The Seductress 5 4.4 (69)

Posted on July 25, 2023 by riwa

PART 5

Church on Sunday was not too bad. I think the thing about Carly’s bet about having sex with me was dying down. I still got the occasional look, but I just ignored it.

After church, I noticed dad talking to Karen Walker. After the conversation, she seemed disappointed about something. I never got to ask her about it, and dad never brought it up in conversation when we got home and had lunch.

It turned into another hot week of stacking hay. On Tuesday, I thought about going out to the lake again after work. A swim was going to feel nice… well, that and experiencing a release near the murky bottom.

It occurred to me I might not be alone if I drove out there. What if Mrs. Walker showed up? What would I do then?

A part of me thought it would be unwise to go out and swim with her again. But another part liked the way we swam and played games and held our breath. I tried to tell myself that’s all we were doing out there, and that everything was fine. But deep down, I knew otherwise.

I was concerned over the fact she was married. I could always pick another day to go out for a swim. But I really wanted to go out and enjoy myself. Besides, what if she wasn’t even out there when I arrived?

I thought about it for the rest of the scorching hot afternoon. I thought about it while I was at home eating dinner. I even thought about it after I’d gotten into my car with my swim bag and headed out to the lake, telling my folks where I was going.

A part of me felt a little guilty about things. But I liked what was happening between Mrs. Walker and myself at the lake. There weren’t many people who enjoyed doing the type of things I liked to do in and underwater.

What if no one was there at the inlet? I might have it all to myself. So I told myself to stop stressing over it.

Imagine my dismay when I saw the Walker car parked there. Now what was I going to do? Maybe it was Carly who’d come out to ask my forgiveness and to make amends for how things had gone. Yeah, and maybe it was Marilyn Monroe risen from the dead out skinny-dipping at my lake.

The raft was just offshore, although I knew it was deep enough right there at that spot to have some fun. I parked a short distance away. Then I got out of my car before taking my bag of swim goodies down to the shore.

I had a bit of a walk from where I’d parked. I peered intently at the wooden raft. There was something yellow on top of it. But I couldn’t quite make out what it was.

A head emerged up beside the raft as a loud gasp carried across the surface toward me. The swimmer appeared to pause to catch her breath. Then she turned in my direction.

A hand waved as I heard, “Hi, Robert! Come on out! The water’s fine!” I instantly recognized Mrs. Walker’s voice.

She called out, “I’m just holding my breath!” Then her head disappeared. Despite my reservations, I was elated to see her… and more than a little aroused.

My conscience indicated this might not be such a good idea. But a part of me really wanted to swim with her. So I told myself all I had to do was just be careful and respectful.

I left my bag, towel and clothes on the shoreline. She submerged without appearing to be wearing any kind of dive mask. So I left mine on shore.

I waded into the water in my light green speedos. Then I scanned down the shoreline toward her and the raft. She had not yet resurfaced.

Upon further reflection, my outfit had not been such a great choice after all, being as how they really showed off my arousal. Had I deliberately worn them in case I might bump into her? My conscience said yes, but I told myself it was merely a coincidence.

I slowly swam myself toward the raft. Without my glasses, I still couldn’t tell what I was seeing on top of the wooden structure. But I certainly had my suspicions.

When I was close enough, I realized it was two discarded bikini pieces. Gawd; that was all I needed! I gulped as my cock stiffened even more in my speedos.

I looked all around. But Mrs. Walker had not yet surfaced. I did see ripples indicating where she’d gone down.

I thought about submerging to find her, just to see what she might be doing. Then I told myself she might want a little privacy. So I swam over to the raft and self-consciously hung on to it, wondering just how much I was really going to enjoy myself in her presence.

She popped up with a loud gasp for breath, startling me as she’d come up right next to me. “Oh there you are, Robert,” she panted. Then she gave me a huge smile as she added, “Love the speedos. They really stand out. It’ll make it easier for me to find you down near the bottom. Good choice.”

I could not keep from blushing. She was holding onto the raft, submerged up to her neck. But I could clearly see her breasts, including her erect nipples.

I stammered, “Uh… Mrs. Walker?” She immediately gave me an angry look.

I quickly corrected myself. “Uh, Karen?” Then I motioned at her as I told her, “You’re out here swimming, uh… uh…”

“…naked?” she asked with an amused chuckle. “There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“Uh… no; of course not!”

“You don’t have a problem with that; do you, Robert?” There was that smile again.

“Uh… not at all.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you once said about coming out here to hold your breath and masturbate. Let me show you what I’ve learned.”

My bulge was becoming more pronounced by the moment. “I, uh… I don’t mean to intrude on your private time.”

“Nonsense. I’m happy for the company. This way, you can save me if I should happen to drown myself.” That smile of hers was infectious.

I still wanted to be careful. But I could feel my resolve giving way. “Are you sure?”

She motioned at the watch on my wrist. “I want you to critique my method while timing me as I hold my breath. Is that ok with you?”

“Uh… sure; if you’d like that.”

“I’d like that very much, Robert.”

She smiled again as she moved away from the raft. Then she waved me to come over as she tread water. I let go of the raft and moved closer.

She filled her lungs before she submerged. I checked my watch before inhaling deeply. Then I submerged after her.

I watched as she sculled herself partway down. She smiled at me as she began touching herself all over. She acted as though she loved the way the water felt on her naked flesh.

I saw it all; there was nothing hidden from view. My cock bulged in my speedos at the erotic sight before me. The color of the fabric made it quite noticeable.

Next time, I vowed to bring along a set of trunks. That way, I could change into them right quick if I needed to. This was proving to be more than a little embarrassing.

I told myself I’d only worn these because I liked how they felt on me. But I already knew that was mostly a lie. Deep down, I’d hoped she’d be out here and would enjoy seeing me in them.

She suddenly came toward me and pulled me closer. I hadn’t wanted to invade her space. Now I could really see everything!

She started to drift up as she caressed her naked body. Then she released bubbles out of her nose. It caused her upward ascent to slow and then stop.

I had to scull downward to maintain my position with her. I released just enough air to stop my upward momentum. That way, I no longer needed to work to stay down.

She drifted there in place as she fondled her mounds. I saw her pull on her nipples a little. Then a hand went down to her crotch.

I watched as she grabbed herself while moaning and bubbling. The other hand groped her breasts as she rubbed between her legs. A few more bubbles came out of her mouth and nose as she masturbated right in front of me.

Maybe she was doing it just to pleasure herself. But she was looking right at me the entire time. Clearly, she wanted me to see what she was doing.

I noticed her starting to drift downward. Mrs. Walker had become negatively buoyant. But it wasn’t long before I was slowly descending as well.

It got cooler and murkier the deeper we went. She really rubbed her crotch. Then she released a burst of air as she started back up.

I followed her up, keeping track of the time. We both burst up together near the raft. I hooked an arm through the ladder while checking my watch.

She smiled as she asked, “How’d I do?”

“You mean touching yourself? Or your time underwater?” I wasn’t entirely certain which one she was referring to.

“Why both, of course!” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

I told her, “We were down for 1:11. As for what you were doing? Well, I… yeah, I thought you were doing just fine.”

“I discovered that when I’m touching myself and I release enough of my breath? I begin to sink.”

“Happens to me all the time. With empty lungs, I really have to work to get back to the surface.”

“I’m beginning to understand why you come out here so often, Robert.” Then she innocently asked, “Would you time me again?”

“Of course.” What else could I say? I couldn’t very well tell her no; could I?

“Oh, just one more thing. I’d like to watch you touch yourself as well. I want to see what you do when you’re submerged. I think it will help give me ideas.”

I blushed again as I told her, “I, uh… I think you’re doing just fine without any of my ideas, Mrs. Wa-, er… Karen.”

“Watch it, Robert,” she replied good-naturedly.

I checked my watch. Then we inhaled before going down together. We sculled downward until it felt like we were about twelve feet down.

She started to touch herself again. When I delayed, she waved at me as she motioned for me to go right ahead and get going. So I began touching my bulge.

She was drifting upward when she released some of her breath. I also released a little of mine as well. We both stopped ascending and drifted in place before we slowly began to slip downward.

She grinned at me as she touched herself all over. Then she really rubbed her crotch. I caressed my chest with one hand as I rubbed my bulge with the other.

Embarrassment gave way to arousal. I still didn’t think it was a very good idea being so close to her naked body like this. But I rationalized to myself that it would be ok.

I got a little more into it, rubbing and squeezing myself. She smiled at me as she became a little more animated. I got the distinct impression she was enjoying having me watch her while I was joining in.

We slowly sank deeper as we released the occasional burst of bubbles. It got murkier, but I never lost sight of her. Seeing her naked had quite the erotic effect on me.

I finally saw her chest start to heave. Mine was aching as well. Then she started pulling for the surface before either one of us could touch the muddy bottom.

I followed her up, noticing how much harder it was to get back to the surface on empty lungs. The pressure lessened as the water lightened up. We went up at about the same speed, slowly chasing the air we’d exhaled.

I tried to time it so we would burst up at about the same moment. We came up panting loudly for breath. I checked the time and told her it had been close to 1:30. She seemed quite happy about that.

“Going down and masturbating is very arousing, Robert. I’m glad you’re out here showing me how and giving me pointers.”

“Oh, I think you’ve pretty much figured it all out for yourself, Karen.”

“How about we try a little kissing?”

“Kissing?”

“How long can we hold our breath while kissing each other? You wouldn’t mind trying that with me; would you, Robert?”

“I, uh… well, I…”

“I mean, I can see you pretty well with those sexy green speedos you’re wearing. But it would sure be a lot easier if we went down together in each other’s arms, wouldn’t it? You don’t mind, do you?”

“Well, I was just thinking about you and your, uh…”

“That would be sharing air; wouldn’t it, Robert? Don’t people sometimes share air when they get into trouble?”

“Yes, they do.” I was embarrassed again, and I could feel my conscience pricking me.

“You don’t mind doing it for my sake, do you? I mean… it’s just for practice, right?”

“Uh… ok.”

She got real close to me. I was definitely aroused… and more than a little uncomfortable. Then we both filled our lungs before slipping below the surface.

She climbed into my lap and held onto me as I grabbed her upper legs. Then she pressed her lips to mine. It did not help soften my bulge in the slightest.

At first, we drifted just below the surface. Then she released a few bubbles out of her nose. I released a few out of mine. It was enough for me to feel us start to drift downward.

Basically, she just pressed her lips to mine the entire time. She didn’t really do much of anything else. It seemed kind of innocent, and I felt ashamed assuming the worst in her.

We kept sinking lower as we embraced. Her naked body felt nice, warm and erotic. I could even feel her breasts pressed up against my chest.

It got colder the deeper we went. I felt the pressure as we slowly descended toward the bottom. But she never humped against me or anything, even though my bulge had to have been fairly obvious as it pressed up against her.

I tried to make damn sure I didn’t hump her or give off any indication this was anything other than a breathhold with our lips pressed together. I sure wanted to though. I really had to fight off the urge.

She maintained a tight embrace with me. An occasional bubble slipped out of her nose or mine. It was incredibly erotic, considering I actually had our attractive youth group leader naked in my lap while she was kissing me underwater.

I finally came in contact with mud. She let out a little grunt, making me think she was pleased we’d bottomed out. But we did not break our kiss.

I felt her lungs start to heave in her chest. She finally let go of me and began to surface on her own. I went up after her until we burst up together at the raft, panting loudly for breath.

We clung to it as she grinned at me. “We reached the bottom on that one, didn’t we? We were going down and then we came to a stop.”

I nodded, “We sure did.”

“That was a decent one, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Then I remembered to check my watch.

“How was our time?”

I told her we’d been down over 1:40. But I didn’t tell her I wasn’t sure if kissing and hugging had made it any easier to do a combined breathhold.

“I didn’t get a very good breath that time. Can we try it again, Robert?”

