The Santamos Island drowning excursion 4.1 (23)

Posted on November 30, 2021 by riwa

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

The captain and I took our boat to Santamos Island. We’d heard about the things that happened there and wanted to go see for ourselves. It was said women would go there and would never return, unless they had arranged to go back in a pine box.

It was a place where people could voluntarily go to end their lives. Both males and females went there to die. We were told there were husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, and sometimes mere individuals who made arrangements to excuse themselves from this mortal coil.

Some of the methods of death did not appeal to us. We were a little curious about the tidal stakes though. Men and women would tie themselves up and then wait for the tide to come in.

We were about to head back to the mainland when these two young women came up to us. They noticed we seemed to be alone. We explained we were merely visiting to satisfy our curiosity.

They said they were sisters. Reyanne and Teaghan were in skimpy bikinis, and had come over from the mainland to check it out as well. Reyanne was an attractive brunette, while Teaghan had tinges of auburn in her hair.

They asked if they could hang out with us for a while. The captain and I told them we were thinking about going out on our boat for a couple of hours. So they asked if they could tag along.

Right away I noticed they both had tattoos. That told me there was a good chance we might be able to have some fun with them, as any tatted females we’d previously run into were often quite frisky with their sexuality. The captain saw the expression in my face and smiled, obviously because he’d been reading my mind.

We took them down to the dock and headed out into the bay. After all, we love taking women out on our boat, fucking them silly, and then bringing them back. Reyanne and Teaghan were exhibiting all the symptoms of a couple of promiscuous chicks.

We were a couple miles out when they started kissing each other. They did it right in front of us. Then they fully exposed themselves. You could tell they were really asking for it.

The captain stopped the boat and we dropped anchor. They wasted no time removing our shorts. Then they dropped to their knees and started some serious sucking.

The captain and I were visibly impressed. These two were really hot for it. I couldn’t believe how enthusiastic they were.

They took turns sucking our cocks for a good half hour. Teaghan sucked mine and then swapped with her sister to suck the captain. We ended up giving the both of them a generous helping of baby batter.

Teaghan finally looked at her sister and asked, “What do you think?”

“I think these two might be just the ones we’re looking for.”

“Looking for what?” the captain asked with a look of amusement in his eyes.

Reyanne didn’t answer. Instead, she told her sister, “We need to go back and fill out some forms.”

“We probably should have filled them out before we came out here.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t really know, right? Besides, they might need to get some supplies.”

“Supplies for what?” I asked.

“We’ll explain it on the way back to the hotel. We have to fill out the forms so it’s all legal.”

“What’s all legal?” the captain wanted to know.

“We’ll explain it on the way back.”

I frowned at the captain. Had we run into a couple of dangerous chicks? I think he was thinking the same thing.

We headed back to the island. I kept my eye on the sisters the entire time. The way they were being so secretive and mysterious made me not trust them for a second.

As we pulled up to the dock, Reyanne explained the two of them were flat broke. I looked at the captain and frowned as I secured the boat. Neither one of us wanted to get attached to a couple of chicks who might prove to be a drain on our resources.

Teaghan saw the look in our eyes. Then she lifted up her hands defensively. “You guys don’t understand. We spent every penny we had just to get here. We don’t ever plan on leaving.”

“That’s right,” Reyanne added. “We just haven’t decided how we want to go out yet. But now I think we’ve decided.”

“We want to use your boat. We want to go right back out once all the forms have been signed and you guys have everything you need.”

I looked at Teaghan and frowned. “Go back out? Sign the forms? What do you mean ‘everything we need’?”

“We want to die here on the island. We’ve decided we’d prefer drowning over anything else. But we don’t like the idea of the tidal stakes.”

“That’s a long time to wait to drown,” Reyanne added. “I think I’d freak out waiting that long. We were kind of hoping you guys would do it.”

“Do what?” the captain asked warily.

“Drown us. Toss us off your boat.”

“Into the sea?” I was astonished.

“They might need our bodies back at the island,” Reyanne told her sister. Then she told us, “Well… after you drown us, I suppose you’ll probably have to bring our bodies back in.”

“We were thinking maybe using some rope,” Teaghan added. “That way you can drag us back in to shore. You won’t even have to deal with us after we’re gone. I’m sure the hotel will make all the arrangements. A simple burial on the island will be just fine.”

The captain and I looked at each other in complete shock. Were these crazy bitches actually suggesting we toss them overboard and drown them??

It was true, we’d tossed a few females over the side after having our way with them. But that was usually in jest. We’d always made sure to bring them back to shore with us.

“What do you think?” I asked him.

“We’ll make it worth your while,” Teaghan said with a shit-eating grin. “We both used to do film work back on the mainland. How about a hot fuck and a drowning? You know how exciting sex and death are when they’re mixed together, right?”

