Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (10)

Posted on May 27, 2022 by riwa

Another chapter to Donna’s shore leave.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
Another chapter to the Legend of Whittaker Manor.
A bathtub surprise.
Flirting goes wrong.
The tidal stakes on Santamos Island are used.
She teases her step-brother, and it backfires.
An afternoon smoke and a soak (no joke).
Apnea girl rides the wheel.
He’s there for an exchange of souls in the pool.
Janet has a very special noose scene in a movie.
And anything else I might choose to post next month.

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

There are certainly a lot of things happening in the world around us. Some of them spark story ideas. But often, I find myself thinking, “I don’t want to write that story.”

Sometimes, it’s a negative thought. Sometimes, it’s a lot of negative thoughts. I can feel it affecting me; I can actually feel my stomach wanting to twist into knots. So I mentally tell myself, “I don’t want to write that story.”

Losing my lease? I don’t want to write that story. Something bad happening to mom? Don’t want to write that story. Something bad happening to me? Don’t want to write that story either. A food shortage meaning I might run out of food? I don’t even want to write that story. And what about something bad happening to people I care about… there goes my stomach into knots again from all that worrying.

If this is affecting me, I suspect it may be affecting some of you as well. There are verses in the Bible that are written for things like this. They often help calm me down. I’ll share them here with you on the off-chance some of you may need a little bit of encouragement not to worry so much. After all, worrying is bad for your health; right? So I’ll share them here as my way of saying “try not to worry as much as I seem to want to” and “thank you so much for being my patrons”.

Luke 12:25-31
New International Version
25 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? 26 Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
27 “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! 29 And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. 30 For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. 31 But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.

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Synchro Tryout 3 4.5 (117)

Posted on May 25, 2022 by riwa

Cyndi Jacobs skulled at the surface of the pool in the deep end. She waited patiently as she got her breath back, expecting to be called back down. But there was no command from assistant coach Rick Riley over the underwater sound system.

Her body thrummed from her recent orgasm. She’d just experienced it while being upside down holding her breath on the pool bottom. She had even fingered herself for Riley’s amusement.

What was he going to make her do now? Had she earned a tryout in front of Coach Johnson? If Rick said a girl was good enough, it usually meant the appointment with the head coach was mostly a formality.

Should she break from skulling at the surface? She peered down into the water, trying to see into the observation window. But it was dark, revealing nothing.

Cyndi took a chance by doing a little practice routine. She skulled upside, holding her legs straight up as she held her breath. Then she allowed herself to descend.

She got enough of a look inside the observation window to see the room beyond was empty. There was no sign of Coach Riley. Where the hell had he gone? That didn’t mean her tryout with him was over, did it?

She slowly did a roll as she headed for the surface. If he was watching from somewhere, she wanted him to think she was serious about this tryout. Then she came up and took a breath.

“What’s the matter, Jacobs? Can’t get enough of holding your breath?”

She turned to see the assistant coach standing at the shallow end on the edge of the pool. She began swimming toward him. That’s when he barked, “Back to the wall, Jacobs! Swim to me underwater!”

‘Hardass,’ she thought irritably as she turned and swam back to the wall. She filled her lungs and submerged.

Cyndi kicked off the wall and began pulling with her arms. She wasn’t sure Riley was giving her a tryout as much as he was using her for his own sadistic amusement. But she really wanted to make the Aquastars synchro team.

She looked up right before she reached the wall. It was a good thing she did. She almost ran into Coach Riley who was now standing in the water.

She came up panting for breath as he asked, “You like being underwater; eh, Jacobs?”

“Yes, coach; I really do. That’s why I want to be on this team.”

“Can you hold your breath long enough?”

For a moment she was indignant. She’d just held her breath three minutes while fingering herself and cumming for his benefit out in the deep end! Hadn’t he been watching??

“Yes, coach,” she nodded meekly. Being submissive was probably her best response. Any kind of smart remark might jeopardize her tryout.

“Prove it!”

He pushed down on her head. Cyndi was forced to her knees. She released a few bubbles as she settled in holding her breath.

Another forced breath-hold. Great; just great! Was this a tryout for the team or for his own personal, sadistic pleasures?

Cyndi decided she had nothing to lose. She really wanted to make the synchro team. If submitting to Coach Riley’s sadistic amusements got her there, then she was 100% committed to that.

As she held her breath, she could not help seeing a noticeable bulge in coach’s trunks. She was pretty sure it was all on her account. But she was not the least bit offended. If turning him on meant making the team, then by all means… bring it on!

She could feel the strain in her lungs. Cyndi began to lose bubbles out of her mouth and nose. Coach was really keeping her down a long time!

He suddenly let go of her head. Cyndi shot up gasping for breath. Coach pointed at the far wall and demanded she swim over and back on one breath.

Cyndi nodded as she inhaled deeply. Then she submerged. She launched herself off the wall, pulling with her arms.

It was not a long swim. But it was long enough after not getting enough surface time to catch her breath. She would have to prove to coach she was not a risk for shallow-water blackout.

She reached the wall, did a flip and then kicked off with her feet without surfacing. Cyndi made the swim back. But she could feel it in her lungs when she came up for a breath right in front of coach.

“Another breath-hold, Jacobs! Make yourself useful!” Then he pushed down on her head.

‘Make herself useful??’ Was that a command or a suggestion? Cyndi wasn’t sure.

She saw the tempting bulge right in front of her. It certainly couldn’t hurt her chances, could it? Was that what he was implying? Cyndi decided to chance it by working his trunks down.

She grabbed onto the erection that sprang free. Then she started licking the tip. She mouthed and played with it, deciding maybe it was her turn to tease him for a while.

His hands came off her head. He was no longer forcing her. Instead, a hand rested on her shoulder, gently pushing her down.

She licked the tip of the shaft, feeling his cock twitch in her grasp. Cyndi lustfully ran a hand over her left breast. Now she was getting somewhere!

She could feel her arousal well up inside her. She didn’t mind so much being forced to “practice” like this. Besides, it was a lot easier than holding one’s position upside down while keeping one’s legs and toes ramrod straight.

She stayed down while teasing him, using her lips and tongue without taking him into her mouth. She heard a sigh from up at the surface. It made her smile inwardly.

He suddenly jerked her up to the surface. “Another lap, Jacobs! Underwater to the wall and back!”

“Yes, coach.”

Cyndi filled her lungs before submerging. Damn him! Just when she was really making him twitch!

She made it to the wall and did a flip without surfacing for a breath. Her lungs were hurting when she got back. She burst up and gasped loudly for breath.

“Another breath-hold, Jacobs!”

“Yes, coach.”

Cyndi submerged to her knees. Instantly she grabbed onto his exposed shaft. It had softened a little, but she knew how to take care of that.

She licked and nibbled, teasing him some more. She felt him twitch in her grasp. Now she had some sort of control over him, or at least a certain part of him.

She licked and nibbled as she gently stroked him. He quickly became nice and hard. Now she was the one doing the “coaching”, training his little member to submit.

He tried to thrust a little. She just backed off. When he stopped thrusting, she went back to licking the tip of his shaft.

Cyndi felt a surge of erotic tingles flow through her. Now this was how a private training session was supposed to go! She could easily get into these kinds of practice sessions.

She delayed taking him into her mouth. He’d pushed her a lot this afternoon. She was bound and determined to get in a little payback of her own.

He looked down at her as she came off his erection. “Is that the way it’s going to be, Jacobs? Then give me another lap!” He was half-smiling when he said it.

She popped up and gasped sharply. “Coach, I need to catch my…”

“Now, Jacobs!”

Cyndi crammed as much air into her lungs as possible. Then she submerged and kicked off the wall. Damned hardass!

She swam to the end, turned around and came back, her lungs straining the entire time. She burst up right in front of him, panting like crazy. She could see the look of frustration in his expression.

Cyndi could not help grinning a little. “Something funny, Jacobs?” Then he forced her below the surface.

Coach Riley grabbed her head. Then he thrust his cock hard between her lips. Cyndi gagged up bubbles as she took him deep, grabbing his ass to hold on.

There would be no more opportunities to tease the assistant coach. Had she tried his patience a little too much? Cyndi wasn’t sure.

She applied suction as he hit the back of her throat. She could feel herself running out of breath. It felt like he was fucking the air right out of her lungs.

She tried not to release any more bubbles as he kept her submerged. The strain intensified in her chest.

He suddenly pulled her head up out of the water. Cyndi came up gasping and sputtering. “Give me another lap underwater, Jacobs!”

She was not given much time to catch her breath. Cyndi crammed as much air into her lungs as she could. Then she submerged and kicked off the wall.

She made the swim all the way to the deep end of the pool. Her kitty was throbbing, her mouth tingling from the delicious man-meat she’d been feasting upon mere moments ago. Now she wanted to make him cum, no matter what the hell he forced her to do!

She made the turn and swam the return length underwater. She reached Coach Riley and burst up gasping for breath. He just forced her right back down, ramming his cock deep down her throat.

Cyndi grabbed his ass and accepted his meaty member. She could feel him thrust hard and deep into her mouth. She tried not to gag as he hit the back of her throat.

She hadn’t gotten much of a breath after her swim. He was certainly pushing her pretty hard. Her pussy throbbed from the abuse he was putting her lungs through.

He pulled her up until she came up gasping for breath. “You gotta want it, Jacobs!” Was he referring to a spot on the team? Or was he referring to his man-snot?

He pushed her back down onto her knees. Then he began ramming his dick down her throat. Cyndi glubbed up bubbles as she grunted from each thrust.

She grabbed onto his ass and held on. She was going to ride this out all the way to the end. Coach was going to learn she was fully committed and would do whatever it took.

He pulled her up for another breath. Cyndi gasped loudly. “Gimme another lap, Jacobs!”

Cyndi frantically filled her lungs. She swam the length of the pool, hit the wall and made the return on one breath. He was not giving her any chance whatsoever to catch her breath.

She had barely returned and was gasping aloud when he forced her back down onto her knees. He pumped her mouth good and hard until she felt him start to swell between her lips. It filled her with a surge of excitement despite her heaving lungs.

It started jetting into her mouth. Cyndi kept it all inside as she moaned with excitement. Then she slowly pulled off his dick.

She looked up at him and opened her mouth. His cream swirled out as she caressed her breast. Then she smiled as if to say,” How about that, coach?”

She stayed down for as long as she could. He pushed down on her head until she was losing her breath in huge bursts of bubbles. Then he pulled her head up.

She gasped aloud as he pulled his trunks back up. “I’ll be talking to Coach Johnson later today, Jacobs. I think I’m going to tell him I found a new girl who shows all the marks of an eager teammate, willing to do whatever it takes.”

“Thanks, coach,” she panted with a smile.

She watched him climb out of the pool. He got a towel and dried himself off as much as possible. Then he left her alone in the water.

Cyndi was horny after such a crazy workout. She still had the pool to herself. There was still time.

She swam to the deep end where she took several deep breaths, preparing for a long one. Then she submerged. Cyndi went all the way to the bottom.

She flipped herself upside down and then hooked her feet in the ladder. Cyndi Jacobs furiously masturbated. She was desperate for a release as she worked her crotch.

It wasn’t long until she experienced a celebratory orgasm for earning a place on the team. It left her feeling weak and wonderful. That’s when she decided to head back to the surface and call it a day.

2020 (written Nov 13 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by vidcaps from a clip created by JustPaul)

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Hayley cums underwater 4.3 (45)

Posted on May 20, 2022 by riwa

Hayley was a pureblood aquaphile. The only way she could orgasm was when she was underwater holding her breath.

She learned this at an early age. When she was a teenager she would take baths, submerging herself and holding her breath. Her very first orgasm struck without warning.

On that evening she kept going under while holding her breath in the tub. Her pussy tingled each time she would try to hold her breath longer. On her last breath-hold she stayed submerged until her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving.

It struck without warning. Hayley shuddered hard in orgasm as she spewed the last of her breath away. She was barely able to get her head back up to catch her breath.

She took more baths after that. Every bath involved some element of going under and holding her breath. And each time she experienced the pleasure of a breathless orgasm.

When she got older she made it a point to find a pool, pond, lake or beach to enjoy. It seemed the only way she could cum was if she was holding her breath underwater. Sometimes she used a toy, while other times she simply fingered herself.

Many times she did not even have to touch her crotch while she was underwater holding her breath. Hayley would lie on the bottom of a pool and caress herself all over until she was running out of air. The sensation of breathlessness in an underwater environment usually did the trick.

Hayley married a thirty year old man moving up in a major company. As a result, they bought a house with a backyard pool. For Hayley it was a necessity, resulting in many happy hours underwater.

She tried to be a good wife. Her husband responded by having sex with her in the pool. Being fucked underwater while holding her breath resulted in some of her best orgasms.

Hayley and her husband lived in a northern city. That meant she could not use their pool until summer. She requested a move to a warmer climate, but her husband was needed where they were. However he did resolve to put in a transfer to a southern location.

During the winter months Hayley spent her time cumming underwater in the tub in the master bathroom. But she couldn’t wait for the weather to get warmer. She desperately wanted to use the pool in the back yard.

As the temperatures increased, the pool was cleaned and then filled with water. Hayley always got excited as she looked forward to her first swim. Then the weather changed for the worse.

There were several weeks of below average temperatures. Hayley fumed as she waited for the weather to warm back up. She desperately wanted to get into their backyard pool for a much-needed swim.

In late April there was a warming trend. Temperatures rose to above average. Hayley eagerly prepared for her first swim of the summer season. Then her husband had to travel out of town for several days on business.

She wanted her first swim to occur when he was present and could fuck her underwater. But now that wasn’t possible. Hayley became impatient.

The temperature was supposed to reach 81. The water would still be a little chilly. But Hayley couldn’t wait any longer. The bathtub worked in a pinch, but she wanted total freedom of movement. That could only occur at the bottom of their spacious pool.

At 11am Hayley eagerly went into their back yard. Then she deliberately stripped out of all her clothes. She was aroused and trembling as she looked with longing at the calm surface of their pool.

Hayley went right to the deep end. Then she eagerly dove into the water with her arms outstretched. The shock of cool water enveloping her trembling, naked body was almost enough to set her off.

She swam around, frequently submerging to move along the bottom. She was becoming more aroused by the minute. And she was becoming acclimatized to the water temperature.

Up at the surface Hayley inhaled deeply. Then she submerged to the pool floor in the deep end. She rolled onto her back and began caressing herself all over. It felt wonderful; winter had been much too long!

