Querida and Xenia 4.3 (34)

Posted on March 30, 2022 by riwa

Querida and Xenia were freshmen at City U. They were also members of the P.O.R.N. sorority. Essentially they had licked their way into becoming members.

They quickly became roommates as well as the best of friends. It wasn’t that they didn’t like boys. It was simply that they liked girls more. Thus, their services were often provided to the other sorority members.

The two freshmen spent many nights pleasuring each other. They did it so often that the house mother had to remind them they were required to spread themselves around a little more, especially with members of the nearby fraternity. They frequently made arrangements so they could be together in the same room licking, sucking and fucking.

It didn’t take long before they discovered the joys of erotic asphyxia. It started innocently enough. Querida simply got so excited one night that she choked her dark skinned lover until Xenia climaxed as she passed out.

When Xenia regained consciousness Querida apologized profusely. Xenia said she’d never cum so hard and wanted to do it again. From then on they started incorporating asphyxiation into their play with each other.

At first they didn’t tell any of the other sorority members about their enthusiasms. Otherwise they were afraid they might become too much in demand and be forced to spend less time with each other. They were selfish that way when it came to wanting to be alone with each other.

They often choked each other while lying on top of each other as they mashed their pussies together. Frequently they would climax together until passing out at virtually the same time. Their orgasms were always intense.

From choking they graduated to the heavier stuff, starting with strangling each other with a red ribbon they had obtained. Querida loved watching Xenia’s eyes roll as she cut off her air with the ribbon. Grinding her pussy against that of her roommate always got Querida off each time Xenia passed out.

Querida loved being strangled while Xenia was eating her out. But it was hard for her roommate to pull on the ribbon while focusing on eating clam. So Querida took to wrapping the ribbon around her own neck and then pulling tightly. Xenia always got a gush of fluids in her mouth whenever Querida strangled herself to unconsciousness.

It wasn’t long until the roommates grew more obsessed with erotic asphyxiation. But the house mother kept interrupting their sessions, frequently sending them over to the fraternity to please the frat boys. And their sorority sisters often came calling for their services.

Querida and Xenia weren’t always in the mood for cock. But they soon discovered they became horny and more willing to play “hide the salami” after first enjoying some erotic breath-play. So they would strangle each other on those nights before heading over to service their frat brothers.

One Friday night several of the guys traveled to a rival university for a basketball game. The girls were informed they would need to service them once they returned. That was Querida and Xenia’s cue to start their erotic asphyxiation with each other. That way they would be horny as fuck and raring to go once the guys returned.

After supper they went straight to their room where they quickly got naked before munching down on each other for dessert. The red ribbon soon came out and made its presence felt. The roommates took turns strangling each other, leading to a couple of juicy orgasms to start the night off right.

From there Xenia went and retrieved some Saran wrap. She used it to erotically cover the face of Querida as she lay on her back on the bed. Querida shuddered hard in orgasm, her eyes rolling as she was suffocated into unconsciousness. For Xenia it was quite a thrill.

They switched places so Xenia could have a turn being asphyxiated. Querida eagerly forced the clear wrap tightly against her roommate’s face. The way Xenia struggled as her eyes rolled gave Querida such an erotic rush.

It was getting late; the guys would soon be returning. Xenia suggested they up the ante before they headed over. She suggested they retrieve the noose the house mother kept in a cabinet down on the main floor.

Querida was more than agreeable, although she was curious what her roommate had in mind. Xenia went to “borrow” it from the cabinet. She knew where it was since the house mother was known to occasionally string girls up for a few moments who were less than enthusiastic about fulfilling their role as a Pi Omicron Ro Nu sorority girl.

When Xenia returned with the rope they removed the hanging light fixture above the bed. They threaded the rope through the eyebolt and tested it. It was strong enough to hold each one’s body weight so long as they were careful about it.

Xenia wanted to try it first. The freshman eagerly straddled her roommate’s face before looping the noose around her own neck. Querida reached up and groped Xenia’s mounds while licking out the dripping twat of her chocolate lover.

Xenia was wonderfully strangled. It did not take long before she shuddered hard in orgasm, spraying her fluids all over Querida’s face. Querida thought that was incredibly hot.

They checked the time and realized the boys would soon be back. But Querida wanted to experience a turn of her own. They switched places so she could noose herself up before eagerly straddling Xenia’s head.

Xenia went right to work, licking and slurping up her roommate’s dripping fluids. Querida climaxed hard as the noose deliciously strangled her. Xenia nearly had an orgasm of her own witnessing the way the noose made sweet love to her kinky roommate.

Querida wanted another cum before it was time to get together with the guys. Xenia was all too happy to comply. She figured she was going to cum so hard watching Querida’s eyes role as her roommate climaxed into unconsciousness in the noose.

Xenia went right to work licking and slurping her roommate’s juicy twat. Querida groped her own breasts as her roommate chowed down on her wet cunt. The orgasm that was headed Querida’s way promised to be deep and profound.

Xenia deliriously feasted on the dripping fluids. She saw Querida slip into erotic spasms as her eyes started to role. Xenia enthusiastically reached up to squeeze and fondle her roommate’s sexy tits.

Querida did not notice how tight the noose had become. Her orgasms had dulled her senses. She kept slipping in place, tightening the noose as she shuffled around to further adjust her position.

Her wet cunt ended up mashed right up against Xenia’s lips. It was so erotic that Querida went into seizures as orgasm after orgasm battered her senseless. Then she started to blissfully lose consciousness.

Xenia licked and slurped like a woman possessed. She knew how to use her tongue to make any woman pop off in ecstasy. The dazed look in Querida’s eyes only made the juices to her own cunt flow.

Querida kept hitching as she went into seizures and spasms. Her body slipped a little more, the noose tightening even further until her wet pussy was mashed tightly against Xenia’s face. Xenia misunderstood, believing her roommate was cutting off her breath with her cunt so they could cum hard together.

Querida kept hitching as the flow of oxygen was cut off to her brain. Xenia’s eyes started to roll from her own orgasm as well as lack of air. She got so weak she could no longer reach up and squeeze her roommate’s wonderful mounds.

Querida finally lost consciousness. But her cunt being pressed up against her roommate’s talented mouth only succeeded in making her body twitch and tremble in orgasmic aftershocks. The sensation of tongue on flesh kept making her body cum and cum.

Xenia could hardly breathe as her roommate’s cunt cut off her breath. Instinctively she reached down to finger herself. Then she was cumming as well, breathless orgasms that eventually battered her senseless……

A half hour later Spike and Joey came up to their room. They’d been sent up by the house mother to “get those two bitches out of their room and fuck the shit out of them!” If the girls would not come out, the guys were instructed to fuck them right there in their room.

The guys walked in an on incredible scene. Querida was noosed, her creamy body straddling Xenia’s head. Her eyes were lifeless and glazed over. Drool spilled out of her mouth onto her tits.

Xenia’s mouth and nose were completely covered. One hand was still buried in her wet pussy. She was looking up with a strange, vacant expression as though she’d orgasmed herself into eternity.

Spike looked at Joey who looked back at him and shrugged in amazement. Spike finally asked, “Shall we go down and tell Laura these two won’t be coming down from their room?”

“She told us to fuck the shit out of them, didn’t she? Does it really matter if they’re alive or dead? Hell, I’ve always wanted to fuck a sexy corpse!”

Joey started pulling down his pants, removing them completely. Spike removed his as well. He eagerly stepped between Xenia’s legs. Then he thrust his cock inside for a taste of some sweet necro chocolate.

Joey eagerly climbed up onto the bed. He grabbed Querida’s head and held it in place. Then he thrust his hard dick between her parted lips.

The frat boys eagerly began the task of sexually enjoying the two dead, sexy roommates. The fact they were deceased didn’t make them any less enjoyable to play with.

Afterwards the frat boys went back downstairs. They told whoever would listen that Querida and Xenia had snuffed themselves, perhaps in a game of erotic asphyxia gone wrong. They confessed they had eagerly enjoyed the dead bodies.

