Breathholding for coach 4.2 (37)

Posted on April 27, 2026 by riwa

“Ok, girls!” Coach Wanamaker told her team. “That’s enough for today. Let’s try again tomorrow when you can put your mind on holding your breath better during the routine.”

As the other girls climbed out of the pool, she waved Elena and Skyler over. They swam over to the side of the pool where she was standing. That’s when Coach Wanamaker discreetly told them, “Sheryl stays after to work on her breath-holding. Get her ready for me.”

“Anything you say, coach,” Skyler replied quietly. Then she gave Elena a knowing look, which was returned.

Sheryl was just climbing the ladder out of the water when Elena grabbed her and pulled her back in. Sheryl bubbled as she worked herself back to the surface. “Hey!” she protested to Skyler when she came back up. “What gives? What’s that all about?”

“Coach wants you to stick around a while and work on your breath-holding,” her teammate explained.

“Besides, you don’t seem to be taking this very seriously,” Elena added.

“Fuck you, you bitches! I’m going home!” Then Sheryl went for the ladder again.

“Coach isn’t going to take too kindly to that,” Elena told her as she pulled her off and back into the pool.

Sheryl bubbled as she submerged before making her way back up, only for Skyler to push down on her head. Sheryl bubbled indignantly before she forcefully worked herself back to the surface.

“One… two… THREE!” Then both teammates forced her back down together.

This time, Sheryl inhaled deeply before she went under. She was tempted to fight them off. But she suspected it would do no good, especially since it was two against one.

She tried to relax and hold her breath, hoping they weren’t going to push her too hard. Her teammates, their heads above the surface, appeared to relax when she stopped resisting them. Perhaps it was better not to fight them on this one.

She noticed Skyler had a watch in her hand and was checking the time. Maybe if she satisfied them, they would let her go. So Sheryl tried to concentrate.

They finally removed their hands, allowing her to surface. She came up panting quietly. But she suspected her efforts would not be considered satisfactory.

“That was a minute,” Skyler told her. “We need to be able to do a minimum of two in order to successfully accomplish our synchro routines. But coach Wanamaker wants us all to be able to do three.”

Sheryl protested, “Three minutes?? Why three?”

“Coach has her reasons,” Elena replied with a knowing smile.

“Reasons? What reasons?”

“One-thirty,” Skyler warned her. “Back down you go. In three… two… one!”

“All right – all right!” Then Sheryl inhaled deeply before her teammates pushed down on her head again.

She bubbled as she was forced back down below the surface. She tentatively tested them to see just how serious they were. When she found out they were both pushing down on her head, she gave up and settled in to hold her breath.

It was a bit of a challenge. But it was nothing she couldn’t achieve. She figured she could probably do two minutes if she really had to. But three might be a different story.

Her lungs were just starting to strain when they let her go. She came up panting quietly for breath. That’s when she asked, “How long are you two bitches going to keep this up? I’ve got things to do and places to be.”

Elena told her, “You’ll stay here until coach comes back and checks on your progress.”

“She’s coming back?”

“After the other girls have gone home,” Skyler explained. “You don’t have a problem with that; do you?”

“But what about you two bitches?”

“You want some company?” Elena asked with a chuckle. “No problem.”

They all inhaled deeply. Sheryl went under before they could push down on her head. Then she grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder as Elena and Skyler came down on either side of her.

It wasn’t long before Sheryl noticed how erect her teammates’ nipples had become. They were trying to poke through their team uniforms. But she had to admit to herself that she was also becoming aroused by all this forced breath-holding.

She noticed Skyler keeping track of the time again. But strangely, Elena was starting to touch herself all over. What the hell kind of breath-hold practice session was this??

She glanced over at Skyler who had also started to touch herself a little. But she was still keeping track of the time. Hell, if they were going to do it…

Sheryl gently touched her crotch, enjoying the tingling she felt. Then she caught sight of Elena smiling at her. She knowingly smiled back, figuring it must be ok if they were doing it too.

She felt a growing strain in her lungs. “To hell with this!” she finally told herself. But when she started up, Skyler shook her head before her teammates grabbed onto her and kept her forcefully submerged.

She was losing her breath, her chest heaving, when they finally let her go. Sheryl shot up and gasped loudly for breath. That’s when her teammates came up on either side of her.

“What the hell was that??” she panted. “You bitches almost drowned me!”

“Next time we just might,” Elena chuckled.

“Don’t tempt us,” Skyler added. “Now you’re going to do two minutes. Only this time, you’re going to do it upside down.”

“Upside down? But I’ll get water up my nose!”

“Occupational hazard,” Elena chuckled. “Unless, of course, you want us to help you again.”

Sheryl looked at the both of them before shaking her head. “Ok – ok; so I’ll try to do two minutes upside down. Just how the hell am I supposed to accomplish that?”

“Be creative,” Elena chuckled.

“I suppose you could use the ladder,” Skyler suggested.

“The ladder?” Sheryl repeated dubiously.

“Feel free to get yourself off,” Elena added. “That’s what I do whenever I’m holding my breath upside down for Coach Wanamaker. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be up to three minutes by the time she gets back.”

“Why?” Sheryl wanted to know. But her teammates wouldn’t tell her. They simply smiled knowingly at her.

“Three… two… one…”

“Ok – ok; I’m going!” Sheryl cried out indignantly at a counting Skyler.

She inhaled deeply. Then she submerged. But this time, she was expected to flip herself over and go upside down. How the hell was she supposed to do that?

For a moment, she considered the pool ladder. Ducking behind it might satisfy them. At least then they couldn’t force her as easily; right?

Sheryl smoothly flipped herself upside down before carefully slipping herself in behind the pool ladder. It was a flip she’d perfected for their synchro routines. She thought it was a pretty graceful move, if she did say so herself.

Elena came down with her. But this time, Skyler stayed up at the surface, keeping track of the time. Would she be able to do two minutes upside down for them? Or would they really push her?

Sheryl noticed Elena’s eyes were closed as she rubbed herself. So she closed hers as well, rubbing her own crotch to concentrate on the pleasurable feelings while holding her breath. Skyler remained up at the surface, holding onto the ladder as she kept track of the time.

Sheryl did get water up her nose. For a moment, she almost chickened out. But the burning sensation faded away after a while.

She continued to focus on holding her breath while touching herself. Rubbing her crotch was a good distraction. She could even feel her nub swelling until she was able to make it tingle underneath the fabric of her suit.

Her teammate Elena rubbed her own crotch as well. But that damned Skyler had her eyes glued to her watch. Sheryl strongly doubted they were going to allow her to surface until she’d reached two minutes.

She tried to relax and just go with it. But her body was not acclimated to holding her breath for longer periods of time. It wasn’t long until she began wriggling to come out from behind the ladder.

Elena must have opened her eyes or detected her struggles. She immediately grabbed onto her to keep her in place. Sheryl bubbled as she struggled to be allowed to surface.

A moment later, Skyler came down to lend a hand. That’s when Sheryl really started to panic. She wriggled loose, worked her way out from behind the metal ladder, and then shot up to the surface. Her teammates came up to join her until they were all gasping and panting.

She was trying to get her breath back when coach Wanamaker suddenly appeared. “How’s it going, girls?” she asked.

Sheryl protested, “These two bitches are trying to drown me!” But the coach ignored her as she turned to Skyler and asked how she was doing.

“She came up before she reached two minutes,” the synchro swimmer explained. Elena added, “She doesn’t understand the need to hold her breath longer, coach.”

“I understand perfectly!” Sheryl declared. “You don’t have to drown me over it!”

“Here, girls,” the 35 year old coach said as she tossed items at Elena and Skyler. “Use these. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

“Use what?” Sheryl wanted to know.

Elena caught a set of soft cuffs. Skyler caught an additional pair, along with a set of metal handcuffs. That’s when both grinned at each other before looking at their charge.

“What have you got there?” Sheryl asked.

“Something to help you hold your breath,” Skyler told her, placing the soft cuffs on the edge of the pool before dangling the metal cuffs in her direction.

“Oh, HELL NO!”

Sheryl tried to make a run for it. But her teammates grabbed onto her, forcing her arms behind her back. Then they pushed her underwater, causing her to bubble and struggle before they attached the cuffs to her wrists.

Sheryl came up bubbling and sputtering, “Why you BITCHES!” Skyler just laughed. That’s when they submerged her, forcing her head under as they went for her legs.

Sheryl wriggled, squirmed and bubbled. But she was no match for the two of them. She ended up dangling upside down, her ankles soft-cuffed to the upper rungs of the ladder.

Her teammates lifted her up by her chest until her head came out of the water. “Now maybe you’ll stay down for as long as you need to,” Elena chuckled.

“YOU BITCHES CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

“Coach is gonna be back in ten minutes,” Skyler warned. “So you’d better improve real fast at holding your breath. Now are you ready to go back under?”

“WAIT – WAIT!”

“Three… two… one!”

Sheryl frantically inhaled before she was forced down. She ended up being upside down with her back to the metal ladder, her legs split apart with her ankles cuffed to each side of the pool ladder. She jerked around with her arms and bubbled, but it was no use.

She tried to settle in for a long breath-hold. But it was quite the challenge. Her heart was beating fast, and she felt like she was already out of breath.

She began bubbling and struggling after about a minute and a half. Her teammates reluctantly let her up. They helped her bend upward at the waist until her head cleared the surface.

Sheryl gasped for air, struggling to get her breath back. “I’d hold my breath a whole lot longer if I were you,” Skyler warned. “When coach comes back, she’s gonna to do a breath-hold with you herself. And I can promise you one thing for sure: she’s liable to keep you down for a full three minutes.”

“I’m not a mermaid!” Sheryl protested.

“You’re on coach Wanamaker’s team,” Elena reminded her. “If you don’t wanna drown, you’ll hold your breath a full three minutes.”

“YOU BITCHES ARE CRAZY!”

“Get ready for a long one,” Skyler warned. Then she started counting her down.

“Wait – WAIT!” Then Sheryl inhaled sharply. A moment later, they pushed her back down.

Sheryl ended up upside down again, her teammates on either side of her. But wisely, she did not resist them. She didn’t want to get hurt banging against the ladder behind her. And she didn’t want them to drown her.

This time, something happened that she wasn’t expecting. Elena and Skyler began fondling her breasts through her swimsuit. Her nipples hardened as they touched and caressed her.

The distraction actually helped her forget about the task at hand. She wasn’t as focused at trying to hold her breath. But she wasn’t quite sure how to react to her handsy teammates.

Sheryl didn’t know how long she’d been holding her breath when they slowly slipped the straps to her team uniform off her shoulders. They gently pealed her suit back until her breasts became exposed. Both girls gently fondled and caressed her bare mounds until her nipples stiffened noticeably.

She felt hands run up and down her inner thighs. Then Elena gently rubbed her crotch, which set her to trembling like crazy. What the hell kind of breath-hold training was THIS??

She was shocked when Elena and Skyler came closer to her chest. Both teammates kissed her quivering mounds. Then each one took a nipple between their lips.

Sheryl moaned as she released bubbles out of her mouth. Her body tingled like crazy. Was this what these two crazy bitches did in the pool after hours??

She felt it in her chest as her time underwater slipped past two minutes. But there was nothing she could do about it. She was at their mercy. Hell, they could drown her like this if they wanted to!

Hands caressed her all over. One hand rubbed her crotch, only to withdraw. That’s when another hand moved in to rub and fondle her.

Sheryl lost a few more bubbles out of her nose and mouth. She clamped her lips shut, struggling not to inhale. But the burn in her chest was getting worse.

Her lungs heaved. But Elena and Skyler kept licking and sucking on her nipples while caressing her all over. Sheryl wriggled, squirmed and bubbled, concerned they were going to keep her down too long and drown her.

She trembled at the sexual onslaught while swallowing down the urge to inhale. It helped for a few seconds, only for the burn in her lungs to return even stronger. Her chest heaved again and again in warning.

Sheryl was sure they were going to drown her. Then they lifted her up toward the surface. Her head came up out of the water, allowing her to gasp loudly for breath.

She panted like crazy in order to get her breath back. “Well?” Skyler asked with a sly smile. “Which is better? Struggling to hold your breath until you drown? Or experiencing a little bit of a distraction to help take your mind off your lungs?”

Sheryl panted before gasping, “I don’t… I don’t know. Is this what… is this what you crazy bitches do in the pool after hours?”

“Maybe,” Elena chuckled.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Skyler told her. “It took your mind off it; didn’t it?”

“How long was I down?”

“Almost two forty-five,” Skyler replied. “Although we had to force you a little at the end. Be grateful it wasn’t coach Wanamaker.”

“What? Why?”

“Here she comes,” Elena observed. “Quick; we gotta get her back down!”

“Deep breath,” Skyler warned, “…in three… two… one!”

Sheryl inhaled deeply. Then they forced her down until she was upside down again. A moment later, they were both sucking on her erect nipples again.

Sheryl bubbled a little. Then she clamped her lips shut to concentrate on the feelings. Gawd; not again??

Hands rubbed her all over, setting her body to tingling like crazy. She felt fingers rub her crotch and her inner thighs. Sheryl did her best to focus on the sexual assault her body was receiving without thinking too much about holding her breath.

Her exposed breasts tingled wildly as her crotch throbbed with longing. Gawd; at this rate they were liable to make her cum! This was crazy!

There was a sudden splash. A moment later, a naked body came into view. Sheryl was shocked to discover it was coach Wanamaker.

Her two teammates suddenly moved aside. That’s when her coach pressed her bare crotch up against her face. Sheryl tasted a naked pussy pressed up to her lips.

The material to her suit was pulled aside. A moment later, she felt a tongue begin to poke and probe her winking opening. It made her stiffen and bubble into the crotch pressed up against her mouth.

Sheryl couldn’t believe it! Coach Wanamaker was… she was tongue-fucking her pussy while making her hold her breath! And her teammates weren’t doing a single thing to stop her!

Coach aggressively humped her face. Sheryl decided she’d better get busy or things were only going to get worse. So she began tonguing the slit pressed up against her lips.

Coach Wanamaker stopped humping against her. Instead, she began grinding against her mouth as though wanting more. Sheryl groaned as she tried to tongue her a little more aggressively.

She bubbled as her lungs began to burn. Gawd! What if coach drowned her??

She’d heard of one swimmer being pushed to her limits until she’d swallowed water. But the girl had chosen to stay on the team. Was she going to also suffer because she couldn’t hold her breath long enough??

She tongued and tongued as she felt coach’s mouth and tongue probe her opening. It made her quiver and tremble, causing her to lose a few more bubbles. Gawd; this was sheer torture!

How long did she have left to hold her breath? How long was coach gonna push her limits? What if… what if coach let her swallow water??

It swelled within her until she shuddered from an unexpected orgasm. That’s when she felt coach hump and grind against her face. A moment later it felt as though the older woman was also cumming.

Sheryl felt weak and dizzy. She was sure she was going to inhale any moment now. That’s when coach Wanamaker pulled away from her.

She felt hands lift her upward, bending her at the waist until her head cleared the surface. Sheryl came up coughing and gasping. Coach Wanamaker and her teammates were also up at the surface.

“How long?” coach asked Skyler.

“3:12,” her teammate replied with some pride in her voice as she checked her watch.

“Fair enough,” the coach told them. “Give her a couple more sessions before you send her home. Make sure she keeps reaching three minutes. Is that clear?”