She couldn’t believe how aroused she was. It had been so long since she’d been in a pool. The last time had been back in January when she and her husband had spent the night in a motel with an indoor pool.

Hayley rubbed and touched herself all over. But she avoided any contact with her crotch. She wanted to tease herself until she could build up toward an explosion of pleasure.

She stayed down for as long as she could. The cooler water made it a challenge. Hayley surfaced and gasped for breath, eager to return to the depths and the orgasm she craved.

She filled her lungs and then went back down. Once more she stretched out flat on her back on the pool floor. She rubbed her breasts as she tipped her head back, enjoying the pleasurable sensations.

It felt wonderful; it had been so long. Hayley writhed and squirmed with pleasure. She simply could not help herself.

She wriggled around as she reveled in the glorious sensations. Her body tingled with excitement. Her lungs heaved gently as she held her breath, adding to the thrill of being submerged.

It was too bad her husband was not there. She could have used a good, hard underwater fuck. Hayley couldn’t wait until he got home so she could jump his bones in the pool.

She was forced to surface again. Her lungs were heaving; she’d really pushed herself. She could tell she was getting closer to that pleasurable eruption.

Hayley surfaced and gasped for breath. She inhaled deeply, wanting to stay down longer. Heaving lungs would result in a massive orgasm, the kind she was craving right about now.

She filled her lungs and then swam to the bottom. Hayley rolled over onto her back and started rubbing herself all over again. It felt incredible.

She writhed and bubbled as she arched her back. She caressed and fondled herself as the sensations swelled within her. This one was going to be massive.

Her hair flowed all about her head as she wriggled and twisted from side to side. Her body had finally adjusted to the coolness of the water. She decided she would have to experience more than one climax before her underwater session was over.

She slipped her arms behind her back as she arched her back. If only her husband were here to fuck her now. She was so aroused she could almost feel him entering her.

Hayley lifted her head up as she groped and fondled her breasts. She wriggled and squirmed as though she could not contain herself. She lost a few bubbles as she groaned with ecstasy.

Hayley reached down close to her crotch. She was tingling like crazy. She had to ease off or she would have exploded right then and there.

She was getting close; it was starting to swell within her. She decided there was no point in holding it back. She wanted to cum on this one.

She was running out of breath; she was almost there. Hayley pushed her breath-holding limits. She wanted to be almost out of air when it hit.

Ohgawd – ohgawd – ohgawd – ohgawd; fuck – fuck – fuck – FUCK! Hayley needed to return to the surface. But she was so damned close!

Ohgawd – ohgawd – fuck-fuck-fuck – IT’S HERE! Hayley winced and shuddered as she spewed her breath away. It was so massive that it totally blotted out her senses.

Hayley was aware of nothing but an intense surge of pleasure. It was so overwhelming it almost seemed too much. Hayley’s lungs were on fire, yet she didn’t want to surface. She wanted to stay down and luxuriate in the sensations.

Her lungs heaved in her chest. Hayley decided it was time to return to the surface. Then her lungs heaved again.

She winced and grunted as s second more devastating orgasm overwhelmed her. She shuddered hard as pleasure flowed hotly through her body. Her nipples were so erect that they actually hurt.

Hayley had no idea when her lungs gave out. One second she was shuddering in orgasm. The next she was hitching and gurgling, her back arched in agony.

She tried to flail for the surface. But she couldn’t seem to make her arms move. Her lungs were empty; it felt like she weighed a ton.

She went into little seizures as she coughed up bubbles. Her back continued to arch as her arms stretched out on the pool bottom. Her palms were flat as though she was trying to grab onto something to ease the sweet agony of her deadly surrender.

The sensations lessened. There was a heaviness in her chest. But her naked body thrummed with sexual aftershocks.

She tried to breathe, but couldn’t. Her lungs hurt like hell. It felt like something heavy was lying flat on her chest.

Haley hitched as she shuddered and gurgled. A few solitary bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. She stared upward in astonishment. Then a look of pleasure filled her features as the life winked out of her eyes.

2020 (written Apr 16 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by vidcaps I made from a clip I found.)

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The Party Decoration 2 4.4 (62)

Posted on May 15, 2022 by riwa

Part one can be found here

Tawny and Kiera came over to gloat. “Now we’ve got you right where we want you.” That’s when the redhead laughed as she reached out and pawed Philomena’s tits.

The party decoration shook her head as she tried to cry out “NOOO!” Some of the guys saw Tawny groping her and came over. “You mean we can touch her too?”

Tawny laughed. “I don’t see why the hell not! We’d make her suck your cocks if she didn’t have that ball-gag in her mouth.”

Philomena let out another muffled cry, nodding her head as though that would be fine with her so long as she didn’t have to stand on the stool anymore. Kiera just laughed at her with a dismissive wave. “Oh, you would, you stupid slut. But I like you right where you are.”

Some guys came over to grope and paw her. A few of the girls came over to touch her breasts and pinch her nipples. Philomena flinched as she let out muffled cries of indignation and humiliation.

Eventually Lucia came back over to have another look. Her party decoration looked embarrassed as hell. “It’s not my fault,” she explained. “I didn’t say they could touch you. I guess Tawny gave them the idea.”

Philomena shook her head as a girl fingered her dripping pussy. She winced and whimpered. Lucia angrily told her, “Oh, knock it off, Mena! What are you so upset about? Besides, you probably fucking love it!” Then she left to mingle again as a couple of girls stuck around to caress her quivering mounds.

The humiliation was more than she could have anticipated. But it was much too late to back out now. Friends and students just kept coming over to look at her, some eager to paw and grope her.

It was eight pm when Tawny and Kiera came back over. In her hand Kiera had a drink with a straw. She held it up, working to force the straw into Mena’s mouth.

Philomena accepted the drink she so badly needed. Then Tawny began fingering her pussy. “Time for your eight o’clock orgasm, bitch. I bet you’re going to love it.”

Philomena anxiously shook her head. But she could not help clenching around the fingers being thrust inside her. The noose tightened a little around her neck as she tried to cross her legs.

“Hey look at this!” one of the guys hollered. “Tawny’s trying to make the slut cum!” That’s when several students crowded closer to have a look.

Philomena shook her head in agony and humiliation. She did not want this, certainly not in front of all her friends. A part of her desired the sexual release. But not like this.

She felt it swell within her as Tawny grinned at her. She began to writhe and whimper. Then she tipped her head back, her eyes rolling as fluid came out of her pussy.

A cheer went up from her friends. Then the boombox was cranked back up. Several started dancing as others laughed and commented how Tawny had made their party decoration cum.

Philomena was in agony. It felt like the noose had tightened a little more around her throat. And it was only a little after eight! She still had three hours to endure before it was all over.

Other students went over to play pool. But their eyes never strayed too far from her noosed, naked body. Others danced close enough to fully appreciate her erect nipples and dripping snatch.

Philomena wanted to take a break. She was starting to get tired standing naked and upright. But every time she tried to bend her legs to rest, the noose would tighten ominously around her throat, causing her to wince and grunt in alarm.

More of her friends came over to paw and grope her. They rotated in and out just to enjoy her noosed nudity while humiliating her. She was fondled by males and females alike.

The first sign of trouble came at 8:23. Couples were dancing a little too close to her. That’s when some of the guys began bumping into her stool, causing it to shift a little.

Philomena cried out in alarm, anxiously shaking her head as she felt an erotic ripple of horror. Her nipples never did get a chance to retract, not after the way she was being pawed, groped and now bumped. Every nudge of the stool made her pussy drip out of fear she might accidentally be hanged.

Couples danced even closer to her. The stool was nudged more often… and quite deliberately. Philomena stiffened as she began to hyperventilate, wondering if these bastards actually wanted to see her hang for real.

One of the guys called out, “What happens if the stool gets knocked away?”

Lucia heard the remark and hollered back, “I promised her I wouldn’t do that to her!”

“You didn’t promise I wouldn’t do it, did you?”

“Warren, no!”

He just laughed as he used his foot to slide the stool away. Philomena cried out as the noose took her full weight. She began to rasp and kick as she twisted and struggled.

Students eagerly stopped what they were doing to observe. Mena was horrified at the way the noose closed so ominously around her neck. Her hands jerked haphazardly behind her back until she could feel another humiliating orgasm coming on strong.

Tawny sternly told him, “Put it back, Warren!” But there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

She quickly came over and placed the stool directly under Philomena herself before helping her stand upon it. Their party decoration gave her a distraught look as she struggled to regain her footing. Tawny feigned innocence as she tried to loosen the rope around her throat.

“Sorry about that. You know Warren.”

Philomena was not reassured. She tried to protest. But it came out muffled through her ball-gag.

“Oh, c’mon!” Tawny told her with a dismissive wave. “You weren’t off the stool all that long! I came right over and caught you in time, didn’t I?”

A moment later Lucia came over to check on her party decoration. Tawny told her, “Warren kicked the stool away. But she’s ok, right, Mena?” Then the redhead lustfully groped and pawed the helpless, naked woman.

Lucia tried to sound concerned. “You ok, Mena?” The party decoration shook her head.

“You want down?” Philomena eagerly nodded.

Lucia checked her watch. “You got two and a half hours.” Then she laughed before turning and walking away. Philomena groaned as she shook her head.

Things did not improve over the next half hour. The guests had learned there’d been no repercussions to Warren’s actions. That meant the stool kept getting bumped. Each time Philomena cried out with fright until drool spilled out of her ball-gagged mouth onto her bare tits.

At nine pm Tawny and Kiera came over. The blonde had another drink with a straw. This time the redhead had a vibrating toy in her hand.

Philomena gratefully sipped from the straw. But she shook her head as Tawny pushed the toy inside her. Several students came over to watch.

Tawny shoved it hard up Mena’s cunt, causing her to wince and flinch. “Hang onto it until 9:15, bitch. If it slips out I’ll make you hang for every minute you missed before your time runs out.”

The naked woman was horrified. Would Tawny seriously let her hang for losing the toy? Lucia had promised she wouldn’t do anything like that. But what about this vindictive redhead??

She owed her money as well. Would Tawny hang her just for spite? Philomena decided she couldn’t take the chance.

She winced in humiliation at the toy wedged all the way inside. She was so wet that she had to clench to keep it in. The buzzing certainly didn’t help matters any.

She writhed and squirmed as even more of her friends gathered around to watch. It was as if she had ants crawling around inside her vagina. Tears filled her eyes as she clenched while grunting and moaning.

Tawny grinned at her as she kept track of the time. “9:05, bitch. You’ve got ten more minutes.”

One girl asked, “Are you really going to hang her if she loses it, Tawny?”

“You’re damned right I am! The bitch owes me money!”

“She owes me too. If she loses it, hang her an extra minute for me!”

“With pleasure.”

Philomena shook her head in horror. She kept writhing and moaning as she shuffled around on the stool. It was starting to become damp from all the sweat and moisture running down her legs and gathering upon the slippery surface.

She winced as she tried not to cum. She struggled to squeeze without shooting the damned thing right out of her. The noose around her throat was an alarming reminder of what would happen if she failed.

Philomena tried to call out for Lucia. But she didn’t see her host anywhere. She needed her to help keep these crazy people from hanging her!

She clenched harder. That’s when she felt the toy start to slip. Instinctively she clenched even more. But that only made things worse.

Her legs crossed together as she began to orgasm. The toy squirted out of her and fell to the floor. Everyone looked at Tawny expectantly.

“9:14, bitch. That’s one minute you owe me!” Then she angrily kicked the stool away.

Philomena cried out as the noose took her full weight again. She began to kick as she swung back and forth. That attracted the attention of everyone down in the basement.

They all came over to watch the show. Tawny kept her eye on her watch. “9:15, bitch. Now one extra minute for Myra and the money you owe her.”

Philomena tried to shake her head as she rasped and grunted. Her legs kicked wider as she began to twist and swing. She grunted through the ball-gag in her mouth as her feet searched in vain for the toppled stool.

“Times almost up. Go get the stool, Kiera.”

The blonde rushed to obey as Tawny began counting down from ten. Everyone else picked up the chant at “Five… four… THREE… TWO… ONE!” That’s when Kiera slipped the stool underneath Mena.

Their party decoration coughed and grunted as she struggled to get her feet firmly on top of it. She rasped and gurgled as she tried to catch her breath. Tawny worked to loosen the rope around her throat so she could breathe a little better.

About that time Lucia showed up. She tried to sound like she was still in charge. “All right; what’s going on down here?”

Tawny innocently told her, “We were only watching her orgasm in the noose.”

“You didn’t kick the stool away, did you?”

“Would I do a thing like that?” Tawny feigned innocence as she picked up the discarded sex toy. Mena nodded her head, indicating it had actually happened.

Lucia tried to look stern. But inwardly she found it amusing. “Well… don’t let it happen again; ok?” Then she turned and headed back for the stairs.

“Less than two hours to go,” Tawny quietly told their party decoration. “Do you want down?” Mena eagerly nodded her head.

“That means you’ll have to pay back every cent you owe Lucia. And you’ll have to pay mine back as well. Still want down?”

Philomena winced. Tears filled her eyes. “That’s what I thought, bitch.” Then Tawny groped her boobs before turning and walking away. She didn’t see Mena frantically nod her head, having decided she’d rather be let down and be forced to pay back every cent she owed.

The boombox was cranked back up. The music became louder. That meant there was more dancing. It also meant there was more bumping and jostling of the stool.

Mena was frightened to the point of experiencing an intense arousal. She didn’t understand why her nipples were so hard. Her pussy just kept dripping from a shameful, sexual excitement at her predicament. Fluid traced lines down her bare legs before settling upon the surface of the stool

She was greatly concerned how the night was going to end. Lucia had promised she would be let down. But what if the rest of her friends mutinied, wanting to watch her hang?

Would Lucia be able to save her? Or would she give in to everyone else’s perverse desires? The thought was horrifying… and strangely arousing.

A couple of bitches came over and cruelly fingered her ass and cunt. Philomena winced in recognition of two more individuals she was indebted to. Unfortunately it still didn’t occur to her how much better her life would be if only she could reign in her spending habits.

There was more dancing. The stool got jostled again. This time Philomena’s feet slipped.

The stool skittered out of reach as the noose took her full weight. The dancing and music stopped as everyone paused to watch. Mena rasped and gurgled as her legs kicked in a frantic effort to find solid footing.

Someone said that Lucia was coming down the stairs. The stool was quickly retrieved. Philomena was helped to stand upright, whimpering and trembling with fear. But once more she experienced a perverse excitement she still could not fully comprehend.