Word quickly got around. Other guys went up to their room to have a go at the deceased roommates. Several members of the sorority also went up to enjoy a little necro sex with their dead, sexy sisters. The orgy that took place with the bodies of Querida and Xenia would eventually go down in the history of the Pi Omicron Ro Nu sorority.

2020 (written Apr 23 ’20 by riwa. inspired by a manip in Sadie’s old DFN album)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (8)

Posted on March 27, 2022 by riwa

Coming April rewards

Jennifer gets a special decoration to take to the premiere.
A bride’s honeymoon turns out to be rather short.
A third chapter to My Mother the Breath-holder.
Another Mr. Wayne club chapter.
Another dream about drowning females.
A mother celebrates her 40th birthday in a unique way.
The second chapter to The Consequences of Snooping.
Another chapter to Donna’s shore Leave.
A story about thirteen steps.
A woman decides to stop being friends with another female by using the pool in a wicked manner.
The second chapter to the Whittaker Manor story.
What I hope is the final chapter to Girl’s Night Out.

February stories/rewards will fall off at the end of March to make room for April rewards.

It’s finally starting to warm up around here. But we’ve been dealing with a lot of wind lately. I’ve noticed some pruners have been out pruning trees… even taking some down entirely. This is probably a good thing, as a few months ago I was walking home when this branch came right down a few feet in front of me. I guess prolonged wind will do that to an older tree over time.

Mom is doing well. I am too. No news is good news, right? So I’ll just thank you for being my patrons before I go back to work putting off until tomorrow what I should have edited today (my bad).

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Synchro Tryout 1 3.7 (40)

Posted on March 25, 2022 by riwa

Cyndi Jacobs wanted to be on the Aquastars synchro team. She was good in the water and a decent breath-holder. Now she wanted to put her abilities as a water-baby to good use.

She’d been watching the team practice and had been privately working on some moves by herself. She could tell her presentation was still quite rough. But given time she believed she would eventually make a good addition to the team.

She was willing to do just about anything to become a team member. The problem was: she couldn’t just get an audition through Coach Johnson. He always pawned that off on his assistant coach Rick Riley. If Rick didn’t think she was good enough, she would never even see Coach Johnson.

The word around campus was that Riley was quite the hard-ass. He expected a lot from the synchro girls, even though it was Coach Johnson’s team. He was notorious for putting them through hell.

As much as he enjoyed torturing the synchro girls, he was also quite the pervert. Cyndi had learned that Coach Riley gave certain members of the team “personal training sessions” on more than one occasion. She knew full well what that meant.

What it amounted to was nothing more than a casting couch audition. But Cyndi didn’t have a problem with that. She understood the unwritten rules and was willing to work within them.

To begin with, she was rather attracted to Rick Riley. But so far he hadn’t even given her the time of day. His focus was strictly on the girls who were on the synchro team.

There was no other way around it. If she wanted any kind of relationship with him she would have to try out for the synchro team. Naturally she would be forced to share him with the other girls. But Cyndi decided she would rather share an alpha like Riley than some loser beta who none of the other girls would even pay attention to.

She found a one-piece swimsuit the other synchro girls wore whenever they were having a one-on-one session with Coach Riley. It became somewhat transparent once it got wet. Obviously the pervert liked looking at the goodies, even when a synchro girl wasn’t naked.

Cyndi thought she’d try out the suit on her own before arranging an audition with Coach Riley. There was a soaking tub she had access to for late-night dips. Besides, she wanted to get in a little more practice before she would have to show Rick what she was capable of.

Cyndi got into the water in her suit, goggles and matching swimcap. It felt nice and cool after a hot day as she submerged. She discovered how quickly the suit became somewhat transparent, showing off her privates once she’d gotten herself wet.

Her breasts were clearly visible, her nipples on display to one and all. No wonder coach Riley liked to see his girls in this suit. She had to admit it actually made her feel quite sexy.

It was time for a little workout in the water. Cyndi dispensed with using any type of nose clip. She had a feeling Coach Riley might reject it during her audition simply to torture her sinuses.

She sat on her ass on the bottom with her legs crossed, working on holding her breath. Riley wouldn’t even talk to a girl who couldn’t reach three minutes. That was her first objective.

It took her three different tries. But she finally broke three minutes. Cyndi was sure she’d be able to match that when it was time for her audition.

Next she did some stretches underwater. Cyndi bent forward, touching her toes as she held her breath. Her lungs burned, but she pushed herself, sensing Coach Riley would push her even harder when the time came.

From there Jacobs tried a few handstands in the water. She went upside down, submerging until her legs stuck out of the water while her crotch remained submerged. Then she tried to hold her position.

She was fully aware how her tanned flesh became visible through her suit. The blue patterns could only cover so much. But instead of feeling self-conscious, Cyndi felt even sexier. She was sure to get Coach Riley’s attention by wearing this outfit for an audition.

Cyndi came up for breath, panting quietly. She wondered what kind of torture the assistant might put her through. She suspected a lot of it might occur while she was upside down. Being upside down was the hardest position to pull off, making it a challenge just to concentrate on staying in place.

Once more she filled her lungs before going underwater. Cyndi went upside down again and tried to hold her breath and position. She held her legs straight up with her toes pointed.

She held that for a good half minute. Then she began doing pushups with her arms. Cyndi bent them while pushing herself up and down, trying to anticipate anything the perverted coach might subject her too.

It occurred to her how much Riley might like this position. It gave him a great view of her crotch. She wondered how much of her kitty would be visible to him through the fabric.

Cyndi came back up for another breath. She looked down at her crotch and confirmed what she’d suspected. She had a distinct camel-toe that was plainly visible. Coach Riley was going to love that.

She caught her breath before going back under. Once more she went upside down. Cyndi did some pushups, pushing her legs higher out of the water before lowering them.

She stayed like that for about a minute. Then she began spreading her legs. She opened and closed them, imagining Coach Riley staring at her crotch.

Would he get all turned on with her body? He was a guy, wasn’t he? Word around campus indicated he would not have any problems gawking at her while making her hold the pose for as long as she could hold her breath.

Cyndi remained like that for as long as possible. The more she thought about Coach seeing her like this, the more turned on she became. She just had to get an audition from him!

She pushed herself until her lungs began to heave. Cyndi came up out of the water and gasped quietly for breath. She was becoming horny again, something that frequently happened while she was underwater holding her breath.

She got her breath back before going upside down again. This time Cyndi worked on doing splits while holding herself upright. If she could do this right here with her legs out of the water, surely she could do it in front of Rick Riley.

Cyndi Jacobs went up and down while opening and closing her legs. Bubbles trickled out of her nose as she tried to ease the strain in her lungs. Imagining Coach Riley’s eyes on her body only turned her on even more.

She split her legs wide and held them there as she held her breath upside down. How long might Coach Riley force her to hold this position? She decided she should try to push it for as long as possible.

She stayed under until she began losing air through her nose. She was sorely tempted to reach up and touch herself. But that would throw her off-balance and bring her crashing down.

Cyndi finally collapsed into the bottom of the soaking tub. She came up out of the water gasping like crazy. Coach Riley was going to love her! It was only a matter of time before she became a member of the Aquastars.

The synchro hopeful reached down and felt her crotch through her suit. It gave her nice, erotic tingles. She could tell how see-through the suit was. She hoped it would give Coach Riley a massive hard-on.

Cyndi slipped under the surface until her ass was on the bottom of the soaking tub. She touched herself all over. Her body responded with tingles as she released little bubbles out of her mouth.

She worked at holding her breath as she fondled herself. Focusing on her pleasure always stretched her length of time underwater while holding her breath. She wondered if it might be a good idea to try that out on Coach Riley.

Cyndi came up and panted for breath. She decided it was time to try a nice, long one. This one wouldn’t be for Rick or any synchro team member. This one would be strictly for her benefit.