“Yes, coach,” Elena and Skyler replied in unison.

“Good.” Then coach Wanamaker climbed out of the pool.

“A couple more sessions?” Sheryl asked in alarm as she looked at her teammates.

“I’m first,” Elena smirked as she proceeded to pull her one-piece down off her body.

Sheryl’s eyes widened with alarm. “Gawd; you WOULDN’T!”

“Wouldn’t she?” Skyler asked with a knowing smile. “I’d do a good job of holding my breath with her if I were you. When I’m doing this shit, I like to stay down and enjoy myself for three and a half minutes.”

Sheryl looked at Skyler and blanched. “No!” she breathed.

“Deep breath,” Elena warned, “…in three… two… one!”

Sheryl inhaled deeply. Then she was forced upside down against the ladder again. A moment later she felt Elena press her winking slit up against her lips.

A tongue poked and probed her opening. Then she felt a finger push its way inside. Sheryl groaned and bubbled, wondering if she was going to survive this little breath-holding session with these two crazy bitches without swallowing any water.

8-9-25 Inspired by JustPaul’s render.

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Hanging the CEO 4.5 (34)

Posted on April 20, 2026 by riwa

Charlize and Nattie passionately kissed. Their hands roamed each other’s vinyl-covered bodies. Their outfits came in contact with each other, rubbing and squeaking as they made out with each other.

The CEO of the company was particularly aroused. Charlize was making out with the corporation’s private executrix. The woman she was kissing had, in fact, hanged a couple of managers down in the basement of the corporate office within the past three months.

Maybe that was the reason for her attraction to her. Maybe that was why they had become lovers. Perhaps it was the thrill of being in the arms of a woman who’d taken a few lives by noosing them up and then dropping them.

She had to admit their outfits were also a major part of the attraction to the woman. They both loved wearing vinyl, especially when they were making out with each other. But tonight was especially arousing, being as how Nattie was wearing her executioner’s outfit: tight black vinyl from neck to toe, accompanied by long black vinyl gloves and knee-high black vinyl boots. The only thing missing was the hood.

They came up for air, breathing heavily. Then they went back at it. Charlize could not keep from kissing her lover passionately as her hands hungrily caressed up and down a sexy, vinyl-clad body.

She could not believe her good fortune. Here she was, making out with the company executioner. The thought drove her wild with sexual passion and excitement.

She kept thinking back to a moment in time just two weeks ago. On that day, the sexy woman in her grasp had hanged Melina for mismanaging her division. Charlize had personally signed off on the execution.

She’d met the corporate office heads down in the basement, and had watched as Nattie had dispatched the troublesome employee. She could still remember the black vinyl straight-jacket Nattie had used to secure the woman. The little black ball-gag had conveniently kept Melina from protesting.

She had excitedly watched along with the others while Nattie had finished strapping Melina’s ankles together. Then the executrix had looked right at the CEO. Charlize had to admit her crotch had been totally soaked when she’d nodded with flashing eyes for her lover to carry out the deed.

Nattie had gone over to the lever along the wall. Then she’d paused dramatically before pulling it. Poor Melina had let out a frightened, muffled squawk before dropping about a foot.

It had taken everything she had not to climax at that moment while watching Melina wriggle and squirm like a fish on a line. The squeaking sound of vinyl against flesh had only further inflamed her passions. Then Nattie had given her a knowing look, giving Charlize erotic chills.

In that tight outfit and restricted movements, it had taken Melina 15 minutes for her heart to stop beating. Then everyone had gone on about their business. But Nattie and Charlize had retired to the penthouse where the CEO had been the brutal recipient of her lover’s strap-on while both wore tight vinyl attire for the occasion.

They came up for air again, panting heavily. Nattie murmured, “What’s got you all hot and bothered tonight?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Charlize replied. “Just a mental image of you dropping Melina, and the sound of her vinyl rubbing as she gasped her last breath through that ball-gag.”

“You’re such a romantic,” Nattie laughed. Then she paused thoughtfully. “Or maybe… Perhaps you’re imagining it’s you who’s standing upon my trap getting ready to dance for me.”

“I’d be lying if I told you I’ve never thought about it,” the CEO breathed, her lips brushing against those of her lover.

“And I’d be lying if I told you I’ve never thought about hanging you in that sexy outfit,” the executrix breathed back. And the two aroused, vinyl-clad ladies passionately embraced again, furiously tonguing each other’s mouths.

A sudden ominous tone came from the executioner’s iPhone. She sighed as they pulled apart. “You’re not two-timing me, are you?” Charlize queried warily.

I’ve been expecting this one,” Nattie sighed. “I’d better take it somewhere else. I think Clifford’s going to need my services again for another one of his private spectacles.”

“You mean I’ve been missing out? There’s been other executions without my presence? Nattie, honey; you’ve been holding out on me!” The executrix just laughed before rising up, walking over, picking up her iPhone, and then heading out the door.

Charlize sighed heavily. Just when it was getting good. But the only one who could override any of her corporate decisions right now was Clifford the owner. And when he barked, everyone in the company jumped.

She got up, went over to the kitchenette and poured herself a glass of wine. Maybe patience was called for in this situation. There was a good possibility Nattie would be returning after hanging someone else down in the basement. No doubt she would be horny and would need some relief before retiring for the night.

Charlize thought back to poor Melina suffering in the noose that night in all that sexy vinyl. And of course there was Kara who’d been hanged a couple months earlier. She vividly remembered that one as well, being as how she’d also signed off on it.

So Clifford was having private executions, eh? That would explain the occasional employee turning up missing and never reporting for work again. The thought gave her an erotic thrill in her crotch. Perhaps she would have to ask the owner for permission to attend a few of his private, er uh… “functions”.

She thought about what they’d shared about her hanging for Nattie. It was an erotic rabbit hole she liked to go down from time to time. But that was never going to happen. After all, she’d covered her tracks too w–

The door suddenly opened. There was Nattie. This time she was wearing her executioner’s hood.

Charlize’s heart skipped a beat. “Clifford?” she asked in hopeful excitement. Nattie nodded.

“You came right back. Does that mean this time I’ve been invited?” Her lover nodded again.

Charlize stood up as a surge of sexual arousal tingled through her. Then she thought about her blouse. It was mostly sheer, hiding nothing. The CEO wondered if her whole outfit might not fit too well with Clifford’s stiff, formal demeanor.

“Maybe I’d better change,” she remarked with a knowing smile.

“Clifford says to bring you down just the way you are.”

“The way I am?? But he knows I like to dress a certain way whenever I’m entertaining…”

Her voice trailed off. There was something about the way Nattie was looking at her. There was something different in her lover’s eyes.

Her stomach lurched as her emotions swirled. Then Nattie advanced toward her. A small length of rope had appeared in her hand.

“Me??” Charlize gasped in astonishment. Nattie nodded.

“In this tight outfit??”

“We’ll walk slow, honey.”

The CEO’s heart sank with a thud. “Would it do any good if I ordered you not to do this?”

“Clifford outranks you. I have my orders. You’ve been a very bad girl, Charlize.” She paused before thoughtfully adding, “Am I going to get any trouble out of you?”

The CEO shook her head as she started to tremble. “No, Nattie,” she murmured quietly. “No trouble.”

The executrix came up to her and turned her around. Then she began tying her wrists tightly behind her back. There was a little bit of squeaking from the noise of rope against vinyl gloving.

“I suppose I should thank you,” Nattie remarked emotionlessly.

The CEO frowned. “Thank me? Thank me for what? Getting myself in trouble so that you would have the pleasure of hanging me?”

“That too,” the executrix replied. “No, I was thinking of Melina… and Kara… and Penelope… all executed on your orders with instructions to make sure they were ball-gagged and silenced so they could not proclaim their innocence. You’ve been a very bad girl.”

Nattie turned the CEO around. Then she produced a ball-gag. Charlize trembled again as a surge of fear mixed with a perverse arousal hit her hard.

She looked dubiously at the ball-gag. “That won’t be necessary, Nattie.”

“Oh, I know it won’t,” the executrix replied. “Clifford’s orders. He wants you treated the very same way you treated those others.” She paused before wryly adding, “I’m going to enjoy doing this to you, honey.”

“I’ll just bet you are-awulbbbb!”

The ball-gag was forced between her lips. It was secured tightly by the clasp at the back of her head. Charlize idly wondered just how much drool she would produce on their way down to the basement.

“Take one last look around,” Nattie offered.

The CEO looked all around her penthouse suite. She sure was going to miss all this. Then she turned and nodded with a grunt at her lover.

Nattie took her arm and escorted her to the express elevator. Then she rang for it. “How do you feel?” she remarked calmly without turning to face her. “The same way Melina must have felt? Or Kara? Or Penelope perhaps? All knowing they were going to their deaths on your command and helpless to do anything about it?” Charlize did not respond.

The door quietly opened. The executrix and the condemned both stepped through. Then they turned and faced the door as Nattie pushed the button to the basement.

“It puts things in a whole new light, doesn’t it?” Nattie said as she stiffly faced the door. “They were innocent the entire time. You knew that, didn’t you. Did it excite you knowing you were watching innocent women hang to death?”

Charlize did not give any kind of response, although with the ball-gag in her mouth she suspected her lover didn’t want or need one. After all, those women had served their purpose. They needed to be disposed of before the truth came to light.

The fact they were not guilty of anything?

Yes…

Charlize had to admit to a certain sense of perverse pleasure watching them suffer in their nooses.

“I must admit I enjoyed hanging them as well,” Nattie went on guiltily as she stared at the door. “Especially Melina. The way she wriggled as she fought her noose… as though protesting her innocence the entire time perhaps? I know you sure enjoyed it.”

Charlize was remembering that last hanging now, remembering how erotic it had been… so calmly snuffing the life of an innocent woman.

Now it was her turn. How would she respond once her feet were standing on the trap with the noose around her throat?

“And the way I raped you with that strap-on in your penthouse after her hanging? Did you really think that was all the punishment you were ever going to receive? I should have raped you harder. Hell, you probably would have loved that.”

Charlize thought back to that night: the hanging and subsequent orgasms that had been fucked out of her. Now that was all coming to an end. Did she really think she was truly going to get away with it all?

“You used me, Charlize,” Nattie remarked unhappily. “Of course, I used you right back. I was happy to hang those bitches because I thought they deserved it. But don’t you worry about it none. I’ve fantasized about this day for a long time. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect it to become a reality.” Then she leaned over and hissed, “I’m gonna enjoy every damn minute of your suffering, you bitch!”

At that moment the elevator suddenly came to a halt. That’s when an erotic jolt of fear and excitement hit the CEO like a freight train. She gulped as she started to tremble, a trickle of drool spilling out past her lips onto her vinyl blouse.

Nattie grabbed her and started to step forward. But Charlize suddenly found herself balking. “Oh, NOW you’re having second thoughts? I guess you should have thought things through more carefully before you sent those three women to their deaths. There’s no telling how many more Clifford had me execute before finding out the truth around here. Now let’s go!”

Once Nattie got her moving again, her lover began to walk at a steady pace. The execution chamber was just up ahead. Besides, there was no use trying to resist now. This was all being done on Clifford’s orders. Clearly he must have found out.

They paused outside the door to the chamber. Nattie pushed a button. Then they both waited.

The door suddenly opened. There was Clifford. He was dressed in black and was wearing a hood, something that looked like it would fit better on a mugger than an executioner. He never was very good at acting the part.

“Welcome, Charlize,” he said with a warm smile. “We’re so glad you could join us.” Then he motioned with a wave of his hand at the nine majority shareholders formally dressed standing stiffly in two rows. There was not a single look of mercy in their eyes.

“This way,” Clifford motioned toward the trap. “I’m sure you know the way. You’ve been down here several times before. You remember Melina, don’t you?”

Charlize stiffened with alarm. Of course she remembered Melina. She remembered just how much the woman had suffered… and how much it had turned her on. Was she about to suffer just as much?

Clifford took both arms and marched her over to the trap as Nattie walked beside them. That’s when the CEO began to hyperventilate. More drool was now spilling out past her ball-gag onto her vinyl blouse.

“That’s a lovely outfit you’re wearing,” Clifford told her with a smirk. “Very fitting; very appropriate.”

“She wore it special for this occasion,” Nattie told him with a wry smile.

“Did she now.” That’s when Charlize blushed at the way her breasts were so visible through the material. It was the first time she could ever recall being embarrassed about anything since she’d joined the company.

Clifford held her arms in a firm grip as Nattie gathered up the dangling coil. “Well, Charlize.” he told her. “I guess this is goodbye. I’d like to say it’s been good having you in our company. But I think Penelope, Kara and Melina would beg to differ.”

Charlize stiffened again. Her life was about to come to a harsh end in a matter of moments. It was hard to believe!

“Any last words?” the owner asked the condemned. Charlize let out a grunt of protest, indicating she was incapable of speech.

“Of course,” Clifford said as though catching himself. “How thoughtless of me. This is in the way. Here let me take care of that for you. Besides, we’re all looking forward to hearing your painful gasps for breath.”

He unlatched the ball-gag and then pulled it out of her mouth. Charlize worked her jaws as he tossed it aside. Nattie held the noose at the ready.

“Any last words?” Clifford asked again. “Not that you allowed any for Penelope, Kara and Melina.”

She started to speak. But she could only cough as her throat was dry. Now she was frightened out of her wits.

A small voice in the back of her head was laughing at her. It told her she’d casually sent all those women to their deaths. Now she was going to experience their painful hangings for herself.


“No?” Then Clifford moved her forward until her heels were placed upon the trap on top of the painted footprints.

He stepped back as Nattie looped the coil around her lover’s throat and tightened it. “No strap this time for your ankles,” she murmured softly. “We want those legs to fight in that tight vinyl outfit you’re wearing.”

Nattie patted her once on the shoulder before walking over to the lever. Charlize trembled like mad as she tried to catch her breath. She was supposed to be terrified… and she was. Yet why was she so insanely aroused right now??

“Any remorse?” Nattie quietly asked her, perhaps in a desire to bring closure to her own feelings of guilt at the pleasure she’d experienced hanging all those others.

The CEO barely heard the remark. Did she have any remorse? No, not really. It was mostly for getting caught. So she gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

“That’s what I thought. So you’ll get none from me as well.”

Charlize heard the lever being pulled. The trap abruptly fell away beneath her. She dropped about a foot before the rope caught her up short, tightening around her throat.

The jarring halt made her start to wriggle and kick. The outfit which she dearly loved now worked against her. It was incredibly tight, restricting her movements.

She heard the arousing squeak of vinyl against flesh. For a moment she forgot what was happening and wondered who was hanging so erotically. Then the agony around her throat brought her quickly back to reality.

She kicked; she wriggled; she shimmied. Then Clifford walked all around her. He smiled lustfully at her as he reached out to steady her convulsing form.

Others began walking around her. It was the shareholders. They observed, they touched, they steadied her jerking body, and then moved on.

At that point Nattie came into her field of vision. “I should have shoved toys up your holes, bitch. But I suspect you would have enjoyed them too much. So I’ll just wish you a happy hanging.” Then she reached out and caressed a quivering breast before walking back to her lever.

Charlize kicked, shimmied and humped. The desire to breathe was overwhelming. Her lungs screamed in her chest as she wriggled like a worm, instinctively trying to shed the constricting coil around her throat.