I was astonished. “Are you sure? You really didn’t get a very good breath?? You did real well for not getting a good breath.”

“You’re sweet to say that. But could we try it again?”

“Sure; why not?”

We filled our lungs and submerged. I tried to check my watch once we had gone under. Then she surprised me by embracing me so tightly that she had literally climbed into my lap while wrapping her legs around me.

We released just enough air to begin a slow descent downward. This time, she began to kiss me a little harder. Her mouth opened as her tongue came out, forcing my lips apart until she was licking my teeth.

My cock stiffened noticeably. This time, Mrs. Walker humped me a little. I instinctively humped her back before I could catch myself.

She groaned into my mouth as her tongue probed deeper. She really ground against my bulge, causing me to hump her back. It was so arousing that I could hardly make out that little warning voice in the back of my head.

It got colder and darker as we drifted deeper. It sure seemed like we were a long way down before I touched the muddy bottom. She just continued to hump me as she violated my mouth with her tongue.

She groaned as I gave her ass an “accidental” squeeze. Then I did it again. She groaned once more as she kissed me deeply. That’s when she really humped my bulge.

She kept her arms wrapped tightly around me like an octopus. Then her lungs heaved in her chest. She broke away and made a mad dash back for the surface.

I followed her up until we burst up together at the raft. I instinctively apologized, wondering if it had been my fault. Besides, I still had that incident with her daughter in the back of my mind.

“Oh no, Robert,” she replied with a shake of her head as she sputtered a little. “Not your fault at all. I was enjoying it so much that I kind of forgot we needed to breathe.”

My conscience got me to ask, “Ready to take a break?” I know it sure would have helped me get my erection back under control.

“Not yet, Robert. I was kind of hoping you’d take off those speedos so I could watch your masturbation method.”

“You were?” I almost blushed again.

“I just want to go back down and hold our breath while we masturbate together. That’s ok with you; isn’t it, Robert? Can’t we just watch each other? I think that would be great!”

I figured watching would be “safer” than any further intimate contact. So I told her, “Uh… sure, Karen. We, uh… we can do that.”

She saw how hesitant I’d become. She chuckled as she gave me a dismissive wave. “Now don’t go all shy on me, Robert. I’ve already seen it; remember? We’re just going down naked together to watch each other masturbate is all.”

I nodded as I pulled down my speedos and threw them on top of the raft. My cock was at full erection, gloriously exposed. I’m sure she saw it. But thankfully, she did not point it out or even make mention of it.

“Ready to go down again? You’ll time us; won’t you, Robert?”

“Of course I will.”

We both inhaled before sculling part way down, no more than two or three feet away from each other. She immediately began touching herself as I stroked my meat. She really seemed enthusiastic, which helped me relax until I’d lost most of my inhibitions.

I watched her thrust a couple of fingers into her slit. She really fucked herself as she lost more of her breath. She was drifting downward, and I stroked a little harder out of excitement at watching what she was doing.

I lost just enough air that I descended right along with her. She suddenly cried out a burst of bubbles, stiffening around the fingers inside her. It took a couple of seconds before she smiled. Then she began heading for the surface.

I followed her up until we burst up gasping for breath. “I think I came that time, Robert! That was incredible! Is that what it’s like… the pressure and aching lungs finally setting you off?”

“Something like that,” I replied with a sheepish smile.

“Have you cum yet?”

“Uh… not yet.”

“Can I help you?”

I really wanted her to. But this time, my conscience finally got through to me. “Oh no, Mrs. Walker… er, uh… Karen. I’m fine.”

“No–no, silly. I just want to hump you while we kiss is all. That should work; shouldn’t it? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you or anything.”

I didn’t want to offend her. So I told her, “Oh, uh… yeah, that would probably work.”

I strongly suspected it wouldn’t take much effort on her part. I was sure I was going to shoot my load against her before we even got halfway down.

“Time us, Robert. I want to see how long I can hold my breath while kissing you.”

“Ok.”

I checked my watch. Then we both inhaled deeply before slipping under the surface. She tightly embraced me, wrapping her legs around me as she started kissing me deeply.

Bubbles trickled out of our noses until we lost our natural buoyancy. Then we started to drift downward. But she hadn’t started humping me just yet.

I wasn’t sure what was going on. Maybe she wanted to wait until we bottomed out before she helped make me cum toward the very end of our breathhold. Besides, once I release, I usually like to head right back up to the surface.

I panicked when she shifted her position. My cock ended up underneath her instead of up against her. Then she started rubbing it against the crack of her ass.

We kept drifting downward, wrapped up in a tight embrace as bubbles trickled out of our noses. I could feel her tongue in my mouth again. She rubbed against my erection, but that was about it.

She seemed to shift her position again. But my cock remained beneath her instead of up against her. It was getting cool and murky; we had to be close to the bottom.

I finally touched mud with my feet. I grunted into her mouth as we continued the passionate kiss. Then she seemed to shift her position again.

Something unexpected happened, because my cock was no longer exposed to lake water. It was somewhere warm and tight. Something was clenching around my shaft. That’s when I realized what had happened.

My first inclination was to disengage. But she embraced me tighter as she began riding me. She grunted and groaned into my mouth as I grunted and groaned back into hers.

It was way too late to try to prevent anything now. I was already inside her… and it felt incredible! But I could tell I would need air soon.

Instinctively, I pushed off the bottom. Then I let go of her with my arms and began pulling upward. She just kept riding me as she remained impaled on my shaft.

We didn’t get very far before I quit swimming us upward. We were drifting weightlessly, slowly descending again. Then she kissed me fiercely as she bounced up and down on my shaft.

The coolness and pressure at the depth of the lake added to my straining lungs. That’s when I felt it swell within me. I wanted to warn her, but by then, it was much too late.

I cried out as I began spurting inside her. She bubbled and groaned into my mouth as she clenched tightly. She kept grinding against me, clenching as though she was trying to milk every last drop out of me.

I suddenly pulled away from her lips as I tried pulling us back to the surface, air spewing out of my mouth. For the moment, she just clung to me as though she didn’t have the strength to let go. The look on her face told me she sure was satisfied about something.

I had to work hard, but it finally did get lighter and warmer. Eventually, she let go and climbed off. Then she swam upward with me.

We both burst up until our heads emerged up at the surface. We panted like crazy as we both swam over to the raft.

It felt incredible while we were in the middle of the action. But I immediately felt regret once the moment had passed. I think someone once called it “post-nut clarity”. I know I’d certainly experienced it with her daughter.

“That was gawd-damn incredible!” she panted. “My gawd; that was good!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker. I didn’t mean to…”

“Oh, don’t apologize, Robert. That was entirely my fault. I must have slipped or something. You did the only thing a young man is supposed to do in a situation like that. I certainly won’t hold it against you.”

She panted heavily as she struggled to get her breath back. “My gawd, Robert! Is that what it feels like to cum at the bottom of the lake? I was all out of breath… and for a minute, I thought I was going to drown. But I didn’t want to stop. Forgive me, Robert; but I didn’t want to stop!”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker. It was all my—”

She cut me off as she asked, “Do you forgive me, Robert?”

“Of course I do.”

She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. “Gawd damn; that was good! Fuck!”

I don’t know why I winced at her language. What we’d done at the bottom of the lake was far worse than her obscenities. Then I heard a familiar female voice call out from shore, “Mom, aren’t you supposed to be at a meeting with Van Ostrum?”

We both turned to look toward the shore. Carly was standing there with her hands on her hips. My face instantly went several shades of red…

2022 (written Nov 13 ’22 by riwa. My thanks to JustPaul for the inspired renders.)

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The Hanging of Cassie Barclay (guest author) 4.1 (43)

Posted on July 20, 2023 by riwa

Bonus story by guest author Rick Jones

I spotted her as she came through the restaurant doors, a small, slightly built girl with long dark hair. She looked a lot like her photograph but seemed to have lost a little weight. I stood up and waved her over, we shook hands quickly. She went to sit down but I stopped her. “Before we continue come to the restroom with me.” I told her.

She looked a little puzzled as I took her arm. The restaurant was almost empty so no one would notice us slipping off together. She didn’t object and followed as we entered the toilet area. I pushed open the disabled toilet door and guided her in.

“I am not being funny Cassie, but I need to be sure that you are not wired or anything.” I told her.

“I have already told you that am not a reporter or police,” she said.

I ignored her and asked for her mobile. She handed it to me, and I took out the battery and handed it back to her after pocketing the battery. “Can I search your bag please?”

“Sure.” She replied as she handed it to me.

There was a small table there and I unzipped it and spilled the contents onto it. I felt a bit embarrassed seeing such items as feminine hygiene products and a pair of clean panties. There were some keys and other odds and ends as well as a purse. I opened it up and tipped the coins onto the table. There were some notes as well as some credit cards. I checked the name on them, and they all tallied with the name she had given me.

“Okay.” I said, satisfied that there were no recording devices there.

I watched as she hurriedly put them all back and then I said that I need to body search her. She said nothing as she stretched out her arms. “I mean strip search.” I told her.

She offered no objection as she began to pull up her top. She pulled it over her head and then began to undo her jeans. I stood and watched as she kicked off her trainers and pushed her jeans all the way down. Moments later she stood in front of me wearing just a red lacy bra and panties set. She looked beautiful; a perfect body that stirred an erection in me. I moved behind her and unclasped her bra.

“Sorry I have to do this.” I told her.

The bra slipped off into her hands and she placed it on the table. I didn’t need to ask about her panties; she pushed them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. As she stood with her hands on her hips I felt a bit of a heel at having to embarrass her like this.

“Thanks Cassie.” I told her. “I just have to be sure; you know.” I added trying to avert her neatly trimmed dark pubic mound.

“It’s okay, I understand,” she told me as she reached for her bra.

Five minutes later she was dressed, and we headed back to our table. I called the waitress over and ordered some coffee.

“So, what do you want to know then?” I asked her.

I knew a lot of things already about her; we had been chatting online for a few months now, but she knew little about me. I rarely chatted to people about my work and my stories, my life was very private, and I liked to keep it that way. Occasionally though you do get people who share a morbid interest in your work and sometimes I let them in. Cassie Barclay was one of the very few that I decided to let in.

“You still work as an executioner?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Not here though,” she said.

I shook my head. “Mainly in the Far East where they still have judicial hangings.” I told her.

“You must be busy then.”

“It’s regular.” I told her. “There are three of us now. Two of them are resident there and they do a lot of the work. I stand in at holidays or when things get very busy.”

“Are they all men?”

I shook my head. “No. I have trained a woman to do it as well.”

“Wow,” she said. “I didn’t think a woman would have the stomach for that.”

“It’s a job like any other.” I told her “She is very efficient.”

“It doesn’t bother you then, hanging people, I mean?”

“I don’t get caught up in the emotions.” I answered. “It’s the Court’s that try them and pass sentence. I just carry it out.”

“What about the innocent ones?”

“Very few are innocent, in fact I only did one that turned out to be a wrong conviction.” I told her.

“I read about a case of an Australian girl, whose boyfriend had planted drugs in her suitcase.” Cassie said. “She hanged but two years later he did the same thing again with another girl and he got found out.”

“Yes I know.” I told her. “I felt bad about that.”

“You hanged her?”

I nodded and glanced up at the waitress bringing our coffee.

“Wow.” Cassie exclaimed when the girl left.

“Please tell me about it?” she said.

I shook my head. It had been a painful experience. Murderers, rapists, and drug dealers were easy to deal with and dispatch, but I always felt that she had been telling the truth. I can still remember hugging her on the gallows as she quietly sobbed.

“Tell me please?” she insisted.

I sipped on my coffee staring blankly into space for a few minutes. “She was a very brave girl.” I told her. “She spotted me in the courtyard a couple of days before her execution. We need to see them to assess them mentally as well as judge their height and weight,” I told her.

“Yes, you need to get the drop right don’t you?” she said.

