once another cock pushed itself in past her lips.

She was barely aware the pavement beneath the tires had given way to dirt. Perhaps she should have been concerned. But she was too busy taking cock after cock inside the van.

She tasted the salty tang of each exploding dick in her mouth. Her pussy began to drip from receiving so many cums. By the time the vehicle finally came to a stop, she was half-drunk with lust and orgasms.

She found herself at some local swimming hole she did not recognize. She was dragged to the water and thrown in. The men stripped naked before jumping in after her.

Once again she was impaled in both ends. Sometimes she was allowed up at the surface. Other times she had to hold her breath as she was held underwater until she thought her lungs were going to burst.

Sucking underwater dick was a thrill. She always did have a bit of a fantasy about being drowned. To be fucked and drowned by the men she was with gave her an erotic shiver something fierce.

Perhaps she should have been more concerned over where she was and the inherent dangers. But she’d literally become a bitch in heat. Dottie was obsessed with swallowing cock after cock.

She’d always had a gangbang fantasy. This might be the only time she ever got to experience one. She decided to go with it for as long as possible.

Two cocks in her holes became three. Her ass was stretched until she screamed into the cock in her mouth from a massive orgasm. Bubbles erupted up at the surface as she was fucked while being forced to hold her breath.

She was a little disappointed. She wanted them to cum all over her naked body. At least she would be somewhat clean once her experience concluded.

Dottie climaxed again and again until she was finally pulled out of the water. All she could do was gasp like crazy, gulping in an effort to catch her breath. That’s when things took an ominous turn…

She was too weak to resist as they tied her with several lengths of rope. It reminded her of some sort of crazy Japanese bondage, making her tits really jut out. She didn’t know whether to be scared or excited.

She chose the latter when she was dangled horizontally from a tree. That’s when they resumed their fucking of their naked captive. It was erotic as hell despite the discomfort of her situation.

Sometimes they swung her back and forth between two men who would take turns thrusting into her. She was hung in a position where she could get it in both ends. Her jaw became sore, her pussy and ass red and swollen.

They finally finished up with her. Cum dripped out of every hole. Several had indeed spunked on her.

Dottie was dragged back over near the edge of the swimming hole. She panted tiredly for breath, too weak and numbed with a multitude of orgasms to care all that much. The sun was going down… and it had been glorious.

One of the men shimmied up a tree, taking some rope with him. As he pulled on it, Dottie was surprised to find herself being dragged into the water face down. She became concerned over the face her head was submerged.

She was so bloody tired! Didn’t the lads understand all that?? How the hell was she supposed to hold her breath??

Dottie was lifted up into the air by one leg. The other was left untied and hanging uselessly. It was awkward and bloody uncomfortable.

Her arms were bound securely behind her back. There was no way she was getting down without help. Then one of the guys waded into the water.

He came right up to her, her head mere inches above the surface. He smiled as he told her, “Now for the challenging part to our little advertisement we posted. Once a year the lads and I get together and obtain some whore to fuck. Afterwards we always enjoy snuffing the bitch. This year it’s your turn. And we’ve decided to go with a water theme, as you’ve just experienced.”

Dottie’s eyes flew open wide in horror. Lust and excitement gave way to terror and panic. “I didn’t know!” she gasped. “You can’t DO this to me!”

Oh, but we can,” he said with a snicker. “We’re in an isolated part of the woods. Every year we bring a girl here. Fate has brought you to our doorstep. However we WILL give you a sporting chance. All you have to do is keep your head out of the water.”

No… NO!”

Bring her down, Alex.” he called up into the tree above her. “Just enough to submerge her head.”

NO! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

The terror Dottie felt almost masked the surge of fearful eroticism that hit her. She was lowered with jerky bounces into the water. As her blond locks touched the surface, she inhaled sharply before her head was submerged.

The bouncing stopped. She went no lower. Dottie was left to softly sway, her head submerged in water that lapped around her neck.

Panic gripped her she tried to lift herself up out of the water with her stomach muscles. She got up enough to get a breath. She heard cheers from the males watching her.

The pain was incredible. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She was forced to fill her lungs with air before allowing her head to be submerged.

Bubbles came up as she wriggled and struggled. Her sinuses stung, but there was nothing she could do about it. She jerked and twisted, her head still remaining underwater.

She struggled and thrashed about in an attempt to free herself from the ropes that bound her. But it was no use. She needed another breath.

Once again she used her stomach muscles to lift herself up out of the water. She got her head up and gasped madly for breath. It was much harder that before.