A moment later she started seeing things. Melina… Kara… Penelope… all kicking and fighting and hanging. Then all three were clinging to her, trying to tighten the coil around her throat even more. She rasped and gurgled as she tried in vain to scream.

There was Nattie with her strap-on. Only this time she had it rammed down her throat! She couldn’t breathe – she couldn’t breathe! Nattie; stop!!

Her pussy clenched and throbbed. Then it was as though she could feel Nattie raping her with that damned strap-on. It hurt – it hurt – she was cumming, but it hurt like hell!

Her vision changed again in her delirium. She was watching Melina suffer in the noose. No, wait! It was Melina watching HER suffer in the noose! Gawd; no!

She fought the noose for a good 14 minutes. It felt like an eternity until she finally hung limp. Clifford walked by again, touching and caressing her. He was followed by those damned shareholders.

Nattie came by and caressed her chest. “There’s a secretary I’m meeting later tonight,” she quietly told the dangling body. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of her with my strap-on. And I’m gonna imaging it’s you the entire time.”

Charlize’s vision began to fail her. She could no longer feel her extremities. She felt cold all over.

She quivered one last time from an orgasm she barely acknowledged. Then her vision failed her. It was another two minutes before her heart stopped beating, ending the sordid tale of all the chaos she had caused within the company.

2/20/26 written for @Tonia28de and inspired by the manipulation she sent me.

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BONUS: My mother the breath-holder – Mermaid Lounge visit 4.2 (32)

Posted on April 13, 2026 by riwa

I would not have minded visiting the Mermaid Lounge by myself or with my girlfriend Gloria. But I was there with my mother because she wanted me to bring her. That was a whole different situation entirely.

The first thing we saw once we got inside was the lap dance tank. A woman in a yellow bikini was giving a lap dance to a male in a blue swimsuit. It looked like his cock was underneath her the way she was grinding against it.


Mom nudged me and smiled as she pointed at the tank. “See, Georgie? I can make money in this place.”

“You’ll only gamble it away, mom,” I replied sourly. That’s because she was making minimal headway on her gambling debt.

“That don’t look so hard, Georgie,” she said as she pointed at the tank. “All I have to do is hold my breath.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’ll do anything to make money; won’t you, mom!”

“Why not, Georgie!” Then she saw a redhead in a red bikini over by the locker rooms.

“I’m going over to talk to her, Georgie. She looks like she might work here.” Then she headed over to her with her small carrying case in hand. It made me wonder if she had her swimming suit in there.

I saw them talking to each other. The redhead nodded about something. Then they went inside the locker room.

All I could do was sigh. What kind of trouble was mom getting herself into this time?

The couple finished in the lap dance tank, causing the spectators around me to clap for them. Then they surfaced together. I had no idea if either of them worked here or if they’d both paid to use the tank.

They shed their ankle weights, got their towels and headed off through a doorway. I heard people around me discussing how much fun it looked like, and how long they had held their breath before being forced to surface. I just shook my head. Wait until they met my mother!

I was just starting to wonder what was taking so long when mom and that redhead emerged out of a doorway up on top of the tank. Mom was in that skimpy black bikini she had, the one that showed a lot of cleavage. There was a murmur at their sudden appearance.

The redhead smiled at everyone, waiting for all the conversations to die down. “This is Marie,” she finally told everyone as she motioned at my fit, attractive mother who was attaching ankle weights down at her feet. “She’s willing to take on anyone who can hold their breath longer than she can. Just put $100 down, join her in the tank and she’ll give you a nice lap dance. If you outlast her, you get to take back your $100 plus the one Marie has put up here. Now Marie will entertain you inside the tank until we get our first challenger.”

Mom took a deep breath before dropping into the tank with a splash. The ankle weights took her all the way to the bottom. That’s when she began touching and caressing herself. I winced inwardly as I found myself getting a bulge.

I timed her as everyone else watched. Mom smiled and bubbled as she caressed herself. Then she looked out at all of us and started waving for us to come join her inside the tank.

I was a little embarrassed standing there watching her. Then I saw a couple of males head toward the locker room, which embarrassed me even more. Was mom really going to do a lap dance in there while I was out here watching her?

Five minutes later, a guy came out of the doorway above the tank wearing green speedos. He smiled at everyone as he put down $100 on top of mom’s $100. Then he attached a set of ankle weights above his feet.

Mom was right there at the surface waiting for him. She smiled at him as she told him, “Let me show you a good time.” I blushed as I shook my head, hoping no one would figure out I was related to her.

After catching their breath they submerged to the bottom of the tank. The guy who looked to be much younger than mom sat on the bench. Then mom sat on top of him while facing the glass and spectators.

She ground against him as everyone around me admired them in the tank. I heard a couple ladies discussing whether or not mom could outlast him. But they didn’t know my mother.

I kept track of the time as mom really ground against his bulge. It was 1:24 when his cheeks bulged. Then he pushed her off and rushed up to the surface, spewing bubbles until he popped up gasping for breath.

There were cheers and applause for mom as she came up. She smiled at him as he climbed out. He removed his ankle weights before looking longingly at his $100 bill lying there. Then he shook his head before picking up a towel and heading back through that door.

2 minutes later another guy who also looked younger than her came out in yellow speedos. Mom was at the surface watching him. She waited until he’d put his cash down with the other bills and then put the ankle weights on before getting into the tank with her.

I watched them both inhale deeply. Then they submerged. I thought I heard one female voice declare that Dan was going to give her a run for her money. I assumed Dan was the guy in the tank.

He sat down upon the bench as mom sat in his lap. She ground against his bulge as he reached around and groped her boobs. Mom didn’t seem to mind that at all; in fact, I’d say she loved it!

I timed them as they easily went past 1:00. Mom didn’t seem to be the least bit uncomfortable. They even shot past 1:30 with no problems.

Mom really ground against him as they passed 2:00. Mom bubbled a little, but it looked like Dan was the one who was struggling more. He really groped and squeezed mom’s mounds before bubbling and then pushing her off to shoot upward to the surface at 2:21.

Mom stayed down and smiled to cheers and applause. Then she surfaced. She thanked Dan as he shook his head, telling her he thought for sure he could beat her. Then he told her to enjoy his $100 bill before climbing out, shedding his ankle weights, picking up a towel and heading for the door.

Two more males came out and tried to outlast mom. She gave each one a shamefully erotic lap dance. It made me shake my head as I wondered how she could do that so easily. But I’d been learning a lot about her liberal ways since she’d come to live with me for a while. So I suppose I should not have been all that shocked.

The one in white speedos bailed at around 1:36. The other in a set of baggy beige trunks managed to reach 1:53 before he had to surface. I could tell Mom was proud of herself at outlasting both of them because she looked right at me and gave me a sly wink.

I was surprised when a younger female brunette in a silver bikini tried her next. She was quite forward with mom, kneeling face to face on that bench with her. She even kissed her while pressing their boobs up against each other. Mom did not show the least bit of reluctance at such intimacy.

They groped each other, kissing as they bubbled. I suspected mom’s challenger had been in the tank before. Her cheeks bulged until she finally had to break away.

She had reached 2:12 before she had to go up. But she put an additional $100 down before going back down with mom. They promptly returned to making out with each other down on the bench.

It was pretty erotic. I felt a little uncomfortable again seeing my mother make out with another woman in that tank, although she’d made out with my girlfriend Gloria in my backyard pool recently. I had quite a bulge in my trousers which I hoped no one would notice. I didn’t want anyone thinking I was getting turned on by the antics of my very own mother.

This time that lady was down with mom until she had to surface at 2:41. She came up gasping as mom came up 5 seconds later. “Damn, Marie!” she panted. “You can really hold your breath!”

“Thank you,” mom replied proudly. Then they kissed passionately before that lady got out of the tank.

A lady in a yellow bikini wanted to take her on next. I don’t know if she thought she could outlast mom or if she just wanted to make out with her down in the tank. She put on her ankle weights and added her cash to mom’s growing pile. Then she got into the tank with her.

They went right to the bottom and started making out. I was embarrassed when both tops came right off. Then they REALLY started making out with each other!

“Erin’s gonna outlast her this time,” a nearby female voice stated. But I had my doubts. I’d seen my mother hold her breath before.

Erin actually made it to 3:13, pushing her limits the entire time. Her chest was heaving when she finally had to abandon their make-out session and surface. She spewed bubbles all the way up.

Mom came up after her a few seconds later. They made out at the surface a few moments longer. “You beat me, Marie,” she finally admitted before she climbed out, shed her ankle weights, retrieved a towel and then headed for the doorway.

Mom looked right at me and grinned. I could tell how proud of herself she was. She was making a tidy little sum just by holding her breath while giving lap dances.

3-13-26

 

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More drownings at the Aqua Club 4.4 (25)

Posted on April 13, 2026 by riwa

Note: This was a short story written for a contest that had to contain less than 1200 words. This explains the shortness of this tale.

The Aqua Club hosted a private Drowning Day. It was by special invitation only. We only allowed the 12 male members we trusted.

The girls had to be willing because there were special rules this day. They would be handcuffed in the pool while wearing rubber hoods with slits for their mouths and noses. They would not be able to see a thing. Hearing would be extremely limited, if they could hear anything at all.

Everyone was naked. No clothing was allowed. After all, what was going to take place in the pool were mostly fuck-drownings.

Eva came out first, escorted by Buck. Brooke was not to be left out, and came in escorted by Paul. Tessa had come around to enjoying the fuck-drown, and was brought in by Kenny.

I brought in Vanessa. She was a newbie who thoroughly loved being fuck-drowned. She had begged and pleaded for me to let her come. So I got permission from the other members for her to join.

The rules were simple. This was to be a free-for-all. Share and share alike. And keep an eye on the girls to make sure they did not get into too much trouble.

The girls were all tossed into the deep end. They came right back up, treading water while spewing it out of their mouths. Then they started taunting us, calling out from where they were in the pool.

Eva called out that she was horny and begged for someone to fuck-drown this aqua-slut. Still in somewhat of a rivalry with Eva, Brooke retorted that if you really wanted a good aqua-slut, she was the one to enjoy. Tessa yelled, “Cock – cock; I need some cock!” Vanessa the newbie didn’t say much as she kept treading water.

There were several splashes as many of the guys jumped in. I don’t think the girls even heard them. Then the males swam over like sharks.

The girls were jerked under one by one until there was nothing left at the surface but bursts of bubbles. The guys who had the opportunity wasted no time fucking mouths. The others just stroked themselves while awaiting their turn.

I watched from the side of the pool along with a couple others. Guys and girls occasionally popped up to the surface to get a loud gasp for breath. Then they were pulled back under.

It wasn’t long until all four girls had cocks in their mouths and pussies, getting spit-roasted in both ends. There were grunts, moans and bubbles, both above and below the surface. It was incredibly arousing.

I soon joined in, making sure my cock got sucked by each submerged girl. It’s hard to say who was the most eager. Eva was born a slut, so she’s always aggressive at sucking and fucking. Tessa is what we call “a resister” and puts up a struggle even though she loves being forced. Brooke is a bit more refined, and needs to have her pussy licked… and to sometimes be put in her place. Vanessa is still learning the ropes, and is eager for just about anything.

The initial scrum died down as we began taking our time with the girls. Guys often swam over to the edge of the pool where they watched until arousal forced them back into action. The girls were kept busy, although some fucking occurred with their heads above the surface so they could catch their breath.

Drownings soon began to occur, although they were what I would mostly call “pass-outs”. Once that happened, the girl was quickly hauled to the surface to get her breath back. We frequently heard comments like, “Damn, that was intense!” and “I came really hard that time!”

The first one I got to fuck-drown was Brooke. I hammered her from behind as I reached around and groped her boobs. Then I had a fistful of her short hair, forcing her head under as I pounded her.

She bubbled like crazy, clenching wonderfully. I came inside her about the time she suddenly went limp. So I pulled her up and made sure she was breathing again before pulling out of her and passing her off to the next one.

It got really erotic. There were occasional cries of “Drown me already!” The girls really seemed into it.

Next, Tessa got a mouthful of my dick. I had to hold onto her head and force her. She erotically gagged up bubbles.

She got the same treatment as Brooke. If anything, I fucked her harder while being more forceful with her. Her orgasm was powerful, and she milked a little cum out of me before she too went limp and had to be taken to the surface to catch her breath.

After a short rest-break, I finally got some alone-time with Eva, the slut of sluts. She furiously fucked my shaft as I pushed her backward and groped her boobs. Buck fucked her mouth until his thick, lengthy dick was seen partway down her throat. Eva shuddered and climaxed hard with two cocks inside her before she went limp.

Everyone knew Nessa was a newbie. So she got treated rather gently. When it was my turn, I gave her the full treatment.

I licked her pussy until she shuddered in orgasm. Then I fucked her face. She grunted up bubbles, moaning and groaning.

I impaled her in my lap and gave her a nice, gentle fucking as she rode me, occasionally taking us up to the surface for a breath. She gasped and moaned. I could tell she was really into it.

“Fuck me!” she finally begged. “Fuck-drown me already!”

We both got big breaths before we submerged. Then I split her legs and fucked her sideways. She grunted up bubbles as she climaxed around my cock.

We came up again gasping for breath. Then she told me, “Fuckin’ DROWN me already!” With an invitation like that, who could say no!

I grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head under as I fucked her from behind. I pounded her just as hard as I could. She screamed her breath away until she climaxed, gurgled and started drowning, milking another cum out of me.

I got her to the surface where she coughed up a mouthful of water. “Fuckin’ AWESOME! She finally panted. “That was a GOOD one!” Then Paul came over to really give it to her good.

It went on like that for a few hours. The girls passed out a few times, and there were quite a few who gurgled and came up coughing. By the time we were through, everyone had fucked themselves out.

The hoods were removed so the girls could see. They got in line in the water and gave each of us a short, underwater blow job in thanks for all the orgasms they had enjoyed. Then we all got out of the water, showered, and went home totally satisfied.

3/14/26

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A mutual decision (M/F hanging) 4.8 (39)

Posted on April 6, 2026 by riwa

Eric and Lila had talked about it often. But they hadn’t done anything about it. Maybe life was still too precious to them. But now the weather patterns were getting worse.

People were dying all around them. Earthquakes were devastating cities and towns. No place seemed safe anymore.

Lila disappeared for a couple of days. When she returned, she told Eric what she’d done. She said it was time to stop talking about it. It was time to take action.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“It’s all set up,” she replied. “I found an abandoned place that’ll work perfectly. I doubt anyone will find our bodies. Besides, no one is going to care that a couple simply decided to exit this crazy world.”

“You ARE serious,” he observed.

“You’re damn right I am! There’s just one question left to ask. Are you in? Or are you out?”

He only thought about it for a moment. “If you’re going to do this, then I want to be there by your side. If that means going with you, then so be it.”

A tear well up in her eye. Then she tenderly kissed him. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said softly.

—

They drove out in her car to a deserted farm. She led him to the barn out back. “In there,” she said simply.

He nodded as they got out of her car. She led him to the barn and opened the door. He looked all around, but he didn’t see anything.

“Where?” he finally asked.

“Back room,” she explained. “It’s all set up.” Then she led him over to a pile of straw.

He wondered what that was all about. Then she started kissing him. Nature took its course as they undressed before making love one last time in the straw. It was a tender, romantic moment.

When they were finished in the straw, she took him by the hand. She was trembling as she escorted him over to a door. It opened into a back room just as she’d told him.