I nodded. “Anyway, she spotted me and came over to me. She just came out with it and asked if I was her executioner.”

“Wow!” Cassie said. “What did you say?”

“I just said ‘yes.’ What could I say?”

“What did she say?” Cassie asked.

“She told me that she weighed fifty-five kilos and was five feet nine inches, but I had guessed that already” I replied.

“Wow!”

“Then she asked me when the execution would take place. I told her that I couldn’t say. There are always final legal processes to go through and as she was a foreign national there were negotiations going on. I was told though that it was scheduled for two days’ time.”

“What else did she say?” Cassie asked me.

“She asked me if it would hurt. I told her that it would be over very quickly.”

“So, what happened on the day then?” Cassie asked.

“She was told at eight o’clock that morning that her appeal for clemency had been turned down and that she would be executed at eleven o’clock. She was given some writing paper and a pen to write last letters to her family. I knew the night before that she was going to hang and had the gallows prepared ready for her. “I said before taking another sip of coffee.

“You had the rope and everything ready for her?” Cassie asked with excitement in her voice.

I nodded. “At five minutes to eleven the prison governor and I entered the cell along with four
warders. She was sat at the table and stood to her feet; poor thing looked petrified. I waited until the governor read out the execution notice and then I said to him that I didn’t think there would be any need for all this presence. Sometimes the condemned try to run or put up a fight, and so extra warders are needed but I knew that in this case there would be no trouble.”

“So, it was just you and her then?”

“Yes.” I told her before taking another sip. “They all left, including the governor, he didn’t like to watch anyway. I don’t think he had the stomach for it.” I added.

“What happened next?” Cassie asked.

“She was trembling, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She kept saying that she never knew the drugs were there. I believed her but there was nothing I could do about it. I had my job to do.” I said.

“I went round the table and put my arm around her and calmed her down and then I took the belt I had and fastened it around her waist. She didn’t struggle. She just let me fasten it tightly and then I took each of her hands in turn and fastened her wrists into the loop braces on the belt.”

“You didn’t tie her hands behind her back then?”

I shook my head. “No, we use the waist belt method.” I told her. “I then started to walk her from the cell to the execution chamber. It is always quite a long walk. In fact, it is a couple of blocks away; it gives the condemned too much time to think. She started to sob and so I put my arm around her as we walked. As we went through a series of doors she kept asking me if we were nearly there.”

“She never struggled at all then?” Cassie asked me.

“No.” I told her. “When we entered the chamber though she did wobble; it is an awesome sight though. The gallows are a huge metal structure painted in green and there are thirteen steps up to the metal platform. I had to hold her tightly as I guided her up them. Once you get near the top you can see the noose hanging down from the cross beam and they all wobble at that first sight of it. Sometimes they notice a coffin leaning up against the inner wall; it’s an open staircase and you can see inside the gallows frame. That often scares them as well.”

“Wow.” Cassie said. “Did she see her coffin?”

I shook my head. “No, she was spared that.”

“What about when you got to the top?”

“I walked her slowly to the centre of the platform where the trap door is and where the noose is ready. Usually, I put a bag over the condemned person’s head, but she didn’t want it. She became quite agitated, so I left it off. I then took leather straps from my pocket and tied one around her ankles, and another around her knees. She started to sob as I reached for the noose and placed it around her neck, so I just stood there for a few minutes and hugged her.”

“That was very kind of you.” Cassie said.

“I needed her to be calm. If the rope gets dislodged or they move about, the hanging can go wrong. The neck doesn’t snap correctly, and it can be a long and painful death. Anyway, once I got the rope properly placed and got her settled. I moved slowly away from the trap door to the release lever. She watched me as I took away the safety pin and then just closed her eyes as I pulled.”

“Was her death quick?”

I nodded. “Yes. I heard her neck snap. I looked down and saw her body twitching as it swung but she was dead.”

“How long did you leave her hanging?” Cassie asked.

“I usually leave them for about an hour. I go for a coffee and then collect the doctor, and once he confirms death. I take the body down and prepare it for the burial.”

“You undress them?”

“Undress them, clean them up and put a shroud on them, and then put them in the coffin for burial. In this case her body was sent to Australia to her relatives.”

“Tell me?” she asked. “They say that people can have orgasms as they hang, is it true?”

I smiled. “Not on the long drop ones. You can on short drop with slow strangulation, but long drop is instant death.”

“Did you look at her body afterwards?” she asked. “You know, how a man would look?”

I nodded. “Yes, she was a very attractive girl.”

“Did you touch her?”

“I had to wash her down.” I told her. “Of course, I touched her. But with respect”

Cassie finished her coffee.

Written by Rick Jones

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Girl’s night out 5 4.5 (65)

Posted on July 20, 2023 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

Part 5

The next few moments are a blur…

Cassie kisses my lips before climbing off. I think the bag comes off because I start to breathe shallow. My sister grins as she tells me I should consider doing a noose-dance in the main room when the time comes.

I vaguely remember being freed from the garrote post. I’m helped off the probe up my hole. My muscles squeeze from a combination of relief and emptiness.

Somehow I end up on the floor. I’m cradled by purple-hair as the brunette looks down upon me. But Cassie is long gone.

“That was so hot!” Amber breathes as she holds me like a lover.

“She was definitely born to gasp,” the brunette agrees. I struggle to catch my breath.

I look over and notice Dylan is off her post as well. She’s escorted out the door on rubbery legs. The blonde goes with her, leaving me with the purple-haired woman named Amber and the brunette, whose name I still don’t know.

“You ok?” the brunette asks kindly.

“She’ll be fine,” Amber tells her as she embraces me. “She loved it. Just wait until she sees all those naked bodies dancing on air during the main event. I’ll bet that really gets her motor running!”

The brunette looks around the empty room. “I think people are starting to head out to get ready for the main event. Maybe we should go too?”

Amber smiles as she tells her, “We can always show her a private hanging room first. That way she’ll know what to expect.”

The brunette smiles down at me. I don’t like the look in her eyes as she considers the suggestion. “That’s ok,” I tell them as I wave dismissively. I cough a little, which helps to clear my throat.

“It’s just a practice room,” the brunette assures me. “Some ladies like to try it out, just to say they’ve experienced the thrill. Others go in and practice in anticipation of hanging for everyone else out in the main room.”

“Let’s show her,” purple-hair suggests eagerly as she helps me to my feet. It seems Amber has decided to join us by turning my escorted tour of the place into a threesome.

“I’m not sure,” I reply nervously. I’ve already ended up gasping far more than I ever imagined, no thanks to my sister and niece. I certainly don’t want to risk being noosed up by these two.

“It’ll be all right,” Amber assures me. “I’ll be happy to show you what it’s like. I’ll even ride the noose for you. You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”

I look at her in surprise. “You mean you’d actually let yourself get all noosed up… for me?”

“Why not? There’s nothing to it. A lot of women have been in the noose rooms, if only to be hoisted into the air for a few seconds. That way they have somewhat of an understanding what the others will be experiencing once they end up hanging out in the main room.”

The brunette tells me, “Everyone who wants to hang tonight will want to do it in front of the main audience during the big hanging scene. I don’t ever recall hearing of a girl hanging to death in a private room, not when she wants to go out with a bang in front of a lot of appreciative eyes. I promise: you have nothing to worry about. You’re in good hands here.” But a part of me still isn’t sure I trust her.

“Let’s show her!” purple-hair declares with enthusiasm.

Together they lead me out of the garrote room, one on each arm. I’m not entirely sure I should be tagging along with them, especially when they’ve proved to be so aggressive at times. Each room I’ve entered thus far has subjected me to more gasping than I ever thought possible.

We pass a few naked females heading toward the main hanging area. I nervously tell my companions, “Shouldn’t we follow them out?” I’m still not entirely sure I can trust either one of them.

“Oh, there’s still time,” the brunette assures me. “Besides, the music hasn’t started yet. That’s what calls everyone out into the main viewing room. A few might lag behind in private rooms if they’re enjoying themselves. But almost everyone ends up out in the main room to watch the hangings by the time the third or fourth girl gets strung up.”

“Third or fourth?” I repeat in alarm. “You mean there’s liable to be that many women who might end up hanging tonight?”

Amber laughs as she tells me, “Oh, there’ll probably be way more than that. These nights don’t happen all that often. Besides, a lot of girls end up getting all caught up in the excitement of the moment.”

We go down a hall, passing a few more women heading in the opposite direction. Then we open a door on the right. We step into a small room with no one inside.

The first thing I notice are two hanging contraptions on opposite sides of the room. They are both identical in design. Metal posts on either side support a single steel circular beam that cross on top.

Metal wheels are attached to each support post. Twin nooses hang down from openings cut into the crossbeam. I conclude the wheels on the posts must somehow operate the nooses.

I look at the same set-up on the opposite wall. Four women could easily be strung up in here at any one time, two in front of one wall watching the two on the opposite wall. A small table with a collection of “accessories” sits on the back wall.

“Well, here we are,” Amber says as she walks up and caresses the nearest noose. “A quick loop around the neck, a turn of the wheel, and up you go. It’s a great way to experience a hanging, even if only for a second or two.”

“You ought to know,” the brunette says with a laugh. “How many times have you ridden one of these in a room like this?”

“I don’t know. Dozens maybe?”

“You’re thinking about riding one out in the main room for real tonight, aren’t you.”

Amber smiles before looking down at the floor as though feigning embarrassment at having been found out. “I don’t know. I might.”

Purple-hair turns in my direction, seductively caressing me as she asks, “So what do you think? Would you like to watch me hang tonight?”

“I, uh… I’m not sure.”

“Sure you would,” the brunette chuckles. “I can tell you’re starting to warm to the idea. Just like I know Amber and I would love to see you hang out there in the main room in front of everybody else.”

I swallow hard as I shake my head before firmly telling her, “Not gonna happen.” They both laugh.

“So what do you think?” Amber says to me as she caresses the noose. “Care to try it out for yourself?”

“I, uh… I don’t think so.”

“How about giving her a demonstration, Amber?”

“Be glad to!” purple-hair enthusiastically says to the brunette.

She loops the noose over her head and around her neck. A moment later the door swings open. A couple of nude blondes enter.

They’re clearly engaged in a serious conversation with each other before they realize they’re not alone. “Oh, I’m sorry,” the older one apologizes with a start. “We didn’t know anyone was in here.”

“The more the merrier,” Amber smiles with a welcoming wave of her hand, the noose still draped loosely around her throat.

The younger one seems concerned about something. “Mom, I’m just not sure I want to go through with it is all.”

The older one reassures her. “And I told you, honey: you don’t have to. I only brought you back here in case you want to try a practice round.”

The younger one looks dubiously at the empty noose dangling adjacent to my purple-haired companion. “I don’t know, mom. Is it safe?”

“Why, it’s perfectly safe!” Amber blurts out. Then she waves at my brunette escort as she tells her, “C’mon; let’s show ‘em!”

The brunette smiles as she walks over to the support post on the right side of the contraption. She slowly turns the wheel, removing the slack from around Amber’s neck. A moment later the purple-haired woman is pulled up onto her toes… and then clear up off the floor.

Amber instinctively kicks for a moment or two. Then it seems to register what’s happening to her. She kicks less as she reaches down and fingers herself.

She gawks as she hangs like that for several moments. I deem it to be no longer than ten seconds or so before the brunette turns the wheel in the opposite direction. Amber is returned to the floor.

She takes a wobbly step or two. Then disappointment fills her features as she turns to the brunette. “Did you have to bring me down so soon? I was almost there!”

“You’re always ‘almost there’!” the brunette laughs.

“See?” the older blonde says to the younger one. “Honey, there’s nothing to it.”

“I just don’t know, mom.”

“My names Madelyn,” she says to me. “This is my daughter Sandy.” I tell them mine.

She smiles at Amber who’s still in the noose before asking, “How’d you like to perform a brief duet with me for my daughter’s sake?”