Lucia came over with the drink and a straw. Philomena drank as much as she could. It wasn’t nearly enough, but at least she was not so parched.

Lucia looked at her watch and smiled. “One hour to go, Mena. One hour and your debt to me will be paid in full.”

She looked all around to see what everyone else was doing. Her friends all seemed to be enjoying themselves. She smiled at her party decoration as she told her, “See you at eleven, Mena. Try not to hang yourself?” Then Lucia headed back for the stairs.

Philomena tried to cry out in protest. But her words remained unintelligible due to the ball-gag in her mouth. Tawny and Kiera were no longer in the basement, and she didn’t want to be left alone in case the stool was “accidentally” kicked out from underneath her again.

Lucia’s party guests continued to wander close in order to get a good look at her. Thankfully she was not groped and pawed as much as before. But there was still a lot of dancing. And some of the guys were getting close again, allowing their feet to “accidentally” nudge the legs to the stool.

Philomena was getting tired. But every time she tried to sag for a rest break, the noose would tighten around her throat. It made her grunt and whimper to a roomful of deaf ears.

At 10:18 the stool was nudged again. She was so tired – the surface so damp – that her feet slipped again. Philomena lost the stool, the noose pulling her up short of the floor once more.

As she began to fight the coil, her friends eagerly gathered around to watch. She kicked and suffered for nearly three minutes before the stool was returned. Her face was red as she was helped to regain her footing. But the rope remained uncomfortably snug around her throat.

At 10:43 Warren returned to molest her. “You borrowed money from me too, Mena. You owe me.” Then his foot hooked a leg of the stool before he started to pull.

Her eyes widened in horror as she anxiously shook her head. She tried to cry out through the ball-gag in her mouth. Others came over to see what Warren was going do.

He pulled on the leg of the stool with his foot. It began to slide along the floor. Philomena’s foundation began to slip away as she tried to maintain her footing with her bare feet.

With an “oops” Warren pulled the stool away. Once more the noose took Philomena’s full weight. Her legs scissored as her feet instinctively searched for the moved stool.

She grunted in agony as more of her so-called friends came over to watch. She began to kick a little harder as she fought the rope. Philomena threw out her chest as her lungs heaved. Then her knees jerked upward as she thrust her hips out.

There were oohs and aahs, followed by numerous comments she could barely make out… “Is she fucking the air?”  “No, she’s just cumming, silly.”  “Wow, look at her dance!”  “That is so fucking hot!”

The pleasure she experienced was quickly replaced by the pain of her lungs not receiving enough air. Her legs kicked harder as she began to jerk in the noose. She was so close to making it! Now she was going to hang within sight of the eleven o’clock hour…

“Hey – hey – HEY!”

Lucia came rushing forward. She grabbed the stool and put it back where it belonged. Then she helped Philomena regain her footing.

She glared angrily at Warren. “Should I guess this was your doing?”

“She owes me, Lucia! Besides, she was only in the air for…” and he checked his watch “…four minutes! That didn’t hurt anything, did it?”

“Hell, Warren! She damn near owes everybody down here! That doesn’t mean they should all get a chance to hang her!” But there were dissenting voices indicating it was perfectly ok with them if she swung a little longer.

Lucia looked at her naked, trembling friend and took pity on her. Then she checked her watch. “Ok, Mena. It’s damned near eleven. I suppose I can bring you down now.”

There were several disappointed cries as she worked to remove the noose from around the neck of her party decoration. Lucia untied her friend’s wrists before carefully helping Mena down off the stool. Then she removed the ball-gag from her mouth.

Philomena worked her jaws to make sure they still functioned. There were audible cries of “Can’t we hang her, Lucia?”  “Yeah, we want to watch her hang!”

“Some other time,” Lucia told them before taking her friend’s arm. Then she led an exhausted Philomena naked through the basement to the stairs and escorted her up to the main floor. Tawny and Kiera were instructed to fetch her clothes and bring them along.

2020 (written Jun 25 ‘20 by riwa)

(Inspired by a story request)

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Coffee table strangle 4.4 (42)

Posted on May 10, 2022 by riwa

I gave her everything. She repaid me by running off with some handsome young stranger who came to our door. It almost broke my heart.

Six months later she came crawling back. Her boyfriend had used her and then dumped her. She wanted to know if there was still a place for her.

I told her there wasn’t. I had moved on. It reduced her to tears.

She begged and pleaded. It had all been a huge mistake. He’d seduced her with his charm and the promise of adventure.

I told her there was no place in my heart for her. She said she would do anything. She would even try that “asphyxia crap” with me as she had frequently referred to it.

I told her I was no longer interested. Besides, the way I felt about her now meant a session with me might prove lethal. She said she didn’t care. She’d learned a painful lesson and did not want to be sent away.

The only thing he’d left her with was the thin, black scarf around her neck. She said she didn’t want it anymore. I could use it on her and then throw it away if I so desired.

I thought about it for a long moment. Then I told her to strip. She undressed all the way down to a black thong and nylons, items I did not recognize as she had never received from me. She left the scarf around her neck.

I led her over to my coffee table. I got some additional rope to secure her with. Then I made her lie down on top before tying her arms at the wrists.

She looked up at me with a hopeful expression, a look of remorse in her eyes. I simply stared back coldly. She gulped and winced.

I removed the black scarf she was wearing. I coiled it up before her very eyes, turning it into a garrote. Then I slowly wrapped it around her neck.

Her eyes opened wide as she gasped in alarm. But she did not resist. She never uttered one word of protest.

I slowly pulled on both ends. She tried to hold her breath. It was a useless gesture on her part.

I pulled harder. Her body began to buck and shudder upon the coffee table as she rasped for breath. She tried to jerk her hands up to interfere with my efforts. But they were secured in such a way that she could not pull them up far enough to stop me.

I eased up on her ligature. She panted for breath. Then I tightened it again as I leaned over her while kneeling.

Her eyes opened wide again. Once more her body reacted. I never expected to develop an erection in her presence. But her strangulation was certainly doing its job.

Once more I eased up on the tension to both ends. She panted for breath as she looked up at me. Still, she did not utter one word of protest.

I pulled on the ends of her scarf again. Knowing her boyfriend had given it to her did not sit well with me. My actions with her were sadistic.

The tighter I pulled, the harder she bucked. Her face became red as I applied more tension to her scarf. That’s when her knee instinctively came up as she writhed and squirmed.

I detected a fresh aroma of something sexual. I eased the tension on her scarf. That’s when I noticed her thong was damp.

So she was experiencing something sexual as I strangled her, eh? What’s more, I was enjoying myself far more than I had anticipated. I looked down upon her with a cruel smile before tightening the scarf again.

She began to wriggle and squirm anew. Her face turned red as her nipples swelled upon heaving breasts. Her hands instinctively jerked again as though trying to stop me.

I detected more of that same aroma. By now her thong was soaked. I eased up on the tension and looked down upon her impassively.

She panted for breath, her eyes wide with anxiety. Still she did not protest. Once more I pulled on both ends of the scarf.

She began to thrash around anew. Her body responded instinctively from lack of oxygen to her brain. Her hands tried to jerk upward again as her knee came up. Then her eyes rolled.

I eased the tension on the ends of the scarf, watching her eyes regain focus. The aroma was stronger now. Her thong was completely soaked.

“You deserve this; you know that, don’t you?” Then I smiled evilly as I pulled on the ends again. One more it tightened the rolled-up scarf around her throat.

Her eyes opened wide as her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Her back arched as her body shuddered upon the coffee table. Then I eased up on both ends of the scarf around her neck.

She panted wildly for breath as she looked up at me. There was not as much anxiety in her eyes as before. It had been replaced with what… resignation perhaps? Excitement maybe?

In a quivering voice she asked, “Does this… does it arouse you?”

“Yes it does.” I wanted to lie to her, but I couldn’t.

A smile flickered at the corners of her mouth. Was she relieved? Or was she hoping her efforts were winning me over?

I pulled hard on both ends of her scarf. Her body responded accordingly as she bucked, shuddered and thrashed about. I was developing an uncomfortable bulge in my pants.

She was barely able to rasp for air as her face turned red. Then I eased up on both ends of the scarf again. She panted quietly for breath.

I have never seen nipples so erect before. Her chest heaved as she lay there looking up at me while trying to catch her breath.  Then her eyes flashed as she panted, “Do you want to fuck me?”

In response I slowly pulled on both ends of her scarf, still allowing her a little bit of breath. Her chest began to heave as she wriggled and squirmed. Then she looked up at me with lust in her eyes, perhaps thinking she was winning.

I pulled harder until she began to struggle even more upon my coffee table. This time she kept her hands by her sides. She never once tried to stop me.

She looked up at me with a hopeful expression as her face began to turn red. I increased the tension until she really began to thrash about on the table. It must have been difficult for her, but she never once acted as though she wished me to stop.

Her tongue slithered out in surrender. I eased off on the tension to the ends of her scarf. She took great gulps of air down her lungs.

She gave me a questioning look. I just shook my head. Her face fell.

“Are you hard?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“But you don’t want me?”

“No. I will set you free. Then you can go.”

“What if I want to stay?”

In response, I pulled hard on both ends of her scarf. Her body bucked and shuddered as her back arched. Her face went a deep crimson before I eased off on both ends.

Once more she panted hard for breath. I could tell she was trembling. She looked at me before quietly asking, “You mean I have no other options?” I shook my head.

She thought about it for a long moment. Then she quietly asked, “Will you use my body at least once?”

“Only after you’re gone.”

“You promise?”

I nodded.

I gave her a minute to catch her breath. Then I simply told her, “Stay or leave.”

There was an air of sadness and resignation in her eyes. She had damaged our relationship beyond repair. She would not be able to break through my hardened exterior.

“You’ll keep your promise?”

I nodded my head again.

“Then I’ll stay.”

“Very well.”

I pulled on both ends of the scarf. She began to rasp for breath. I started her off slow. Then I pulled even harder, maintaining the tension.

Her back arched as that sexual odor returned with a vengeance. I swear I saw her mouth the word “PROMISE”. I nodded as I pulled on both ends just as hard as I could.

Her eyes rolled as she bucked and shuddered. Then she collapsed upon the coffee table. She lay unmoving, save for the occasional spasm or muscle twitch.

I continued to pull, watching the color of her face change from red to purple. Her body shuddered as stray nerve endings fired. This time there was a new smell as her bladder gave way. Then she was gone.

I looked down upon her curiously. There was a faraway look in her eyes. Then I unzipped my fly.

I slowly pushed my erection between her parted lips. I thrust in and out, allowing her to taste me without it registering in her brain. There was the faintest flicker in her eyes as though she was appreciative.

…or maybe I just imagined it…

2020 (written Oct 8 ’20 by riwa)

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The aquarium job (an Emma scuba story) 4.4 (27)

Posted on May 5, 2022 by riwa

Note: this is an older, recently re-edited post. I also decided to include both chapters for you.

Part 1

During a period of unemployment, Emma found a privately owned aquarium looking for part time help. The position meant doing odd jobs, including cleaning the showcase tanks. Emma had scuba experience, and since she loved diving in her wetsuit and twin tanks she was pretty much hired on the spot.

The owner and operator of the establishment turned out to be a woman in her 40’s. Her name was Joanne, but she preferred to be called Jo. She was a friendly sort, although the petite Japanese girl with the coal black hair and small breasts quickly learned her boss had a dark side. It turned out Joanne loved being extra bossy toward her as well as her other two employees.

Emma had been working there about a month when she met a girl named Lucy, a 5’4” brunette with perky breasts. Chemistry quickly developed until the two hit it off right away. It was only a week before they started flirting with each other.

It was early evening on Friday when Lucy came to see Emma at the aquarium. She knew the petite Asian worked the late shift after closing time. That was the best time to clean the tanks before they opened the following morning.

On this evening she had nothing better to do. She and Emma were destined to go see a band as soon as her friend got off work. So she showed up early to wait for her.

Emma had just donned her black vintage wetsuit when she saw Lucy waiting on a bench near the employee’s entrance. “It’s good to see you,” she said with a smile. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to be a little late. I’ve got this last tank to clean. But I should be done in time for the two of us to go see that band tonight.”

“No problem,” Lucy replied pleasantly. “Besides, I’ve always been a little curious about your job here.”

“I guess you’re going to see me in action then,” Emma replied with a giggle. “What I do is not very exciting. But I worked things out with Jo. I only have this one tank to clean. Then we can go.”

Emma suddenly looked around as though things might not be on the up and up.” Over here,” she waved conspiratorially. “Follow me. I know a place where you can watch me in the tank. Besides, if anyone knows you’re here I might get in trouble.”

“Oh?” Lucy replied with amusement.

She’d only known Emma for about a week. But she’d learned a few things about her. For instance, it seemed like her little five foot Japanese friend was prone to pushing buttons and boundaries.

Emma playfully kissed her on the cheek. Then she led her down a long corridor and up some stairs. Instantly they were presented by the appearance of a large tank with a viewing bench.

“Like it?” Emma asked as she gestured toward the glass. “It’s a replica of The Great Barrier Reef. Everything is very real here.”

Lucy’s eyes opened wide in awe. “That’s fantastic! You’re one lucky bitch to get to work in a place like this!”

Emma would have giggled playfully. But she wanted to lay it on thick for her friend. She snorted, “Lucky? You should see my boss! Jo is a pushy, bossy bitch who treats me like I’m her pet! She has a pretty nasty side to her. If she ever turned on me I’m sure it wouldn’t be pretty.”

“Oh, Emma,” Lucy replied dismissively, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Aren’t you exaggerating just a little? You’re always sparring with someone over something; am I right? Just do what you have to do so we can get out of here, ok?”

Knowing her friend, Lucy figured Emma’s offhand remark was nothing more than the usual comment to be swept under the rug. But the petite little Asian wasn’t about to be put off. “Lucy, I mean it! She’s a nerving, plotting witch who thinks she’s God’s gift in here! You better watch out for…”

She trailed off at the sound of footsteps. Someone was coming. And it was too late to hide Lucy.

Her employer suddenly entered the viewing area. Emma braced for the worst. Strangely her boss was all smiles.

“There you are, Emma. I thought I’d find you here.”

She smiled warmly at Emma’s companion. “And who might this be?” She did not sound the slightest bit angry over having a member of the public in her establishment after hours.

Emma was all apologies. “Jo, this is Lucy. She’s a good friend of mine. I’m sorry I brought her in here. But I only have this one tank left to clean. Then I’ll be done for the day; isn’t that right?”