That’s when he saw them. There were two nooses dangling above two wooden chairs. On each chair was a set of handcuffs.

She slowly led him over. Then she motioned up at the two nooses. “Are you upset?” she asked. “I mean… that I set up two of them?”


“No,” he replied. “We talked about this, remember?”

“Yeah, we did. But I was never sure just how serious you were about it.”

“I didn’t know how serious you were about it either, Lila… until now.”

“You’re not going to back out on me, are you?”

“No, Lila. You’re right about the storms and the quakes. It’s only a matter of time until our area is hit. For all we know, we’re going to end up buried in a pile of rubble.”

She walked up to the closest chair and picked up the cuffs. He watched as she attached one end to her right wrist. That’s when he walked over to the other chair, picked up that set of cuffs, and attached one end to his left wrist.

Her heart was beating fast as she slowly climbed up onto her chair. For a moment, she was nervous she might be doing this alone. That’s when Eric climbed up onto the other chair.

She was looking right at him as she grabbed her dangling noose. He matched her movement. Then she looped the coil around her neck.

Any fears she would be doing this alone were gone when she saw him loop his coil around his neck. That’s when she saw his cock stiffen. She could not help smiling at that.

“Aroused darling?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Over seeing me noosed and naked? Or over feeling the noose around your own throat?”

“Maybe a little of both.”

She chuckled as she reached up and cinched her noose tighter. Eric did the same. Now they were both breathing heavily.

“Last chance to back out, darling,” she panted. That’s when she saw him put his arms around his back. He fumbled until she heard a distinct click.

He tried to pull his arms around his body enough for her to see his cuffed wrists. A tear welled up in her eye. That’s when she moved her wrists behind her back and fumbled with her own cuffs.

There was the sound of another distinct click in the room. Then she tentatively tugged on her wrists. She brought her arms around enough for him to see her wrists had also been cuffed.

“No backing out now, darling,” he told her as his cock really got hard. “I don’t have much experience escaping out of handcuffs.”

“Neither do I,” she chuckled.

For a moment they were both silent. They just looked at each other, each one wondering what the other was thinking. Her pussy was dripping as his cock bounced and oozed a little precum out of the tip.


“Well?” she murmured, unsure what to do next.

“Just a moment, darling.” Then she saw him carefully step toward her.

“Wait, what are you – mmmmph!” That’s when he kissed her passionately.

They held the kiss for the longest time. Neither one really wanted to pull away. It was a moment that seemed to hang in time and space, blotting out everything around them… the world, the raging destruction… and the mutual decision they had committed themselves to.


“I guess I’d better go back to my chair,” he finally murmured with embarrassment.

“Not unless you can figure out a way to stick that thing inside me,” she breathed. They both laughed nervously.

He craned his neck to see where he was stepping. Then he carefully stepped back. For a moment, the chair wobbled, threatening to go over.

“NO!” she gasped. But he finally got his footing. Then he smiled wryly at her as he chuckled, “What? Afraid I was going to accidentally hang myself?”

She smiled with embarrassment. Then they quietly stood there looking at each other.

His cock was quite hard. Lila didn’t know what to make of that. It kind of thrilled her to see him so aroused like that.

Her pussy was wet and dripping now. He looked at her and smiled. Was she wet because of their impending hanging? Or because of their lovemaking from a few minutes ago.

“Well…” She started to say. Then she put a foot against the back of her chair to tip it over backwards.

“Well,” he agreed as he also put a foot against the back of his chair, intending to push it over backwards as well.

“I love you, Eric.”

“I love you, Lila.”

“One…” she murmured nervously.

“…two…” he panted as their eyes remained locked on each other.

There was a pregnant pause. They both inhaled. Then… “THREE…” and they pushed their chairs over backwards.

The chairs clattered to the floor as their nooses took their full weight. Instinctively they began fighting and kicking. Then they started humping. That’s when Eric’s cock went off.


Lila humped in the direction of the erupting appendage. She wanted his cream to splatter upon her. But she couldn’t quite reach it. Gawd, how she wanted to be splattered with his cum!

They kicked as they swung back and forth toward each other. Lila got her legs around him and pressed up against his erection. Then they humped and rasped as her pussy squirted her pleasure.

They lost their grasp and swung back and forth. But they were too tired to wrap legs around each other again. They gently humped and shimmied as they fought their nooses.

Exhaustion began to set in. But Eric was still hard enough to ooze a little more cream. That’s when Lila humped and climaxed in her noose one last time.

The couple finally began to settle down. Agonal spasms gently rippled through both dangling, naked bodies. Heart rates slowed… and then stopped.

There was a sudden rumble. The building shook, setting the two lovers to swinging back and forth. But it was a minor quake, leaving the two to swing and twist as they dangled together in their nooses.

7/28/25 Inspired by renders created by Noose Art AKA The Hangman.

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Underwater Research Laboratory – Spa Treatment 4.1 (27)

Posted on March 30, 2026 by riwa

At the underwater research laboratory, Doctor Crocker spent some time working on breathable water, or what they called “liquid breathing”. It had been used on animals with limited success. Now we were trying to develop it for humans.

Naturally, Jenna and Briana wanted to be the first ones to try it out. But Dr. Crocker was concerned over how much damage their lungs had already taken during all their previous experiments. For the moment, he was unwilling to use them as test subjects.

Of course, they were both disappointed. But we compromised by allowing them to play a small role in our next experiment. They called it “the spa treatment”.

This involved two special chairs that were designed with fucking machines attached to the end. The test subject was to be strapped down, her legs spread and secured. Their arms were also secured, although a remote was in their hands to operate the fucking machine.

The chairs were set up in a special chamber that was to be flooded with the water solution we were experimenting with. Jenna and Briana again begged to be the first ones to test out both the water solution as well as the chairs they’d helped to design. But Dr. Crocker was adamant they would not be involved in the test.

As it turned out, we already had plenty of other test subjects who’d volunteered. Naturally, we warned them of the potential dangers. But when they saw the design of the chairs we intended to use, they were more than eager to accept the risks.

On the day of the test, we decided on Naomi and Angelina. Both were eager, if not persistent. It soon became apparent Jenna and Briana had previously regaled them with stories of the many intense orgasms they had experienced as test subjects.

On the day of the test, Jenna and Briana were both naked. They were allowed to participate by escorting our nude test subjects into the tank. Briana locked in the blonde haired Naomi into the chair on the left side, while Jenna went about securing Angelina.

Both girls were quite handsy with our test subjects. I told them to be professional, as Janet Wamsley was not here to assist like she normally did. “Janet doesn’t like girls so much,” Briana chuckled as she groped Naomi while strapping her in. “But we do, doc! So I’m going to enjoy myself!”

“That’s right, doc; we both do,” Jenna added with a nod as she secured Angelina to her chair while groping and fondling her.

When they were properly secured, my fill-in assistants took their sweet time inserting the dildos into our test subjects. “Gawd!” Naomi panted when hers was inserted and adjusted. “I’m horny already! I might cum before we even get this damn experiment started!”

“You’re gonna love it!” Briana assured her. “I’m jealous as hell we’re not being allowed to test it out first. But rest assured, we plan on convincing Dr. Crocker to allow us to go for a ride in the very near future.”

“Fuck!” Angelina panted as her dildo was inserted into her womanhood before being adjusted. “I’m horny too! But now I’m starting to get a little nervous. I’ve never drowned before.”

“Well, you will and you won’t,” Jenna explained to her. “Your lungs are gonna flood; that’s for sure. But soon, you’ll be breathing water while the chair fucks you and fucks you.”

“Isn’t that right, Doc?” she called over her shoulder to me on the other side of the glass as I made adjustments to my controls.

“Jenna is correct,” I called back to both ladies in the tank. “At least that’s the plan.”

“Got your hand on the remote?” Briana asked Naomi.

In response, the test subject must have flicked a control. That’s when it started to thrust in and out of her. “Gawd; I’m super horny now!” she declared. “And we’re both going to be submerged and have to hold our breath?”

“Most of the time,” I called back. “I might do some preliminary tests before we get into the main part of the experiment.”

“I think I’m ready,” Angelina nervously panted. “Although… gawd; I don’t really know about this!”

“Hold up the experiment, doc, while I change places with Angelina!”

“No you’re not, Jenna!” I called back.

“No you’re not,” Angelina agreed as she looked up at her nude assistant. “Despite my reservations, I really wanna go through with this.”

I made sure everything was ready. Then I called out, “Ok, girls! Out of the tank!”

“Oh, Doc! Can’t we stay in here and play with them?”

“Out, Briana; out!”

“Ok – ok; we’re going!” Jenna declared unhappily.

The two fill-in assistants left the tank before sealing the door shut behind them. Then they came around to watch. I stood at the controls, ready to flood the chamber.

“Drown ‘em, doc!” Briana gasped excitedly.

“I heard that!” Angelina hollered back. Jenna just chuckled.

I turned on the water and began flooding the chamber. But I stopped the water when it reached their chins. Both of them seemed to be experimenting with how hard they wanted their machines to fuck them.

“Ok, ladies!” I called out to the two in the tank. “I’m starting you with a short breath-hold just to get you both used to it.” Then I resumed the water flow.

The test subjects both gasped, inhaling sharply before the water level rose above them. Naomi immediately turned on her fucking machine a little faster. Angelina looked like she was going for a steady fuck.

They both bubbled until I dropped the water level back down below their chins after a minute of them being totally submerged. They gasped for breath, none the worse for wear. “Fuck, doc; that was intense!” Naomi panted.

Her partner seemed unsure or distracted about something. So I called out, “You ok in there, Angelina?”

“I’m ready, doc!” She didn’t sound ready. But I took her at her word.

“Drown ‘em, doc!” Jenna panted excitedly as Briana chuckled.

“I heard that!” Angelina gasped again. I just shook my head as I increased the water level.

They inhaled deeply before it rose up above their heads again. “Two minutes, girls!” I said into the microphone in case they had a harder time hearing underwater. Naomi nodded as she fucked herself with her machine. Angelina appeared to be concentrating on something.

Naomi soon climaxed, which obviously aroused both Jenna and Briana. That’s when I understood why they had insisted on going nude while assisting me. Both were subconsciously rubbing themselves while squirming with delight.

Angelina seemed to be fighting with herself as she struggled to hold her breath. I finally lowered the water after two minutes. When the level dropped back down, she panted loudly for breath as Naomi gasped out, “Fuck; that was good!”

“It’ll get better once your lungs flood!” Briana called out to her. Angelina just frowned at that.

“Ready, girls?” I called out. “This is it! But I’m only going to keep you submerged for a short time after you both drown.”

“I’m ready for it, doc!” Naomi panted excitedly.

I turned to her companion and called out, “What about you, Angelina?”

“Whenever you’re ready, doc.”

“Yeah, but are YOU ready?”

“I will be.”

Jenna called out to her, “I’ll substitute for you, Angelina, if you want me to!”

“No, Jenna; I’m good!”

I just smiled as I called out, “Ok, ladies! Here we go!”

“Drown ‘em, doc!” That’s when Briana looked at Jenna and grinned wickedly at her remark.

I elevated the water level inside the tank to a point above their heads. Both ladies took deep breaths, holding the last one before they were submerged. Then I stopped the flow above their heads.

I watched as Naomi increased the action on her fucking machine. Clearly she wanted another orgasm. She really seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of holding her breath while being fucked.

Angelina concentrated on her fucking machine too. But she had a different expression on her face. I didn’t know if she was trying to blot out the thought she was about to inhale water, or if she was merely trying to focus on her pleasure. Either way, she looked a little concerned.

Naomi went right into her second orgasm, bubbling while crying out. Angelina just focused on holding her breath. They soon reached the point where both chests were rippling as both women struggled to keep the last of their air inside their lungs.

Naomi went first, losing her breath in a massive burst of bubbles. Then she began violently cumming and drowning. She appeared to fight it all the way, thrashing about as she struggled tightly secured to her chair.

Angelina inhaled unwillingly in a gulp of bubbles. But she appeared to fight her drowning less violently. She climaxed as she hitched and gurgled until she settled down.

“Fuck!” Briana panted as she rubbed herself. “That is so fuckin’ hot! I wish that was me in there!”

“Gawd; me too!” Jenna panted.

I kept both girls submerged like that for a couple minutes. There wasn’t much movement on their part. But it was obvious they were still breathing, although their chests were heaving noticeably.

I dropped the water level back down to below their chins. When their heads emerged, they both went into coughing fits. That’s when they spewed up a lot of water from their lungs.

“It’ll pass!” Briana called out to them encouragingly. “Jenna and I know exactly what you’re experiencing! Just keep breathing; it’ll pass!”

“You two doing ok in there?” I saw both women nod their heads But now they both looked unsure of themselves.

Naomi and Angelina seemed to be having a little trouble after having gone through their first drowning. I told myself I could either stop the experiment or I could carry it through to completion. I hesitated a moment before calling out, “Ok! Round two!” Then I started elevating the water level again inside the chamber.

They both inhaled deeply before they were submerged. But this time I let the water rise all the way up to the ceiling. After all, we had to test them in a full tank of water anyway.

“Now he’s REALLY gonna drown ‘em!” Jenna breathed rapturously.

They struggled to hold their breath. But the shock of inhaling water had diminished their capacity for a long breath-hold. Their chests soon began heaving as they both lost bubbles out of their mouths.

“Here it comes,” Jenna murmured as she touched herself all over.

“Gawd!” Briana breathed, staring intently at them through the glass.

Both volunteers coughed up bubbles at almost the same time. Then they immediately went into drowning spasms. They hitched and gurgled in their chairs, inhaling and shuddering as the fucking machines forced orgasms out of their naked bodies.

“Gawd; just look at ‘em!” Briana panted as she furiously masturbated. “And they’re both cumming too! I sure know what that feels like!”

“So fucking hot!” Jenna agreed. “Wish it was me in there with ‘em!”

Naomi fought her drowning as Angelina went right into hers with grim determination. Then they appeared to settle down. It looked like they were both breathing heavily, judging by the way I saw their chests rise and fall

I could see their bodies working double-time to extract the oxygen out of the water in their lungs. Naomi’s look of anxiety finally began to diminish. A moment later, she had an expression of pleasure in her expression.

Her machine began fucking her harder and faster. Obviously she had increased the intensity of the experience. Her features took on a look of bliss as she furiously fucked herself until she was climaxing again and again.

Angelina appeared to be concentrating. Then she began jerking against the machine as though she was cumming. She was really focused on her pleasure.

Both women spewed bubbles out of their mouths. Even the drains were releasing some air. It was quite the sight inside the tank.


“Gawd!” Briana whimpered as she peaked from an orgasm of her own. “That is so incredibly hot!”

“Fuck!” Jenna added as she winced with pleasure. “Fuck – fuck – fuck; I wish that was me in there!”

After five minutes, I dropped the water level in the tank. It came back down until it once more rested below their chins. Both of them spewed up lungfuls of water until they began coughing and breathing again as they powered their fucking machines down to a gentle thrusting.

I noticed they both looked a little dazed from the experience. My fill-in assistants noticed it too. “You two all right in there?” Briana called out.

Naomi nodded in the affirmative. I half-expected Angelina to bail. But she also nodded she was all right.

“We can do one more test!” I called out to them both. “Unless, of course, you don’t wish to continue! Naomi, are you done for now?” She just shook her head, indicating she was ok to continue.