“Be glad to!” purple-hair says with a grin. Then she turns to the brunette and winks at her. “Just make sure I get to cum this time; ok?”

“You got it,” my brunette escort replies with a knowing smile.

Madelyn turns to me and smiles. “Would you be so kind as to operate my wheel?” Then she walks over and loops the empty noose around her own throat without waiting for my reply.

I look over at the brunette who nods her head, indicating I should go right ahead. Amber has this huge grin on her face. Sandy still seems to be hesitant about something.

I walk over to the wheel before asking, “What do I do now?”

Amber motions at the wheel I’m manning as she replies, “One way is up; the other is down. You’ll get the hang of it.”

The brunette chuckles at her. “No, Amber. I think you and Madelyn here are about to ‘get the hang of it’.” The mother laughs appreciatively at the pun.

I slowly turn the wheel until I see the rope removing the slack out of the noose around Madelyn’s neck. The brunette follows my lead with Amber until both women stand with their nooses nice and snug, but not yet tight around their throats. “Now watch this, honey,” Madelyn says to her daughter with a reassuring smile.

The brunette nods at me before slowly turning her wheel. I slowly turn mine as well, trying to match her movements. Both noosed women are pulled up onto their toes before ultimately losing the floor.

This time Amber is ready. She swings back and forth as she furiously fingers herself. No doubt she wants an orgasm while she’s airborne.

Madelyn, on the other hand, purposely splits her legs in opposite directions. She brings her knees up as though her actions are deliberately coordinated. Then she stretches her arms in front and behind her like a dancing ballerina.

Amber starts to gasp as she fights the noose a little. Madelyn finally begins to put up a struggle. Her small breasts heave a little as her snatch begins to glisten in that small, pubic bush she’s sporting.

Seeing them suffer in midair is more than a little disturbing. Yet there’s something about it that I find strangely compelling. It’s more shamefully arousing than I could have possibly imagined. What the hell is wrong with me??

Amber throws her chest out as she humps the air until she squirts onto the floor. The brunette immediately starts to bring her down. A split second later I frantically lower Madelyn until both women are standing with somewhat rubbery legs upon the floor.

“Was that what you wanted?” the brunette asks my panting, purple-haired companion with a grin.

“Gawd; that was good! I really came hard that time.”

“You see, honey?” Madelyn tells her daughter upon loosening the noose around her throat and then catching her breath. “Nothing to it. I even did a few ballet moves while I was up in the air.”

“But won’t our wrists be tied behind our backs when we’re hanging out in the main room?”

“That’s true,” the brunette says to the daughter before the mom can reply. “But the effect is generally the same.”

“It certainly is,” Amber assures Sandy. “Bondage makes the orgasms even more intense.” Then she tells the brunette, “Why don’t you go fetch a couple sets of restraints for us to demonstrate?”

“Be happy to,” she replies. Then she asks the mother, “Would you like a restraint? Or are you done showing your daughter the ropes?” She can’t help smiling at her pun.

“Oh, by all means,” Madelyn says with a chuckle. Then she looks at me before adding, “If you don’t mind tarrying a little longer and helping me out with my wheel there.”

“No problem,” I reply. Besides, I feel more secure knowing I’m the one operating the wheel rather than being pulled up into the air.

The brunette goes over to the table. She returns with a couple sets of restraints. They look like soft cuffs. At least they’ll be somewhat comfortable.

She hands one set to me to help restrain Madelyn. I accept them with a nod, figuring I can do this for her. The mother smiles appreciatively at me.

I watch as the brunette secures Amber’s wrists behind her back. I follow her lead with Madelyn. It’s not difficult at all.

When I’m done, I move back to my wheel as the brunette walks back to the one operating our purple-haired companion. I look at Sandy, wondering how she’s processing all this. This time she appears to be a little less concerned.

“Are you ready to go swinging again with me?” Amber asks Madelyn with a grin.

“Ready for another duet with you,” she replies with a chuckle. Then she tells her daughter, “Watch closely, honey.”

The brunette starts to turn her wheel. I turn mine as well. Together the ropes tighten the nooses, bringing both women up onto their toes… and then completely up off the floor.

This time Amber attempts to follow Madelyn’s lead. The mother certainly appears to have done this a few times. It makes me wonder how many of these hanging parties she’s attended.

She spreads her legs in a split, which Amber mimics. She bends her legs backward, thrusting out her chest. Amber follows suit.

Madelyn starts to kick a little. Our purple-haired companion does her best to copy her moves. It’s not long until both of them start to rasp for breath, almost in unison.

Madelyn’s knees come upward. Amber does the same. Both women thrust their chests out. Then they began humping the air together.

They lose their synchronicity when they both start fighting their nooses in different ways. It looks like Amber is cumming again. I’d swear Madelyn is climaxing as well, although her motions appear more subdued.

For a moment I’m so fascinated that I stop following the brunette’s lead. She has Amber almost all the way down before I’m reminded to bring down Madelyn. Both women end up flat on their feet while rasping like crazy.

The brunette and I move in and quickly remove their restraints. We help steady them as we work the nooses off from around their necks. “Thank you,” Madelyn tells me appreciatively. “It always gets me in the end, and I can’t help cumming a little.”

She turns to Amber and tells her, “You dance divinely. I appreciate having had you as a dance partner in here.”

“My pleasure,” our purple-haired companion replies. “It was erotic as hell.” Then they kiss each other deeply.

Madelyn finally turns to her daughter and smiles. “Are you satisfied now, honey?”

“I guess so, mom.”

“Then I suppose we’d better be heading out to the main room. I’m sure they’ll be dancing out there real soon.”

She passes her daughter as she heads for the door. But Sandy reaches out and stops her by grabbing an arm. “Wait a minute, Mom.”

Madelyn stops as she turns toward her daughter. “Yes, honey?”

“I, uh… it didn’t hurt you any, did it?”

“Not too much, honey. It’ll hurt a lot worse if you hang out in the main room. Just remember: you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I, uh… I think I’d like to try it… at least once… so I’ll know what it’s like in case… in case I hang for real out there.”

“Certainly, honey.” Then she tells the brunette, “Would you be so kind as to spot for my daughter?”

“Be happy to,” the brunette replies with a smile.

Amber looks right at me, her eyes twinkling. “What about you? Aren’t you going to try it at least once?”

“I, uh…”

Sandy looks at me in surprise. “You mean you’ve never tried a noose in here?”

“I don’t think she’s ever tried any noose,” our purple-haired companion tells her.

“Just like you, honey,” Madelyn gently tells her daughter. “And you still don’t have to try it if you don’t want to. It can be a bit of a shock the first time around.”

“I’m willing,” Sandy says after taking a deep breath. Then she smiles at me as she asks,” Would you be willing to do a duet with me? You and me as a couple of newbies?”

My heart leaps into my throat again. “Oh, I don’t know…”

“Oh, she’ll be glad to!” Amber blurts out. Then she tells me, “You’ll do it for Madelyn and Sandy, won’t you? This way Sandy won’t have to dance alone and feel so anxious about it.”

Madelyn gives me a sly smile as she tells me, “I promise to make it worth your while.”

I have no idea what that means. And I’m not sure I want to know. “I… I don’t… I’m not sure…”

The decision is abruptly taken out of my hands as Amber picks up one of the restraints and cuffs my wrists behind my back. “Oh, she’ll be glad too!” she declares. The brunette attaches the other set of cuffs to Sandy, securing her arms behind her back as well.

I find myself struggling to catch my breath. I suppose it would be nice to join her. But deep down I really don’t want to hang, even if it’s only for a few moments.

Things keep slipping further and further out of my control. I seem to be getting in deeper and deeper. I’m really not sure I want to do this.

The brunette positions Sandy in front of her noose. Amber positions me in front of mine. Sandy looks over and notices my hesitation.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“I, uh…” Then I see a look of disappointment cross her features. Now I feel like I’d be letting her down if I refuse.

“This will be her first time too,” Amber explains, also noting my hesitancy.

“Uh, yes… my first.”

Sandy smiles nervously. “Then it’ll be the first time for both of us. That makes me glad you’re willing to hang with me in here.”

I can tell she’s a bit reluctant. It’s obvious she’s not fully on board, although she’s trying to be willing. I want to reassure her, but hanging with her was the last thing on my mind when I first entered this room.

I can’t seem to make myself give a yay or nay. I think her mother sees it in my features. She smiles as she tells me, “I really appreciate this. Sandy does too; right, honey?”

“Oh yes, mom! Naturally I’m a little nervous. But I don’t feel quite so bad, not with Amanda hanging right beside me for the very first time.”

Madelyn gives me a cryptic smile. “Around here we always like to do a little something special for the newbies.”

“Like wh-what?” I stammer nervously.

In response she steps right up to me. A moment later she starts caressing my naked body, giving me the shivers something fierce. She kisses me deeply at the same time I see the brunette step up and start to molest her daughter Sandy…

2021 (written Dec 9 ’21 by riwa)

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Adrenaline junkie 4.1 (31)

Posted on July 15, 2023 by riwa

Julanni motored out in the direction of the reef. It was her favorite spot to freedive. There were lots of places to explore. And there were lots of places where a girl like her could run into a little danger.

The vibration of the bottom of the zodiac was really tingling her nub. A 60 horsepower outboard was far more motor than she needed for an inflatable no more than ten feet long. But she loved the speed, as well as the way the vibrations went all the way through her.

She let out a scream of pleasure, shuddering as it overwhelmed her. She could only motor out so far before that first orgasm overtook her. She let out a shriek of pure joy as she motored along.

She slowed down the moment the warning buoys came within view. It wouldn’t do for any large freighters to get hung up on the coral below. Most of it was deep enough, but some came up close enough to the surface to rip out or badly damage a hull.

She motored the zodiac right up to a buoy before shutting off the engine. She secured a mooring rope to the buoy so the zodiac would remain in place. Then she prepared for her dive.

Her first action was not to put something on. It was to take something off. Her black bikini top was tossed forward, landing among her other gear.

She smiled as she caressed her mounds. Her nipples had already hardened. That was from the wild ride and the way the vibrations had tantalized her nub as well as her dripping slit.

Now she put something on. It was her long, black dive fins. They always helped her reach the bottom of the reef with plenty of air left in her lungs to enjoy her time on the bottom.

Another item came off. This time it was her dark sunglasses. These were replaced with a solid dive mask sure to hold up at the pressure she would be descending to.

She caught sight of the dive knife in its sheath. She grabbed it and attached it to her right calf. What would she do if she encountered something that might necessitate its use? Julanni trembled at the thought she might run into something exciting during her afternoon adventure out here.

She looked at the oxygen bottle she’d brought with her. Should she take a hit right away? Or should she go down and do a little exploring first? She decided to delay her first usage lest she become tempted to use it all up right away.

The weight belt went on last. It made her negatively buoyant. She liked having that additional weight to challenge her. It often made her lady parts tingle whenever she pushed her luck and found herself finning hard for the surface.

And speaking of tingling…

Julanni slipped off the side of the zodiac into the water. The weight belt pulled her downward. She released bubbles out of her mouth, envisioning herself being pulled to the depths where she risked drowning.

She was halfway down when she propelled herself upward with her fins. She kicked hard, quickly reclaiming the distance to the surface. She burst up, gasped loudly for breath and then allowed the weight belt to pull her back down.

Her nub throbbed as she sank toward the bottom. Julanni trembled over how wonderful it felt. She released much of her air until her lungs were almost empty. Then she finned hard for the surface again.

She burst up gasping loudly for breath. She swam over to the zodiac and clung to the side. That had been a nice little appetizer. Now it was time for the main course.

She composed herself as she breathed deeply. She could feel the floor of the reef calling to her. Her nub tingled again as her thong clung tightly to her waist and crotch.

Julanni filled her lungs. Then she jackknifed downward. It was time for her first visit to the bottom.