She was concerned Joanne might say otherwise. Surprisingly her boss was in a good mood. “Oh that’s fine, dear. I’ll be happy to keep her occupied for a bit.”

Emma did not fail to notice the way her boss touched her friend’s shoulder. It made her scowl inwardly. It seemed Jo was always on the prowl for someone new to be affectionate toward, much less boss around.

“We’ll just sit here and watch you for a bit,” Joanne went on. Then she waved her away. “Now go on – shoo. I’ll keep your friend company. Go and get your work done.”

The petite little Asian gave her friend a confirming look as if to say, “See what I mean? Did I tell you about Miss Bossy-boss here or what?”

She walked off behind the tank to the hatchway. She just wanted to get the job done so they could get out of there. She was eager to go see that band with Lucy.

Joanne and Lucy watched her walk away in her black rubber wetsuit. Jo couldn’t resist making a snide remark loud enough for Emma to hear. “She’s a good worker, Lucy. But sometimes you’ve got to keep an eye on her.”

Emma went and put on her twin tanks, fins, weight belt and dive mask. The whole time she found herself inwardly fuming at her boss. She’d heard the little dig when her back was turned. But she decided it was best to just get the job done so they could get out of there.

She clomped up the employee stairwell in her fins. Then she stepped off the edge into the tank. Her cleaning gear was in her hands.

She looked out through the glass as she sank to the bottom. She saw them sitting there on the bench watching her. She felt some jealousy, unsure she liked Jo being there with Lucy. But what could she do about it?

Oh well. Best to get the job done and get out of there. She didn’t want Miss Bossy-boss coming up with another assignment to give her while making off with her Lucy.

—

Joanne smiled at Emma through the glass. Then she turned toward Lucy who was sitting on the viewing bench with her. “I think you’re going to enjoy this,” she told her quietly. “I had a little surprise put in there for Emma. I love to keep my employees on their toes. But in this case I would have to say I’m keeping Emma on her dive fins.”

Lucy looked at her oddly as the owner of the establishment chuckled. Joanne intimately rubbed the girl’s shoulder. Then they turned to watch as Emma prepared to do her job.

“Surprise?” Lucy asked curiously. “What surprise?”

“Oh, nothing bizarre. Nothing that will hurt her. I’m just curious to see how she’ll react.”

She pointed at something in the tank. “You see that blue kelp over there? It’s the real stuff, brought over from the Great Barrier Reef.”

She paused for dramatic effect. Then she spoke in a conspiratorial tone. “That stuff can be quite a nuisance. Once you’re tangled within its strands it can be a chore trying to get out of.”

“Oh really?!”

Lucy’s eyes opened wide at the revelation. A slight smile flickered at the corners of her mouth. She knew Emma all too well, even though they’d only been seeing each other for a short time.

“You’re right; this could be interesting!” Seeing Emma all tangled up might prove to be amusing.

“Oh it definitely should be, hun,” Joanne replied, unable to stifle a giggle.

—

Emma saw them watching her as she descended near the floor of the tank amidst the sea life. She came into full view and gave them a wave of her hand. Then she worked her way to the front glass wall, attaching her suction cup for a handhold.

She went right to work wiping it clean with her squeegee. She soon realized the enormity of the task ahead of her. Algae had built up on parts of the glass walls from all the flora and fauna inside the tank. This might take her longer than she’d anticipated.

She pulled up her gauge and checked her readings. She figured she had about 45 minutes of downtime before her tanks ran dry. That would probably be enough time to get the job done with a little room to spare.

She fought the urge to glare indignantly at her boss. Emma fumed as she ran the squeegee over another section of glass. The sooner she got this done, the sooner they could get out of there.

—

“Looks like an angel, doesn’t she?” Joanne remarked as they both watched her progress.

Lucy looked at her curiously. Was that longing in her voice? Or was it something else?

“Such a sweet, innocent girl,” Emma’s boss added. “How long have you known her, hun?”

“Not long,” Lucy replied. “We’re just friends; we met last week. I really like her a lot.” She paused before adding, “You’re right. She does kind of look like an angel in there.”

“Pressure does some odd things,” Joanne murmured softly, staring into the tank. “For instance: see her wetsuit? You can see she has nothing on underneath. The pressure presses the suit and makes it nice and tight on her. You can see every little curve and crevice. Emma probably doesn’t even realize how I’ve noticed.”

Lucy peered intently as though seeing her friend in a whole new light. She really could see every little curve and crevice. Odd the way she was finding it to be rather sexy.

Joanne chuckled as they both watched her. “Perhaps ‘innocent’ is the wrong word to describe her,” she admitted. “I know from talking with her how much she loves living dangerously. So we’ll see.”

Lucy nodded at Joanne’s words. But she hadn’t really heard her. She simply couldn’t stop looking at her friend in the tank.

Her eyes kept going up and down Emma’s little wetsuited body. She couldn’t help noting every single curve. What her employer had said was absolutely true.

“Wow!” Lucy sighed quietly.

Joanne glanced over at her, smiling inwardly. Emma’s friend seemed mesmerized by the encased body of her little Japanese employee in the tank. It was as though Emma was putting on a little show for them simply by being in her rubber wetsuit as she cleaned the glass.

Joanne carefully put an arm around the young woman, wondering how hard it might be to seduce her. It certainly could be fun to try. Then she smiled conspiratorially.

“Would you like a little background on this so-called friend of yours …perhaps a juicy little secret or two? Oh, the things I could tell you.”

Lucy turned to look at her. “Sure!” she told her, her eyes opening with interest.

“Well, she lives alone and just recently moved here. As far as her having any other friends, I really think you might be it, hun. As for family, she’s alone in that department too. She has no one… almost like a little lost sheep. But I have noticed one thing.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“She seems to be quite flirtatious with the visitors here, including my small staff.”

“Is that so?” Lucy curiosity had been piqued.

Joanne casually touched her back, seductively rubbing a finger along her shoulder. “She can be quite the flirt. But I guess she can afford to be. Sometimes I don’t even think she’s aware she’s doing it.”

She paused as though remembering something. Then she smiled. “I walked in on her once. She was flirting with a guy that used to work here. Another time I saw her on her knees with another guy. I think she was about to…” The owner paused before quietly adding, “Oh never mind. I suppose that’s kind of private.”

It had worked; she had drawn the girl in with her gossip. Lucy was now hanging on every word. She looked at Emma through the glass as though seeing her in a new light.

“Tell me,” Lucy asked quietly. “What did it look like? Did you think she was… well… she did tell me she was bi.”

She blushed as she lowered her head. “Well… never mind about that.” Now she was embarrassed.

Joanne smiled and cleared her throat. “Well, she didn’t see me. It did look as though… well… you know.”

She continued to run a finger along Lucy’s shoulder. She was becoming excited at the evening she might have. Luring Emma into a peril while seducing her friend? What a thrill!

—

Emma methodically worked her way across the glass of the tank. She could see both of them sitting there watching her. They sure seemed to be sitting rather close to each other.

It looked like her boss was telling Lucy something. Was she confiding in her perhaps? Maybe sharing secrets about her?

As she wiped the glass she saw Jo say something to Lucy. Her friend smiled back each time her boss spoke to her. Emma wondered what was being said about her, and she found herself becoming a little indignant.

She couldn’t help noticing how Lucy’s nipples were beginning to protrude through her shirt. And her employers hand was on behind her back. What the hell was going on?! There certainly wasn’t anything she could do about it, not while she was in the tank.

Her boss looked in at her, smiling while waving in acknowledgement. Emma nodded in return. Then Jo turned back toward her friend, ignoring her as if she wasn’t even there.

She fumed inwardly as she ran the squeegee over another section. Bubbles exhaling from the connection of the twin hoses to her tank as she took another breath.  It wouldn’t help to get all grumpy about it.

She had to keep working until she was done. Then they could get the hell away from Miss Bossy-boss for the night. It sure looked like Jo was making moves on her girl.

Emma grumped to herself as she moved her suction cup handhold further down. She was slowly working her way across the surface of the glass. If she increased her pace, maybe she could finish a little sooner.

—

Joanne wiggled a little closer to her quarry. She glanced knowingly into the tank at Emma before diverting her attention back to Lucy. She was enjoying the chase, knowing how it had to be galling the petite Asian.

“Another time I watched her work her magic on a woman,” she went on, all too happy to dish something juicy about her employee. “She was only a visitor here. It was nothing sexual or anything. But the way Emma flirts is just… an eye opener.”

“I always thought she was a little bi,” the owner continued thoughtfully. “I wasn’t totally sure; after all I was kind of hoping for myself. But since you’re here it would seem my hope is probably lost. She’s such a tease, you know. I’m sure she doesn’t realize it. It’s just her way.”

She was enjoying planting her little seeds, laying the foundation for a little delicious seduction. Lucy reacted by leaning back a little. The newcomer could feel Joanne’s hand caressing her hair.

“Oh, yes,” she acknowledged. “I know Emma can be quite the flirt.”

She looked into the tank at her Japanese friend. She could not resist admiring her body in that rubber wetsuit. She even liked the way her fins slowly kicked as she worked the glass.

Lucy suddenly remembered something. “You said ‘living dangerously’. What’s that all about?”

Joanne chuckled in response. “She seems to kind of get off on it, if you catch my drift. In fact, I have a tidbit or two on that if you’re interested.”

Lucy looked into Joanne’s face, her curiosity increasing.  “Really??”

“Absolutely.”

The brunette smiled. “Now that I think about it, Emma has given me that same idea on a couple of occasions, so to speak. Nothing overt or anything. It’s just that on a couple of occasions I noticed she almost tried to get herself into trouble.”

The employer smiled lustfully at her. “I thought as much. Just keep an eye on your so-called friend in the tank. I suspect she’s not going to be able to help herself. The show’s just about to start. Watch this!”

There was excitement evident in her voice. She was obviously looking forward to something. Now she really was curious.

“Show? What show?”

Joanne merely motioned at the tank. Emma was easing back from the glass. She appeared to be unaware just how close the thin, blue strands of kelp were waving just below her fins.

“The danger thing I was telling you about? Emma seems to be fascinated by it. I went out with her once. She had a little too much to drink, you know? It’s like a truth serum to her.”

“Anyway, she told me about some of her past jobs she took just for the thrill, you know… the danger and the risk? For instance, there was this job she took helping with the construction of a dock. Imagine that tiny thing working underwater with dock builders. She loved the risk of it all, and she certainly had her fair share. She told me she got caught underwater a few times working with them.”

“Caught underwater?” Lucy asked curiously. “You mean like trapped or something?” Without realizing it she had actually nudged closer to the owner of the aquarium, now appearing to welcome those soft touches.

Joanne nodded with a smile. “She told me she got caught under a piling more than once. She came really close to running out of air before they found her. Sometimes I think that girl actually loves her close calls.”

She moved her hand to the girl’s knee as Lucy looked into the tank, watching her petite friend squeegee the glass. It seemed as though Emma was lost in her task. She was not looking at them at all, appearing anxious to accomplish the task at hand.

Lucy felt tingly all over. She was enjoying where all of this seemed to be going. Hell, she even liked the way Emma’s boss was coming on to her.

“It’s kind of funny you should mention this,” she remarked. “To be honest, I kind of sensed something like that about her myself. But I certainly didn’t think she would ever take anything like that too far.”

Joanne leaned closer and conspiratorially asked, “You want to hear a story about this place?” Lucy nodded with growing eagerness.

“The keeper once caught her in the octopus’s tank. She was prodding and teasing the poor thing. He didn’t say anything; he just watched her in there. Oh, she didn’t try to hurt it or anything like that. But he got the impression she was trying to, well… you know… maybe get herself caught in something?”

Joanne thought about it for a moment. “She does seem to take these chances at times, hun. Very risky chances. I don’t know why, but I kind of like that.”

Lucy looked at her for a long moment. She felt a strange flush of arousal. Then she self-consciously looked down at her feet.

She mumbled something unintelligible. She blushed as she thought about it. “You know?” she finally said, feeling embarrassed at revealing this to Emma’s employer. “I think I like that about her too.”

Joanne motioned at the tank with her head and snickered. “Yes, hun. Even now, little Emma doesn’t realize it yet. She’s taking a chance in there, something she doesn’t even know about. Hell, maybe she does on a subconscious level.”

“Is she?” Lucy asked, almost sounding hopeful. “You say she doesn’t know about it?”

“Doesn’t know about it… or maybe she does but she’s focused on the glass.”

Lucy blushed again. “I don’t know why this is such a turn on for me right now.”

Joanne believed she had Lucy in the palm of her hand. She wanted to get this girl excited at her employee’s imminent peril. Well, it was probably imminent so long as Emma remained unaware while moving closer to the kelp.

She figured a little more information ought to fully fuel the fire. So Joanne leaned in conspiratorially. “I can tell how much you’re enjoying this. But I know something else. Allow me to add just a little bit more.”

As she spoke she softly moved her hand up Lucy’s leg. Lucy looked into the glass at her wetsuited friend. But she could not help quivering from the seductive touch of the owner of the aquarium.

—

Emma noticed how close to her friend her employer was sitting. It galled her, especially when they were “innocently” looking back at her through the glass. Both of them were smiling at something.

She paused in her work, noticing how Jo had her hand on Lucy’s leg. She drifted in place, her fins moving very little. Then she let go of the suction handhold as she stared in at them.

Was her boss trying to seduce her Lucy? Was this going to interrupt their trip to see the band? Maybe she’d better hurry and finish up.

The blue strands of kelp danced tantalizingly under her fins. They were mere inches away, as though calling out to her. But Emma was not thinking about them. No doubt she believed them not to be of any great importance.

She was becoming annoyed – disgusted more like it – at the behavior of her employer. Lucy wasn’t doing a damned thing to resist either. It was time to move to another section of glass… perhaps a section where she didn’t have to watch them get so chummy with each other.

As she started to move away, she pushed her fins downward to kick in order to send her upward. That’s when she inadvertently stuck her right foot straight down into the kelp bed. Almost immediately the tiny blue strands wrapped around her fin and ankle as though they were living things in search of prey.

Instinctively Emma tried to kick herself away. It had the effect of driving her left foot deep into the waving strands. Those dutifully wrapped around her left fin and ankle as well.

She tried to move upward, only to be jerked to a halt. Her hands waved as though she was trying to pull herself upward. But the kelp pulled her up short.

She looked down with surprise at the entanglement. She grunted as she exhaled, annoyed to see what she’d been snagged by. Emma was impressed by the way such thin strands were successfully holding on to her.