“Angelina, do you want to quit?” She also shook her head.

“You girls wanna go on the ride of your lives?”

I turned and frowned at Briana over her remark. But I saw both test subjects nod in the affirmative inside the tank. I guess that meant they were willing to continue.

“Drown ‘em again, doc!” Jenna gasped enthusiastically.

“Yeah; drown ‘em both!” Briana panted excitedly.

“Hang on, ladies!” I called out as I activated the controls. “Here comes the water!”

They both inhaled deeply. A moment later, the water rose above their heads. It kept filling the tank until it went all the way up to the ceiling.

I stared intently, wondering if I was the only one who’d noticed. But apparently my nude fill-in assistants had seen it too. That’s when Jenna panted, “Is it just me? Or did they just increase the power on their fucking machines?”

“I think they did,” Briana agreed with her, growing excitement in her voice.

Bubbles came out of their mouths as they writhed with pleasure. Then Naomi started bucking and cumming. She writhed and bubbled as her chest heaved.

Angelina had a faraway look in her eyes as she rode her machine. Her nipples were incredibly hard as she bubbled her breath away. Then she jerked and shuddered as though having just been hit with a jolt of electricity.

Both test subjects writhed and bubbled in their chairs. Jenna and Briana furiously masturbated. My cock was hard as a rock.

Naomi went off first, writhing and shuddering in climax. Then she spasmed as she inhaled. A moment later, she was furiously inhaling water as her body hitched and convulsed in the throes of orgasmic drowning.

“Fuck!” Briana panted as she climaxed right along with her.

Angelina suddenly went off a few moments later, inhaling water while cumming violently. She furiously impaled herself upon her fucking machine as she hitched and gurgled. She looked like a woman actively trying to achieve one last orgasm before being executed.

I kept track of the time as I hit a switch, summoning the orderlies electronically. They had already been notified there would be an underwater experiment. So they knew I would signal them to open the door and release the two girls from their machines once the chamber was drained.

Both girls seemed to settle down from their drownings. I could see their chests rising and falling inside the chamber. Jenna and Briana appeared to be mesmerized at the sight.

Naomi appeared to stiffen. Then she bubbled as she began to orgasm again in her chair. I couldn’t tell whether or not she’d increased the power on her fucking machine. But Jenna quietly observed how it looked like Naomi had consciously increased the intensity of her chair.

Angelina suddenly arched her back. Bubbles came out of her mouth. Then she started shuddering in her chair until she was bucking and thrashing about.

“Gawd!” Briana breathed rapturously as she furiously masturbated. “It looks like Angelina’s cumming again!”

“Cumming AND drowning!” Jenna corrected her. “Fuck; that’s hot!”

Naomi suddenly caught up to her companion, bucking and thrashing about until they both appeared to be drowning for a second time. They were both spewing bubbles out of their mouths. “Doc, I’m next!” Jenna cried out before she let out a clipped cry of orgasm, with Briana cumming beside her.

I decided that was far enough to take our two test subjects. I had not anticipated their bodies would “drown” twice. So I turned off both fucking machines as I dropped the water level.

It had barely finished draining in the chamber when the door opened. Four orderlies burst in and immediately began working to free them from their chairs. Naomi and Angelina barely moved.

Both began spewing water out of their mouths. Two orderlies wasted no time hooking devices up to their faces to feed them oxygen while extracting the liquid out of their lungs. They had both begun to stir when each one was carried out and placed onto stretchers in the hallway I could just make out through the door the orderlies had come through.

“Show’s over,” Jenna observed sadly. Then she looked at me before cheerfully asking, “Doc, would you care to fuck-drown me? I’m super horny right now.”

“He’s doing me first,” Briana interrupted.

“No time,” I told them. “I’m going to sickbay once I’ve been summoned.”

“Spoilsport!” Jenna pouted. It was only another minute or two before I got word to report to sickbay.

—

Both test subjects were able to give an oral report before their memories began to blur. They confirmed they had both seemingly “drowned” again. They had not stopped breathing, but their bodies had certainly reacted as though that had been the issue.

Both also confessed to experiencing intense orgasms at the moment they had drowned for a second time. They indicated it was hard to remember much after that. So I decided not to push them, figuring I already had a lot of readings that would help fill in all the missing data.

I was barely out of their room when Jenna and Briana cornered me. They both wanted to go for a ride in those chairs. They’d heard about the orgasms experienced by Naomi and Angelina, and wanted to experience them for themselves.

They both begged and pleaded with me to run them through a similar set of tests. I told them I was concerned about any damage their lungs might have sustained up to that point. Jenna told me she didn’t care. She wanted to cum, drown, cum, drown… and then cum again, just like our last two test subjects. Briana was equally enthusiastic.

I told the girls I could not agree to anything. But I would pass on their wishes to Dr. Crocker. However, I suspect they’re going to get to him first and beg him to allow me to run them through their paces in that chamber.

They are certainly insistent about wanting to experience a little “spa treatment” for themselves…

7/25/25 Inspired by my URL stories and the OLDOJMO render.

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Better than the Prince 4.4 (35)

Posted on March 23, 2026 by riwa

Gwuineth carefully opened her eyes. The sun was shining outside through the open doorway. Clearly, it was morning.

She groggily took stock of her surroundings. She was in some sort of barn with straw upon the ground. Then she jerked with a start as a cow began sniffing at her.

She quickly rose up, only to discover she was naked, dirty and covered with cum. That’s when she remembered it all. They had all enjoyed her before leaving her lying there in the dirt and straw without anything to wear.

She wearily rose to her feet. The cow did not bother her in the slightest. In fact, nothing bothered her anymore, not after what she’d just been through.

She went to the opening and looked outside. Nobody was around. She was in some sort of barn on the edge of a town she was not familiar with.

It came rushing back to her why she was even there in the first place. Again, it did not seem to bother her. What did it matter, now that her life was officially over?

She thought about the past few hours in the barn with all those men. They had used and abused her, and they had certainly enjoyed themselves. She smiled inwardly when she realized that she, too, had ultimately enjoyed the perverse, sexual adventure.

Her mind drifted back to the prince. That’s when her mood darkened. Oh yes; the prince.

Her father had brought her a long way to marry the prince. She’d been dropped off at the castle, only for her father to turn right around and start the long trek back home. At least now he had one less mouth to feed.

The arrangements had all been made. At the time, she was even looking forward to it. But she soon discovered to her horror that the Prince was fat and balding, and was not the least bit handsome as she’d been informed.

He could not even wait for the ceremony the following day. They’d had sex all that evening in his private room… or at least they’d tried to have sex. But it had been horrible.

He was drunk the entire time. Worse, he could hardly perform. She had finally begged him to stop.

He had demanded she give him the release he craved. Then he’d demanded they start making babies right away before the wedding ceremony even commenced. But she thought him incapable, especially considering his inebriated state. That’s when he’d threatened her with a knife.

In response, she’d grabbed a candlestick and had clobbered him over the head with it. As soon as he went down, she was sure she’d killed him. That would surely mean the gallows for her.

In desperation, she’d snuck out in the middle of the night in a nightgown. She had wandered through town looking for rescue when she came upon a man in a tavern. Explaining her desperation to get away, he had given her a ride on his horse.

Gwuineth had essentially jumped out of the frying pan straight into the fire. The man had taken her quite a distance to a small hamlet… this one, as she now recalled. Then he had introduced her to his friends.

They had spent the next several hours in the barn she had just awakened in. They had all used her repeatedly. Her nightgown had gotten shredded to pieces in the process.

She couldn’t remember the exact moment the pain had morphed into pleasure. Maybe it was because they had all been so rough with her. Or maybe it was because of the names they had called her. All she knew was that she’d started having orgasms.

She already knew what they felt like, as she’d masturbated many times before, even though her father had insisted on her saving her purity for marriage. But the Prince had barely acknowledged her virginity. His drunkenness meant she hadn’t enjoyed a moment of it, thus crushing her hopes of what it would finally feel like.

But the men of the last few hours? They certainly knew what they were doing. And they certainly knew enough to give her the pleasure the Prince had been incapable of bestowing upon her.

She smiled as she remembered how they’d treated her. In the end, she had enjoyed being used like a harlot. It had made her feel cheap and dirty, just the way she currently looked in her nudity. But it had been a far more pleasurable experience than what had transpired with that totally inept Prince.

Her smile faded. Oh yes; the Prince. They would be looking for her now. And she would soon find herself facing the gallows.

What would it feel like? Gwuineth had certainly witnessed a few hangings in her day. She figured it was going to hurt, as those who had hanged certainly looked as though they had suffered.

She didn’t know what else to do. So she began walking toward town. Maybe somebody would take pity on her.

She rounded a corner and gasped at what she saw. There was a rough looking gallows at the back of a building. It looked as though they conducted the occasional execution there.

Gwuineth was about to turn and run away when she stopped. She turned back and stared at the gallows. Then she slowly approached it.

She took it all in: the frame; the open trap; the empty, dangling coil. Then she thought about the Prince she’d clobbered. Soon, she’d be wearing something quite similar to the coil she now saw dangling before her.

She slowly walked up to the gallows, perhaps out of curiosity or perhaps out of resignation. She was going to be wearing a noose sooner or later. Why not familiarize herself with it now while she had the opportunity?

Gwuineth stared at the dangling coil as her mind went back to all the hangings she’d previously witnessed. Many of the men she’d seen hanged seemed to be sporting bulges, having erections similar to the ones she’d enjoyed mere hours ago. Now why was that?

She thought about the women she’d seen who’d danced in the noose. One middle-aged woman who’d killed a shopkeeper had wriggled like a worm as though becoming possessed. Another time, a young woman, about her age and accused of theft, had danced like a maniac.

But that older woman she’d watched who’d offed her husband? Gwuineth had recognized all the signs of pleasure during her suffering. Thus, watching her dance had affected her in ways she had not anticipated.

Gwuineth climbed up onto the gallows for a closer look. Then she stared at the dangling coil. What would it feel like to hang to death?

Was this where she was destined to end her life? Had those gentlemen brought her to that barn, knowing this was nearby? It did seem as though she was fated for it.

Gwuineth sat down with her legs dangling off the edge of the trap, oblivious to her nudity. The noose was right there, framing her face. Again, she pondered what would it feel like.

She thought back to that middle-aged woman who’d wriggled like a worm. It was as though she’d been trying to throw the noose off from around her neck. Gwuineth closed her eyes and tried to remember every moment of that event.

Next, she thought of that young woman who’d danced like crazy. Everyone had thought she’d put on a good show. Gwuineth found herself tingling as she thought back on it.

But that older woman? Rumor had it she had been a harlot. It was said she’d gone back to her profession because she enjoyed it so much.

Her husband had found out, and she’d killed him during the ensuing argument. Thus, she’d been found guilty of murder, and they had strung her up. Gwuineth now remembered some of the spectators remarking that she had hanged the way she had lived her life: by fucking herself to death in the noose.

Gwuineth remembered her recent sexual encounter. She’d actually been choked a couple of times. It had scared her, but she had also orgasmed rather intensely. She didn’t know why.

She looked at the noose as she thought about that old woman. Then her hand absentmindedly went down to her crotch where she instinctively began touching herself. Manually getting herself off was something she had done so many times before.

Fucking in the noose… being choked during sex? Gwuineth could not make heads or tails of it. But she remembered how good the sex had been despite the roughness being heaped upon her.

She pictured the old woman dancing in the noose, wriggling and thrusting out her hips. Yes, she thought she could understand that. The crowd had certainly loved it.

Gwuineth closed her eyes and mentally pictured that old woman’s hanging as she touched herself. Even now, she could hear the enthusiastic cries of the crowd in her mind. And she remembered the way the skirt had billowed as the poor woman had humped the air.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dangling coil. It made her inhale sharply. Then she closed her eyes and thought about that old woman again, remembering her wriggling and dancing in the noose.

The more she thought about it, the more she worked her fingers inside her. Why was this exciting her so? Gwuineth still didn’t understand.

She remembered more of the events around that hanging. As she recalled, there were indications the spectators had gotten all worked up as well. Females had looked as though they were about to faint with excitement. And several males had sported noticeable bulges.

The old woman’s face had turned purple. Then her tongue had protruded as drool spilled off her lips. But she had humped her way through her hanging until she had lost the strength to continue.

What had it felt like? Some of the spectators remarked she had hanged like the whore she truly was. Had it been just as pleasurable for that old woman as it had been painful?

Gwuineth wondered if she was now a whore. All those men had certainly used and abused her. In the end, she had actually enjoyed it.

She thought about that old woman’s hanging again. Gwuineth pictured it in her mind right up to the apex of her dance of death. Then her own legs instinctively spread so she could bring maximum pleasure to herself with her fingers as she remembered that incredible hanging.

Gwuineth surprised herself by climaxing. It was intense, and it felt pretty good. She paused afterwards as she caught her breath.

She looked all around. No one was there. No one had been watching her.

Her eyes suddenly spied something on the edge of the gallows, off near the corner of the platform. It was a small length of rope. Was it what they used to bind the hands of the condemned?

Gwuineth rose up and went over to it. She picked it up and examined it in her hand before looking over at the dangling coil. She was sure they would be coming after her over what she’d done to the Prince.

She walked back over to the edge of the trap. Then she reached out and grabbed the noose. It gave her an erotic shiver something fierce just to feel it in her hand.

What had it felt like for that old woman? Would she be finding out in the next few days or weeks? Did she even want to wait that long? Why not find out now!

She inhaled as she carefully looped the noose around her throat. It gave her another erotic shiver. Killing the prince… condemned to a gallows upon being discovered… was this what her life had been destined for this whole time?

She stepped back, increasing the tension of the rope around her throat. It gave her a shiver of dread. But it also sparked something between her legs.

She looked at the small coil of rope in her hands. Gwuineth frowned. They always tied the hands of the condemned behind their backs. Could she even…?

She fumbled with the rope behind her back. No, she couldn’t really make it tight. But she could mostly secure it… or could she?

She pulled until it felt modestly tight. She closed her eyes as she felt around behind her back. It wasn’t very secure; she was certain she could get herself out of it if she so desired. But did she so desire?

She stepped up to the edge of the trap and looked downward. It would be so easy. All she would have to do is step off. Then all her worries would be over.

She leaned forward, and then stopped herself. No, she wanted to live. But what did she have to live for?

She thought about that old woman again. The poor thing had reached a point where she had nothing further to live for. But her performance had certainly captivated the crowd that had gathered to observe the proceedings.

Gwuineth leaned forward, only to stop herself again. She really didn’t want to do this. Maybe it was time to untie herself and get out of this noose.

On the other hand, she was a whore now. Those guys had certainly treated her like a whore. And she’d already seen the fate of one whore.

Gwuineth became aware of a light breeze that caressed her, blowing her hair. It would be so easy. One small step, and it would all be over.

What if she waited to get caught? Would they torture her? It was exceedingly possible. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to experience what brutal men were truly capable of.

She trembled as she stood on the precipice of life and death. She had never felt more alive than she did at that very moment. And oddly, she had never felt more aroused either.

It would be so easy. They were going to hang her anyway… or worse. Did she really want to stick around long enough to find out just how ‘worse’ things could get?

Gwuineth started to lean forward. At the last moment, she changed her mind. But she had already leaned too far forward.

She lost her balance and pitched forward, falling into the opening of the trap. The noose pulled her up short with a jerk. She grunted upon hitting the end of the rope.