She propelled herself down with her fins, stretching an arm ahead of her. She could see the formations rising up to meet her. There were so many places to explore… and she was so horny from the trip out and the way the zodiac had vibrated her crotch.

She bottomed out around forty-five feet, pinching the nosepiece on her dive mask to equalize. Then she followed the ocean floor. Soon she was entering her first formation.

There were lots of caverns and openings. She picked one at random and casually glided inside. There were twists and turns before she came out the other end.

She headed for the surface, releasing bubbles out of her mouth. She stayed with a couple of the bigger ones, pausing just enough to let them reach the surface ahead of her. Then she came up panting quietly for breath.

It was wonderful. She loved the way the water caressed her breasts. Her nipples continued to protrude, almost to the point where they ached.

Julanni headed back down for a second dive. She pinched her nosepiece to equalize about halfway down. She loved how the water felt against her bare skin.

The deeper she went, the more her nub tingled. The pressure always did that to her. That’s why she kept coming back out here every chance she got.

She found another entrance to explore and casually finned her way inside. By now she had become greatly aroused. It wasn’t going to take much in order to entice that next orgasm out of her.

She didn’t even have to touch herself. She just finned her way forward, taking her time exploring nooks and crannies. The water caressed her like a lover as the pressure made her nub throb under her thong.

She was feeling it in her lungs as she inspected another section of reef. She knew she was pushing herself. Then she deliberately allowed the weight belt to pull her to the ocean floor.

She came down upon her stomach. The soil pushed up against her crotch, nearly setting her off. A warning spasm forced her up through a narrow opening in the formation.

She finned hard while releasing the remaining air out of her lungs. It got lighter, the pressure giving way as she approached the surface. Then she burst up gasping loudly for breath.

That had been a good one! She’d almost climaxed by staying down too long.

She stayed up with the zodiac for an additional minute or two. Then she filled her lungs before heading back down. There was so much to explore, with just enough of an element of danger to give her that added thrill.

Air fizzed out of her dive mask as she took a passage that angled downward. It felt like the bottom sloped beyond the fifty feet back up to her bobbing craft. But she went anyway, knowing the depth was still within her limits.

She was just a little wary. She was looking forward to the challenge. Still, she was always careful not to push herself too hard.

A two minute breath-hold along the bottom yielded a plethora of visual sensations to engage the mind. Then she found an opening in the formation above her and slipped through. Now she could feel it in her lungs.

Her nub was tingling as she emerged in open ocean. Julanni slowly finned her way upward, releasing another small stream of bubbles. She rose upward toward her small, bobbing craft until she burst up gasping for breath.

She clung to the side, allowing her heart to settle back down. She looked at the oxygen canister. She was tempted, especially since her body was craving a release. But she decided one more trip back down was needed to pick out the spot she wanted to get herself off.

She filled her lungs and then headed back down. She found an opening she had yet to explore. Then she finned her way inside.

She was twenty feet away when she caught sight of a little movement. She paused to stare in astonishment. Then she became excited.

It was an octopus. It blended so well with the formation that she would have gone right over the top of it without noticing. And that’s what gave her the idea.

She really tingled as she turned and headed back to the zodiac. She kept mental track of where the creature was. She was planning a return trip down to that very spot.

Julanni surfaced and then swam over to her zodiac. She climbed back on board to rest for a moment. She had never been so excited before in her entire life.

She paused to catch her breath as she looked down at the water. Then she saw the O2 canister she’d brought along. She smiled as her lady parts tingled at the risk she was considering.

She picked up the bottle and took deep breaths. This was going to be good one. She wasn’t going to press her luck or anything. She was simply going to go down and rub one out of her nagging nub.

The idea of that octopus lurking nearby was tantalizing. Would it bother her? Or would her presence drive it away?

Would she be tempting fate? Julanni quivered at the thought. This was something she had never done before. At least she would have her dive knife with her in case things went wrong.

Julanni set the bottle down before pulling her dive mask down over her face. Then she went over the side of her craft. She finned her way downward with long, smooth strokes, her nub tingling again as the pressure increased against her thong.

She’d thought about leaving her thong behind. But she didn’t want anything penetrating her lady parts. She would still be able to achieve the release she desired just by applying the right kind of pressure in the right spot.

This time it felt wonderful. Filling her lungs with oxygen had made it seem as though she could hold her breath forever. That would give her plenty of time to get off at depth, especially in the presence of that sea beast.

She found the opening she wanted. Then she finned her way inside. She was looking for that one particular formation that had camouflaged the octopus so well.

At first she couldn’t find it. Had the creature abandoned its position for parts unknown? For a moment she felt a twinge of regret she hadn’t tried to get off earlier.

Her eyes adjusted until she located it. It was still right there. Now her nub was really tingling, her lady parts eager for a release.

She worked herself closer, her nub throbbing. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. Julanni felt electrified.

Not too close now. Right here ought to just about do it. If the creature was disturbed by her presence, it made no move to evacuate its position.

Julanni settled onto her knees and began touching herself all over. She could feel it starting to swell within her. Danger was lurking only a short distance away.

She eased off a little, wanting to delay it as much as possible. She was already incredibly excited. She saw movement, but the creature was still keeping to itself.

What if it wanted her? What if it became annoyed and moved away? She was so close.

Her fingers became more aggressive, slipping under her thong for the direct approach. The creature stirred. Then it shifted as though moving tentatively in her direction.

It swelled with in her until she couldn’t hold back. Julanni shuddered in pleasure. It was so intense that her vision dimmed.

The creature darted closer until a curious tentacle reached out and grabbed onto her right leg. Another wrapped around her chest. Tentacles were waving in her direction now as she tried to swim upward, only to be ensnared by the beast.

Oh, fuck…….

Julanni winced as another orgasm hit her hard, causing her to lose a burst of air. She could feel the creature tentatively exploring. Suckers attached to one breast, making her shudder from a mixture of fear and sexual arousal.

So far it wasn’t overly aggressive or threatening. But it was time to break away. She was running out of breath.

The creature didn’t seem to be all that enormous. But the arms were plenty long enough. It was certainly big enough… and incredibly curious.

Her other leg became snagged. Another tentacle joined the one already entangling her right leg. She tried to kick upward, but the creature reacted by gently pulling her back down.

Uh – oh. Now she was getting a much better look at it. The damned thing was much bigger – and more curious – than she’d anticipated.

She tried to peel the tentacles off her leg, not wanting to scare or aggravate the creature. She was having some success until another one grabbed onto her right wrist. Now she was really getting entangled!

Julanni tried to fin herself upward. The creature used a couple of tentacles to hold its position upon the ocean floor. Thus, she was gently pulled back down into a grip that was becoming less yielding.

Julanni tried harder to break away. She was through trying to be nice to this damned thing. She struggled harder, but it refused to let go.

It was at that moment when she felt it in her stomach. It was the first direct warning signs of breathlessness. Soon the sensations would move up into her chest, indicating her growing need to return to the surface.

She struggled harder against the sea beast. Its tentacles shuffled around. She was almost free, shedding all but the one around her chest. Then it reattached itself to her leg.

Julanni cried out a burst of bubbles. Now those gentle warning spasms in her stomach were up in her chest. All that oxygen she’d breathed up at the surface was gone. Now she was almost out of breath.

Once more she tried to break free. But the damned thing was determined to hold onto her. Now it was hanging onto both legs. She simply could not shake loose!

She kicked hard, managing to free one leg. She almost had the other one clear when additional tentacles rose up and grabbed on tight. Annoyance morphed into growing fear. She didn’t have time for this. Was it time for the knife??

Julanni’s large breasts bounced and wobbled as she tried to get free. She went to reach for her dive knife. But the damned thing snagged her right arm.

It still was not acting overly aggressive. Its curiosity had simply gotten the better of it. For whatever reason, It simply did not want to let go of her!

She felt her chest hitch and convulse. Instinctively she covered her mouth with her free hand as her cheeks bulged. She was almost out of breath.

A tentacle further wrapped around her leg until it slithered up through her crotch. It pressed against her swollen nub just right. Breathless fear, combined with pressure in the right location, set Julanni off again.

She lost a mouthful of bubbles as she shuddered hard in orgasm. Her energy reserves were quickly depleted. She’d orgasmed one too many times.

At first the octopus was startled enough to almost let go. Then it fully reattached itself. Julanni was still cumming, her body fully aware of the imminent danger.

She shuddered hard as sexual pleasure momentarily blocked her other senses. Then Julanni’s lungs heaved ominously. She was clearly out of air.

She had to go right now! Besides, she had a long swim back to the surface. Why wasn’t this damned thing letting go??

She struggled to reach for her dive knife. A tentacle held on and wouldn’t let her get to it. Did the creature understand? Or was it merely instinctive?

She finned hard, enough to almost pull it away from the ocean floor. A couple of tentacles latched onto a rocky formation for support. Then it pulled her right back down.

Julanni cried out in horror. Gawd; this couldn’t be happening! Was her never-ending search for that all-important adrenaline rush about to end her existence??

She let out a bubbly cry as her chest heaved ominously. The octopus all but let go. But now it was too late.

At that moment her lungs gave out. That’s when she began hitching and convulsing as she swallowed water. It flowed right down into her lungs as she went over backward.

A curious tentacle reattached. But it didn’t matter to Julanni. She coughed and gurgled as she began to drown.

Her efforts to escape were now effectively stilled. She was no longer capable of struggling. It allowed the creature to maintain full control over her body.

More tentacles wrapped around her. Julanni was dimly aware of the horror of it all. It hurt like hell, yet she was still conscious enough to experience it.

What was the damned thing going to do to her? She felt tentacles began a full exploration of her quivering body. It horrified her to the point where she didn’t want to be conscious long enough to experience her molestation.

Internal organs started shutting down. Her vision lessened as her senses diminished. Mercifully her consciousness ebbed away until she was no longer aware of the curious creature’s exploration of her body.

2021 (written Aug 15 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s renders.)

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DLW and daughter at the Snuff Club 2 4.5 (64)

Posted on July 10, 2023 by riwa

Part 2

My first thought was how strange it was for hell to look like the interior of the snuff club. Then it all came rushing back to me. Apparently they hadn’t snuffed me after all… either that, or they’d merely come damn close.

At first, I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Then more of my senses came back online. I decided that for now, I should be happy I was still alive and still employed by the club.

“She still with us?” one of the other guys asked. “Damn! She really came hard that time. Was it because she was being strangled so hard?”

Chuck just laughed. “Maybe it was because she was watching her daughter get snuffed.”

“Darla?” I gasped, remembering my daughter as I anxiously looked at the monitor. She was being helped to sit upright on the bed. Apparently she had also survived.

“I guess some bitches are hard to kill,” the other member of my trio observed.

“Like mother; like daughter,” Chuck observed with amusement.

We could hear them talking on the monitor. I saw Darla rubbing her neck. The nylons had left quite a mark. How was she going to explain that to Ned?

I rubbed my own. “Yeah,” Chuck told me as he noticed me checking my throat. “You’ve got one too. It matches the one around your daughter’s throat.” The other guys laughed.

Damn. How was I going to explain this to Bob??

I heard Chad ask my daughter, “How was it?”

“Intense,” she gasped in reply. “For a moment there, I really thought I was dead.”

“Wish you were back home with your boyfriend?”

“Not on your life. This was fucking incredible!” Then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

About that time, Nicole entered our room with a tray of drinks. The guys all helped themselves to one. I took one as well. After all, I need something strong enough to help me get my strength back.

She eyed me warily before shaking her head. “Sometimes you amaze me; you know that?” She knew I was married, and I blushed before taking a huge gulp of my drink.

In the other room, an attendant named Rosita was giving everyone drinks. They thanked her and began guzzling them down. I finished mine before helping myself to another on Nicole’s tray.

She looked at all the men in my room. Then she nodded politely. “You gentlemen have a nice evening. Don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything else.”