She tried to pull herself upward, each time with a little more effort. She tried to kick her fins free. But they only became more entangled. It was only kelp; shouldn’t she be able to pull herself out?

The petite Asian looked down with confusion. She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t breaking loose. The strands seemed so thin, yet she was not coming free despite the effort she expended.

She looked through the glass, wondering if they were watching her. She was embarrassed to see Jo shaking her head while pointing and laughing at her. Lucy looked in on her as though in a daze.

Emma became extremely annoyed with them as well as the situation she’d gotten herself into. She struggled to kick herself free. Then she twisted violently in place, her ankles cocking as her legs jolted.

She was angry as hell, angry at her carelessness and furious with her employer who seemed to think it was funny as hell. A moment later she lost one of her fins. It was as though the kelp was demanding it from her, leaving her in her bootie.

Emma cried out in anger and frustration. She exhaled heavily as she pulled hard with her legs. A moment later she lost the other fin.

—

“Do you see now?” Joanne said to Lucy with a chuckle while pointing at her struggling Japanese employee. “That kelp is kind of tricky. You saw how she backed herself right into it. It’s hard to tell whether it was a natural mistake or if a part of her subconsciously wanted to do it on purpose. Now she’s all tangled up.”

Joanne loved the end result, no matter how it had come about.  She stared intently, watching every delicious move her employee made as she struggled in the clingy material. Lucy simply found herself in a daze, numbly answering, “Yes, I see. Wow!”

2013; 2020 (written by “Emma” and riwa Dec 10 ’13; ed. May 21 ‘20 by riwa)

Part 2

Emma saw her friend Lucy and her boss Joanne looking at her. Both had strange smirks on their faces. It infuriated her even more now that she was hung up… “Ha- ha; very funny, you two.”

She looked down at her ankles, noticing how both of them were thoroughly entangled within the kelp. She reached down to pull on a few of the stubborn strands. But she discovered the damned things wouldn’t tear away that easily.

She twisted and tugged, trying to pull, rip or even tear it away. But the kelp was incredibly stubborn. This was not good.

Was she really stuck? Would Jo have to come down and get her out while her friend was out there watching? That would be embarrassing as hell!

“Shit,” she blurted into the reg in her mouth. “Damned stuff!”

There were a couple more attempts at pulling her legs out of the kelp bed. But it accomplished nothing. What’s more, her friend and employer sat watching her as though enthralled, even though it was plain as day she was stuck.

She finally gave up in disgust, waving at either one of them to come into the tank to help her. But neither of them rose up from where they were sitting to intervene. What the hell was wrong with them?

Emma twisted and tugged, swaying from side to side.  She looked through the glass at them. But they appeared to be chatting with each other.

She tried to wave to get their attention… “Hell-OOOO! I’m in here, remember?” But instead of coming to her aid they just sat there watching with some degree of amusement in their features.

Emma shook her head, wondering why she always had to do everything herself. She crouched down into the waving strands, moving her hand down her legs in an effort to get a better grip on the clingy material. If she could get it off her ankle she would soon be free.

Somehow she remained stuck. Emma grunted in alarm as she tried to jerk her arm out. Unfortunately the kelp had wrapped itself around her wrist as though it had morphed into a malevolent being.

With another jerk of her arm she lost her balance. Emma toppled helplessly into the kelp. Waving strands hungrily reached out to snag her legs, her arms, her twin tanks.

Her free hand waved frantically at the surface. Emma’s petite body instinctively twisted and squirmed in an effort to tear herself loose. But it wasn’t long before she’d become thoroughly entangled by the numerous vines.

—

Lucy was absolutely mesmerized at the sight beyond the glass. She panted quietly while leaning forward to watch every little movement so as not to miss anything. Joanne leaned forward as well, seductively touching Lucy’s thigh as she too was caught up in the unfolding drama.

“See, hun?” she gestured, her breathing becoming heavy and labored.  “What did I tell you? She’s really stuck, don’t you think? It makes a nice, erotic image, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I do,” Lucy answered as if in a trance. “It’s incredible to see her stuck like that. But, uh… shouldn’t we help her or something?”

Joanne smiled as her eyes twinkled. “I’d say she has a good 20 minutes of air left in those tanks. She has plenty of time. Let’s allow her to enjoy herself, shall we? In the meantime I’m sure the two of us can find something to do to, uh… occupy ourselves?”

Instinctively Lucy picked up on what the seductive woman was implying. She could make out with Emma’s boss while ignoring her entangled friend. How would she react inside the aquarium?

She realized she was not the least bit resistant to the idea. Emma was such a flirt anyway that she felt it was perfectly ok. How could it be cheating if Emma did it all the time?

“I suppose we could,” Lucy answered breathlessly. Then she looked into the tank and smiled at her imperiled friend. That’s when she deliberately turned away.

Strangely Lucy was all turned on. She was aroused by Emma’s sensuous wetsuit, knowing she was naked underneath. And she was turned on knowing her little Asian friend loved risky situations.

She was especially aroused at seeing the little slut wriggling helplessly in all that kelp. Knowing there was a limited amount of air left in those tanks gave her a strange tingle in her loins.  Making out with her boss while Emma was helplessly stuck might be a real thrill.

Lucy turned toward Joanne, reaching out to caress her arms. Then she nodded at the tank with her head. “Think Emma will mind?” she asked with a grin as her eyes twinkled.

“Why should she mind?” Joanne replied. “Besides, there’s nothing she can do about it now. Our little flirt’s a bit wrapped up at the moment…”

—

Emma stopped struggling the moment she saw them turn to face each other. To her shock they leaned in and started kissing one another. And it wasn’t like one of those innocent pecks on the cheek either. They were passionately kissing!

“Hey… HEY!” she cried out, waving at them with her free hand. “What are you doing? Jo, don’t be kissing my friend like that! Lucy, knock it off! Stop fooling around, you two, and get me out of here!”

She tried to signal she was really stuck and that she needed help. But they didn’t seem the least bit concerned. They just continued their passionate embrace.

For the moment it appeared as though Emma was on her own. She began tugging on her legs again, trying to pull them free. But it just wasn’t happening.

She felt the seam of her wetsuit dig into her crotch. She began to swoon from the pressure as well as the peril. The vines were clearly working against her, clinging to her as though toying with her.

She could feel the kelp strands hanging onto her along with the underwater pressure rubbing against her crotch as she breathed from her regulator. If this kept up she was liable to orgasm. It would be so embarrassing if she came right in front of them.

The lovebirds turned and looked at her with amusement. She was angered upon seeing Jo lovingly massage one of Lucy’s breasts. What made it all the worse was the way her friend seemed to appreciate it, tipping her head back and closing her eyes.

Emma became aware of new sensations. She could feel vines rubbing against the soles of her feet. More tingles ran up her legs to settle in her crotch.

She had long acknowledged her soles were erogenous zones. It was something she often used in order to get herself off. But there were times it had become a weakness for others to exploit.

Her soles began to tingle from the infuriating strands. Combined with her tingling crotch she was in serious trouble. She was entangled, slowly running out of air, and becoming perversely aroused by the whole damned situation.

Emma shook her head as she began wriggling her feet, trying to pull them free. But the vines were everywhere, entangling her as they worked at tantalizing her. Every time she tried to pull a foot free she felt the strands wrap tighter around her ankles while working their magic on her soles.

She struggled harder, desperately trying to wriggle her way to freedom. It only succeeded in making the strands clamp down tighter onto their prize. The seam in her wetsuit tightened against her crotch until she began to swoon again.

A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind. What if Jo and Lucy got too distracted and didn’t get to her in time? What if she ran out of air? How much air did she even have left? Why weren’t these damned vines leaving her booties alone?

She tried to reach for her gauge to check on her remaining time. But the strands had that too. It was all tangled up and well out of reach. She couldn’t even get to the hose to pull the gauge closer.

What if she was about to run out of air? What if all this had been planned from the very beginning? What if Jo and Lucy had conspired together to arrange this? Wouldn’t it be easy to claim it was nothing more than a regrettable accident?

Emma began to struggle harder, wriggling anxiously to reach the air gauge. When that didn’t work she tugged frantically on her legs. The vines were maddening on the soles of her feet.

She could feel herself losing the battle. Then she saw Jo and Lucy looking in on her through the glass. She saw glazed expressions on their faces.

What the hell? Were they getting off watching her??

—

“See how she fights, hun?” Joanne breathlessly remarked to Lucy as the two of them watched Emma’s battle with the vines. “Isn’t that sexy? See how she struggles to free herself? Just look at her face. If I didn’t know better I’d swear that little slut was about to cum.”

“Is she??” Lucy asked as she leaned toward the glass to watch. “Is she really?? I’d love to see that!”

“Just look at her,” Joanne observed, her breath catching in her throat. “If I would have known this I wouldn’t have waited so long to arrange an ‘accident’ for her.”

“Look – look – look!” Lucy gasped. “I think she’s going – I think she’s going – there she goes!”

Both women instinctively rubbed themselves as they watched Emma swoon and exhale in the tank. They saw her struggles lessen, her eyes rolling as she exhaled heavily. Bubbles flushed from her regulator. It was the most erotic thing they had ever witnessed, and it turned them both on something fierce…

—

Emma panted weakly, the orgasm having sapped her strength. She soon became aware how hard she was breathing from her regulator. Surely she was depleting her air supply. At this rate it couldn’t last all that much longer.

She waved at them through the glass in growing desperation… “Please! You’ve got to get me out of here!” There seemed to be no response.

She reached out toward the glass window. She was just able to reach it. Emma began to beat on it with the palm of her hand. Unfortunately, it only made Jo and Lucy smile at her before turning to kiss each other all over again.

“NO!” she cried out into the reg in her mouth. “I’m running out of air! You bitches can’t leave me like this! I’ll drown in here! You’ve got to get a knife and cut me loose!” But the two lovebirds were now seriously kissing and groping each other, seemingly oblivious to her plight…

—

Lucy was amazed how turned on she was. She paused from kissing the owner of the aquarium to look in her friend’s direction again. Emma seemed desperate; she was even beating on the window.

“Oh, that’s so hot,” she murmured in observation. Her body was on fire from an incredible arousal at seeing her friend react from the peril inside the aquarium. “I see what you mean now. She really does get off on the danger!”

“Take a good look,” Joanne breathed. “Just look at her. I think she’s going to pop off again. I should’ve brought that kelp in here long ago.”

Sure enough, Emma began wriggling like mad, frantically tugging on the vines entangling her. Joanne and Lucy saw the look in her eyes as she began to swoon once more. Then there was an exhalation of bubbles as her eyes rolled.

“Gawd; she just came a second time!” Lucy gasped, furiously rubbing herself.

“I can’t believe how sexy she looks struggling in that wetsuit,” Joanne added. “That seam in her crotch must be driving her mad.”

A thought occurred to her as an evil smile spread all over her face. “Would you really like to drive her wild, hun?”

Lucy’s eyes lit up excitedly and she eagerly nodded. “What do you have in mind?”

“Just follow my lead, hun…”

—

In the tank Emma sucked hard on her regulator. She was weak as a kitten, her orgasms having exhausted her. She didn’t have the strength to get herself free anymore. And she strongly suspected she was going to run out of air… perhaps at any moment.

As she looked through the glass she couldn’t believe how they were deliberately rubbing themselves as though getting off on her peril. Didn’t they understand her predicament? Didn’t they realize she might be running low on air? Surely they had to understand that, didn’t they??

She watched as they both stood up together. She saw Jo take Lucy’s hand. There was a smile on her employer’s face.

Her boss tapped on the glass and smiled at her. She heard her say, “Lucy and I are going to go spend some quality time together! It’s unfortunate you got all caught up in that kelp bed! It’s too bad no one was here to see you get into trouble!”

“What do you mean ‘no one’??” Emma cried out into the regulator. “You two are standing right there looking at me!” Whether they understood her or not didn’t seem to matter.

“She told me how much of a flirt you are!” Lucy called out to her. “So we’re going to go spend some quality time together! I’ve decided I’m going to take Joanne to see that band instead of you! It’s too bad I didn’t get here in time. Maybe I could have saved you!” She smiled cruelly as though she wasn’t the least bit sorry.

“What are you SAYING??” Emma cried out. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH IT! NOW GET IN HERE AND GET ME OUT OF THIS KELP!”

Her boss shook her head in sorrow. “Sorry about this, Emma! I can’t help it if I’m attracted to your girlfriend! I guess you should have been more careful cleaning the glass inside that tank! But I’m sure the danger you got yourself into should be good for a couple more juicy orgasms before you run out of air! We saw the last two cums you had! They really looked sexy!”

“They sure did, Em!” Lucy added with a grin and a cheerful wave. “Seeing you wriggle and squirm and cum like that was really sexy! Anyway, we’ll see you around, Em! We’ll be making out in Jo’s office imagining you running out of air while going out with a bang!”

“NOOOOO!” That’s when they turned their back on her. Lucy and Joanne walked away hand in hand.

A moment later it hit her with all the fury of a runaway locomotive. Emma swooned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body shuddered hard. The seam in her crotch added to her forced pleasure as the kelp strands conspired to tantalize the soles of her feet.

It was so devastating in its fury that she nearly passed out from the intensity of it all. Her vision blurred until she became dazed and disoriented. It felt incredible.

When she began to recover she became painfully aware how hard she was sucking the air from her tanks. How much did she have left? Surely her air was almost gone!

She looked out through the glass, but Jo and Lucy were long gone. They had truly left her all alone in the tank. They were nowhere in sight.

Were they really going to allow her to drown? Were they going to claim it was all just an unfortunate accident? How could she know for sure?

It occurred to her how easy it would be to claim she had become entangled in the kelp and simply run out of air while cleaning the tank. The squeegee she had with her along with the partially cleaned glass wall would confirm it was all true. Hell, they might even get away with it!

Emma’s mind screamed, “I HAVE TO GET MYSELF OUT OF HERE!” She began tugging against the kelp she was tangled up in. But it was a losing battle.

The more she worked one leg free, the more entangled the other became! The harder she struggled, the more the vines clung to her. It was taking everything she had just to keep her one arm free of the clingy kelp.

Emma looked all around, exhaling heavily as she searched for something to help extract her from her predicament. But there was nothing available. The squeegee might have helped, but now she couldn’t even get to it. It had fallen well out of reach.

Her attention was drawn to a couple of splashes up at the surface. It was Jo and Lucy. And both of them were in scuba gear.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Then her eyes opened in shock. They were both buck-naked.