“We’ve always thought about drowning,” her sister added. “We just weren’t sure how to go about it. We figure the hotel will make an allowance so long as you return with our bodies.”

“How would we go about…?” I started to ask.

“We were just thinking about that,” Teaghan said with a smile. “Tie rope to our wrists and weights to our ankles. Throw us over the side with the rope tied off. We drown and you tow our bodies back to shore. Easy.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” the captain asked hesitantly.

Reyanne told him, “Weren’t you listening? We told you we were broke. We spent all our money just to get here! I don’t even think we’ve got enough for supper tonight!”

“The island might give us a free meal,” her sister suggested.

Reyanne just shook her head. “No better time than the present; right? These guys might want to leave soon. This way they can take care of this little request for us.”

“And what’s in it for us?” the captain wanted to know.

“I already told you. A hot afternoon of sucking and fucking. Then you dispose of the evidence. Sounds kind of hot when you think about it. So what do you say?”

I looked at Reyanne. Now she was looking back at the captain and I for reassurance.

Her sister Teaghan wrapped an arm around her and said, “We’re a package deal. Wherever she goes, I go. Wherever she drowns, I drown. You can fuck us silly, toss us over the side, work up a healthy appetite, and be back in time for supper with a couple of sexy bodies in tow. So what do you say?”

—

It didn’t take nearly as long as I figured. I went with the girls to the hotel to make arrangements. The captain went to see someone about getting the rope and weights we’d need.

The ladies signed some paperwork saying they were about to be willingly snuffed and that we would not be held accountable. Their bodies would need to be returned to guarantee death and ultimate disposition. Drowning in the bay would be acceptable so long as the bodies were returned so the deaths could be confirmed.

I signed some paperwork saying the bodies would be brought back. The concierge nodded politely as he told them, “Thank you, ladies, for choosing Santamos Island. I hope your drowning is everything you hope it to be.”

“Oh, it will be,” Teaghan said as she took my arm. “Now that we’ve got a couple of guys to play with, we’re going to go out with a bang.”

“We sure are!” Reyanne said as she took my other arm.

I escorted them back down to the dock. The captain showed up a few minutes later. He had a lot of rope along with some weights to secure to their ankles.

He loaded the gear on board. I cast off as he started the motor. “Last chance to back out,” I told them.

“We’d rather you leave us on the ocean floor. But this way will be just as good. Now let’s get out to sea so we can fuck and drown for you lucky guys.”

We motored out into the bay until the captain killed the motor. We didn’t even drop anchor. We were just going to allow the craft to drift.

Teaghan and Reyanne wasted no time getting started. The captain and I ended up on this wicker sofa near the back of the boat. The girls removed our shorts and briefs and then started in.

It was crazy. Knowing we were going to drown them before we headed back to shore was strangely erotic. I noticed the captain had no trouble whatsoever maintaining an erection.

We went at it on the back of our boat. Reyanne had the captain’s meaty pole in her mouth and was slobbering all over it. Teaghan couldn’t wait to get my thick rod deep inside her fuck-hole, eagerly riding me like a cowboy on a wild stallion.

It was a hell of an afternoon. Those girls did things even the captain and I had never experienced. They absolutely loved anal, and we did not hold back fucking each ass several times.

I don’t know how many times they climaxed. Both girls were quite orgasmic. It was one hell of a turn-on making them cum again and again.

Talk finally turned to their impending demise. Teaghan asked me, “Are you looking forward to tossing me overboard and watching me drown?” I told her I was starting to warm up to the idea.

“We’re both going to suck water and thrash about,” Reyanne told us with a grin. “I hope you both get hard-ons when you pitch us over the side.”

“Actually that won’t be a problem,” the captain told them. “Whenever we take chicks out on the boat back on the mainland, we fuck them and then toss them overboard, making them think we’re going to leave them behind. We always take them back.”

“But we’ve sure been tempted,” I added with a smile.

“Then I think it’s time to get us ready,” Teaghan told us.

The captain went and fetched the rope. We tied their wrists together in front of them. Then we tied a length of rope to each of them.

“What do you think?” the captain asked as he measured it out. “Keep ‘em close to the surface?”

“About twelve feet ought to do it,” I told him as I tied Reyanne’s ankles together. “We’ll drag ‘em back to shore. I hope the sharks don’t get ‘em.”

“We’ll make sure the island gets what’s left,” the captain chuckled.

We attached about twenty pounds of weight to each set of secured ankles. By now both sisters had become somewhat sober about the whole thing. I couldn’t help asking, “Feel like changing your minds now, ladies?”

“Of course we feel like changing our minds!” Teaghan gasped as she panted for breath. “But we’ve already signed the consent forms; right, sis? We’re committed.”