She filled her lungs and submerged into the soaking tub. Cyndi stretched out until her upper body angled into the deeper part of the water. Then she focused on touching herself and the pleasure she wanted to experience.

One hand groped her breasts. The other reached down to tend to her crotch. Her fingers sent tingles of pleasure coursing through her body.

She imagined Coach Riley watching her, making her smile inwardly. What if she masturbated for him as a part of her audition? Would it help get her a spot on the team?

Cyndi let her hands roam all over. She was careful not to neglect that area between her legs. A hand always returned there whenever the sensations ebbed, stringing things along while prolonging her breathless pleasures.

Her stomach rippled as her lungs began to burn. The strain increased the tingles in her lady-parts. Cyndi pushed herself until her chest was heaving before she surfaced.

She came up panting loudly for breath. How long had she pushed that one? She was sure it was well past three minutes. Would Coach Riley find favor with her if she could reach four?

She got her breath back before taking long, deep breaths. Then she submerged again. Cyndi stretched herself out as before, her head angling into the deeper part of the tub.

Once more she began touching herself all over. She pictured Coach Riley watching her as she held her breath for him. Would it turn him on? Would he reward her for a job well done?

She imagined him forcing her to hold her breath with his cock in her mouth. That idea gave her a jolt of erotic tingles. She rubbed her crotch harder as she thought about it.

What would he do to her in order to test her abilities? Would he force her to blow him while holding her breath? Would he fuck her underwater while pushing her limits?

The tingles increased as she let her mind run wild. She just had to get an audition! Even if she failed, she might get the chance to suck his cock underwater. Hell, if she was good enough, she might even earn herself an underwater fuck before he discarded her. But she wasn’t about to fail her audition.

She rubbed her crotch harder as she ran scenarios through her mind. It helped her stay down longer. Thinking about Coach Riley was helping to distract her from the strain of holding her breath.

Cyndi felt the ripples in her stomach. They moved up into her chest. She stubbornly pushed onward, imagining she was doing this for Coach Riley.

She pictured him giving her a private session where he tested her abilities with something in her mouth. She imagined him fucking her at the bottom of the practice pool. Her lungs burned, but she stubbornly remained on the bottom of the soaking tub.

It began to swell within her as she imagined herself alone with Rick. She furiously groped herself as she began to writhe around underwater. Bubbles spewed out of her mouth as her lungs ached.

She thought about how she could best please the assistant coach. She would do anything, even if it meant drowning for him. She could actually imagine him watching her as she swallowed water before settling onto the pool floor with flooded lungs.

It swelled within her until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her lungs were on fire as she wriggled and squirmed. She was out of breath, adding to the eroticism of her breathless agony.

Her chest heaved painfully. Cyndi stiffened as it overwhelmed her. Then she lost the last of her breath from a mammoth orgasm.

She shuddered hard as her lungs emptied. She blinked as she felt dizzy and disoriented. Then her chest heaved ominously.

For a moment she couldn’t get her body to respond. Cyndi thought she was going to be found at the bottom of the soaking pool as she thrashed about. Then she got her head above water.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she gasped for breath. That had been a really good one! But she figured she’d better call it a night before she overdid it. She wanted to be at full strength when she faced Coach Riley for her audition.

2020 (written Jul 30 ’20 by riwa)

(Vidcaps courtesy of JustPaul which are included for illustration purposes.)

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The company picnic 4.4 (68)

Posted on March 20, 2022 by riwa

Everyone had eaten their fill. Fiona had proved to be rather tasty. Many had enjoyed watching her naked body twist on the spit over a barbecue pit. Now their stomachs were full of sweet Fiona meat..

The company president took the stage. “And now for our lottery,” he said with a smile.

One of the secretaries in a French maid outfit came up to him with a clear bowl in her hands. Inside were numerous slips of paper. He reached inside, pulled one out and handed it to her.

She read it and smiled. Then she announced, “The lucky winner is Arturo Lugosta!” Everyone broke out in cheers and applause.

Arturo blushed as he went up onto the stage. She handed him the slip of paper. “It’s mine all right,” he chuckled nervously. Everyone laughed.

“So who do you want?” the company president asked.

Arturo looked out into the crowd of coworkers. His eyes settled on one person. Then he smiled as he declared, “I choose Katina Riveria.”

There were cheers and applause. Little 5’3” Katina blushed a deep red. She didn’t want any part of this. But as an officer in the company she was forced to participate.

The attractive young woman tried to take it all in stride as she walked up on stage. What did Arturo expect of her? These things could get a little humiliating at times.

Would he expect her to kneel and give him a blowjob right in front of the entire company? Would he demand a public fuck? If she was lucky, she might only have to go with him to some private location where they could do it away from prying eyes.

She tried to smile as she nervously told him, “I, uh… I guess you won me. So what happens next?”

“Well, Katina. I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since our company began having these lotteries during our picnics. I’ve been thinking about who I would choose if my name was lucky enough to be drawn. I must say, you were always my first choice.”

There were several cries of “Aww, how sweet.” Some of the coworkers applauded. Katina blushed, fully aware of Arturo’s crush on her.

Her embarrassment increased. She strongly suspected he was going to do something sexual with her. She’d never offered him so much as a kiss during all their past company picnics. Now she would be forced to give in to his wicked desires in front of the whole damned group.

“So what do you want me to do? I suppose you want it right here in front of everyone?”

Arturo smiled. “Yes, Katina. I want to do it right here in front of everyone.”

There were cheers and whistles of enthusiasm. Katina blushed again. She was fully aware her husband was out among the spectators. Was he really going to permit this to go forward?

“How do you want to do this?” she asked nervously, already anticipating his answer.

“Naked, of course,” he replied with a smile. “I’ve always imagined you naked when we did this.”

There were more lusty whistles and cheers. Even the females of the company were looking forward to her humiliation. Several had been embarrassed by her during past picnics. Thus, they had no sympathy for the role she was about to play.

Katina looked at the company president. He just nodded for her to start undressing. She looked out at the gathered spectators until she found her husband in the crowd. He was grinning from ear to ear as though looking forward to her humiliation.

Katina slowly worked herself out of her clothes. It was utterly embarrassing. But she’d seen other females equally degraded during past picnics. As a major officer in the corporation she was forced to comply.

The company president stepped close, a huge smile on his face. He held his arms outstretched as though offering to take her garments. She smiled nervously as she carefully placed them in his arms.

She felt his intense gaze up and down her naked body as though he was molesting her with his eyes. There were excited murmurs from the gathered spectators. She could feel the eyes of many others staring lustfully at her B-cup breasts and cleanly shaved snatch.

She looked at Arturo and smiled nervously. “What now?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“I think we should start with a blowjob.”

The spectators roared their approval as they applauded. Katina went bright crimson. “I suppose you want me to remove your pants?”

“Yes, I do,” he replied with a lecherous grin.

Katina winced as she loosened his belt before unbuttoning his trousers. She should have known it would come to this one day. The company was huge, but it was only a matter of time before someone’s name would be drawn who wanted a crack at her.

She pulled Arturo’s pants down his legs, freeing his growing erection. She shyly got down on her knees. Then she carefully reached out and grasped onto his cock, timidly licking it.

“Suck it good!” some female hollered out from the spectators. Katina winced as she took him deeper into her mouth. Then she began bobbing up and down on it.

Maybe this would be all that would be required of her. Arturo was a good man. If she was lucky, he might just settle for a blowjob in front of his peers.

“Throw yourself into it, bitch!” another female yelled. There was much laughter. Katina winced as she struggled to swallow as much of Arturo’s cock as she could.

She looked up at his face as she sucked him. Was this all he wanted from her? She could only hope and pray.

She came off his cock and asked, “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”

“No, Katina,” he told her as he shook his head. “I plan on cumming in your ass as you hang to death for me.”