They came down to the floor of the aquarium, staying well away from the kelp bed. Emma tried to stretch toward them with her free arm. They grinned as they waved back at her.

She saw them shake their heads. What was this?? Weren’t they going to do something about her plight??

Her mind cried out, “What are you DOING?? YOU’RE NOT GOING TO STAND THERE AND WATCH ME DROWN, ARE YOU??”

Emma suddenly heard a quiet buzzing, an all too familiar sound. She turned in the direction of her air gauge as her eyes flew open in horror. It was alerting her she only had about five minutes of air remaining.

It was a piece of equipment she’d attached to her gauge a long time ago. She wanted to be alerted in case she got distracted and ran herself low on air. Now it was doing its job.

She was almost out of air. But she was still hopelessly entangled in the bed of kelp. What’s more, Jo and Lucy didn’t appear to be the least bit inclined to come to her aid.

Emma frantically made a slashing motion with her hand, grunting and shaking her head… “I’M OUT OF AIR, DAMN YOU! DON’T JUST STAND THERE?? COME AND GET ME OUT!!”

Her boss did not come to her aid. Instead, she was horrified to see Jo reach down and begin rubbing herself. A moment later she saw Lucy do the exact same thing.

What was this? Were they going to get off watching her run out of air?? NOOO!

Emma began to thrash around in growing panic. She was painfully aware the pressure in her tanks could drop at any moment. At the same time she felt a horrific arousal swell within her.

There was no way in hell she could stop it. Another orgasm would surely steal the last of her air. It would take her breath away, helping to rapidly drain her tanks.

Emma tried to hold it back. Then she was cumming hard, moaning and shuddering in orgasm like she had never cum before. The pleasure was incredibly intense.

Joanne and Lucy were in awe watching their sexy Japanese slut cum up a storm. Lucy let out a squeal as she furiously fingered herself, cumming right along with her friend. Joanne let out a bubbly cry and then shuddered hard in orgasm, moaning and grunting in ecstasy. She simply could not believe how incredibly erotic it was to watch poor Emma cum in that bed of kelp.

Emma sagged with exhaustion. She didn’t have the strength to do anything now but wait for her tanks to run dry. Her eyes were glassy as a dazed look filled her features.

She was going to drown any minute now. The pressure would drop until she couldn’t get a breath. Instinct would make her shed her regulator and inhale water from the aquarium. And there was nothing she could do about it.

Her vision dimmed; was she seeing things? Were they coming closer? She couldn’t be sure. All she could do was continue to breathe, wondering which breath would be her last.

They grabbed onto her arm as dive knives flashed. A moment later the pressure dropped precipitously. She grunted and shuddered, sucking in vain.

Emma tried to breathe deeply. Then she wearily shook her head. The regulator fell away from her lips, allowing bubbles to spew out of her mouth.

Knives flashed before a regulator was pushed into her mouth. Emma inhaled weakly. Her lungs inflated with compressed air.

Slowly but surely she felt herself being pulled out of the bed of kelp. She could see they were working together. Then she was out of the kelp, causing her to inhale with gratitude.

In a daze she saw Lucy looking at her. Her friend’s naked body was quite appealing. Emma would have reached out to molest her if she would’ve had the energy.

She suddenly felt her arms being pulled behind her back. Apparently Joanne was behind her. What was this?

A hand came around and popped the reg out of her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. Then Lucy moved in.

Her friend began caressing her all over… touching her… fondling her… moaning with lust. Emma tried to wriggle free. But Joanne had a good grasp on her.

Air spewed freely from her lips as she shook her head… “GAWD, HUN; DON’T DO IT – I’M EXHAUSTED!!” Then Lucy reached down to rub her crotch.

Emma could feel how wet and sticky she was. Her wetsuit made little slurping sounds as her friend rubbed her. She moaned weakly, her eyes rolling as she tried to hold her breath.

It hit without warning, an orgasm seemingly too intense to withstand. Emma shuddered hard at the pleasure washing through her as she fought to hold her breath. Then she promptly blacked out…

—

When she regained consciousness she discovered she was out of the tank. Emma had no idea how she’d gotten there. She was lying flat on her back in her wetsuit, her gear and dive mask having been removed.

Lucy hovered over her, a lewd grin on her face. Amazingly her friend was back in her clothes. She gasped “Wow, Emma; you look wiped out!” Emma could only nod in agreement.

“You are one lucky bitch,” she heard Joanne tell her as her boss sat in a chair. She too was back in her clothes. Her employer was casually sipping on something in a cup.

“You are so clumsy, you know that? You should know better than to go sticking your fins into a bed of kelp. Lucy and I had to cut you out with a couple of dive knives! If it weren’t for us you’d be dead!”

Emma wanted to mouth off that she hadn’t known about the kelp and that she should’ve been warned ahead of time. But she thought better of it. The petite little Asian chose to remain silent.

Lucy grinned at her. “You looked so damned cute cumming in the tank like that.” Then she sat her up, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her tight as she exclaimed, “I could just eat you up!”

“You’d better get dressed if you’re going to go see that band with your friend, Emma.” Then Joanne scowled at her.

“Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy. Now I have to make a call to get someone else to come in and finish up your job. I suppose there’s no helping it though. Just be here all the earlier on Monday to make it up on your timecard. Now shoo!”

Lucy helped Emma to her feet. They stumbled off toward her locker and a change of clothes. But the little Japanese girl couldn’t help wondering what else Jo might do to her now that her little danger-fetish had been thoroughly revealed…

2013; 2020 (written by “emma” and riwa Dec 10 ’13; ed. Jun 22 ‘20)

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The semester sisters (male victim) 4.4 (54)

Posted on April 30, 2022 by riwa

I probably should have known it was going to come to this. But it was just too tempting. I was thinking with my little head instead of my big one.
At the beginning of the semester Kathleen Newberry came up to me in the cafeteria. She and her sister Connie were looking for a playmate. They’d heard through the grapevine that my sex organ was larger than normal.

I asked what she was interested in specifically. She said that she and her sister were looking for a fuck-buddy. Supposedly they picked some new guy to share every semester and they’d heard I was available.

I wasn’t committed to anyone at the time. I was just playing the field. And Kathleen was kind of thin for my tastes. But I liked her sister Connie.

She said they only played together. That meant I was in for a semester of threesomes. Would I be interested?

It was kind of a stupid question, especially when my dick began to protrude through my trousers at her suggestion. Kathleen noticed and licked her lips. “We heard you had a big one, Milton. I guess they were right. We heard you were seeing a lot of girls, and I guess all that gossip was true.”

That evening I arrived at the house they were renting as per their instructions. That night they showed me things I’d never experienced before. What’s more, they were incredibly sexual with each other.

It wasn’t long before I learned they liked asphyxia during sex. I began to choke them whenever I was fucking them. I thought it might scare them, but they really seemed to enjoy it.

Sometimes they would choke or strangle each other. Connie would strangle her sister while I was pounding her ass. And Kathleen would bag her sibling while I tried to inseminate her.

Sometimes we played in their large Jacuzzi tub. I would hold them underwater and fuck the shit out of them until bubbles came up. They both really loved that.

I thought they were taking things too far when they brought out the hangman’s noose. They would spot each other while making the other one swing for a couple of minutes. I thought they were crazy, but they had some really powerful orgasms that way.

There were times I would fuck each one in the noose. No matter who was gasping, her cunt would clench unbelievably around my dick. I got to where I looked forward to using the noose.

About halfway through the semester they started asphyxiating me. At first it was only a little throat squeezing. It sure made my dick stiffen, especially while one of them was riding me.

It wasn’t long until one sister would strangle me while I fucked the other. I’ll admit it was a little unnerving at first. But eventually I got used to it, especially since it made me cum that much harder.

We tried a few plays in the Jacuzzi tub with me on the bottom. One sister would ride my cock while the other rode my face. Holding my breath was a little disconcerting. But the girls loved the way my dick emptied itself into them whenever I came underwater.

It didn’t dawn on me until sometime later how much things had changed. They were still as slutty as ever. But now I was the one mostly being asphyxiated.

One time they tied me to a chair. The sisters took turns riding me while the other stood behind me and strangled me, usually with a sash to one of their robes. Being unable to breathe made me spurt even more, something they both loved as my cock was huge and I would spurt a lot.

They even tried bagging me a few times. I was tied spread-eagled to their bed as they took turns riding me. One would bag me while the other would cum up a storm.

A part of me always felt a little unnerved over the way they would deprive me of air. But the orgasms I had were so much more intense. So I went along with it. After all, I was getting to fuck two sisters on the same night.

As the semester came to a close they told me we wouldn’t be meeting anymore. But they wanted to plan one last night of asphyxiation, sex and orgasms. I figured I might as well. To be honest, I was going to miss fucking a couple of uninhibited sluts like the Newberry sisters.

We got together for an evening of wild, uninhibited sex. There was plenty of asphyxia for everybody. Even the sisters got in on the act.

Connie strangled Kathleen while she rode my cock on the bed in a cowgirl position. Kathleen tied her sister to the bed and bagged her while I pounded her pussy. Both of them even took a couple of short rides in the noose while I gave each of them a flying fuck.

I probably shouldn’t have let them tie my wrists behind my back. From there they led me to the room with the noose. Kathleen got a chair and placed it directly under the dangling coil.

“Ok, Milton,” Kathleen said to me. “We’ve ridden the noose a lot this semester. Now it’s your turn to give it a go.”

“That’s right, Milton,” Connie added. “You owe us at least one noose-ride.”

Naturally I was hesitant. “Girls, I don’t know about this.”

“But you owe us!” Connie whined. “How many times did we let you fuck us while we were hanging?”

“That’s right,” Kathleen chimed in. “We know it’s going to make your cock nice and hard.”

“I’ll bet he spurts harder than he’s ever spurted in his life.”

“C’mon, Milton! We want to watch your cock get hard in the noose!”

“Yeah, give us a show! It’s your turn now!”

“I promise to gag on your cock while you’re in the air, Milton!”

“Me too, Milton! You know we’re the ‘gag sisters’, right?”

To be honest, I was a little turned on at the thought of dangling in the noose for a few moments. After all, both girls had taken several noose-rides during the semester. I probably owed them at least one.

Connie cheered as I carefully climbed onto the chair. Kathleen got another and stood on it while adjusting the noose around my neck. Then she moved her chair well out of the way.

Kathleen looked at me and sighed. “You look good all noosed up, Milton. I am so fucking wet right now.” She put her hand on my hip as she gazed at me with lust in her eyes.

“Doesn’t he look great?” Connie added from behind me as she steadied me. “I could hook the chair with my foot and you’d give us a great dance, Milton. Would you like to dance for us?”

“Well, I don’t know…” I was feeling an inordinate amount of concern at my dilemma. So I told them, “I feel a little unsteady up here.”

“I’ll fix that,” Connie eagerly replied. A moment later I felt much of the slack being taken out of the noose.

I felt a jolt of alarm as my cock hardened right up. “That’s perfect, sis!” Kathleen gasped, her eyes flashing. “Now we get to see his erection as he dances for us!”

“He’s getting nice and hard all right. We don’t need to touch him or suck him or anything!”

“What about that ‘gagging on my dick’ part?” I asked as my legs became a little rubbery.

“Oh yeah. That part’s coming up. Better get started; eh, sis?”

The chair was suddenly jerked out from underneath me. It caught me totally off guard. The pressure on my neck instantly became unbelievable.

At first I stretched for something solid beneath me. But I couldn’t find anything to stand on. I began to rasp for breath as I started to shimmy.

Kathleen looked at me and gasped, “Damn; that’s hot! Isn’t that hot, sis?”

“Fucking incredible!” I heard Connie gasp from somewhere behind me.

It really started to hurt. I found enough voice to rasp, “Isn’t it… time to…get… me down?”

“You haven’t done your dance yet; right, sis? He’s got to dance for us first!”

“And then we gag on his dick! I can’t wait to gag on his dick!”

Kathleen seemed eager. But I wanted her to take me down first. Then she could gag on my dick to her heart’s content.

“C’mon, Milton? Where’s our dance?” Connie sounded like she was getting impatient.

Instinctively I began to kick and dance. But it wasn’t really my idea. My body just seemed to take off as though it had a mind of its own.

My cock stiffened until it was hard as a rock. I began to shimmy and shake as I twisted in the noose. It was really starting to hurt like hell!

I tried to rasp for them to get me down. But I couldn’t push any air out of my throat. There was a huge burning sensation in my chest.

Kathleen smiled as she said, “He looks way better than the last one.”

“Dillon wasn’t much of a dancer,” Connie replied. “But he sure spurted a lot before he pissed himself.”

“Yeah, but the mess he made on the floor was horrible.”

“I’m not cleaning it up. If Milton shits himself, it’s your turn.”

“Hey, Milton; how’s it going?”

“Ready for us to gag on your dick now?”

I could hardly make my lips move. My chest felt like it was on fire. There was such incredible agony around my neck that I prayed for relief.

My struggles lessened until I was hardly fighting anymore. Kathleen stepped up with a big grin on her face. “It’s gagging time, sis!”

I was still doing a little shimmy when she grabbed my dick and swallowed it. I felt it hit the back of her throat until she gagged. Then she managed to swallow it down.

Connie appeared and pushed her sister out of the way. She took my cock into her mouth and gagged on it as well. I was hard as a rock.

I lost the feeling in my toes as a numbness climbed my legs. The sisters started taking turns gagging on my dick. A moment later I couldn’t hold back.

A big blast hit Kathleen full in the face. Connie moved her over and got the next huge spurt. My dying cock emptied its last load on both their faces as they stood there grinning.

I was losing consciousness fast, my mind screaming for them to take me down before it was too late. Then Kathleen jumped onto me, impaling herself with my erection as we swung back and forth. The weight lengthened my neck, adding so much strain that I prayed for death.

She rode me for a few seconds, setting me to twisting and swinging as she fucked me hard. “My turn!” Connie’s faraway voice declared. Then Kathleen climbed off.

Connie leaped on, finishing me off as she impaled herself on my erection. There was a faint crick, although I never heard it. She rode me with my dick up her twat until I oozed cream into her spasming, clenching cunt.

Afterwards the girls took turns gagged themselves on my cock until I softened. I ended up making a double mess on the floor. They just worked around it, taking me down and playing with my body until they got bored. I guess they disposed of me the same way they did Dillon. I never did find out what happened to him.