She jerked her arms up and down behind her back as she gently swung back and forth. The pain was incredible! Maybe she could reach the front edge of the trap.

She tried to reach out with her legs. But it was too far away. Reaching backward with her feet was just as ineffective.

She grunted and gurgled as she tried to hold still. Now that was stupid. Or had she subconsciously done it on purpose.

She glanced all around. Maybe someone would come and get her down. But it immediately occurred to her they would probably just leave her there to hang, enjoying witnessing the suffering of another naked whore on the gallows.

Asphyxiation from the noose sent messages to her crotch. She was really horny now. But she couldn’t reach anything… couldn’t touch anything.

Maybe if she wriggled. She could wriggle a little. Gwuineth gently humped air, only for the noose to tighten as the feelings between her legs intensified.

She had to remain perfectly still. Maybe that would help. But there was agony around her throat; her breathing was suffering.

Panic swelled within her until she began wriggling like a worm. It did no good. The noose tightened, but it also intensified the feelings in her womanhood.

No! It hurt too much! She didn’t want to die! Then she began kicking and swinging like a maniac…

It hurts – it hurts – IT HURTS – WHAT HAVE I DONE?? Then Gwuineth felt something lodge in her… what had those men called it? Her cunt??

She was dirty; she was filthy; she was a dirty whore… and dirty whores had to hang! She was a dirty whore, guilty of murder. And now she had to hang like one!

It exploded in her crotch. A moment later, she was furiously humping. That filthy ruffian had choked her while fucking her… and she had LOVED it! Now it felt as though he was fucking her again!

For a moment, it felt as though she’d left her body. She could see herself writhing and humping, just like that old woman. And now, she was climaxing; she could recognize it!

Gwuineth humped her way through one ruffian after another. It felt as though she could feel each cock once more, while someone was somehow choking the life out of her. She was choking to death… strangling to death! And glory be; she was orgasming… just like the whore she was!

She writhed, humped, and climaxed. She imagined villagers standing around cheering her on. No; now she was alone watching that old woman fuck her way to oblivion in the noose. Wait… now she was dangling right next to her, hanging side by side, both of them fucking the air in a lewd duet!

The noose tightened until it choked the very life out of her. Gwuineth felt internal organs dying until she felt her legs start to go numb. But she was still cumming, even as her vision was starting to spiral away.

She concluded it was so much better than the prince had ever been…

Gwuineth lost all feeling as she gently swung back and forth. The breeze blew strands of hair across her face. There was agony in her expression. But it was mixed with the faintest hint of sexual bliss in her features.

All sensations and consciousness fled from her until she dangled quietly. Her toes wriggled a little as her hands flexed reflexively behind her back. An orgasmic aftershock made her gently hump the air.

Gwuineth ended up gently swinging back and forth, her body twisting one direction and then the other.

At least she no longer had to worry about the prince…

2024 (written for Noosegirl May 9 ’24 by riwa. Inspired by her renders.)

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One way Santamos Island Boat Ride 4.1 (30)

Posted on March 16, 2026 by riwa

Note: Sorry this went up so late. Mom and I were in doing our taxes and it slipped my mind. I will just about break even this year by the time all the payments and refunds are processed.

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy.  In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

Bonnie climbed aboard the idling craft. It looked to be a nice boat. But this was not entirely a pleasure cruise.

Luis asked if she’d signed the appropriate paperwork. She handed it over. He nodded as he called out, “She’s all set to go, skipper.”

The man behind the wheel was Jamaican. She noticed he did not look at her much. It gave her the shivers.

Luis saw her reaction and smiled. “Oh, that’s D’andre. He’s the one who takes the boat out and brings it in. He’ll be the one drowning you today.”

Bonnie gasped as goosebumps broke out all over her body. She looked at the Jamaican piloting the boat and frowned. “He doesn’t seem very friendly.”

“He’s all business, ma’am. But I can assure you he’ll be more than friendly with you once you’re in the water.”

She looked at D’andre and shivered again. But it also made her a little wet down below. After all, she’d agreed to this in the first place. There would be no chance for complaints afterwards.

They motored out until they were a mile or so from shore. Then the Jamaican stopped the craft. Bonnie watched as he got down to the business of getting into his scuba gear.

“Any last requests?” Luis asked.

“Could I have one last fuck before I go under?”

“Certainly,” he replied with a smile.

They both proceeded to undress. It wasn’t sexy or erotic or anything like that. It seemed a little cold until she realized Luis was just getting down to business.

She started by sucking his cock. He was more than agreeable. Bonnie proved how good she was at cock-sucking.

She was so good at it that he had to stop her and hold off. So she stretched out on the cushioned seating. That’s when Luis got busy licking her muff.

Bonnie was impressed. It felt quite good. She was surprised when his tongue action resulted in a nice little orgasm.

“I just came!” she panted.

“All a part of your last request. We want you to enjoy yourself out here.”

“Well, what about him?” she pointed at D’andre.

“His pleasure involves making sure you drown and stay drowned. That’s how he’ll get off.”

“Oh, I see.”

They proceeded to fuck on the cushioned bench. Bonnie cried out in orgasm. Luis filled her with his cum, adding to the experience.

She spent some time enjoying the afterglow. Then she saw the Jamaican looking over at them. “I think he’s ready for you,” Luis observed.

D’andre sat on the edge of the craft. Then he went over backwards with a splash. He checked his scuba gear one last time before submerging.

“Where’d he go?” Bonnie wanted to know.

“He’s in the water waiting for you.” The casualness of the remark made her shiver again.

“This was what you wanted; wasn’t it?”

“That’s right,” she replied. “I asked for a drowning.”

“And according to your paperwork, you left it up to the discretion of the captain of the boat. Is that correct?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then I guess we’d better get started.”

She gulped and nodded as she rose up. It was time to be drowned. Bonnie felt a stab of fear mixed with incredible excitement.

Luis swung out a platform over the water. Bonnie looked at it in surprise. “Captain likes me to make ‘em walk the plank,” he explained. “Meanwhile, he enjoys pulling them under and having his way with them as he drowns them.”

“I see,” Bonnie replied, sounding a little anxious. “What will…?” and she gulped nervously. “What will he do to me?”

“You’ll eventually get pulled under,” Luis replied. “He’ll hold onto you until you drown. He might fuck you or he might jerk off as he watches you. Sometimes he’ll attach a set of handcuffs to keep them from fighting him too much. It’s instinctive, you know.”

“I guess that makes sense,” she replied, becoming more anxious by the moment.

“He might attach a weight to you and watch you go down. Who knows with D’andre? That’s why he doesn’t make much eye contact while we’re bringing them out here. He just likes to spring it on ‘em”

“I see. Well, I suppose I better not make him wait.”

Bonnie nervously walked out to the end of the platform. It was narrow, and it had a single railing. Even though she’d agreed to this and had signed all the appropriate paperwork, she was beginning to have second thoughts.

She paused as she looked down into the water. “I don’t see him down there!”

“That’s because he wants to spring it on you. That’s ok; isn’t it?”

“I suppose so, being as how I’m allowing you to decide how he drowns me. I guess I really don’t have much choice in the matter.”

She paused at the end of the platform. Luis called out, “Can I ask you a question?”

She turned as though grateful to delay her entrance into the water. “What is it?”

“Why did you choose drowning?”

“I almost drowned once. It was really frightening. And yet, I had the most intense orgasm of my entire life. I guess I was kind of hoping for a repeat of that experience.”

“I’m sure D’andre will give you everything you want and more.” Luis had no idea if it was actually going to work out that way. He just liked to say it to his guests as they came to the end of their one-way, Santamos Island boat ride.

She nervously stepped off the end of the platform, figuring she couldn’t delay things any longer. She hit the water with a splash and went under. She immediately panicked as she popped back up.

“Here!” Luis called out as he tossed her a life ring. It splatted nearby. She swam over and grabbed on.

“Hey; what’s this for?”

“It’s a long way back to shore! And since you won’t be riding back with us on the boat…”

“Isn’t that because you guys are going to drown me??” Now she was confused.

“All a part of the experience, ma’am.”

“But I don’t understand – URP!”

A dark arm wrapped around her and pulled her under. The life ring bobbed and floated out of reach. A few bubbles came up where she’d gone down. Luis just smiled as he murmured, “Enjoy yourself, my friend.”

–

That familiar fear of drowning swept through her. It also gave her a perverse thrill. This was really happening; she’d fully committed to it!

She was pulled down two… four… six meters. Bonnie tried to hold her breath. She was twisted around until she felt her arms pulled behind her back and secured with metal cuffs.

She was surprised at being released. Bonnie shot up to the surface, kicking furiously. She popped up and gasped loudly for breath.

She saw Luis standing there watching her. She could not keep from crying out, “Help me!” Then she felt a hand on her ankle.

Instinctively, she got a big breath before she was pulled under. Now that was silly! Why did she fill her lungs with air if she was out here trying to drown?? Probably just a natural reaction.

She was pulled down until he grasped onto her. She felt his cock penetrate her slit. It shocked her and she cried out. A moment later, the fear and excitement blossomed into the climax she’d been hoping for as he bounced her up and down on his dick.

She grunted and bubbled until he let her go. Instinctively, she shot upward again, her lungs aching. She burst up gasping, only to see Luis standing there stroking his dick as well.

Something wrapped around her left ankle. Then she felt a warning tug. Bonnie frantically filled her lungs before she was pulled back under.

D’andre was reeling her in. There was some sort of thin rope in his hand. Bonnie tried to kick herself upward, but he was too strong.

He pulled her down and then thrust his dick between her lips. She glubbed up bubbles as he fucked her face. Bonnie climaxed again from the fearful excitement of the moment. Then he let her go.

She frantically kicked upward. Gawd; it was a long way up! Then she burst up panting loudly for breath.

Luis was still watching. Gawd; why wasn’t he doing something to help her?! Then she remembered and…

There was a warning tug on her ankle before she was pulled back down. Bonnie frantically filled her lungs again. Then she was pulled downward.

She thought she saw him attaching something to the rope hooked to her ankle. Then he let it go. It pulled her downward, indicating it must be some sort of weight.

Bonnie cried out as it swelled within her yet again. He was stroking as she approached his position. Then he grabbed her shoulders and held on.

She was pulled downward, although at a slower rate. He let go of one shoulder to stroke himself. Then he gave her a big shove upward.

For an exciting moment, she thought she was going to reach the surface again as she tried to kick. But the weight attached to the end of her rope was making it hard. She was so far down, and she needed to go a long ways just to reach the surface.

Bonnie tired out and stopped kicking. She was immediately pulled downward by the weight attached to her rope. D’andre was down below, stroking himself as she approached his position…

‘Gawd! He’s really going to get off watching me drown!’

Her lungs heaved in her chest. Then she shuddered in orgasm. That’s when her lungs gave out.

Bonnie sucked down a huge lungful of seawater. She immediately went into spasms and convulsions as she instinctively tried to cough the liquid out of her lungs. She only succeeded in swallowing more, although she was cumming almost nonstop

She reached the point where D’andre was awaiting her. He was already starting to shoot his load. He grabbed her, thrust his dick between her lips and finished releasing into her mouth. Then he let her go.

Bonnie was conscious of that last act of his. It gave her a perverse thrill as she continued to descend. She was hitching and gurgling all the way down, all caught up in what seemed like a never-ending climax.

The pressure became enormous the deeper she went. Bonnie decided that it had been worth it after all. She was glad Luis had enjoyed her on the boat. She was also glad D’andre had cum to her drowning. Now she was destined for the ocean bottom where she would remain tethered until the creatures of the deep had fully enjoyed her remains.

2022 (written Nov 8 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by preview pictures from CaptainStabbin.com.)

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Dottie on Santamos Island (4-7) 4.7 (34)

Posted on March 9, 2026 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

4-“A little eager this morning; aren’t we, miss?”

I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. I must have exhausted him from all the fucking we did the night before.

On a whim, I got up and walked over to the window. Looking out, I saw a couple on the gallows. Some guy was noosing up a woman in a long, flowing dress that came down above her ankles.

There was no one else out there watching them. Was it because it was too early? The sun was just about to break the horizon.

I suddenly got excited as hell as I stood there watching, my breath catching in my throat. I couldn’t help wondering if I was the only other one in the whole wide world who was awake and had a view of the festivities that were about to take place. Then he went over and pulled the lever.

The trap folded open with a quiet THWAP. She let out a cry as she dropped. Then I heard a distinct CRICK as she hit the end of the rope.

I was instantly horny, and wet as hell. I went back over to the bed and saw Ricky lying there. The sheet had been pulled off just enough to reveal some morning wood.

I went crazy as I climbed in with him and started sucking that meaty pole of his. He stirred until his eyes opened up and saw me. Then he smiled as I gobbled him down.

“What a way to wake up in the morning!” he panted. “What got you all hot and bothered?”

I came off his dick and straddled him as I climbed on. Instinctively, he reached up and groped my boobs. “I just witnessed a sunrise hanging!” I panted breathlessly. “I can’t wait to drop for you! I’m so bloody horny right now!”

At that moment I didn’t care about cumming or taking my time. I rode him until he pumped a load up into me. Then I rolled us over until he was on top of me.

“I want a last request!” I gasped. “I want you to fuck the condemned!”

He gave me that look again as though he didn’t want me to die. “I hereby grant your request,” he finally told me. Then he proceeded to fuck the shit out of me until I screamed from a much needed release.

After we got cleaned up, I slipped into a proper floral print dress that came down to my knees with a button-top. But underneath I was wearing sexy lingerie. Then we left the room.

We went downstairs and had a light breakfast in the restaurant. There was hardly anyone in there. Afterwards, I led Ricky right up to the hotel concierge.

There was another couple walking by, an older man and a younger woman, who stopped when I eagerly signed the waiver. The concierge gave me a curious eye. “A little eager this morning; aren’t we, miss?”

“You have no idea!” I gasped, the sunrise hanging still fresh in my mind.

“She’s obsessed,” Ricky added, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “It’s all she can think about. Seeing those executions yesterday only fueled her fire.”

“They sure did!” I admitted as a thrill rippled through me. “Got any cuffs for me? We’re heading out to use the gallows right away.”

The concierge reached into a drawer and pulled out a set. Then she showed them to us. “Will these do?” she asked with a smile.

“Cuff me, Ricky!” I begged as I grabbed the cuffs from the concierge before handing them over to my companion. “Then I want you to escort me out the door to the gallows to my destiny.”

The eavesdropping couple chose that moment to come closer. “I’m Jonas and this is my girlfriend Beverly,” he explained. “Sorry for listening in on your conversation. But is this a private party? Or can anybody watch?”

The thought of having others watching me hang to death gave me an erotic thrill. “The more, the merrier!” I blurted out with growing excitement and anticipation. “It’s ok with you, Ricky; isn’t it?”

In answer, he whirled me around and cuffed my wrists behind my back. I felt another erotic thrill the minute the cuffs clatched onto my wrists. Then he told Jonas and Beverly, “It’s her execution. If she wants you to tag along, you’re more than welcome to come watch her hang.” Then he turned me toward the door and escorted me out with them in tow.

I could tell he was still not fully happy to be hanging me. At least he was going along with it. Besides, I’d always wanted him to be the one to dispatch me. Coming to Santamos Island had been the perfect solution.

I trembled like crazy as he walked me across the beach toward the gallows. “Any second thoughts?” he quietly asked me.