Katina froze as though she had not heard him right. The crowd got so quiet one could have heard a pin drop. Then a murderous cheer rose up from her coworkers.

She looked at the company president in horror. He just smiled. “A wonderful choice, Mr. Lugosta. I haven’t witnessed a hanging in a long time. I believe Mrs. Riveria here will provide us all with an exciting dance.”

The color drained from her face as she went deathly pale. “Y-You don’t m-mean that, do you, sir? I mean… I th-thought I was a valuable part of the c-company!”

“Oh you were, Katina. But there are eager young women moving up in the ranks who will only be too happy to take your place. Besides, I’m looking forward to watching you hang. You will put on a fine performance for us, won’t you?”

“But… but… but…”

She let out a gasp as a couple of company officers rushed onto the stage. One had a long length of hemp, one end of which had already been fashioned into a noose. The other officer held a small length of rope in his hands.

The noose was tossed over an exposed rafter above the stage. A female rushed up with a small stool. The naked woman began to tremble as she shook her head.

Arturo leaned toward her and said, “I’m looking forward to cumming in your ass, Katina. I’ve always wanted to fuck your ass. Now I get to look forward to you dying in a noose with my cock up your butt.”

She anxiously shook her head. There were whoops and hollers from those spectators who’d heard his words. Then the smaller rope was placed in Arturo’s hands.

He smiled as he turned her around. He grabbed her arms and roughly pulled them behind her back. Then he began securing her wrists together.

“This is a real thrill for me, Katina. I’ve always dreamed that some day I’d get to tie your arms behind your back before watching you hang. Today that dream has become a reality.”

She stammered unintelligibly as he bound her wrists together behind her back. He pulled hard, causing her to cry out in pain. “Sorry about that, Katina. Got to make sure you can’t get your arms free.”

When he was finished he went and collected the stool. Arturo placed it directly under the dangling noose. Katina shook her head as she whimpered with fright. She could not believe they were actually going to hang her.

“Up you go onto the stool,” Arturo whispered into her ear.

She whimpered as her legs started to become rubbery. A quick glance indicated how excited he was becoming. She had sucked his cock for several minutes. But now it looked harder than ever.

He helped her up onto the stool as her coworkers began to cheer while urging her on. She could hear cries of “Hang her good, Arturo! Make her swing for us! Gonna give us a swingin’ good time, Katina?”

She panted for breath as the noose framed her face. She wanted to scream in horror. But as a company officer she felt compelled to retain some semblance of dignity.

She looked out into the crowd until she found her husband. He was smiling with excitement. Surely he was not eager to watch her hang too, was he??

Arturo gathered the noose up in his hands. He tenderly wrapped it around her quivering throat. Then he leaned in close and whispered, “Does it feel good, Katina? It looks so good on you. You have no idea how horny I am right now. I’ve always wanted to noose you up and hang you.”

She tried to give a reply but the words hung up in her throat. She let out a squawk as she stood there trembling. She simply could not believe this was happening to her.

A splatter of urine fell onto the stool. Katina had been unable to contain her bladder. Now she had wet herself, a further humiliation.

There were cheers and laughter as the company employees jovially pointed at the mess she’d made. Arturo grabbed the noose and tightened it around her throat. Her panicked gasp was all but cut off.

She glanced over at the company president. She was horrified to notice the distinct bulge in his pants. He smiled as he told her, “You will put on a fine dance for us; won’t you, Mrs. Riveria?”

Katina gulped as she instinctively nodded. “I’ll t-t-try, s-sir.” She could feel her heart hammering in her chest.

All eyes were upon her. She still couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen. They weren’t really going to hang her to death, were they??

“Give her a fuck before she goes, Arturo!” Other voices took up the cry. He smiled at her as he went over and secured the other end of the rope. Then he moved back to stand right in front of her.

Katina was shorter but the stool had helped elevate her above his erection. He leaned in close and whispered, “I suppose we should give them what they want to see. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Instinctively she shook her head no. That’s when he pulled her down off the stool. She gawked and gurgled as he speared his erection into her dripping slit.

She gasped and winced as it went all the way in, much to the delight of his coworkers. The noose had taken almost all of her weight, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She could not believe how much it hurt despite the fucking she was now receiving.

He thrust in and out nice and slow as she slowly strangled in the noose. Arturo grasped her breasts and savagely mauled them. The he smiled as he told her, “You’re really twitching, Katina. You might get me off if I keep this up. I love the way the noose is making your face red. But I want to cum in your ass as you hang to death. So I won’t fuck you like this much longer.”

She was barely able to rasp out the words. “You’re not r-really going to f-fuck my ass, are you?”

He smiled reassuringly. “I’ll wait until you’re mostly dead, Katina. But you might still be alive long enough to feel it. Would you like that?”

“I d-don’t th-think s-s-so.”

“Good. Then that’s what we’ll do.”

She gurgled and whimpered as her pussy instinctively clenched around his thrusting shaft. He could feel his balls start to swell. That’s when Arturo pulled out.

He helped her feet find the stool again, allowing his arousal to subside a bit. Then he loudly asked, “Katina, are you ready to hang to death for me and the whole company?”

She stared in horror as she stammered, “I… I don’t…”

“Ready to give us a fine hanging, Katina?” the company president added. Shockingly he’d unzipped his fly and was now stroking his cock.

She blushed at the indignity of it all. Was there no one out there with any sympathy for her? She scanned the faces of her coworkers, but they all seemed eager to watch her swing.

Arturo smiled as he asked, “You will give me a good hanging, won’t you, Katina? After all, this is a dream come true for me. Besides…” and he motioned at all the spectators standing there watching “…everyone out there is looking forward to a fine performance.”

“You will hang well for us, won’t you?” the company president added sternly. Then he motioned with his head in the direction of the barbecue pit. The alternative of being spitted and roasted alive like that poor girl Fiona sounded much, much worse.

“I h-hope I h-hang well for you, s-sir,” she stammered. “Arturo, I hope I g-give you a g-good sh-show.”

“I know you will, Katina,” he replied as he began rubbing a hand between her legs. “I’m looking forward to watching you piss and shit yourself.”

She winced in horror at his words despite the terrible pleasure of his hand in her wet crotch. “P-Piss and sh-shit myself??”

“Piss and shit,” Arturo breathed into her ear as he reached around and groped her breasts. Katina moaned and whimpered as she shivered from a terrible arousal.

A female voice hollered out, “Hang the bitch and let’s get on with it!” Katina recognized her as one of the women who wanted her position in the company. That’s when she felt tears well up in her eyes.

“Make her do the ‘noose-whore jig’!” a male voice called out. There were eager cries to hang her. There was much laughter as Katina’s face went beet red from the shame of it all.

“Piss and shit for us, Katina,” Arturo breathed into her ear. “Soon you’ll be feeling my cock up your ass. Enjoy your dance. I know I’m sure looking forward to it.”

Katina finally found her voice. She started to call out, “Arturo, DON’T!” Then the stool was kicked out from beneath her.

It went flying off the stage into the gathered spectators as the noose took her full weight. It caught her body totally by surprise. Almost immediately she started kicking and scissoring as she searched for the floor.

Bare toes wriggled in vain above the wooden flooring. Katina swung back and forth as she fought against the noose. She twisted and swayed as her back arched, thrusting her swollen mounds forward as her secured wrists jerked hard behind her back.

A look of agony filled her features as she tried to open her mouth to scream. All that came out was a little drool which splattered down onto her heaving tits. She kicked and twisted as she fought even harder.

There were eager cheers and jeers from her coworkers. Men and women alike cried out for her to kick it up in a lusty noose-whore jig. It was amazing how many people wanted to watch her hang to death.

Katina twisted in the noose until the company president swung into view. He had a look of lust in his eyes as he stroked his dick. It was humiliating the way he was getting off to her suffering.

As she swung back around to face the audience she saw several men and women masturbating. Even her husband had his dick out and was lewdly stroking it. She wanted to shake her head, but she could not make her muscles function.