2020 (written Aug 5 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by the renders I found and included.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.4 (8)

Posted on April 27, 2022 by riwa

Coming May rewards

Wendy endures a scuba pulldown.
A wife takes revenge.
An Ama diver ignores her premonitions.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
Two women talk about Emma and her bad decisions in a biker bar.
Lori drowns for Amy.
The concluding chapter to Emma’s consequences for snooping.
Another chapter to Donna’s shore leave.
Mrs. Anderson is prevented from testifying.
Too many adult beverages lead to a catfight in the pool.
Another chapter to the Legend of Whittaker Manor.
And anything else I might choose to post next month.

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

The end of this month will mark the three-year anniversary of my return back to my home town and where I went to high school. I am amazed at all the events that have taken place. I got another car, and I had gall bladder surgery. I even got shifted from one apartment to another. But when I consider where I used to live, I feel I am blessed to be here.

Mom is doing well, considering all she has gone through. I’ve been blessed to still have her around. It’s so nice to have her living so close to me that I can be at her house within five minutes. With all that has occurred, it is important to be appreciative and count your blessings. I find things to be thankful for every day. And one of the things I’m thankful for is all of you who are my patrons, giving me the purpose of finding ways to entertain you (I hope) through my writing. Thank you.

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Synchro Tryout 2 4.4 (68)

Posted on April 25, 2022 by riwa

The practice pool was empty when she arrived. That was a good thing. Cyndi Jacobs didn’t want to find herself having any sort of competition. She wanted Coach Riley’s eyes to be on her and her alone.

She swallowed hard when she saw Coach Riley standing there waiting impatiently. She quickly checked her watch. She didn’t think she was that late.

“I’m here, coach,” she declared confidently. “I’m ready for my audition.”

He scowled at her. “You’re late, Jacobs.”

She quickly checked her watch again. “Coach, I’m here when you wanted me to be here.”

He shook his head in irritation. “If you’re as tardy at practice sessions as you are with me today you’ll get no closer to the team than becoming the laundry attendant. I might have a spot for you folding towels.”

She was going to correct him when she thought better of it. So what if she wasn’t late? It was better not to irritate him, right?

Cyndi submissively lowered her head. “Sorry, coach. I was busy putting on a special outfit for my audition.”

She smiled as she spun around in her blue print one-piece, matching swimcap and blue goggles. Other synchro members had worn the same thing during their “private practice”. Coach Riley seemed unimpressed.

“Get your ass into the water, Jacobs! I want to see some underwater laps!” When she hesitated he barked, “Now!!”

She put on a noseclip before diving right in. She swam back and forth underwater until she ran out of breath. Then she surfaced. Coach was nowhere to be seen.

A voice in the pool boomed, “Get your ass in front of this window, Jacobs!” It came from the pool speakers. Cyndi swam down until she stopped right in front of the glass. Rick was right there looking out at her.

He gave her outfit a thorough examination. Sure enough, it had become somewhat transparent upon getting wet. She could tell she had his attention now.

“Split those legs, Jacobs! And stay off the floor of the pool!”

Cyndi did as she was told. She dutifully split her legs wide as she skulled in place. Her labia were plainly visible through the fabric covering her crotch.

“Upside down, Jacobs! Slowly spin in place upside down with your legs split!”

Cyndi obediently did as he requested. She wondered if he was giving her crotch his undivided attention. She smiled inwardly, wondering if she might actually have this in the bag.

“Leg split on the surface! Now!”

Cyndi rose up and got a breath. Then she split her legs. “Upside down, Jacobs!” She dutifully went under, her legs split wide while remaining level with the surface.

For the next half hour he really put her through her paces. He made her skull right in front of him. He made her twist upside down in the water. He even made her stand on her head with her legs together pointed up into the air.

He finally let her surface to catch her breath. She barely got a couple of minutes before she heard him holler, “Get a weight belt, Jacobs! Then get your ass back down here!”

She attached the belt around her waist. Then she headed for the pool floor. “Right in front of me, Jacobs! Leg’s split!”

She split her legs, showing him her crotch again. By now her labia were flared from being underwater and breathless for so long. Doubts were starting to creep in as to whether she would even pass this audition.

“Upside down, Jacobs! And ditch that damned noseclip! Don’t let your head touch the fucking floor!”

‘Hardass!’ she thought as she did as she was told. She ended up showing her goodies to him once again. They were plainly visible through the fabric of her suit.

“Stay like that for a minute, Jacobs!” She lost a few bubbles out of her nose. “And I don’t want to see one fucking bubble! Is that clear?”

She struggled to hold her breath while keeping her air in. He glanced at his watch to check on her progress. It was exhausting, especially with the addition of the weight belt.

“To the surface, Jacobs!” She gratefully headed up. Cyndi burst up and gasped loudly for breath.

“Get your ass back down here, Jacobs! Skull right in front of me!”

Cyndi headed back down. She hovered just off the pool floor, her hands waving furiously as her legs pointed ramrod straight. It was easy to stay down; the struggle was trying to keep from touching the floor.

“One minute, Jacobs!” Cyndi groaned inwardly. But she dutifully stayed there, allowing assistant Coach Riley to get a good look at her breasts and crotch… whenever he wasn’t looking at his damned watch!

He checked the time. “Ok, Jacobs; you can surface!” Cyndi dutifully headed up.

She waited for him to call her back down. But he remained silent. She decided to use the time wisely by catching her breath.

“Get your ass back down here, Jacobs! Park it on the pool floor right in front of me! Now!”

She swam down and sat her ass right in front of him, crossing her legs. He checked his watch. “All the girls have to make three minutes just to be permitted to talk to Coach Johnson. Can you do three minutes for me, Jacobs?”

Cyndi smiled and nodded. “Spread ‘em, Jacobs!” She dutifully spread her legs before him, wondering if he wanted to see her goodies again.

She remained motionless, her legs spread as she concentrated on holding her breath. “Not one fucking bubble, Jacobs!” She struggled to make sure she didn’t let one slip out of her mouth or nose.

“You like being underwater, Jacobs?” Cyndi nodded in reply. “Will you do anything to get on this team?” She nodded again.

Riley checked his watch. Then he held up one finger. She knew the intercom was on the wall right next to him as he spoke into it.

“Obviously you wore that suit for a reason, Jacobs! Show me!” Then he gave her a lustful smile.

Cyndi slowly pulled the material aside, revealing her left breast. She deliberately groped and fondled it. “Is that all, Jacobs?”

Cyndi reached down and touched her swollen labia. She ran her fingers back and forth through the material between them. She hadn’t counted on a long breath-hold, certainly not like this. But she felt reasonably confident she could make three minutes.

Riley grinned lewdly as he checked his watch. Then he held up two fingers. Cyndi’s only regret was not getting to see whether or not he was sporting a bulge.

She touched herself as she fingered the fabric between her labia. This was not at all how she’d expected her tryout to unravel. It was certainly getting her all turned on.

She could feel it in her stomach, rising up into her chest. Her tummy rippled as her lungs began to burn. Little spasms occasionally gave her breasts a gentle shake.

The fire in her chest intensified. Was it three minutes yet? She looked at him expectantly. But he just kept staring at his watch.

Damn! How long was he going to keep her down here? Wasn’t it three minutes already? She wanted to release most of the air in her lungs in the worst way. And having her legs split was uncomfortable as hell!

The assistant coach finally lifted up three fingers. “Ok, you can surface and catch your breath, Jacobs.” He didn’t sound quite so demanding this time.

She blew most of her breath away as she shot upward. The weight belt sure was making her feel heavy. She finally burst up gasping loudly for breath.

Damn; that had certainly felt longer than she would have liked. Had she at least earned an audience with Coach Johnson now?

“One more breath-hold, Jacobs! I want you down here upside down on the ladder. Stick your legs in to make sure your head does not touch the pool floor. You got that?”

Upside down? Three minutes upside down?? Damn!!

Cyndi crammed as much air into her lungs as possible. Then she descended to the floor of the pool.

When she reached the bottom she turned herself upside down before hooking her legs into the ladder. “Show me how much you want it, Jacobs! Show me how much you fucking want it!”

Her breast was still hanging out. Cyndi began groping and fondling herself. This time she parted her suit at the crotch with her other hand before working her quivering labia.

Coach Riley smiled as he looked at his watch. Cyndi hoped this would do it. Maybe she could turn him on enough to win an appointment with Coach Johnson.

There was no point trying to be modest now. She worked her crotch as she groped and fondled her boob. Cyndi wasn’t sure she was auditioning for a position on the synchro team or a place in Coach Riley’s personal harem. Maybe in order to get one, she had to work like hell to get the other as well.

She could see in Riley’s eyes that he liked what he saw. So the rumors were true. Deep down he really was a pervert!

That didn’t bother Cyndi too much. She liked acting all slutty in the water. It helped whenever she was trying to hold her breath longer.

Coach smiled as he held up one finger while studying his watch. One minute down. Only two more to go. But could she hold out that long while hanging upside down like this?

“Show me you fucking want it, Jacobs! Show me you fucking want it!” Cyndi responded by groping herself harder. She fingered her slit, wincing as a surge or erotic tingles hit her hard.

She wanted to release a few bubbles to ease the growing discomfort in her lungs. But coach didn’t want to see any bubbles. For some reason that only made it worse.

She wriggled around on the ladder as she fingered herself. She groped her breast as her cheeks began to bulge. She kept telling herself to hang onto every molecule of air she had. She was going to need it if she was going to make three minutes like this.

Coach Riley’s eyes seemed to burn into her very soul. She could tell by his expression how much he was enjoying this. Damn; wasn’t it two minutes yet??

Holding her breath right side up was one thing. Holding it upside down while trying not to lose any air was something else entirely.

He finally held up two fingers as he checked his watch. Cyndi couldn’t believe it! Had she only been under for two lousy minutes? It sure felt like a hell of a lot longer.

“Show me how much you want it, Jacobs! Give it your all! I want to see it!”

How was she supposed to interpret that? Cyndi suspected she knew the answer. Would making herself cum win her that desired audience with Coach Johnson?

She fingered herself harder. At the same time she could feel it in her lungs. It was going to be a challenge staying down for three full minutes. Maybe doing a little masturbation like this would take her mind off it.

Cyndi worked her swollen nub as she fingered herself. She was sure he wanted to watch her cum. It was so damned arousing she figured it wouldn’t be too hard to make herself pop off.

The problem was: could she hold her breath long enough? Her cheeks were bulging, her chest starting to heave. What if she lost her breath and exploded in orgasm before her three minutes were up?

She looked over at Coach Riley. How long was it going to take to get to three minutes?? It felt like her lungs were on fire!

Cyndi really began to wriggle and struggle. But her eyes remained on Coach Riley the entire time. She didn’t dare cum until after he gave the signal she’d reached her goal.

She could feel it swelling within her. Her lungs felt like an inferno. Did he want her to drown? Or did he just want to see how far she would push it in order to win a visit with Coach Johnson?

She struggled to hold her breath in, staring intently at the assistant coach behind the glass. His eyes remained on his watch as though oblivious to her struggles. Her lungs screamed in protest. Then he held up three fingers, smiling wickedly the entire time.

Cyndi shuddered in orgasm. She was unable to prevent her breath from spewing away. It left her all dizzy as hell, her lungs virtually empty.

She fell away from the ladder, weak and disoriented. Cyndi struggled to get her ass back to the surface. The weight belt felt so heavy that for a moment she didn’t think she was going to make it.

She finally burst up gasping loudly for breath. She almost slipped below the surface, coming dangerously close to passing out. A wave of dizziness momentarily overwhelmed her before it passed.

She panted wildly for breath, waiting to be called back down. She wondered if the assistant coach also had a drowning fetish. What would she do if he pushed her beyond her limits? Would he try to drown her as a part of her audition?

2020 (written Jul 31 ’20 by riwa)

(vidcaps courtesy of JustPaul and are used for illustration purposes.)

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The Party Decoration 4 (44)

Posted on April 20, 2022 by riwa

The lockdown was over. The party was set. Philomena learned that Lucia was going to hold it at her parent’s house out in the country while they were out of town.

The guest list was made up of university students both male and female. The school had already opened back up with classes in session. That meant students were back in the dorms.

Lucia scheduled the party for the Saturday after the first week back while her folks were away. But she wanted this to be a special party. She had a favor to ask Philomena. So they arranged to meet Friday afternoon.

When they were alone after class on Friday Lucia told Philomena, “I want to do something special for my party. And I want you to be a part of it. Are you interested?”

Philomena said she was. Lucia asked, “Can you come over early Saturday and help me set up? I’ll tell you all about it then.” Her friend said she would be there.

The truth of the matter was: Philomena owed Lucia some money. In fact she actually owed her a lot of money. She was hoping that by accepting this favor, it might cover her debts enough so she wouldn’t have to pay any of it back.

She showed up early on Saturday to help set things up. Lucia expressed gratitude at her friend’s willingness to help out. Then they got to work getting everything ready.

The subject of the debt she owed didn’t come up, at least not at first. Lucia didn’t even mention it. Philomena found herself waiting for the other shoe to drop. When it did, she was afraid they might have a big blowup over it.

She wasn’t about to remind Lucia she would eventually pay it all back. In fact she was kind of hoping her girlfriend would just forget about it. But that seemed unlikely, considering the amount she owed.

When everything was finished on the main floor, they headed down to the basement. They cleared the recreation room, pushing the pool table off to one side to make room for dancing. Couches and chairs lined the walls.

What caught Philomena’s eye was something located along the back wall. It was a noose dangling from the ceiling. Underneath was a lone, three-legged stool.

“What’s that for?” she pointed nervously.

“That’s the favor I want to ask,” Lucia replied with a knowing smile.

“That’s the favor? A noose and a stool?? Just who do you plan on hanging down here?” But she already had a growing suspicion she knew what the answer was going to be.

“Why you, of course!”

“Me?? That’s not funny!” Philomena was not amused.

“Oh, come on,” Lucia waved dismissively. “You didn’t think I was really going to hang you, did you? I just want you to stand there as a party decoration.”

“Stand there? …on that stool? …as a party decoration?? What if I fall off?”

“You’re not going to fall off, ok? The noose will be tight enough around your throat to help you stay upright. You won’t fall off unless you deliberately step off.”

“What if the stool tips over? I’ll hang, won’t I?”

“You can see I’ve got a really thick noose, Mena. If anything happens, you’ll only hang for a second or two before I get the stool back underneath your feet. It won’t hurt all that much. Anyway the stool is not going to tip over.”

“But what if it does? What if you don’t get the stool back under my feet in time?”