“Second, third and fourth,” I replied nervously. “But I really want to do this: for you, for myself… and now for our guests,” I added as I nodded back at the couple following behind.

Ricky carefully helped me up the steps in my black heels. Each step that got me closer to the top made me wetter and wetter. By the time we reached the top I was dripping like crazy.

He walked me right over to the trap. Then he noosed me up without another word.

What more was there to say? He’d already tried to talk me out of it. But I was adamant.

“Does the condemned have a last request?” he finally asked. At least he was getting into the spirit of things.

I started to speak, but my voice cracked in my throat. I gulped and nodded. Then I told him, “Promise me you’ll find at least one more chick on this island to enjoy snuffing before you go home.”

He nodded as he walked over to the lever. I inhaled sharply, my pussy wet as hell. I was trembling so bad that I thought my knees were going to give out before he hanged me.

Ricky looked at me for a long moment. For me, it felt as though time simply stood still. I nearly panicked at the thought he might back out at the last minute.

I looked down on that couple looking up at us. I could see it in their eyes. Gawd; they really wanted to see me hang, especially Jonas!

Ricky suddenly gave a jerk on the lever, an angry jerk as though he was being forced to do this against this will. I screamed as the trap opened with a THWAP. My dress billowed as I started to fall, my body cumming all the way down.

All my senses shut down in an instant the moment I heard a loud CRICK as my neck broke……….

5-This seems so bloody familiar

I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. I must have exhausted him from all the fucking we did the night before.

Bloody hell! What a dream I had!

On a whim, I got up and walked over to the window. Looking out, I saw a couple on the gallows. Some guy was noosing up a woman in a long, flowing dress that came down above her ankles.

I blinked in confusion. This seemed so bloody familiar! It must have been a part of that dream I’d had!

Wait a minute! Was I still dreaming??

The trap folded open with a quiet THWAP. She let out a cry as she dropped. Then I heard a distinct CRICK as she hit the end of her rope.

I was instantly horny, and wet as hell. I went over to the bed and saw Ricky lying there. The sheet had been pulled off enough to reveal some morning wood.

I went crazy as I climbed in with him and started sucking that meaty pole. He stirred until his eyes opened up and he saw me. He smiled as I gobbled him down.

“What a way to wake up in the morning!” he panted. “What got you all hot and bothered?”

I came off his dick and straddled him as I climbed on, impaling myself upon his erection. Instinctively, he reached up and groped my boobs. “I just witnessed a sunrise hanging!” I panted breathlessly.

I suddenly blinked again as I thought about the dream I’d just had where Ricky had hanged me. And this morning I had just witnessed that same lady hang in that very same dress! Why was this all so bloody familiar??

I didn’t care about cumming or taking my time. I furiously rode Ricky until he pumped a load up into me. Then I rolled us over until he was on top of me.

“I want a last request!” I gasped. “I want you to fuck the condemned!”

“I hereby grant your request,” he replied. Then he proceeded to fuck the shit out of me.

Thinking about the abrupt way he’d hanged me in that dream, coupled with the morning hanging I’d just witnessed, made me scream from a much needed release.

–

Everything felt so bloody familiar as we ate breakfast. It felt even more so when I went to sign the consent form. Then a familiar looking older man and younger woman came up to eavesdrop on the proceedings. Why were things happening just like my dream??

The concierge gave me a curious eye. “A little eager this morning, aren’t we, miss?”

“You have no idea!” I gasped.

“She’s obsessed,” Ricky added. “It’s all she can think about. Seeing those executions yesterday only fueled her fire.”

I blinked as I looked at the concierge, and then at Ricky, and then back at the concierge. Those were the exact same words I’d… I finally blinked again before looking at the concierge.

“Got any cuffs for me?” I stammered. “We’re heading out to use the gallows right away.”

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a set. Then she showed them to us. “Will these do?” she asked. How the bloody hell did I know she was going to say it that way??

“Cuff me, Ricky,” I told him as I accepted the cuffs from the concierge before handing them to my companion. “Then I… I want you to escort me out the door to the gallows.”

The eavesdropping couple chose that moment to come closer. “I’m Jonas and this is my girlfriend Beverly,” he explained. “Sorry for listening in on your conversation. But is this a private party? Or can anybody watch?”

Why the hell did I keep experiencing deja vu??

I looked at him closely. I could see in his eyes that he really wanted to see me swing. “The more, the merrier,” I told him as I felt an erotic thrill ripple through me.

–

Ricky got me to the gallows and up the steps before placing me right over the trap. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. For some reason I knew exactly what was coming. And I was more aroused than I could have possibly imagined!

“Does the condemned have a last request?” he asked after he’d noosed me up.

I was about to tell him to go find a girl and snuff her after hanging me when something stopped me. That’s when I looked down at our two voyeurs. They both looked so eager to watch me hang, especially Jonas. And I wanted to give them a little something special.

“Pull my boobs out, love,” I panted quietly as I nodded down at them. “Let’s give ‘em a bloody good show.”

Ricky gave me a funny look. Then he popped the buttons to the top of my dress. He finally pulled it open before pulling down my lacy black bra, exposing my heaving mounds. It thrilled me like you wouldn’t believe, especially when I saw Jonas and Beverly inch even closer to the gallows.

I was horny like never before as Ricky stepped over to the lever. This time there was a flicker of lust in his eyes. Bloody hell; that made me wet!

I looked down and saw that same lust in the eyes of Jonas and Beverly. I was having so much trouble catching my breath that I could hardly think straight. Then I heard the lever being pulled.

I screamed as I plummeted, my dress billowing. I was cumming like never before. Then I hit the end of my –

CRICK…..

6-Changing the dream

I awoke to the dawn coming into the room. Ricky was still asleep. That’s when I idly touched my neck. It felt intact, yet I could distinctly remember the pain of it breaking… TWICE!

I was trembling as I got up and went over to the window. Sure enough, there they were. I heard a THWAP, followed by a loud CRICK. Then I climaxed hard, just like that.

What the bloody hell was going on?? I couldn’t figure it out! All I knew was that I was horny as hell.

Ricky got a hell of a blowjob, followed by one hell of a fucking. Then I got dressed. But this time I changed into something different from what I’d worn in my previous two… what? My previous two dreams??

I wanted to change this dream if I could. My change of attire certainly worked on Ricky. He really lusted after me with his eyes once he saw what I had chosen to wear.

We went down and had a light breakfast before I went and signed the consent form. By then, I was horny as hell. Ricky ended up escorting me to the gallows, all cuffed and ready to hang.

That couple followed along right behind us after we’d given them permission to watch us. I was still having a hard time taking it all in. Either I was in the middle of a long, crazy dream… or I was about to be hanged for a third time!

I remembered how Jonas had lusted over me with his eyes in my previous, uh… hanging. This time, I wanted to do something appreciative for him. So when Ricky asked if I had a last request I asked him to take off my dress. Then I told him to toss it down to that couple as a souvenir.

Ricky carefully unclasped the straps to my sleeveless gown. My black satin dress promptly slid down my body onto the trap. It revealed a lacy top that cupped my breasts without actually covering them.

There was nothing down below but a lacy black garter that held up my fishnet stockings. My wet, dripping crotch was totally exposed. Ricky’s eyes bugged out as he took me in.

I stepped out of my discarded dress so he could pick it up. Then he tossed it down to them. “A souvenir to you from Dottie!” he declared loudly.

“Wow; thanks!” was Jonas’ excited reply. His lustful expression set me to dripping like crazy.

“Does the condemned have a last request?” Ricky finally asked.

I didn’t think of asking him to find another woman to hang. I just wanted him to enjoy hanging me. “No, love,” I panted excitedly as I shook my head. “Just hang your horny slut!”

My heart was beating a mile a minute as he walked over to the lever. Ricky lustfully eyed me up and down until I was dripping like crazy. Then I looked down to see Jonas raping me with his eyes, his girlfriend Beverly looking on lustfully.

Bloody hell!

The trap suddenly opened with a THWAP! I shrieked my climax as I plummeted. Then I hit the end of the rope with a loud CRICK…

7-Dying like a slut

I was wet as hell, quivering like crazy as I opened my eyes to the dawn coming into the room. I got up and walked over to the window. And there they were.

I winced and shuddered at the sight of that couple standing on the gallows. “Hang her!” I murmured excitedly as I started touching myself. “Hang that sexy bitch!”

I knew exactly what was going to happen. But I couldn’t help myself. I furiously fingered myself until…

THWAP… CRICK!

I immediately had to clamp my lips shut. Otherwise I would have screamed out loud in orgasm. Then I attacked Ricky in bed, fucking him shamelessly.

After we cleaned up and got dressed, he looked at me in disbelief as we got ready to go downstairs to breakfast. “You’re seriously wearing that?” he asked in astonishment.

I was wearing that same sleeveless dress with the straps. Only I wasn’t wearing a thing underneath. My nipples protruded through the top.

“Why not?” I replied with a lewd grin. “A slut’s got to look good for her hanging; am I right?”

He didn’t respond. But the bulge in his pants told me all I needed to know.

–

After signing the paperwork, I asked the hotel concierge, “I have a couple of questions.”

“Certainly, miss.”

“Can the gallows be rigged so I do a little dance instead of having a long drop?”

“You wish to strangle to death, miss?”

My breath caught in my throat at her clinical description of what I would be facing. I had to force out the words “If you don’t mind.” Both Ricky and that couple gave me shocked yet hungering looks.

She got on the phone and made a call. She told someone on the other end of the line to prepare the gallows for a short drop. Then she hung up before telling me, “It’ll be about ten minutes, miss.”

“Second question,” I panted as I looked at Ricky, Jonas and Beverly. Then I shakily asked her, “Would it be ok if I… if I…?”

“If you what, miss?”

“If I hanged nude?”

“Well,” she mused thoughtfully. “I guess you could call our gallows a ‘clothing optional’ structure.”

“Excellent!” I panted.

I was wet as hell as I pulled the straps down off my shoulders, allowing my dress to fall to the floor. Then I stepped out of it. The only other thing I was wearing was my black heels.

I could feel Ricky and Jonas raping me with their eyes as I picked it up. Then I handed it over to Beverly. “This is for you.”

“Wow!” she gasped as she accepted it with trembling hands.

“Handcuffs please,” I said to the concierge with my hand outstretched.

She reached into that familiar drawer and pulled them out. I took them from her and handed them over to Ricky. “Will you get me ready?” I asked submissively.

He calmly turned me around before clatching my wrists together behind my back. The moment he did, I winced as an erotic shudder rippled through me. I was wet as bloody hell!

Ricky escorted me out the door, Jonas and Beverly in tow as she clutched my dress in her hands. As we headed toward the gallows, we saw a middle-aged man descending the steps. “All set, folks,” he remarked. Then he stopped and stared at me.

“Stick around if you want,” Ricky told him. “This slut’s gonna dance for us in a few minutes.”

This time there was no hesitation in Ricky’s voice. He sounded willing and eager to hang me. His remark made me so wet that I could feel my fluids slithering down my inner thighs.

“So you decided to do the slut dance after all, eh?” he quietly asked me as he led me up the steps.

“I want you to enjoy the experience,” I told him breathlessly. “So before you hang me, I want you to do anything to me that you want up here.”

“Are you serious? With that trio of spectators we have watching us from below? Are you that fucking horny??”

“You have no idea!” I panted as I trembled like mad.

I didn’t know what he was going to do to me once we reached the top. But I still braced myself for disappointment. After all, he really hadn’t wanted to hang me in the first place.

This time the noose was not rigged to unfold like before. Instead, it fully hung down to Ricky’s crotch as though indicating that was as far as I was going to fall. No long drop for me this time. I was going to strangle to death.

Ricky looked at me and then at the dangling noose. My crotch was soaking wet, my fluids trickling down my inner thighs. For a moment I was afraid I was going to die of a heart attack before I even got to hang!

He glanced down at the trio waiting below. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. You have no idea what that did to me, seeing it so rigid.

He helped lower me down onto my knees. Then he dangled the noose right there around his throbbing manhood. I dutifully stuck my head through and started sucking.

It was shameful as hell, knowing we were being watched. It was also a bloody thrill. I just couldn’t keep myself from sucking like the sluttiest of whores.

It took no time at all before I got the first spurt in my mouth. Ricky promptly tightened the noose so I couldn’t swallow. Then he pulled out and aimed until the next three spurts hit my face.

I cried out in shameful orgasm. Then he slowly pulled me to my feet, his cum still in my mouth and on my lips. “You lived like a slut!” he said aloud so those down below could here. “Now you’ll die like one!” And with that, he walked over and abruptly pulled the lever.

I had no time to prepare myself. I just cried out as I started to fall. This time, the noose pulled me up short with a slight bounce.

It almost cut off my airway, trapping his cum in my mouth. I immediately climaxed like the whore I was. Then I started kicking and thrashing about. My body was no longer mine to control and it hurt like hell!

My mind screamed, “BLOODY HELL; YOU’RE HANGING NAKED WITH HIS CUM ON YOUR FACE!”A moment later I was humping and cumming up a storm.

My brain held no sway over my motor functions. My body simply fought to live in any way it saw fit. Meanwhile my crotch started squirting and squirting as I kept cumming over and over again. I just couldn’t stop myself!

When I twisted around I discovered I was at eye level with Ricky’s cock. He had it out and was stroking it in my direction. Despite my agony, I found myself wishing I could suck on it one last time.

I kicked and suffered until I finally exhausted myself. The rope tightened until I could hardly pull a sliver of air down my windpipe. My heart hammered in my chest, my internal organs shutting down from lack of blood and oxygen.

I saw that trio looking up at me. Somehow it felt as though the guys were raping me with their eyes. My body humped and shimmied as my struggles finished tightening the noose around my throat.

Drool and cum leaked down my lips as I was turned sideways. There was Ricky stroking again. A moment later he stepped up to me and spurted two shots into my face.

My body hitched and quivered as my vision spiraled away. Was I going to end up dead this time around? I had no idea.

All I knew was one thing. If I woke up in that bloody room again, I was going to fuck Ricky senseless. Then I was going to have him take me around the island to see what else I could experience.

My last thought was in wondering what it would feel like for that scimitar to come down upon my neck. Then my senses shut down.

9/20/25; ed. 3/2/26 (In fond memory of Dottie)

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Dottie on Santamos Island (1-3) 4.1 (36)

Posted on March 2, 2026 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

1- First impressions

I never thought I’d get him to Santamos Island. Of all the people I thought about hanging me, Ricky was the one I wanted to do it the most. After all, he’d aroused me so many times before with all of his many stories and ideas.

He resisted at first. He said he was rather fond of me and that he didn’t want to hang me. But I talked him into it. I even paid for the flight to get us there.

It didn’t really hit me until we were on the plane. That’s when I began to get more and more aroused. I kept asking myself whether or not I really wanted to go through with it. But we’d already come this far. Besides, I really wanted Ricky to hang me.

During our flight he kept glancing over at me. He must have noticed how fidgety and aroused I’d become because he kept asking, “Are you ok?” I didn’t want to tell him what I was going through. So I just gulped and nodded despite my growing excitement.

Things really got serious the moment we heard the stewardess tell us to buckle up as we came in for a landing. That’s when the thought hit me like a ton of bricks: I would never be going back to the life I’d left behind. I would never leave this island alive.