She twisted in the noose until she caught sight of Arturo. He had a huge grin on his face as he stroked his erection. It looked incredibly stiff and swollen.

She didn’t want him sticking it up her butt. But there was nothing she could do to stop him. Why was he degrading her like this? Why were they all degrading her??

Her knees suddenly came together. She squeezed as though she was trying to prevent herself from peeing. Then she jerked as she experienced an embarrassing orgasm in the noose.

Everyone laughed and cheered. It was humiliating beyond belief. Then she kicked one last time until she kicked out all the fight she had left in her.

She dangled quietly as she gently swung back and forth. She could barely get any air down her constricted throat. Then she heard a cheer from her coworkers.

She felt Arturo grab her from behind. He pushed his stiff cock hard up her butt. It hurt like hell as her anal sphincter gave way. Then he was deep inside, cruelly ramming her again and again.

Katina gurgled as her tongue protruded. She could barely feel Arturo’s cock up her ass. Now she could barely hear her coworkers cheering as they urged him on.

Her lungs began to heave in her chest. Muscles started firing haphazardly. She hitched and twitched as internal organs started dying from lack of oxygen and blood flow.

Katina could feel how red her face had become. The pain was agonizing. Now she just wanted it to end.

She was dimly aware of losing bladder control again. Urine flowed in a stream as it slithered down her legs and splattered the stage. Her coworkers cheered her for pissing herself.

She finally reached the point where she couldn’t feel Arturo’s cock in her ass anymore. But she still felt quite uncomfortable back there. She needed to take a dump in the worst way.

With a cry of sexual release he thrust hard up her butt. Katina did not feel the sudden surge of cream that filled her. She was simply praying for oblivion.

There was a sudden sense of release down below as Arturo pulled out of her ass. Then she let out a loud fart. A moment later she was shitting herself, a loose mess that splattered the stage beneath her.

Her coworkers roared their approval. The company president eagerly applauded. The last thing she saw was Arturo’s happy expression, his cock still oozing a little cream. Then her eyes glazed over as consciousness spiraled away into oblivion.

2020 (written Jun 7 ’20 by riwa)

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Malaysian beheadings 3.5 (62)

Posted on March 15, 2022 by riwa

On a trip through the Malaysian countryside Nadia’s bus was attacked by rebels. Everyone was ordered outside. The men were lined up along the side of the bus and shot. Nadia was among 6 women who remained.

Their arms were tightly secured behind their backs. Then they were marched through the jungle. The females whimpered as they walked for miles before they came to a grassy field.

The rebels order the women to halt. They were forced to stand together. They had no idea what was going to happen to them.

The women were stripped of all their clothing, some of the garments being cut off with knives. Then a Malaysian woman of about thirty was marched out into the middle of the field. She was forced to kneel as she faced the others.

One of the rebels had a sword which he raised. He took careful aim before he swung hard. The Malaysian woman’s head went flying, causing the other women to scream in horror.

She slowly toppled over onto her side. Her headless body went into spasms. Blood spurted out of her severed neck, staining the ground.

Her head was picked up. It was held aloft by a handful of hair. The rebels cheered their enthusiasm as the remaining women cried out in terror.

A second Malaysian woman was chosen. She was about 24. Her eyes widened in horror as she was walked out into the field.

She began crying as she shook her head. She was forced to kneel right next to the headless corpse. It was still pumping blood onto the ground.

She was turned until she was facing the remaining women. Nadia was horrified. She could not believe this was happening.

Once more the rebel took careful aim with his sword. Then he swung hard. The second Malaysian woman’s head went flying.

Her naked body slowly tipped over onto its side. It went into spasms and convulsions as blood pumped out of the severed neck. The rebel went over and picked up the head, holding it aloft for all to see as the remaining women screamed again.

The third woman taken out was a Thai woman. She had been on vacation with her fiancé who was shot back at the bus. She was only 22.

She went numb with shock as she was forced to kneel close to the dying corpse of the recently beheaded. She was forced to face the remaining females. There was a haunted look in her features.

The rebel who had become their designated executioner hefted his blade once more. He took careful aim. Then he swung hard.

Steel sliced cleanly through flesh and bone. This time the head merely toppled onto the ground. The body appeared to rise up before pitching forward chest first onto the ground

Nadia and her two companions let out cries of horror. They watched the young Thai woman spasm in her death throes. By now the two beheaded Malaysian women had ceased their twitching and convulsing.

The Thai woman’s head was lifted up by a handful of her jet black hair. The rebels cheered her demise. The remaining women simply whimpered in terror.

Nadia panted heavily for breath. Would she be next? No, it was the 36 year old Filipino who was chosen.

The poor woman opened her mouth to scream. But no sound came out. Almost immediately she went into shock.

She was taken out into the field where she was forced to kneel facing her two remaining companions. Her breasts sagged as her chest heaved. Tears streaked down her face as she numbly looked at the two women facing her.

The sword was hefted again. Then the rebel swung hard. The Filipino woman’s head flew a few feet before bouncing off the ground and rolling to a halt.

The body toppled over in the direction of the other beheaded victims. Almost immediately it went into spasms. Blood was forced out of the severed neck by the furious pumping of a dying heart.

The executioner picked up the severed head and held it high. His companions cheered. Nadia thought she was going to be ill.

She tried to scream, but couldn’t. Surely this was a horrible dream! She could not believe this was happening to her.

The rebel came over and appeared to look the last two over. Nadia closed her eyes, fearful she would be chosen next. But when she opened her eyes she saw it was the young Indonesian woman who was being taken.

The poor girl could not make herself scream anymore. What was the point? All she could do was march reluctantly out into the field to her doom.

She reached a spot next to the others. She was forced onto her knees where she weakly faced Nadia. Tears filled her eyes as she stared the stare of the condemned.

There was a brief pause. Then the sword was swung yet again. The woman’s head flew a good ten feet before it rolled to a stop.

The body toppled over and went into seizures. Blood pumped furiously out of the severed neck. The rebel went over and triumphantly picked the head up, displaying it to his comrades before casually tossing it aside into the growing pile of other heads.

He smiled as he slowly came over to retrieve Nadia. She promptly wet herself the moment he grabbed her arm. Then he took her out into the field.

She was forced to kneel next to the beheaded Indonesian woman. Nadia saw there were still little death spasms in the headless body. Blood was not pouring out of the severed neck so freely as before.

She tried to gasp for breath. Nadia began hyperventilating like crazy. She stared at the rebels looking at her, their faces filled with murderous enthusiasm.

She sensed her moment was at hand. She instinctively closed her eyes as she opened her mouth to scream. That’s when she felt the blade slice through her neck.

Her world tumbled as her head went flying. She could not open her eyes or move her lips. Then she felt herself being lifted up.

She heard more cheers from the rebels. But she could feel nothing below her neck. Was this what it felt like to be beheaded?

She was unaware her naked body had toppled over. She could not see the seizures and spasms as blood pumped out of her severed neck. The cheers began to fade away as her head was tossed with the others. Then she heard nothing at all.

(Mar 15 ’20)

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The Cylinder 4.3 (45)

Posted on March 10, 2022 by riwa

I’m crouched naked in a clear glass cylinder, waiting for the inevitable. I don’t question why I’m here; that would be foolish. I know why I’m here. Mistress wants to watch me drown.

My hands are shackled to the floor of the cylinder. They are the only bonds I have. And they are the only bonds I’ll need.

All of the sudden water starts streaming into the cylinder. I gasp as it splatters all around me. Now I fully understand how she’s going to drown me as I gasp from a fearful excitement.

I pull tentatively, but my shackles won’t let me rise up. Water will eventually flow up over my head. I will have a few minutes to kill before the water kills me.

I turn to see Mistress sitting in a comfortable chair watching me. She wears a black leather dress that barely contains her breasts. There’s a drink on a small table for her to enjoy.