“What about her?” one of the guys asked as he motioned at me. “Do you need us to return her back to you?”

Uh – oh. Did that mean they were interested in having a second go at me?

“You gentlemen enjoy her for as long as you like. The club will make sure her duties outside this room are taken care of.”

“Thank you, miss,” Chuck told her with a smile. Then he glanced at the monitor. Darla was on her knees sucking cock again.

“Guess we’d better put her back to work, miss.” Nicole just shook her head at me and left. A moment later, I was also on my knees sucking cock.

A part of me became a little concerned. This was one night it was going to take me a little while to recover from. How was I going to explain things to Bob?

I got a glance at the monitor and saw Darla on her hands and knees working on all three cocks again. How was she going to explain that mark around her throat to Ned? Maybe she would have to wear a turtleneck, or make some excuse in order to avoid seeing him until most of it had healed.

Darla took it from behind while sucking on a cock in front of her. I ended up in the exact same situation. We were back to mimicking the actions in my daughter’s room.

“How about it, bitch?” Chad asked Darla. You want it rough, or you want it vanilla? You want it ‘Ned’, or you want it ‘Chad’?

My daughter excitedly replied, “Chad – Chad; give it to me rough!” They all laughed in her room.

The other college guy pulled out from behind her, only for Chad to ram it hard into her. She screamed for him to really fuck her ass. Chad had no hesitation in the slightest as he brutalized her anally.

“How about you?” Chuck asked with a laugh. “I’ll give you the same question he gave your daughter. Me or your husband? Vanilla or anal?”

“Anal,” I replied, shamefully lowering my head a little. He just laughed as he moved behind me and rammed it hard up my butt.

On the monitor, Darla screamed from another powerful orgasm. Shamefully, I found myself cumming right behind her. Seeing her cum had sent me over the edge, especially the way Chuck was pounding my ass.

It was rough and glorious. I hardly thought about my husband the entire time. Besides, I never let Bob fuck me in the ass. It just wasn’t that way between us.

Darla ended up back on the bed, two cocks in her holes and the third in her mouth. I ended up on the bed in my room, getting it the exact same way. The muffled grunts and groans from her monitor were almost drowned out by my own.

The guys took turns fucking Darla. I’m pretty sure they pumped a couple more loads into her cunt and ass. I got the same treatment until both our rooms took another break.

Rosita entered my daughter’s room again, and drinks were passed around. Nicole returned to mine, and we all helped ourselves. The liquid really helped me regain my sagging energy.

It was getting late. I found myself hoping the guys would finally tire out in both rooms. Besides, my shift was coming to an end. Soon, I would have to be heading home to Bob.

I didn’t know what Darla was going to do. I assumed she wouldn’t go back to be with Ned for a while. She would need time – as well as some sort of excuse – to heal from the mark around her throat. It was going to be noticeable for several days.

As for me? I was already trying to come up with something to tell my husband. With any luck, he would be asleep when I got home so that I could hide it for a while. I would have to keep him from seeing it and becoming concerned.

I heard my daughter on the monitor suddenly gasp “ow”. Then she looked down at her tummy. The sensor had turned red.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped in alarm. “Does that… does that mean what I think it means?”

“It sure does,” Chad told her with a grin. “It means exactly what you think it means. My dad and I have been here several times, and we’ve seen it a time or two. It means you’re not getting out of here alive.”

“Oh my gawd!” Darla cried out as she went visibly pale. “What do I tell my mother? What do I tell dad? Hell; what do I tell Ned??”

“Tell them now they won’t have to get you any presents for Christmas,” one of the other guys in her room suggested. Everyone in both rooms but Darla and I laughed.

“You got your iPhone with you?” Chad asked.

“I left it behind,” Darla explained sheepishly. “I didn’t want to be interrupted… and I didn’t want anybody tracking me here. I don’t know what to do! Do I… do I get a last phone call or something?”

Chad chuckled as he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I can send a message to your boyfriend. I’ll explain how he’s now going to have to find someone else to marry.” They laughed again in both rooms… everyone except her and I.

My heart was beating fast as I saw Darla start to pant heavily for breath. She gasped, “I never thought… I didn’t think…”

Chad just chuckled as he smiled evilly at her before asking, “Now how are we going to snuff you tonight?” That’s when all three of them started looking around their room. Darla’s face was ashen.

My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I knew it was possible that her sensor could pop. Yet it was still quite a shock upon seeing it happen.

“What do we do now?” one of the guys in my room asked, interrupting the drama occurring on the monitor.

“Simple,” Chuck replied. “We stick around and watch.” Then he smiled at me before adding, “Naturally, you’ll want to stay and watch as they snuff your daughter; am I right? Besides, I’m sure you’ve already seen quite a few executions around here. What’s one more?”

“I, uh… uh…”

I didn’t know what to say. For one thing, I was terribly alarmed. And yet for some strange reason, I was shamefully aroused. The whole damned thing felt surreal as hell.

I watched on the monitor as Chad looked up at the noose dangling from the ceiling. He smiled as he told the guys, “I know. Let’s give her a flying fuck as she hangs. She loved it when we strangled her while we were fucking her; right? She should really love getting a fuck as she hangs to death.”

“That’s my boy,” Chuck observed. “If it were me in there, I’d do the same damn thing.”

I jerked around to stare at him in shock. “You mean… he’s your son??”

“A chip off the old block,” he replied proudly. I don’t know why I didn’t see the family resemblance until now.

The guys in my daughter’s room began moving around, retrieving a stool while getting the noose ready. Chad went and retrieved a length of rope. Darla just sat on the bed in stunned silence.

One of her guys told her, “I think a slut like you is going to cum hard once we hang you; eh, Darla?”

She blinked at his words. “But I… I don’t… I’m not…” She appeared to be in shock at this sudden reversal of things.

Chad was rummaging through a closet as he called over, “Oh, c’mon! Don’t act so nervous. Surely you were hoping something like this would happen; right? Why else did you want me to bring you here?”

“But I… but I…” All she could do was stammer as he retrieved a length of rope and walked back over.

“Good idea,” Chuck observed as he watched the monitor from our room. “Guys, what do you think? Think we should string her mother up too?”

Both of them were disturbingly agreeable. “Hell, yeah!” “Yeah; let’s do it!”

“That’s what I thought,” Chuck replied with a nod. And just like that, the other two began preparing my noose as Chuck went to retrieve a length of rope for my wrists.

My heart leaped into my throat. Surely they weren’t going to hang me right along with my daughter; were they??

I felt a stab of fear in the pit of my gut. But I also experienced an insane arousal. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Where they really going to hang me too? What was I going to tell Nicole? Hell; what was I going to tell Bob? Was I even going to be allowed to call him??

On the monitor, I watched Chad tie Darla’s hands behind her back. At the same time, Chuck was securing my wrists together. I shivered from a mixture of dread and arousal.

They helped Darla up onto the stool. Then Chad looped the noose around her throat. “That’s the way, son,” Chuck observed, watching their activity on the monitor with a chuckle.

Chuck helped me up onto my stool. Then he noosed me up, just like my daughter. The rope got snugged tight around my throat.

My nipples were hard as little pebbles. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Were my daughter and I really going to hang tonight at the snuff club??

I watched as they snugged my daughter’s noose tight. Then Chad laughed at her. “Want to see something funny, Darla?”

He stepped closer to the monitor. Then he stepped away. My daughter’s mouth fell to the floor as she looked right at the camera before gasping, “Mom? Is that you??”

My gawd; could she see me now???

Chuck stepped up to me and thrust his fingers into my cunt. I was sopping wet like you wouldn’t believe. He just laughed as he called out, “Mine’s horny as hell, son! How’s yours?”

Chad stepped up to Darla and thrust most of his fingers into her pussy. She also writhed and moaned. “She’s really horny, dad! I think she wants to watch her mother hang!”

“Hang for your daughter, bitch!” Chuck declared. Then he abruptly kicked my stool away.

There was a light bounce as I hit the end of the rope. With nothing solid beneath me, I began pedaling. Then I started kicking and scissoring. I was hanging… and my daughter was watching me!

On the monitor I saw… “Hang for your mother, bitch!” Then Chad kicked her stool away. Darla dropped and began fighting her noose the same way I was fighting mine.

I couldn’t believe it! We were in separate rooms, but we were still hanging together.

I didn’t expect to see them retrieve the stool and put it back under Darla’s feet. I also didn’t expect them to put my stool back beneath mine. I found myself panting for breath as my noose was deliberately loosened.

Darla’s noose was also loosened. She coughed and gasped for breath. Her eyes were wide; her nipples unbelievably erect.

“How’d you like it, slut?” Chad asked her with amusement. “How’d you like seeing your mother hang like that?”

It was as though she was staring right at me. “Mom?? Mom, are you ok?”

“Oh, don’t worry about her,” Chad replied with a dismissive wave. “A slut like her deserves to hang.” Then he looked right at us as he added; “Right, dad?”

Chuck came up to me and fingered my dripping cunt. “She sure as hell enjoyed it, son. Hang for your daughter again, slut.” Then he kicked my stool away for a second time.

I dropped and started kicking yet again. It didn’t hurt any less the second time around. My body instinctively reacted as I fought my noose.

I was aware of three hard cocks standing around me. In Darla’s room, her trio were all just as horny as they stared at us. Everyone was all turned on watching me swing.

My daughter’s eyes were upon me the entire time. Knowing everyone was watching my noose-dance shot my arousal factor through the roof. That’s when I started humping the air.

“The slut is cumming!” Chuck and his son declared in unison. Now all the guys in both rooms were stroking.

It was so damned arousing, knowing they were hard while watching me suffer. I just couldn’t help myself. Despite my agony, I managed to hump my way through a second climax.

On the monitor I barely heard my daughter gasp, “Mom??” She seemed to be in awe. I was ashamed to be cumming so hard while she was watching. But there was nothing I could do about it.

I thought that was going to be the end of me. Strangely, I was a little disappointed my daughter was not hanging right along with me. Then once again, Chuck retrieved the stool and put it underneath my feet, helping to steady my trembling body while loosening my noose a little.

“So what do you think, darlin’?” Chuck asked my daughter through the monitor. “Does that turn you on, seeing your mother hang? Check her out, son.”

Chad fingered Darla’s cunt, and I saw her wince a little. “She’s horny, dad. I think the slut’s so excited that she wants to hang for her mother.” Then he turned, kicked her stool away, and declared, “Hang for your mother, you horny little slut. Let’s see if you can cum like she did.”

Darla bounced a little at the end of her rope. Then she began kicking up a storm. “Like mother; like daughter; eh?” Chuck observed with a laugh as he watched my shocked expression.

Darla really put on quite a show. But what surprised me was when she started humping the air. It was quite unexpected… and erotic as hell.

Every cock was hard as they all watched her. I was shamefully wet and dripping. I could not believe how sexy she looked. It was as though my own daughter was born for the noose.

Chad stopped her and put the stool beneath her feet, helping her to stand upright. She panted for breath as he loosened her noose a little. Gawd; how long were they going to tease us like this??

“What do you think now?” Chad asked her. “You certainly came hard that time. At least you’ll be going out with a bang; right? Want a cock to fuck as you hang?”

This time, my daughter did not appear to be quite so frightened. Maybe she’d resigned herself to her fate. Or maybe she hoped there was going to be some sort of miraculous intervention. It certainly wasn’t going to come from Bob or Ned, not unless the club had called them.

Chad slowly pushed her stool out from under her. This time, he stood right in front of her, his dick hard and throbbing. My daughter instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, forced to climb and fuck him in order to ease the strain around her throat.

Chuck pushed my stool out from under me. Then he stepped up close, just like his son had done for my daughter. I was forced to wrap my legs around him, impaling myself on his shaft in order to ease the strain around my own throat.

I should have known. He was mimicking the actions in her room again.

It was quite painful. It was also incredibly erotic. My daughter and I were receiving flying fucks at the exact same time.