I gasped and shuddered the moment the wheels of the plane touched down. It was terribly erotic knowing I would be dead within the next 24 hours. I simply could not keep myself from climaxing no matter how hard I tried to hold it back.

Ricky must have noticed, although he didn’t say a word. But he closely looked at me as we came down off the stairs that had been wheeled out to our plane. He saw my expression and asked, “Are you sure you’re doing ok?”

No, I was not ok. But I just gave him a weak smile. Then I whispered to him, “I need to change my knickers is all, love. You have no idea how excited I am right now.”

He must have finally gotten some idea just how exciting all of this was for me. “I should have known,” he replied. Then he shook his head as he gave me a wry smile. At least he wasn’t trying to talk me out of it anymore.

We took a taxi to the hotel and got our room. I promptly went into the bathroom and changed my knickers. Then I walked over to the window and opened it up to get some fresh air.

The smell of the breeze coming in off the sea was refreshing. Then I made the mistake of looking all around. I had no idea the view would be so terribly arousing.

Just down the beach stood the scaffold I would be hanging from. For the moment I could see it was empty. But it wasn’t going to be come tomorrow morning. That’s when I would be dropping through the trap until I hit the end of my rope, instantly breaking my neck.

The thought hit me hard. It also made me extremely wet down below. But I didn’t want to change into a second set of knickers so soon.

From our window I could see the deck where someone had conveniently placed a block and scimitar, both of which were waiting to be put to good use. For the moment the blade looked clean. Apparently no one had used it yet. The sight did nothing to settle my growing arousal.

Farther down the beach I noticed some posts sticking up out of the water. Then I did a double-take, blinking in shock. It looked like someone was attached to one of them, facing out into the incoming tide.

I motioned for Ricky to come over as I told him, “Have you seen the view out this window yet, love?” That’s when he came over to check it out.

He glanced out and took it all in without saying a word. It must have sobered him up mighty quick. But for me, the view had me trembling like crazy.

“Bloody hell!” I panted as I looked at the gallows and then over at the posts in the water. “Can we go down and take a tour of everything, love?”

“Sure thing, Dottie,” he told me with a smile.

We left our room casually dressed in shorts, shirts and sandals due to the warmth of the afternoon sun. We made our way downstairs before going outside. I don’t know why, but the first thing I led us over to was the scimitar and block.

“Bloody hell!” I gasped as we walked up to it, my knickers quite damp again. “Do they really do beheadings right here, love?”

Ricky looked closely at the block and scimitar. I was trembling so badly that I snuggled up to him, partly in an effort not to lose my balance. Then I breathlessly panted, “What do you think, love? Want to try it out on me right here and now?” Bloody hell; was I tempted!

“I thought you wanted to hang,” he responded somewhat sarcastically. I could tell I still hadn’t quite gotten him into the spirit of things just yet. But I was planning on doing my best to make him more enthusiastic.

“Oh I do – I do!” I replied enthusiastically. “But standing here looking at this bloody thing? Bloody hell!”

2-Witnessing a hanging

About that time, we heard a couple emerge out of the hotel and head straight for the gallows. A balding, middle-aged male was escorting a female toward the structure. She appeared to have her hands cuffed behind her back.

Ricky turned to look, and we paused to watch them together. She looked to be in her early forties. I couldn’t help wondering what had brought them to this moment.

I nudged Ricky as I excitedly pointed them out to him. “Is he really going to hang her?” I whispered excitedly. “If so, then I want to go have a closer look. Besides, that’s going to be ME tomorrow morning!”

“Ok,” he replied quietly. “Let’s go have a look. Besides, I probably need to pick up a pointer or two.” At least he was showing some interest in that woman’s impending hanging.

We casually made our way over to the gallows. By then, the couple had reached the structure and was slowly ascending the stairs. A quick glance around indicated a few other people had seen them emerge from the hotel heading for the structure and were now starting to curiously come over and gather round.

Ricky and I got close and then paused to watch as the couple reached the top of the steps. I had no idea if they were man or wife or just who they were. They had simply come out of the hotel and had headed right over.

I watched him march her over onto the trap. That’s when he looked down and caught sight of all of us gathering below. “We have an audience,” he told the woman matter-of-factly. “Might as well let ‘em watch you hang, eh?”

She had originally been facing the sea. Then he turned her around so she was facing us and the hotel. She let out a gasp when she saw they had a growing audience.

I got a good look at her as we watched him noose her up. She was wearing a dark blue, button-up blouse, a short, dark blue skirt, fishnet stockings and black heels. She was certainly dressed for the occasion.

I was breathless as hell. Worse, my knickers were totally soaked… again. How many clean ones would I end up going through before it would be my turn up there??

When he had finished noosing her up, we all heard her loudly stammer, “D-Dan?? Aren’t you g-gonna give me a h-hood?”

“Not on your life,” he replied with a look of grim determination. “You don’t deserve one. Let ‘em watch your face when a whore like you hits the end of your rope.”

“And speaking of whores,” he added as he suddenly unbuttoned her blouse.

When he pulled it open, I saw she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were about like mine, C’s at least. “Dan, no!” she panted as she anxiously shook her head.

He just ignored her as he reached down and pulled her skirt and panties down her legs. Her hairy bush was left visible and glistening. I don’t know about anyone else, but I could tell right away she was wet and aroused.

“D-Dan??” she stammered again as he walked over to the lever.

“Your whole life you’ve lived like a whore,” he told her. “So you might as well die like one.” Then he pulled the lever just like that… no fanfare or dramatic pause… NOTHING!

The trap loudly folded open. She screamed as she plummeted through. Then she hit the end of her rope.

There was a loud CRICK as she bounced. The impact caused her skirt and panties to slide down off her fishnet-stockinged legs until they hit the ground beneath her dangling feet. I don’t know how her heels managed to stay on.

I climaxed the moment she bounced as her neck broke…

Her body began to gently swing back and forth. Then her executioner bowed grandly before us. “Bloody hell!” I murmured as we all gave him polite applause. Even Ricky clapped for the show.

As for me? I just winced while clamping my thighs together in order to keep from cumming again. It took everything I had not to beg Ricky to hang me right then and there.

“Is that what you wanted to see?” he quietly whispered into my ear. But he didn’t give any indication as to whether or not he had enjoyed it or had found it repugnant. I still hadn’t quite figured him out.

“Bloody hell!” I gasped, painfully aware my second pair of knickers were now thoroughly soaked. “That was incredible!”

“You still want to hang tomorrow morning?” he asked, giving me a questioning gaze.

“Oh bloody hell; yes! Now more than ever!” He just shook his head in disbelief as he slowly escorted me away.

11/29/25; ed. 2/28/26

3-Tidal stakes

I quickly noticed he was taking us away from the tidal stakes. I managed to steer him around the scaffold and back over in that direction. When they came into view I whispered into his ear, “I just want to see ‘em is all.” He just shook his head before quietly walking us over.

As we drew closer I saw two naked ladies tightly secured to adjacent poles. By now the water was lapping up at their breasts. They were facing out to sea as the tide was coming in.

They were at just enough of an angle to see us coming down the beach toward them. “Hey!” the closest one called out, urging us closer with a motion of her head. “Can you two come out here and assist us?”

We were far enough down the beach from the hotel so that no other guests appeared to have heard them. It was just Ricky and I. “C’mon, love,” I told him as I excitedly urged him toward them with a pull on his arm.

We walked down to the water’s edge, standing somewhat behind them. “What do you want, love?” I called out to them.

“Melinda and I are horny!” the closest one to me called back.

“We’d really appreciate a little help!” the one named Melinda added with a nod of her head.

They looked so similar that I thought they were twins. But the closest one had shorter blonde hair that stopped above her neck. I could not help becoming aroused knowing they must have been out there to drown as the tide came in.

Waves washed up into their naked bodies. Glancing up the poles made me notice the waterline. It was at least a foot above their heads.

“What kind of help?” I asked. Then I turned toward Ricky and wryly remarked, “Isn’t drowning a little bit more in your department?”

“You want us to come out there to you?” Ricky called out, noting they were a few yards out and would require getting wet.

“If you would please,” the closer one replied. The other simply nodded.

“Let’s go help them, love,” I quietly told Ricky as I started to undress, my excitement and arousal getting the better of me. “After all, I would want them to come out to help me if I asked them to.”

“You never need any help,” he responded as he started to undress with me. I just smiled seductively.

It was a good idea for me to get naked. For one thing, I needed to wash my crotch as I was wet as hell! No doubt I smelled like that whore who had just been hanged earlier.

We both finished stripping. Then we left our clothes higher up the sand before wading down into the water. But Ricky seemed hesitant. I think he was still reluctant about hanging me tomorrow.

“What do you want us to do?” I asked, taking the initiative as we waded right up to them.

“Kiss us and make us cum,” the short haired one panted.

“We haven’t got much time left,” the other added. “Please do this for us?”

Now it was my turn to hesitate. After all, I was not the least bit bisexual. And I hadn’t planned on changing that anytime soon.

Ricky gave me a questioning look. “It’s ok with me,” I told him with a dismissive wave. “Go right ahead, love. I know you love drownings.”

I had no reason to be jealous. They were both going to drown soon. And I was aroused beyond belief knowing we were going to get to watch while “helping them”, so to speak.

“Like this?” Ricky asked as he moved up close to the one named Melinda. Then he kissed her rather passionately as he fingered her. She nodded as she writhed while moaning into his mouth.

I hesitantly moved up against the short-haired one and gently kissed her lips. At the same time, I found her slit and slid my fingers inside the way I would have wanted it done to me. She writhed and moaned as she clenched around my wriggling digits.

“Gawd; I just came!” I heard the other one say when her and Ricky came up for air. “My name’s Melinda. Please do me again!”

He gave me a questioning look. When I nodded, he went right back to it as I hesitantly pulled my lips away from the short-haired one. “Thank you!” she panted. “I’m Melissa. We weren’t thinking when we first came out here or we would have brought toys with us.”

Next to me Melinda began writhing and groaning as Ricky kissed and fondled her. I became a little jealous at all the attention he was giving her. But I asked myself what did it matter? She was going to drown soon.

By now, the water was up to their shoulders as well as mine. Despite my discomfort, I felt an incredible arousal. If it were me, I knew I’d want to cum a time or two before I drowned.

Ricky suddenly inhaled before disappearing below the surface. I stopped kissing Melissa so I could turn to look. It looked like he was below the surface licking and bubbling into her crotch.

Melinda let off little mewling sounds as she writhed and whimpered. Then she started humping Ricky’s face. A moment later she cried out in orgasm as a burst of bubbles came up from Ricky’s submerged face in her crotch.

Melissa gave me this look as though she was pleading with her eyes for me to do something similar. So I filled my lungs with air before I submerged. Then I found her crotch and hesitantly started licking and bubbling.

She was cleanly shaved, so it was fairly easy. Her nub was really protruding. So I took it into my mouth the way numerous males had pleasured me over the years.

She writhed as she clenched around my probing tongue. I felt a sudden surge of arousal at the way I was pleasuring her while I was bubbling. She finally popped off before I had to surface to catch my breath.

“Gawd; that was good!” she panted heavily as I gasped for breath while pressing my naked body up against hers. Then I kissed her again. She moaned into my mouth as I ground my knee into her crotch.

After a few moments, Ricky and I swapped partners as the water reached their chins. Then we submerged to lick and finger-fuck them. They both climaxed again, giving me some pride that I could get another woman off during her last moments.

The tide soon started hitting their faces, briefly submerging them. So Ricky and I swapped back to our original partners. “Fuck me!” Melinda begged him. “Ohmygawd, I… please, just fuck me!”

“You’ve chosen well,” I told her. “He writes about this kind of stuff all the time!”

“Will you stay with us until the end?” Melissa asked me.

“Until the end,” I repeated with a nod. Then I kissed her as I lifted my knee into her crotch.

A wave came in, forcing me to hold my breath while both our mouths were submerged. When it receded, she coughed a little before I kissed her again as I kept my knee up into her crotch. I was finally starting to figure out the way the waves would press me up against her as they came in and then went back out.

I looked over and saw Ricky actually fucking Melinda. By now, it looked like he was really into it. It made me wonder if I would now have an easier time of it tomorrow morning at the gallows with him.

A wave came in and almost washed over all of our heads. Then it receded, only to come back in again. It was not going to be much longer.

I saw Melinda and Ricky get one more breath. Then they kissed as he fucked her. I filled my lungs before the next wave submerged Melissa and I.

I didn’t know exactly what I should do. So I kept kissing her while fingering her. But I wasn’t sure how long I could hold my breath.

The wave went out, but it did not recede below our noses. Another one came in, and then another. Our heads were totally submerged when she finally inhaled through our kiss.

I really pushed my knee into her crotch as she spasmed and convulsed. It was unbelievably erotic being down there with her as she started to drown. But I finally had to surface to get a breath.

Out of empathy for her, I inhaled deeply before going right back down. By then, Melissa was in full-blown drowning mode. She hitched and convulsed like crazy as I pressed up against her naked body.

It was incredible to experience, witnessing her gulp, shudder and drown. I’m ashamed to admit I had another orgasm watching her go lifeless against that post with our breasts mashed together. At that moment I was nearly overcome with a tremendous desire to have Ricky drown me out here with ‘em.

Ricky and I finally ended up surfacing at about the same time. “Yours?” I gasped as I looked over at him. He just nodded quietly.

“Then I guess we can go in now; eh, love? It looks like they’ve both drowned.” He nodded again.

We swam back to shore where we laid out upon the beach in the afternoon sun to dry. “Did you get her to cum?” I finally asked him. He nodded without speaking.

I really wanted to know. So I boldly asked him, “Did you cum inside her while she was drowning?” He gave me an embarrassed look before shamefully nodding again.

“Bloody hell, love!” I panted. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Then I thought about it for a second before adding, “Maybe you’d rather drown me out here in the surf.”

“I thought you wanted to hang.”

“Oh, but I do!” I replied. Then a wave came in and climbed partway up my legs, causing inspiration to strike.

“Fuck me!” I begged. “Do it while the tide’s still coming in!” Then I laid flat upon my back and spread my arms and legs as though I was all staked out.

He looked around, but we didn’t see anyone else in the immediate vicinity. Melissa and Melinda were fully submerged; they certainly weren’t going to tell anyone about it. So he came right over and climbed on top of me. Then he slipped inside me and started fucking me.

We stayed like that as the tide continued coming in. It soon started washing over us. Then he kissed me hard as he really fucked me.

A wave came in and totally covered me. I let out a bubbly grunt into his mouth as he kept thrusting into me. But I deliberately kept my arms and legs splayed open, pretending I was helplessly staked out.

The water receded, allowing me to breathe. Another wave came in, but it also receded just enough. But the third wave covered over me and stayed that way.

I bubbled like crazy as I bucked and shuddered beneath him. That’s when I felt Ricky cum inside me. It triggered me into cumming hard like the London tart I am.

For a moment I was sure he was going to drown me. And I don’t think I would have minded all that much. But Ricky finally lifted his head up, pulling mine up with him and allowing me to cough like crazy.

“Bloody hell!” I gasped. “I really needed that! Maybe you ought to drown me instead!” He just smiled as he helped me sit upright in the surf where we made out like crazy.

We finally got dressed and headed back to our room. We got cleaned up before changing into some nicer clothes. Then we went down to the hotel restaurant for supper.

12/12/25; ed. 2/28/26

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