Her legs are crossed; she looks quite comfortable. But there’s a look in her eye, a look I know all too well. She wants to watch me drown. And today she is getting her wish.

The water slowly rises; we’re going to have a lot of time together Mistress and I. The wait is delicious agony. Her eyes flash as she sips her drink. I’m trembling with a terrible arousal.

It feels like it’s taking forever. But Mistress bides her time, enjoying every moment. I’m helpless in here and it turns her on. I call out to her, but she lifts a finger to her lips. I obediently fall silent.

The water is getting higher. I feel a building anticipation within me. I look at Mistress again, my eyes asking “Are you really going to drown me?” She reads my expression and nods with a smile.

Gawd; she’s really going through with this! I’m going to drown for my mistress! I feel more alive than ever before, knowing I’ll soon be filling my lungs with water.

I move around, testing my shackles. It sets the water to sloshing all around me. But I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving this cylinder alive. It’s a thought that both frightens and arouses me.

It’s been a dark desire of mine for a long, long time, a desire Mistress has shared with me. I’ve always wanted to drown, and she’s always wanted to watch me. Today we both will fulfill our fantasies.

The water rises up past my breasts. My life is ebbing away as the tank fills. No words pass between Mistress and I. Instead the room is filled only with the sound of the filling cylinder.

I look at her again but I can see the arousal in her eyes. It is building within her, just like it is building within me. Perhaps we’ll explode together in orgasm at the moment I start to drown.

I become anxious as the moment draws near. I test the shackles again. Instinctively I pull on the locking mechanism, but it is secure. Many thoughts flood my mind, and I become anxious.

I look over at Mistress again. But I see no mercy in her eyes. Instead I see rapid breathing, as though she’s enjoying my torment and uncertainty. I whimper as she brings a hand up and touches her chest.

I look up anxiously as the water continues to fill the cylinder. I’m so hot, hotter than any other time in my existence. Mistress and I have played these games before. But not like this, never like this! My heart hammers in my chest until I’m certain I’m going to explode any moment in orgasm.

I wriggle around, slipping under the falling water as it splatters my head. I cough and sputter, trying to shake it out of my eyes. I look over at Mistress but she squirms with anticipation. Is she trying to climax? Or is she trying to hold it back? What difference does it make?

Water reaches my shoulders. I’m hot despite the coolness of my surroundings. I try to compose myself, realizing a lifelong fantasy is about to be fulfilled. The day has finally arrived.

I turn and give Mistress a smile. She sees it in my face. I see a flush of arousal in her features. She knows I’ll soon be drowning in here. It really turns her on.

The water reaches my neck. Instinctively I begin struggling with the shackles again. I’m going to resist what’s about to happen to me; I can’t help myself. Mistress will get off even more as I put up a struggle, fighting against my bubbly destiny.

I work on the shackles as the water rises. My breath comes faster and faster. I feel a delicious surge of anxiety that makes my nipples incredibly hard. Mistress leans forward to watch. She’s breathing heavily. I almost cum, knowing Mistress will surely orgasm the moment I start to drown. Strangely, that thought only makes me hotter.

It’s growing uncomfortable in here. I struggle to adjust my position. But I slip, and water covers my mouth. It’s a sure sign I don’t have much longer. My heart rate quickens. I need to calm myself down so I can hold my breath for as long as I can.

I try to compose myself as the water reaches my chin. I struggle to rise up higher. But the chain pulls my hands up tight. I’m not going up any farther. The surface of the water sloshes and ripples. I hear Mistress moan softly. She must be terribly aroused at my impending demise.

I deliberately lower my mouth and nose into the water. It sends erotic chills up and down my spine, an incredible feeling more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt so alive, especially this close to the moment of my death.

I lift my head up and gasp for breath, looking over at Mistress. She’s touching herself again. Gawd, how this must be getting her off! Knowing she will cum as I drown makes me so hot. I try to compose myself again. A premature orgasm will inhibit my ability to hold my breath. I have to hold it for as long as I can before my lungs give out.

I have to tip my head back as the water continues to rise. My movements cause the surface to ripple and flow. I’m nervous, anxious, scared and aroused. Mistress leans forward and watches eagerly. Gawd; she’s really going to drown me! She’d not going to lift one finger to stop it??

I start breathing deeply, preparing myself for that one big breath-hold I will have to endure. My head will be completely submerged. There will be no more air after that. The suspense is incredible! My moans and whimpers blend with the sound of the filling cylinder.

I strain with everything I have, desperate to fill my lungs. My heart pounds in my chest. I now know I won’t be able to give Mistress a long breath-hold like I want to. I’m just too damned excited.

“Big breath, honey,” she calls out to me, the first words I have heard since this whole thing began. “Give me a really good show, baby!” Then I’m under, unable to tip my head back enough to get air.

I relax as the water continues to rise. I settle down in my watery tomb, trying to get comfortable. Soon the water will completely overwhelm me.

Mistress watches with enthusiasm, her eyes wide with excitement. I hold my breath for one minute and then for two. Bubbles leak out of my mouth, air I cannot part with. Mistress eagerly rises to her feet. I strain for all I’m worth. Gawd; my lungs want to give out!

All of the sudden I hear a flush of water. The tank is draining. The water level drops to my lower lip. I gasp for breath, my chest heaving as I refill my aching lungs. I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

Mistress walks up to the cylinder as I gasp and sputter. She’s totally naked now. I don’t remember when she shed her outfit. Her nipples are incredibly hard. She’s flush from a recent orgasm. She’s breathless, a dazed look in her eyes.

She tells me, “Baby, you don’t know how hot that made me. I simply had to get more comfortable.” She shrugs as she shows off her naked body, her nips hard and her labia swollen.

“Does this mean you’re not going to…” She just shushes me.

“Oh honey; don’t worry. That was just a taste. I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your greatest fantasy. I just came over to say how sexy you’re going to look for me when you drown.”

She touches the cylinder in an affectionate gesture. Then I hear the water start filling the tank again. She pants as she tells me, “Baby; I’m going to cum so hard when you drown!”

She steps away and starts rubbing herself as the water rises. It isn’t long until I’m forced to tip my head back again. Mistress pants as she tells me, “Gawd, baby; you make me so hot!” I whimper as the erotic feelings swell within me again. This time I think she’s serious. This time I think I’m going to drown.

I tip my head back as far as I can. Will this indeed be my very last breath? Mistress furiously rubs herself, but I’m too busy judging when I should inhale for the very last time. Water laps at my lips as I fill my lungs. Then I settle in for the inevitable. Mistress eagerly watches me, her nipples hard as she frantically fingers her pussy.

2010; 2020 (written Sep 20 ’10; ed. Feb 19 ‘20 by riwa using illustrations from Waterbondage.)

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Hitchhiking kills me (m/m) 4.4 (33)

Posted on March 5, 2022 by riwa

I was hitchhiking across the country. I had very little money to my name and was hoping to make it all the way to California. I figured my chances of finding work there were pretty good.

Of course I knew hitchhiking had its inherent risks. But I figured I would get along just fine. Besides, most of the stories I’d heard of hitchhiking going bad turned out to be females, especially ones with a rocky background.

I was off a freeway exit in New Mexico when a guy pulled over in an old pickup truck and opened the door. I thanked him as I got inside. He looked to be some sort of farmer, indicating I might not be going very far.

He asked all about me, and I told him my story. I didn’t think nothing of it. It was nice to have someone to chat with.

He told me he couldn’t take me very far as he was heading home. But I was welcome to ride along. He even promised a nice meal.

I began having my doubts when we pulled down a lane. There wasn’t much of a farm. In fact, the buildings looked like they hadn’t been used in a long time.

He took me right past and down a lane that looked like it was hardly ever used. He saw my expression and must have felt the need to explain. “Just need to stop out here first. I’ve got a little task to perform. Afterwards I’ll be on my way home.”

I gave him a funny look. Didn’t he mean he’d be on his way home with me? It was only then I began to question where the hell we were going.