I watched as her face and neck flushed red. Then she appeared to go into little orgasmic seizures. Seeing her cum like that while I was getting shafted in the noose was so shamefully erotic that I came right along with her.

The guys in Darla’s room took turns until she ended up riding all three, sometimes with a cock up her cunt and ass. The guys in mine did the exact same thing to me. I shamefully rode them all, firmly believing I would eventually die with a cock inside me. It was gloriously humiliating.

Once again, I was surprised when our stools were returned. Our nooses were loosened until we were both left standing while gasping for breath. That’s when Chad asked my daughter, “Well; how about it? Would you rather be in here hanging with my cock in your ass? Or would you rather be home with plain old Ned?”

She looked at him as though she hadn’t anticipated that kind of question. Then she looked through her monitor right at me. She finally blushed as she lowered her head before quietly replying, “You, Chad. I’d… I’d rather be in here hanging with your cock up my butt.”

“Even though you know you’re going to die in here tonight?”

“With Ned, I would probably die of boredom.”

I should have been shocked by her statement. Instead, I looked at my daughter without showing any emotion as she looked back at me. She said, “It’s true, mom. Ned’s nice, but… I mean… isn’t that the way it is with you and dad?”

I blushed as I lowered my head. I wanted to tell her not to bring Bob into this. But her words rang true. The guys in both rooms thought that was funny as hell.

I suspected I was going to hang before the night was over. But she was right. I knew I would rather have it happen with the guys in my room than back home in bed with my husband.

About that time, the door to Darla’s room chimed. I assumed it was Rosita with more drinks. But at this stage of her hanging, I wasn’t sure my daughter was even going to be given one.

Imagine my shock when Ned walked in. He was wearing one of those club robes as though he’d recently been in a sex room.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Darla was shocked as hell. “N-Ned?? What… what the hell are YOU doing here??”

“They told me you’ve been coming here to get laid. But I didn’t want to believe them. They said you’d be here tonight along with your mother. So I’ve been watching what’s been going on in here in a sex room with one of the club attendants.”

Darla was astonished. So was I. I didn’t know Ned had it in him to be with anyone other than my daughter.

She immediately tried to correct the situation, even though I suspected it was much too late for that. “But Ned, I… I l-love you!”

“Do you? From what I’ve seen, I’m nothing more than a convenience, a guy that buys things for you while you go fuck other men behind my back. Isn’t that what you said… you’d rather be in here than back home with me? Well, one things for certain. At least now I won’t have to buy you a present for Christmas.”

I could tell he was hurt. But he was trying hard not to show it.

My daughter immediately tried to appeal to him as being her knight in shining armor… “Ned, you’ve got to do something!”

“Do what?” he asked inquisitively.

He stepped closer, reached out and touched her sensor. Then he looked at her face. I watched his hand go up and caress her noose as he told her, “The guy’s right. Looks like I’m about to be in the market for a new fiancé.”

About that time, the door to my room whooshed open. There was Bob, big as life. He was also in one of those red robes.

Darla saw him on the monitor and went ashen as she stammered, “D-Daddy??”

He scowled as he looked at her through the monitor. He angrily replied, “I’m not your father.” Then he looked right at me as he added, “Isn’t that right… ‘darling’?” He all but spat the word out.

The color drained from my face. Somehow, he knew or had finally figured it out. “B-Bob, I can explain!”

He shed his robe, indicating he was naked underneath. In the monitor, I saw Ned had also shed his and was just as nude. They were both sporting erections.

“You’ve been a slut for everyone but me,” Bob told me. “Well guess what? Tonight’s going to be my turn.”

He turned toward the monitor and told Darla, “Watch your mother hang for my enjoyment, you fucking slut!” Then he kicked my stool away.

I dropped, for what I suspected would be my very last time. Then I started my snuff-slut dance. The guys eagerly moved closer, all of them stroking with excitement.

On the monitor I saw Ned turn and tell me, “Watch your daughter hang for my personal enjoyment, bitch!” Then he kicked her stool away as he snarled, “Hang for me, you fucking cunt!” Darla did a faint bounce at the end of her rope before she, too, went into her devil’s dance.

All the guys in her room gathered round to watch her. Everyone including Ned were stroking their cocks. It was just like in my room.

The shame was more than I could bear. At least Bob was standing there getting off to my suffering. In the end, he probably deserved it.

I was the center of attention in my room. They all were stroking as they enjoyed my dance. Shamefully, it gave me such a perverse thrill.

I could still see my daughter hanging on the monitor. She was putting on quite a show. Then I saw her humping in Ned’s direction. Gawd; was she trying to please him one last time with an air-fuck as she hanged to death??

It swelled within me as I focused on my husband. There was no mercy in his eyes. If he was heartbroken, he was certainly hiding it well. Now, I was nothing but a snuff-beast to him.

At that moment, I realized Darla was also nothing but a snuff-beast for Ned and the guys in her room. Once again, like mother; like daughter. We were both about to hang to death… and we both deserved it.

I thought about all the times I had betrayed Bob. Now he was watching my death. I figured he deserved my absolute best.

Something welled up within me until I was able to start humping in his direction. I was air-fucking my husband, just the way Darla was air-fucking Ned. There was nothing more important than his pleasure during my final moments.

Pain… shame… agony… and undeserving pleasure. Something blossomed in me through my suffering. Maybe something in my brain snapped.

I mentally cheered my daughter’s agony. I wanted her to suffer great agony in order to bring pleasure to Ned. Then I looked at Bob through my own agony before climaxing like the snuff-slut I’d become.

On the monitor, Darla was limp when Ned stepped up to her and impaled her cunt with his rod. That’s when he began giving her a flying fuck. Her eyes rolled as she lifted her legs around his waist and fucked him back.

My mind cried out, “Fuck her, Ned! She deserves it! Let her death give you pleasure!”

Bob stepped up to me and snarled, “Fuck me, bitch!” Somehow, I lifted my legs and found his dick with my cunt. Then I rode him like the snuff-slut I’d become.

He was cold and heartless. But it was exactly what I deserved. The other guys just stroked and smiled at me. It gave me such shameful excitement knowing I was turning them all on.

Bob started calling me names, telling me this was what I deserved. I absorbed it all, reveling in his abuse. He was using me for his pleasure as I died… and I was thrilled beyond words. He deserved it, and I was happy to oblige.

On the monitor, Ned had moved behind Darla. I suspected he was finally fucking her ass. Her tongue lolled out as cum leaked out of her winking slit.

The sight shamefully thrilled me. Then Bob pulled out, and I was left to hang. That’s when I felt his cock up my ass.

“This is how a snuff-slut dies,” he whispered into my ear. “…watching her daughter hang to death as she gets a cock up her slutty ass.”

My mind screamed, “Yes… yes… YES!” This had been my fate all along. At least Bob and Ned were getting something out of their last few minutes of relationship with their sluts.

I watched as Darla’s bladder opened up. The guys all cheered in her room before they started shooting their loads at her naked body. It gave me such a thrill.

“Your turn, bitch!” Bob whispered into my ear. Then my bladder shamefully let go. My last conscious sensation was feeling him fill my ass with his cream.

I didn’t see Nicole poke her head in my room. And I didn’t see her smile. If I had, I would have recognized it as her “The bitch is finally getting what she fucking deserves” smile.

The guys enjoyed my corpse long after I was gone. Then they switched with the guys in Darla’s room. The two of us were thoroughly abused before our bodies were taken down to the kitchen. It was a fitting end for a DLW and her slutty daughter.

2022 (written for bedeyes Aug 22 ’22 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 10 4.4 (30)

Posted on July 5, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 10 – Trapped

My first reaction is to remove my reg and press it into her hand. But she waves it off and pulls her own reg back inside the door. That tells me they still have some oxygen left.

God only knows how much longer they have until their air supply runs dry. After all, ours is running low.

‘We’ve got to get them out of there now!’ I think in growing panic. But the damned door is barely open enough to let their arms through.

There’s no way in hell we can squeeze another tank through to them. Even if we left it here for them, allowing them to use the hose while we dashed up for help, it would still only buy them a few more minutes at most. I’m not even sure what we have on board.

My dive buddy and I both put our shoulders to the door, anxiously trying to force it open. At the same time I see two sets of hands trying to pry it open from the inside. Together the four of us strain with all our might.

I feel a little movement. But it’s agonizingly small, just enough to give us a little hope. It’s still not nearly enough for either of them to be able to wiggle their way out through the opening.

We finally exhaust ourselves and give up. It’s not about to open on the strength of the four of us.

Frantic, I remove my reg. Then I start calling out bubbly suggestions. Can they understand me? Is there another solution…

“HAVE YOU TRIED THE HATCH? …UP AT THE TOP? …THE HATCH – THE HATCH?”

“NO GOOD!” is the bubbly reply.

“WHAT??”

“NO GOOD – NO GOOD! HATCH NO GOOD!”

“PORTHOLES!” my companion cries out after removing her reg. “TRY THE PORTHOLES!”

“NO GOOD – NO GOOD! PORTHOLE’S TOO SMALL!”

I feel panic swell within me. The only way out seems to be the only way they got in… right through this door. But how the hell did they get inside if we can’t get the door open??

I suddenly remember the sound I heard while my dive buddy and I were pawing each other. It was followed by the faint disturbance of soil. That’s when a thought occurs to me…

What if the ship settled? What if somehow the door got wedged on them while they were inside? Is that what happened? Does it really matter how they got trapped inside??

Shit! How the hell are we going to get them out of there??

I look at my companion in growing panic. The fear in my features mirrors her own.

Once more we throw ourselves against the door, grunting and groaning as we strain with all our might. Their hands appear on the edge of the door again. And once again the four of us strain for all we’re worth to open the damned thing.

This time it hardly budges…

DAMNIT!

Andria’s hand emerges once more. This time it has a regulator in it. She beats on the door with it before letting go of it.

She makes a show of grabbing for something else. The implication is all too horribly clear. My face goes deathly pale as the panic swells within me…

They’re out of air already?? No – no – NO!

My heart leaps into my throat as I swallow hard. Am I about to lose Andria to some stupid diving accident? Is the cargo hold about to become her tomb??

I fill my lungs before removing my regulator. Then I place it in her hands. A moment later it disappears inside the hold.

For the moment I’m relieved. At least we can get them an air source. Then my dive partner grabs the gauge and checks our own tank.

I can tell by the horrified expression on her face that ours is almost gone as well.

This is not good! Four females sharing one tank? It’ll be empty in a matter of minutes… maybe even less than that!

The hose moves through the opening in the door. That tells me the reg is probably being passed back and forth. That’s when my companion pulls hers out of her mouth and gives it to me.

I do the best I can to breathe shallow. Then I realize it’s not going to matter all that much. A human body needs a decent lungful of air to work. But there’s only so much remaining inside the scuba tank.

My friend points at herself and then at me before she frantically starts motioning upward. She’s indicating one of us could go up and get help. I shake my head as I point at an imaginary watch on my wrist… “Not enough time.”

We’ve got to get them out now! If only we could get the damned door open somehow! What we need is more leverage, something to help force it open… a pipe or something…

… a pipe??

I suddenly remember seeing a couple lengths of pipe. They were lying on the floor of the pilot house with the rest of the debris. What if I could get one and bring it back down? Maybe then we could…

As far as I’m concerned, there’s no other option. We’re running out of time. I’m the one who thought of it, so I should go. Otherwise, precious seconds will be wasted trying to explain things to everyone.

I quickly fill my lungs before removing the reg from my mouth and giving it back to her. I try to gesture I’ll be right back. Then I turn and fin like crazy toward the bow of the sunken vessel, my heart hammering in my chest.

I tell myself I can do this. I HAVE to do this! If only I can hold my breath long enough in my increasingly panic-stricken state.

I turn the corner and detect sunlight coming down the stairwell. I rapidly fin toward it. At the same time, I consciously try to slow down just a little.