Dottie realized she couldn’t keep this up forever. “Please!” she gasped in their direction. “You’ve got to help me! I’m getting tired!”

We understand,” the one who seemed to be the leader acknowledged with a smile. “Remember, we arranged it so you could keep your head up if you work at it. It won’t be our fault if you give up and drown.”

NO! BLOODY HELL: NO!”

Dottie gasped for breath moments before her stomach muscles gave out. Her head went under. Her sinuses stung.

She stayed under longer, trying to rest while holding her breath. Then she lifted her heard up out of the water, trying to bend at the waist. Her stomach muscles felt like they were on fire.

She could not keep herself out of the water for long. Being upside down was making the blood rush to her head. They weren’t really going to watch her drown, were they??

On her next time out of the water, she was only up for about twenty seconds. Then she weakly fell back down, submerging her head with a splash. Bloody hell; she was going to drown!

Fear and the terror sent an erotic jolt to her terribly aroused pussy. Her hands flexed helplessly behind her back. Her body twisted and wriggled as she lost bubbles out of her mouth and nose…

No – no – NO!

Panic set in. Dottie couldn’t lift herself up anymore. She knew all those bloody wankers were watching. But no one lifted a finger to help her.

She suddenly started thrashing about as her lungs screamed for another breath. A moment later it went off in her pussy. Dottie experienced an explosion of warmth as she bucked and jerked, leaving her badly out of breath.

When it passed she tried to lift her head up. Her stomach muscles refused to comply. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore…

Dottie lost a big burst of air. She thrashed about as she struggled to free herself. Then she began swallowing water, gagging on it and then coughing it back up.

She inhaled deeply, her windpipe momentarily seizing up. She tried to scream until a bubbly froth of bubbles came out of her mouth. Her free leg flapped like a dead fish as her body shuddered and twisted.

Every eye was upon the erotic sight of her naked body as she hung there upside down. They could see her shuddering and drowning in water that only covered her head. Her nipples appeared to be incredibly hard as her pussy gushed.

Dottie glubbed and jerked as she tried to inhale, forcing more air out of her lungs. But she could only breathe in more water. She spasmed hard, twisting about until she abruptly stopped struggling.

Sporadic bubbles popped up at the surface after evacuating her flooded lungs. The water quietly rippled around her head in ever growing rings. Dottie hung still other than the occasional muscle twitch. Her untied leg hung loose as her body sagged in death.

The water became still. It rippled again as a few more bubbles came up. It became still again, only to ripple as a couple more bubbles made an appearance.

There was the faintest of shivers that caressed her naked flesh. One more large bubble popped up, creating one last set of ripples that spread outward in concentric circles. Then everything was still. Dottie moved and bubbled no more.

One of the males was selected by lot to cut her down. Her body was taken out to the deepest part of the swimming hole. She was hauled down to the bottom where she was partly covered by the larger rocks that were scattered there. Then the gangbang party climbed into the two vans and headed back to town, vowing to meet again next year to gangbang and then snuff another exciting bitch…

2009; 2020 (written for Dottie Nov 30 ’09; ed. Nov 5 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by the drawing I found and included.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.4 (9)

Coming December rewards

Club website delight
It’s just an iPhone
Making partner
Halal nightmares
Best laid plans 8
Another asphyxia week at the sorority
Hermione and Draco
The half-genie and the lady pirate
I dreamed I drowned them 10
Cumming in the noose
And two or three other stories I’m giving consideration to

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

It’s that time of year again to consider all the things I have to be thankful for. I try to make it a point to be thankful the whole year through. But sometimes we get caught up in life’s uncomfortable details, and thus find it hard to remind ourselves of the blessings we do have. I have a roof over my head, and I have food and finances. I have a car that is now paid off, thanks to you. And I still have my mother, which is doubly meaningful as I’ve learned that a college classmate of mine recently lost his mom. Some people in the US have far less than I have right now, so I try to thank God for my many blessings as often as I can.

This month has been crazy, considering what we all went through back on Nov 5th. But things have not let up after that date. And by all measures, I think things are going to get worse. Even though we are going into the holidays, the world seems to be falling apart all around us. Many have speculated we are in the end times. And from what I’ve witnessed, it would be hard to disagree with that assessment.

I think about you often, especially your kindness in being my patrons. I have concerns you and your families are doing well, especially with reports I hear about bad weather and about the lawlessness that is taking place out there in some locations. Since I cannot be there in person to check up on you, I simply pray for you all. And I pray this holiday season will be special for you, for your families, and for all of us. God bless you, and thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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