It felt like we were out in the middle of nowhere when he finally stopped his pickup by a tree. He shut off the engine and got out. Then he reached into some sort of toolbox in the back of his vehicle.

I asked him what was going on. That’s when he produced a wicked looking handgun. He told me to get out of the pickup and strip.

I couldn’t believe it! But I could tell we were out in the middle of nowhere. If he pulled the trigger, it was possible the shot might never be heard.

I hesitantly climbed out of his vehicle. Then I began to take my clothes off. He angrily waved the gun at me as he told me to hurry up and that he didn’t have all day.

I couldn’t believe it! Was hitchhiking going to get me killed? And to think I’d trusted this guy!

I finished undressing until I was absolutely naked. The shame of standing there nude in front of him made my cock stiffen. That embarrassed me even more.

He told me to turn around and lift my hands behind my back. I did as I was told. I was afraid he might shoot me on the spot, killing me instantly. Or worse, I was afraid he might shoot me and then let me bleed out while leaving me for dead.

He secured my arms pretty tight behind my back. I thought about head-butting him, trying to knock him down. But I couldn’t guarantee getting free before he got up and shot me… or worse.

He told me to walk straight ahead over to the tree. There was a strange rock lying on the ground underneath a branch. It was flat on one side, big enough to stand upon. But it was rounded on the other side, making it hard to balance upon if one stood on the flat side.

He told me to stop right there at the rock. I obeyed his instructions. Then I turned back to look at him.

The gun was no longer visible. Perhaps it was in a pocket or he’d left it back at the pickup. What I did see was a length of rope in his arms.

“What’s that for?” I wanted to know. He just smiled as he threw a part of it over the branch above me. The end that came down was in the shape of a noose.

My heart immediately leapt into my throat. I blurted out, “Oh, HELL NO!” Instinctively I started to run, only for him to knock me to the ground.

He was taller than me, and he definitely outweighed me. It wasn’t much of a struggle. He soon had me back on my feet.

He dragged me back to the tree where he pulled the noose down and looped it around my head. I found myself panting heavily for breath. The fear was making my cock even more erect.

I stammered, “Wh-why are you doing this to me??”

“My daughter picked up a hitchhiker once. He killed her, dumped her body by the side of the road, and then took off with her car.”

“That sure as hell wasn’t me!” I blurted out, trying to work up some outrage.

“Oh, I know it wasn’t, son. I hanged that bastard. Then I met another hitchhiker, and I hanged him too. I keep hearing my daughter’s voice in my head, telling me to hang another one… and then another. So you see, I’ve sort of adapted it as a hobby now. Besides… I like to see ‘em kick and dance.”

My heart was pounding a mile a minute. “Wait; you don’t have to hang me! We can make a deal! You can have all the money I got!”

“I don’t care about your money, son. Oh, I’ll go through your pockets when I’m done. I just get my kicks hanging guys like you.”

“No… please!”

He pulled on the free end of the rope. It made me shuffle around on my bare feet until that rock appeared right next to me. He chuckled as he told me, “I’d step up on that if I were you.”

I shook my head, trying to find some way out of the situation. But I couldn’t think of any. Besides, I was already noosed and bound.

I carefully stepped up onto the rock when he kept pulling on the rope I ended up with both feet upon it. It did me very little good, especially since it was so damned hard to balance upon.

I angrily blurted out, “Go to hell!” He smiled as he told me, “You first.” Then he added more tension to the rope.

I rasped as he pulled me up onto my toes. It made my cock stiffen even more. The fear and the shame were almost more than I could bear… not that I could do anything about either one.

My cock was shamefully hard. He smiled at me as he told me, “Your neck might not like what’s coming. But I’d say your cock sure as hell does.”

The rock kept tipping one way and then the other. I shuffled around a little, almost losing it. Then I watched in horror as the farmer tied off the end of the rope around the trunk of the tree, leaving me straining to breathe from the constricting coil around my neck.

My cock dripped and oozed. It was humiliating as hell. The shame of it all was that a small part of me actually wanted a little release.

The farmer pulled his pants down, revealing a growing erection. Now mine is a pretty fair size. But his was a couple inches longer. It was also thicker.

He stood there stroking in front of me. I rasped as I struggled to maintain my balance upon the rock. Then he grinned sinisterly at me as he told me, “Son? You’re making me so horny that I think I’m going to have to do a little something special about it.”

What the hell was he talking about? Then he stepped forward. That’s when I knew I wasn’t going to like what was coming next.

He stepped up right behind me. Then I felt him push his dick up against my ass. I let out a cry as I shook my head. But it did no good.

He raped me good and hard with that dick of his. Worse, he reached around and stroked mine the entire time. It didn’t take much before I shamefully spurted my load out into the air and onto the ground.

He thought that was amusing as hell. Then I lost my footing on the rock. Or maybe he pushed it out of the way.

A moment later I found myself trying to kick. The whole time, my ass was impaled by his erection. My struggles to breathe resulted in my butt clenching around his shaft until I felt a creamy load pump deep inside me.

He pulled out of me, which only made things worse. Now I was only supported by the noose around my neck. It made the agony a thousand times worse.

I kicked and swung, my dripping cock twitching and bouncing as it remained stiff. I heard him tell me what a thrill it was to see me enjoy my hanging. I didn’t think it was much of a thrill, even though my dick stayed hard.

I struggled to pull in just a sliver of air. The harder I kicked, the tighter the noose became. The farmer’s erection had not softened in the slightest.

He came up to me and jerked on my cock as he tugged on his. The noose strangled the life out of me until I was hardly kicking anymore. All I wanted was for him to end my suffering.

He jerked another cum out of my twitching shaft. I oozed cream all over his fingers. My face felt flushed, and my head was pounding.

He came closer and partially knelt in front of me. “You were a good one, son. So I’m going to take pity on you.”

What did he mean by that? Was he going to let me down? I could only hope so.

I felt his lips wrap around my still straining erection. I twitched in his mouth, feeling a final flush of shame and humiliation. Stray muscles fired as I attempted to make my body respond to my commands.

I started to lose feeling down in my toes and then my legs. I finally felt my cock ooze more cream. He sucked and slurped it down until I couldn’t feel my dick anymore.

My vision cratered in around the edges. Then it faded fast as my lungs screamed in my chest. I thought I could feel my heart beating slower and slower.

I was unconscious as he sucked the last of my cream out of my dick. Then he went behind me to enjoy my ass one last time. Thankfully I was gone before his cock went off in my ass for a second time.

9-25-21 Inspired by the drawing I found on the Internet

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Paola’s last tease 3.8 (19)

Posted on February 28, 2022 by riwa

We paid a visit to a topless beach. It was your idea. You knew how much I liked the water.

You removed your top. I lotioned you down. You were a tease as you lounged on a beach chair while sunning yourself

You smiled as you looked at the bulge in my Speedos. You finally suggested we go for a swim. I think you wanted to turn me on even more.

Together we walked along the sand to the water’s edge. You playfully caressed my bulge. Then we waded out into the water.

We went out until we were in about five feet of water. You began taking deep breaths and then started swimming back and forth underwater between my legs. Each time you touched and caressed my bulge as you swam under me.

You were playful the entire time. You loved teasing me. Then you offered to do a little breath-holding for me.

You submerged and slid between my legs. You looked up at me as water flooded your sinuses. You did not mind as you blew bubbles up at me.

You reached out to play with my bulge again. My cock was stiff underneath my Speedos. You loved being the reason for my erection.

You surfaced and gasped for breath. Then you filled your lungs before submerging again. This time you pulled my Speedos down off my legs. You must have been thinking about keeping them just to embarrass me as I walked out of the water nude.

You grabbed my erection, stroking me as you bubbled underwater. Then you came up for another breath. You smiled teasingly as you filled your lungs before submerging again.

Once more you slipped between my legs. Then you blew bubbles up against my cock. You stroked it, enjoying how I twitched in your hand.