I have to calm myself. Panic won’t help anyone right now. I can’t afford to use up all the oxygen that’s left in my lungs. And I don’t want them to stumble upon my drowned body.

I tell myself they’ll be ok for a couple more minutes. I just have to fetch the damned pipe. I just hope it will be sufficient enough to do the damned job.

What if it won’t be enough? Then Andria and her newfound friend will drown! I tell myself not to consider the worst possible outcome and to just fetch the damned pipe!

I emerge from the stairwell and dart toward the pilothouse, quickly finning myself through the open doorway. Sure enough, the pipes are still there. I’m relieved to find them right where I saw them last.

…until I reach down to pick one up…

Oh, SHIT!

It’s heavier than I thought it would be. I try a second, but that one’s even worse. So I go back to the first one.

I grab one end and lift it up. Then I start dragging it with me as I back out the open door. I get it out onto the deck and work it over to the stairwell.

I let it go. It makes a disturbing banging sound as it clatters down the stairwell. At least now I’ve got it down below.

I notice a distinct burn in my lungs. My chest starts to heave. Gawd; I’m running out of breath!

I fin down the stairwell and find the end of the pipe. I lift it up and start backing up toward the opening to the corridor. It’s heavy enough to keep my feet in contact with the floor of the vessel.

I frantically pull on it. I’m afraid at some point I’m going to have to let it go. Soon I’ll need to make a mad dash back to the scuba tank for another breath.

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder. I bubbled in alarm as I cry out. My Asian friend has just scared the hell out of me with her sudden appearance.

A moment later she starts helping me pull the damned thing around the corner. Then we’re off down the corridor to the hold. She must’ve heard the banging and came to investigate.

I feel my lungs spasm more insistently. It makes me pull harder. I’m conflicted with the knowledge I need another breath from the scuba tank. In my current state I’ll probably breathe deeply, rapidly using up what little is left.

Fuck! This is going down much too fast! Ohmygawd; we’ve got to hurry!

I lose bubbles out of my mouth as we frantically pull the pipe down the passageway. My lungs heave more insistently. But I stubbornly pull on the damned thing, refusing to let go.

I’ll drown first before I let Andria suffer a similar fate! I feel a distinct arousal threatening to overwhelm me. But I can’t think about that, not right now!

The scuba tank appears, sitting up against the partly open door to the hold. My companion reaches for the hose. Then she gathers up the regulator and stuffs it into my mouth.

She’s just in time. I’m given a few refreshing puffs of air. Then I spit it back out, afraid I might be depriving Andria of what she might need.

Refreshed with a renewed burst of energy, I help her pull the pipe beyond the doorway. The other end reaches the door to the hold. Then we drop our end with a loud “CLANG”.

My partner quickly picks up the other end. She swings it over until it’s in the opening. The two of us struggle to force it through.

Beyond the door I see two sets of hands grab on. they help pull it partway inside. Maybe there’s hope after all!

Once more my dive buddy pushed the reg into my mouth. After another couple of quick, frantic puffs I shake my head… “TAKE IT OUT!” She pulls it out of my mouth and quickly sticks it in hers.

I call out to our two friends trapped inside the hold. “PULL, ANDRIA! PULL LIKE HELL!” Then I lift up our end and start to pull like crazy.

My dive partner spits out the regulator. She grabs onto the pipe and starts pulling on it with me. The two of us work like hell in a frantic effort to force the damned door open.

We each manage to lift up a finned foot. We brace ourselves against the door, desperate to release our two friends. Gawd; this has got to work!

At first it feels like nothing is happening. I start to get all sick inside. Despair wells up within me.

For a panicked moment I find myself wanting to bawl like a baby. “OHMYGAWD – NO! I DON’T WANT TO LOSE ANDRIA!” Then I hear the sound of screeching metal… of metal giving way.

Maybe?? C’mon – c’mon! Maybe??

The pipe starts to give. The door reluctantly nudges further open. My heart swells with renewed hope…

“C’MON, DAMN YOU – C’MON-C’MON-C’MON! OPEN ALREADY!!”

It creaks and groans. The door opens further. I can see it starting to wide.

Is it enough? Has it opened wide enough? Then the pipe suddenly feels heavier.

What? Have they lost it? Did they let go on purpose?

NOOOO! OHMYGAWD – DON’T GIVE UP, YOU TWO!

A moment later my dive buddy’s Asian friend starts to squirm through the opening. YES! OHMYGAWD – YES!

My lungs are on fire. I haven’t been paying attention to my growing need for air. Seeing her emerge means so much more to me.

The two of us keep on pulling on the pipe. If we stop now, Andria might not make it out alive. I burble and bubble like crazy as I strain with all my might…

C’MON, GIRLFRIEND – GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!

Andria’s head and chest emerge. But it looks like she’s struggling, trying to squeeze her way through. Ohmygawd; we didn’t get it open far enough!

C’MON, BABY; YOU CAN DO IT!

Andria suddenly squirts through the opening. A moment later my new dive buddy and I both let go of the pipe. It drops to the floor of the passageway with a loud bang.

Tears well up in my eyes; I’m on the verge of tears. Then I feel my chest spasm painfully. Shit; I’m out of breath!

My lungs are on fire as I lunge for the hose. I frantically cram the reg between my lips. I’m alarmed how hard it is to pull air into my lungs. That’s when it hits me… “Oh, shit! The damned thing is empty!!”

After getting a couple of quick puffs, I pull the reg out of my mouth. I place it in Andria’s hand, hoping there’s enough left for her and the others. Then I point at her and the reg before motioning… “Take a breath, then follow me!”

I fin down the corridor with long, smooth strokes. My heart thumps loudly in my chest. I’m out of breath, but all I feel is relief knowing they’re out of that damned hold! Now we’ve got to get the hell out of here and get to the surface fast!

I round the corner into the shadows. Then I halt, unwilling to head up by myself. I’ve got to make sure Andria’s coming too.

She emerges around the corner. I grab her arm, startling her as I push her off in the direction of the stairwell. She burbles as she gestures for me to come with her.

I wave her on ahead. Andria’s safely on her way. Now I have to make sure the others make it out.

A moment later Andria’s dive partner appears. I startle her too as I grab her arm from the shadows. Then I pull her onward before pushing her off toward the stairwell.

She sees it and nods at me. Then she makes a mad dash for it. I watch as her legs disappear out of sight.

My lungs are screaming at me. But I can’t make myself leave just yet. There’s one more; I won’t be able to live with myself until I know she’s safely out.

My sexy Asian dive buddy rounds the corner. But she’s minus the scuba tank. I realize to my utter horror that I’m now on my last breath. The next one will have to come from the surface.

As my lungs heave, she grabs MY hand. She pulls me out of the shadows towards the light of the stairwell. Then we’re out of the wreck and on our way to the surface, finning with smooth, powerful strokes.

…only now my lungs are on fire.

So is my damned pussy…

I find myself losing air like crazy. I feel like I’m getting weaker by the moment. At least I can look up and see Andria and her friend approaching the surface a few feet away from the two boats. Thankfully they’re both going to make it.

My dive partner fins hard. I can actually feel her pulling me rapidly to the surface. I try to help but I’m starting to get dizzy all over.

My legs aren’t working very well. My lungs feel like they want to explode. My body wants to inhale so fucking badly!

Air dribbles out of my nose. I fight like hell not to give in and inhale. Then it bursts out of my mouth, a small eruption of bubbles.

I’m going to inhale any second now. I’m going to drown within sight of the surface. A split-second later my damned pussy goes off.

I start convulsing and spasming a few feet from the surface. A flush of pleasure envelops me as my lungs try to suck air down my windpipe. Then my head’s out of water.

I gasp and cough like mad before sucking a huge mouthful of air down into my tortured lungs. My dive buddy helps keep my head above water. My body shudders as orgasmic aftershocks wash through me.

I weakly look all around, still coughing like crazy. I notice everyone else around me is gasping and sputtering. At least we’re all at the surface. I’m damned thankful for that!

It takes several seconds before getting fresh air into my system energizes me. Soon I’m able to tread water on my own without the aid of the woman who’s been at my side most of the time we’ve been down on the wreck. Then Andria’s right in front of me.

We hold each other tight, our words spilling out over each other as tears fill our eyes…

“You ok, babe…?” “I was so SCARED; I thought we were gonna DROWN…!” “I thought I was gonna LOSE you…!” “I thought you two were NEVER going to come…!” “What a STUPID thing to do…!” “It’s not OUR fault! The ship made a sound and then the door got jammed on us! I threw my bikini top out the door for you guys to see it!” “We TRIED the door – where the hell were you…?” “We were up at the hatch, trying to get out! I’m sorry…!” “Gawd, Andria – I’m so GLAD you’re ok…!”

We sob openly into each other’s necks. Next to us I hear in Japanese what amounts to the same type of conversation we’re just now having.

When I turn to look at them, I see they’ve stopped talking. Now they’re just crying softly as they hold onto each other. Andria and I stare at them for a long moment.

They become aware we’re looking at them. I think it embarrasses them. They push each other away, their sobs fading to sniffles.

“Thank you so much for helping me save my friend! The pipe was brilliant! I’m ashamed I did not think of it.” Her English is pretty damned good, although her accent is clearly Asian.

“No, thank you!” I reply, equally grateful. “I wouldn’t have made it had you not come and helped pull the pipe down the corridor with me.”

She smiles and nods. We all go quiet, suddenly at a loss for words. That’s when she speaks up once again.

“My name is Shiori. This is Emiko. Her name means ‘smiling child’, but I think it should be changed to ‘playful child’, considering her actions down on the wreck.”

She looks at her friend and adds, “Wouldn’t you agree?” Emiko blushes. Andria giggles like a naughty school girl. I can’t resist giving her the stink-eye.

“My name is Shelly.” Then I wrap an arm around my girlfriend’s neck.

“This is Andria. I think her name means ‘trouble-maker’. But I’ve never really looked it up…”

“HEY!”

“You guys coming aboard or not?” We all turn to see Jake at the rail of the sailboat as he leans toward us.

“Lunch is just about ready. I see you’ve met Shiori and Emiko. C’mon aboard and meet Almonte! He’s down below helping with lunch.”

I suddenly realize how famished I am. So the four of us swim toward the side of the sailboat. Our adventure on the wreck is momentarily forgotten as strong pangs of hunger set in.

2007; 2021 (written Sep 13 ’07; ed. Jan 11 ‘21 by riwa)

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Snuff Teri 5.0 (Ch 10 Pole-dancing Teri) 4.1 (15)

Posted on June 30, 2023 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I’ve changed my mind!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“NOOOOO!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, sir…!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Computer: release the worms!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (3)

Posted on June 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming July rewards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Seductress 4 4.4 (48)

Posted on June 25, 2023 by riwa

PART 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you make it?”

“A couple of times.”

“Mind if I try?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure; anything you say.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You did great, Mrs er, uh… Karen.”

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

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

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

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

“You’ll stay with me; right?”

“I’d be happy to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Didn’t what, Robert?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry.”

“Ready when you are, Robert.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? I asked in confusion.

“Dive mask please.”

“I beg your pardon?”

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

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

“Trunks, please.”

“Mrs. Walker, are you sure?”

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

“Yes, ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, ma’am.”

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

“Sorry… Karen.”

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

“Yes, ma-er, uh… right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Girl’s night out 4 4.5 (75)

Posted on June 20, 2023 by riwa

“Maybe she’d like to try it out?”

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

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

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

“But I’m soaked! I need to clean up.”

“We’ll clean you up later.”

“I don’t want my ass impaled!”

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

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

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

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

Part 4

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

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

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

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

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

“No; wait! NOO!” But it’s too late.

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

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

“N-not really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But what about m-my family?”

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

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

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

“But I h-hardly know any of you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Change posts?” I stammer uncertainly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No… wait… I’m – arrghh…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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