“Don’t worry! Kiera and Tawny will be down here the entire time. Someone will make sure you don’t slip and fall; ok? If something should happen, you’ll only hang a few seconds before someone gets you back onto the stool.”

“What if I get thirsty?”

Lucia sighed heavily. “Someone will make sure you get something to drink, ok? Stop being such a worrywart!”

“But what if…?”

Lucia angrily cut her off. “Have you forgotten how much money you owe me? You still haven’t paid me back, you know.”

The subject of her debt had finally come up. Philomena gulped and lowered her head. “Finances have been kind of tight lately.”

“Finances are always tight with you! You owe me big time! Now are you going to do this for me or not?”

Philomena was understandably nervous. “Let me get this straight. You want me to stand on that stool during the party with that noose around my neck?”

“There’ll be a little bit more to it than that.”

Uh – oh. That didn’t sound good. “Like what?” Philomena wanted to know.

“Your hands will be tied behind your back. It will add to the effect.”

Bondage, eh? She’d done that before on several occasions. That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

“Um… ok. I guess I can do that.”

“There’s more, Mena. I want you to have a ball-gag in your mouth. I don’t want you complaining the whole time you’re up on that stool.”

Philomena became indignant. “I wouldn’t complain…”

“Oh, yes you would! Besides, I don’t want you hitting up any of our friends for more money tonight!”

“I wouldn’t do that!”

“You’ve done it before! Anyway, that’s the deal! So are you going to be my party decoration or not?”

Philomena considered the matter carefully. What was being asked of her sounded dangerous despite the assurance there would be plenty of precautions. But this might be a way of wiping out most if not all of her debt. It was time to play her trump card.

“What you’re asking still sounds kind of risky. So I’ll do it on one condition. If I do this for you it means my account with you will be square. I’ll be all paid up, ok? After tonight I won’t owe you a dime.”

Lucia frowned as she considered the matter. “I don’t know, Mena. You owe me a lot.”

“But you want me to hang!”

“No, I don’t! I want you to stand noosed on that stool as a party decoration! If you want to wipe the slate clean you’re going to have to stand on that stool for… hmm. I’d say four hours ought to just about do it.”

“Four hours???”

“It’s a party, remember? There’s going to be lots of drinking and dancing…”

“…and couples sneaking off to make out! No one will be left down here in the basement to look at me after they all wander off!”

“That’s why I want you down here on that stool as the center of attention. No one will want to leave early or go off somewhere with you standing there looking as though I’m going to hang you at any moment. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“You won’t kick the stool away for spite and hang me down here, will you?”

Philomena was worried. She really did owe Lucia a lot of money. Her girlfriend wouldn’t hang her over the debt she owed, would she?

Lucia sighed with exasperation. “I promise I won’t kick the stool away and hang you down here.”

“Four hours? And then my debt to you is paid in full?”

“You owe me a lot of money, remember?”

“Yeah, but you want me to stand on that stool for a long time! You want me there with my arms behind my back, a ball-gag in my mouth, and a noose around my neck!”

“For what you owe me I think I deserve a little more.”

“Like what?” Now Philomena was really becoming uncomfortable.

“I think you ought to stand there naked.”

“NAKED?? LUCIA, YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT!”

“You OWE me, remember? You owe me a lot! Besides, you’re going to get a hell of a lot of attention standing there naked with those tits of yours hanging out.”

“Then I want to wear a thong! I don’t want anyone gawking at my kitty!”

“That’s not part of the deal, Mena. Hell, everyone coming to the party tonight has already seen it; am I right? You’re the campus slut, remember? That’s why I picked you! You want to pay me off? Then you’ve got to stand there noosed and naked.”

“But everyone will see everything! You’re just trying to humiliate me! Everyone will take pictures!”

“You owe me, remember?” Then Lucia gave her a sly grin.

“Just think of it, Mena. You’ll be the center of attention. It’s my party, but all anyone will ever talk about for years to come is seeing you standing naked on a stool with your head in a noose.”

“What if… what if I get… touched or something??”

“I don’t fucking care whether or not they molest you! Hell, you’ll probably get off on it! You want to wipe out the debt you owe me, don’t you? This is your one chance to wipe the slate clean! I don’t care who gropes you tonight! So take it or leave it!”

“Lucia, I don’t know…”

“Mena, you’ve taken advantage of me for far too long. I’m seriously thinking about cutting you off.”

“But you’re my friend! I can’t help it if I keep running out of dough!”

“If you’re my friend, you should damned well act like one! You owe me, remember? Stand naked for four hours with a noose around your neck and I’ll consider your debt paid in full!”

Philomena looked carefully at the noose. She wasn’t all that comfortable about the idea. But Lucia seemed serious about wiping away the amount she owed her.

She checked her watch and sighed. Then she looked up in the direction of the main floor. “How soon before they start showing up?

“Tawny and Kiera will be here at six-thirty. The others will start showing up around seven.” Then she paused, giving her girlfriend a sly smile.

“You’re going to be the hit of the party, Mena. Every eye will be on you. Besides, you love being the center of attention; am I right?”

Philomena gave it some more thought. But Lucia was right. She loved being the center of attention.

She was clearly nervous about the whole thing. But she was definitely going to be the star attraction. Being groped didn’t sound like it would be all that terrible. Hell, she might even get a good fuck out of it from one of the guys once the party was over.

The idea had its appeal. But she didn’t want her girlfriend to know that. So she tried to sound reluctant.

“Um… all right, Lucia. I, uh… I guess I’m in.”

“Great. I’ll have Tawny and Kiera set you up down here once they arrive. When I bring everyone down I want to see you on the stool at the same time everyone else does.”

“Ok, Lucia. If this is what it takes to get you off my back about what I owe you then I’ll go ahead and do it. Now you promise this will make us even?”

“I promise.”

“And you won’t kick the stool away?”

“I won’t kick the stool away.”

“All right; I’ll do it.”

Philomena felt a shiver of arousal ripple through her. The way her girlfriend eyed her made her tremble with uncertainty. She hoped she wasn’t making a big mistake.

She knew Lucia had a bit of a thing for her. Being naked was certainly going to allow her girlfriend to violate her with her eyes all night long. But she wouldn’t be the only one gawking at her.

Everyone else who showed up tonight was going to get quite an eyeful. She was going to be helpless… and totally exposed! Hell, she was liable to get pawed and groped all night long before the damned party was over! Philomena wasn’t sure whether that excited or frightened her.

Once they returned to the main floor Lucia suggested Mena should go to the bathroom. Otherwise she would have to hold it in all night long. Philomena wisely went to the restroom to relieve herself, wondering what the hell she’d gotten herself into.

—

Tawny and Kiera arrived shortly before 6:30. Lucia and Philomena greeted the redhead and the blonde at the door. They had barely set foot inside the foyer before Tawny looked at Philomena and smiled.

“Is she going to do it, Lucia? Is she going to be your party decoration? Is she going to stand with a noose around her neck?”

Philomena was horrified. She turned toward Lucia and blurted out, “You bitch! You told them you were going to ask me to hang at your party??”

“They need to get you ready downstairs, remember? I had to tell them why I wanted them to show up early!”

“What’s the big deal?” Kiera asked with a naughty grin. “So what if you stand there noosed and naked during the party? So what if the guys all rape you with their eyes? So what if you get groped a little before we let you down?”

The blonde looked overly enthusiastic. Even Tawny seemed eager to see her all noosed up. Now Philomena wasn’t as certain as she had been earlier.

“I don’t know…” she stammered nervously.

Lucia frowned at her. “You owe me money, remember? Or have you forgotten?”

“She owes us too,” Kiera reminded her. “I still haven’t seen that hundred you owe me.”

Tawny looked at her in surprise. “Only a hundred? She owes me two!”

“I said I’d pay you guys back, and I will! It’s just that…”

Lucia interrupted with a dismissive wave at the bickering trio. “She owes everybody! Just take her downstairs and noose her up, ok? I’ll wait up here for everyone else to arrive.”

The redhead grinned sadistically. “With pleasure.” Then she lashed out, latching onto an arm.

“Tawny, don’t grab me like… hey, Kiera, not so rough – HEY!”

The two coeds grabbed her arms before marching her toward the stairs. Lucia hollered after them, “The stuff’s in a box in a corner! I want to wait until she’s noosed and ready before I bring everyone down to see her!”

“We’ll make her look good for you, Lucia!”

“Tawny, you don’t have to be so fucking – OW!”

The two young woman marched Philomena down the stairs into the basement. Kiera went over and fetched the box. Tawny took their captive straight over to the noose and the stool.

“Ok, Mena. Time to strip.”

“I don’t think I like this very much.”

“Have you forgotten you owe us money too?” Kiera said, eyeing her with a dangerous grin as she came over with the box.

“I’m not sure I want to go through with this…”

“Are you going to get undressed?” the redhead asked with a lewd smile. “Or do I get to help you out of those things?” Tawny looked as though she would like nothing better than to forcibly remove every stitch of clothing Philomena was wearing.

“Ok – ok; I’m undressing!”

Kiera took the items out of the box. Philomena reluctantly stripped before carefully folding her clothes inside the emptied box. The two girls had previously seen her naked, so that wasn’t an issue. It was just that now she couldn’t stop shivering from a mixture of anticipation and dread.

“This is for your wrists,” the redhead gleefully remarked, spinning Philomena around. Tawny pulled her arms roughly behind her back. Then she started securing her wrists together with a length of rope.

“Ow! Not so tight, you bitch!”

“Shut her up, Kiera.”

“Gladly.”

The blonde took the ball-gag and tried to force it between Philomena’s lips. Their captive put up a futile struggle. “OW, my wrists! Not so-MMMPPPHHH!”

Kiera forced the ball-gag into her mouth. Then she strapped it tightly behind their naked friend’s head. Philomena grunted in pain as Tawny pulled hard on the rope binding her wrists together.

When they were done they spun her around to face them. Philomena grunted indignantly. Tawny just laughed at their handiwork.

“She looks great; doesn’t she, Kiera? Just look at those nipples! They’re really sticking out!”

She reached out and sadistically twisted them both. Their helpless party decoration let out a muffled cry of pain. “That’s for the two hundred dollars you owe me, bitch!” In response Philomena glared daggers at her.

The doorbell rang upstairs. Kiera motioned upwards. “They’re showing up early, Tawny. Let’s get her all noosed up.”

Philomena grunted as the two coeds worked her up onto the stool. Being the taller of the two, Tawny reached up and looped the noose around her neck. She made sure it was snug, tightening it behind Mena’s left ear. Then she made sure most of the slack was taken out, leaving the rope uncomfortably tight around their naked friend’s throat.

Philomena whimpered plaintively. Tawny patted her boobs before chuckling. “You just stay put, ok? Don’t fall off; we’ll be right back.”

“MMMPPHHHH!” Philomena anxiously shook her head.

“Relax!” Kiera laughed. “We’ll be right back! We’re only going upstairs!”

The coeds took the box with her clothes and slid it under the pool table until it was mostly out of sight. Then they went upstairs. Philomena was left standing on the stool with the noose around her neck, all alone and trembling like a leaf.

She shuffled in place, only to feel the noose uncomfortably snug around her throat. Falling off the stool now would undoubtedly stretch her neck before anyone could come down to rescue her. Philomena let out a muffled grunt of alarm.

She could feel a little drool building up around her mouth. She was having a difficult time swallowing it down. She was not going to be able to keep from drooling all over herself.

It didn’t take long until she was quite uncomfortable. This wasn’t such a good idea after all. Four hours was going to be a long time!

She could feel herself moistening down below. How humiliating! At the very least she should have insisted on the thong.

Philomena felt flush as she tried to stand still. She didn’t like the way the rope felt around her neck. Shuffling around didn’t help matters any as she could not find a more comfortable position in which to stand motionless.

She could hear people upstairs. It sounded like there were a lot of them. How long until Lucia brought them all down to see her??

That bitch! Was she going to make her wait? Was she going to make her suffer over the money she owed? She should have turned her down from the very beginning!

Once more Philomena shuffled around on her feet. But she simply could not find a comfortable position. Maybe she could try to get someone to get her down before her four hours were up.

She heard voices in the stairwell; they were finally coming down. Lucia’s voice could be heard above the others… “I want you all to come down and see what Tawny and Kiera set up for our party!”

Philomena whimpered as bodies started pouring out of the stairwell. “There she is!” Lucia declared with a gesture. There were oohs and aahs as all the university students rushed over.

“Let’s have a look at her!” Lucia declared as she stepped close. “Now THAT’S what I call a party decoration!” There were laughs, cheers and applause.

Everyone crowded around to have a look. Philomena blushed as she whimpered in shame. She definitely should have told Lucia to go fuck herself. She was never going to live this down.

Somebody cranked up a boombox. But nobody wanted to dance. They just kept hovering around Mena, gawking and staring. Several gazed lustfully at her. Others looked at her as though she deserved to be noosed and naked.

Students started wandering away to get refreshments for themselves. Many of them came right back to stare at Philomena. It was embarrassing as hell, especially since her breasts were swollen and her nipples erect. Her neatly trimmed pussy glistened as it dripped from a shameful arousal.

A few couples started to dance. They stayed close to Mena the entire time. It was as though they just couldn’t take their eyes off her.

The pool table was slid away from the wall. Some guys wanted to play. But they were just as distracted, continuously looking over in Philomena’s direction.

Lucia approached her party decoration with a drink in her hand. She held it up in a toast. “It’s 7:20, bitch! The party is just getting started! Cheers!” Then she laughed as she took a big swig.

Philomena groaned with humiliation. She tried to speak, but her ball-gag would not permit intelligent conversation. She shook her head as she tried to indicate with her eyes that she wanted down.

“You owe me, remember?” Lucia had to call out to be heard above the music.

“Hell, she owes a lot of us!” a guy reminded her as he danced close by with a brunette.

“Four hours, bitch,” Lucia told her. “Four hours like that and I’ll call us even.”

Philomena groaned as she shook her head while rolling her eyes. “Hey, don’t mouth off at me, bitch! Otherwise I might forget that little promise I made tonight; remember?”

Lucia reached out with a foot and snagged one of the legs to the stool. Mena grunted in horror as she shook her head.” That’s what I thought. Be a good girl and I’ll let you down in oh…” She checked her watch before telling her, “…three and a half hours from now!” Then Lucia left to go mingle.

Philomena shuffled around on her feet. She still could not find a comfortable position in which to stand. Her nipples remained hard as her kitty continued to drip and glisten.

2020 (written May 21 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by a story request)

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