You released your breath before you stood up. You playfully asked if we should go back to shore while leaving me with an erection. Then you submerged again.

You slipped between my legs. Then you licked and kissed my cock. You were still teasing me, enjoying the way I twitched and stiffened.

You stroked me as you blew bubbles at my cock and balls. Then you surfaced again. You laughed as you saw the agony in my expression.

You chuckled as you asked, “Am I teasing you?” Then you submerged again. You slid between my legs where you began playing with my cock again.

You kissed and licked it, your eyes twinkling as you smiled up at me. You took the tip of my cock into your mouth, releasing bubbles out of your nose. Then you stood up.

You laughed as you saw how aroused I’d become. You loved being the reason for my erection. Then you took a breath before submerging again.

Back down you went between my legs. Once more you blew bubbles against my cock. You licked the shaft before taking the tip of it into your mouth.

You smiled up at me as bubbles trickled out of your nose. You sucked a little more, taking more of my erection into your mouth. Then you released bubbles before you stood up.

You laughed as you said, “Let’s go back to shore and lie in the sun.”

I had a different idea. I told you, “Let’s stay out here until you’ve finished what you started.”

You laughed as you grabbed my hand to lead me back to shore. I grabbed you and forced your head down into the water, your body between my legs. Then I grabbed your head, making you suck my cock deep as I fucked your skull.

You moaned and bubbled. You loved teasing me. Originally you wanted to make me wait, perhaps teasing me without ultimately satisfying my needs. I decided I would wait no longer.

You tried to stop sucking. I forced my cock deeper down your throat. You gagged up bubbles.

You began to struggle. You were running out of breath. Your struggles only aroused me more.

I groped your breasts with one hand while making you suck my cock with the other. Your chest began to heave. Your lungs were almost empty.

You began to resist me. You tried to get out from between my legs. I clamped my legs together, locking you in place.

Your feet kicked as your hands pushed against me. You lost more bubbles as I fucked your mouth nice and deep. Your eyes opened wide in horror.

You tried to shake your head. I kept you firmly in place. Then you gulped as you swallowed water.

You began to thrash about. It made my cock really hard in your mouth. Then you started drowning.

You hitched and gurgled as you struggled in my grasp. I looked down and saw how sexy you looked as you drowned between my legs. My cock went off in your mouth, forcing you to swallow as well as inhale my cum.

Your body spasmed and convulsed before you finally stopped struggling. You stared up at me with lifeless eyes. Streamers of my cum leaked out of your gaping mouth, clinging to your lips.

I stared at your topless, drowned body, admiring how sexy you looked. I enjoyed your death stare. Then I pushed you away in disgust.

Cum swirled out of your mouth. You looked up with lifeless eyes. But I had no sympathy for a tease like you.

The tide began to carry your body out to sea. I calmly pulled my Speedos back up my legs. Then I waded back to shore, knowing the great Italian tease named Paola would never tease anyone again. In fact, it would be the last time you would ever be seen again as the sea carried you out to your final resting place.

2019 (written for Paola Aug 17 ’19 by riwa)

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Dottie and the Flamethrower 4.4 (19)

Posted on February 25, 2022 by riwa

Note: this is a re-edited story from 2014.

Dottie awakened with no knowledge of how she’d gotten there. All she knew was that she was in a cold metal room and she was completely naked.

Her arms were stretched above her head as she looked up at her situation. Her wrists were attached to some sort of chain that came down from the ceiling. She couldn’t understand why they were keeping her like this.

Down below, she saw that her feet were chained as well. Someone wanted her chained, naked and helpless in here. Dottie felt a shiver of dread ripple through her body. What was going to happen to her??

She looked up and anxiously tugged on the chains above her. They rattled but did not shake free. This did not bode well and she felt a surge of panic swell within her.

She looked all around, but the room seemed empty. There was a door but nothing else. “HEY; I’M IN HERE!” she hollered out. “SOMEBODY?? ANYBODY??”

The door suddenly opened and someone walked in. Dottie couldn’t tell if it was male or female. They were in some sort of hazmat suit.

“Please; you’ve got to help me,” she called out. But the person inside appeared unsympathetic. Couldn’t they even hear her??

She watched the individual walk over to a gas can she had not noticed before. The can was picked up and brought over to her. Then to her utter horror the contents were poured all over her.

Dottie screamed in terror as the aroma of petrol filled the room. The bloody individual had actually poured gasoline all over her! What the hell was going on? Why were they doing this to her??

Something about this whole thing seemed terribly familiar, although she couldn’t quite place it. “Please!” she begged, whimpering pitifully. “Please let me go!” There was no response.

She watched in alarm as he strapped a big canister upon his back, one he had brought in with him. She didn’t know why, but she strongly suspected it was a male underneath that outfit. To her utter horror he lifted up the end of a metal pole and pointed it right at her.

“No; WAIT!” she cried out, sensing something very bad was about to happen. A moment later fire lashed out from the end of the metal rod toward her. Dottie shrieked in terror as it blasted against her chest.

She screamed in agony as her body was engulfed by the flames. For a moment the flamethrower was turned off as though he wanted to see the results of his efforts. But he needn’t have worried. Her body was completely engulfed, burning from the petrol he had covered her with.

Dottie shrieked in mortal agony as her flesh crackled and began to burn. Then she was aware of him pointing the flamethrower at her again. More fire leapt out in her direction.

She tried to scream but couldn’t get any air through her vocal chords. She struggled against her bonds, but she couldn’t get free. The chains kept her in place as fire hungrily consumed her naked flesh until he turned off the flamethrower. It was no longer necessary since her body continued to burn hotly from the addition of the petrol.

Dottie writhed and squirmed but there was no escape. She tried to scream, only to breathe in the flames. Fire rushed down her throat, searing her lungs. She could actually feel her flesh melting off her bones.

She pulled against the chains above that bound her hands toward the ceiling. It proved to be a futile gesture. The metal burned into her wrists from the excessive heat as the flames hungrily devoured her outstretched arms.

Dottie slumped as her murderer watched dispassionately. Her body writhed in agony as though she had been dipped into the very fires of hell itself. She did not see the look in his eyes, nor did she ever discover the reason for his burning her.

The only sound remaining was the crackling of the flames. Her body sagged further, blackening as she continued to burn. It had been an utterly agonizing death…

“IIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

Dottie awakened to the sound of her screaming in orgasm. Somehow she had rolled out of bed onto the floor and was writhing around as if she was literally on fire. She was cumming so hard she could hardly think straight.

She panted heavily as she tried to get her breath back. She felt dazed and weak all over. “Bloody hell!” she blurted out. “I have GOT to stop watching those movies with those burning scenes before bedtime.” Then she groggily made her way to her feet before stumbling into the bathroom to clean herself up…

2014; 2018 (written for and inspired by Dottie Jun 28 ’14; ed. Nov 20 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a scene from the movie “Don’t Go In The House (1980). Vidcaps are from said movie and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.2 (5)

Posted on February 25, 2022 by riwa

Coming March rewards

A ghost story about Whittaker manor.
Women in peril shorts.
Laura’s final pose
More of the story to Donna’s shore leave.
The consequences of snooping.
Rapunzel hangs her contemporaries.
I dreamed I drowned them (3).
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A JustPaul illustrated pool story.
The hogtied snoop.
The concluding chapter to the Russian Roulette gameshow.
Oh yeah… and another Girl’s night out chapter. You’d think I’d be getting close to finishing that by now.

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

Mom is doing so much better. Understandably, she has more energy. We take trips into town for shopping, doctor appointments, and to just get out of the house whenever she’s experiencing cabin fever. But no trips out of the house today. As of the moment I’m typing this, it’s -13 outside.

I don’t suppose anyone would care to trade weather with us for a little while, would they? No takers? Oh well. Thanks for being my patrons, even if you do want to keep that warmer weather for yourselves.

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