“So this is for you guys as much, if not more, than it is for us,” Teaghan added. “We want you to get all excited once you toss us over and watch us drown.”

“This will be our best performance ever,” Reyanne observed. “It’s just too bad we’re not capturing it on film.”

“This is a private performance,” her sister told her. “These guys gave us a hot afternoon of sex. They deserve a private drowning party.”

The captain tied Reyanne’s rope to her wrists to the starboard cleat. I tied off Teaghan’s to the port side. They both sat there gasping for breath as they watched us, their arms in front with secured wrists.

The captain helped Reyanne up onto the end of the boat on her side. I helped Teaghan on her side. They sat with their backs to the water.

We lifted both sets of weights and set them right next to each sister. We were all still naked. By now I was sporting another erection. So was the captain.

I grabbed Teaghan by the back of her head. Then I began giving her a brutal mouth-fucking. She moaned as I hit the back of her throat.

The captain did the same to Reyanne. She grunted as she was forced to swallow his long, meaty shaft. Both girls tried to get into the spirit of things, although by now I think they were understandably nervous.

I looked at the captain and he looked at me. Together we pushed on both sets of shoulders. They lost our cocks out of their mouths as they went over backward with cries of alarm.

They hit the water together with a combined splash. The weights went off the boat with them. They went down a good twelve feet until the ropes went taut, pulling their arms upward as their legs were stretched downward.

By now the wind had mostly died down. The water was pretty calm. It allowed us to watch what happened down below.

Both sisters hung naked and quiet. A few bubbles came up as they released them out of their mouths and noses. They looked sexy as hell all stretched out like that.

At first I had a few misgivings. But I decided all the paperwork had been signed. They’d committed to this and had asked for our help. So I decided the noble thing to do was to enjoy the spectacle.

It was about a minute before Reyanne started wriggling like a fish on a line. Teaghan was next. They began to fight a little harder, dolphin kicking with their legs since we’d secured their ankles together.

It didn’t matter what they attempted. The weights were too much. They couldn’t kick up, and they couldn’t really pull themselves up with their arms either.

Reyanne went first. She suddenly lost a huge burst of air. Then she began thrashing about.

Bubbles came up as she kept gulping and hitching. Teaghan looked over at her with a look of horror in her eyes. Then she lost a huge burst of bubbles as well.

Both sisters wriggled and struggled like fish on the end of lines. They kept coughing up bubbles as they hitched and spasmed. That’s when the captain went forward.

I kept watching as he started the motor. Then he slowly motored us back in the direction of the island. Our speed was so slow we were hardly trolling forward.

He came back to watch since there was no other traffic in our vicinity. Both sisters were slowly dragged along as they hitched and drowned. It was as though we were dragging bait to lure some great white.

Both bodies settled down after another thirty seconds. They were dragged along as they gently spun in the water. Stray bubbles slipped out of their mouths.

The captain looked at me and smiled. “So what do you think?”

“We might have to stick around a few more days and see if anyone else wants to go out this way.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of what I was thinking.” Then he went up front and powered up the engine, taking us back to shore as the two sisters spun just below the surface.

2020 (written Dec 6 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by the picture found on the Internet.)

(Santamos Island concept created by Arachnid aka Spartan)

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Ghost of the Mary Celeste 4.2 (228)

Posted on November 30, 2021 by riwa

Samantha pulled up over the top of the wreck. She shut off the engine and dropped anchor. She could not help feeling a thrill at what was about to be another underwater adventure.

She’d flown all the way down from New England to get away for a few days. These waters were much warmer than up north. That’s why she always made it a point to come down to the Florida Keys whenever her schedule would permit.

Samantha – Sam to her friends – stripped out of her bikini top. She loved freediving topless. Already, she could feel her nipples start to harden with anticipation.

She got her gear and climbed onto the end of her rental. She attached a knife to her right calf before slipping into a pair of fins. A weight belt and dive mask completed the ensemble.

She sat on the ledge taking deep, even breaths. It looked like it was going to be a long way down. But these were the kind of dives she enjoyed most of all.

Samantha slipped off the ledge into the water. She filled her lungs before jackknifing downward. Then she was on her way.

Freediving here in the Keys was so much better than up north. She never needed a wetsuit down in these waters. It was all but mandatory up around Cape Cod, especially if one didn’t want to catch a cold or pneumonia.

On land she’d talked to some locals about places to check out. A couple had mentioned a special shipwreck called the Mary Celeste. They said many divers liked to go there to explore so long as one had plenty of air on hand. After all, it had a bit of a reputation.

Sam wanted to know more, but they became tight-lipped. She wasn’t worried though. All the air she needed would be safely stored within her lungs. So she thanked them for giving her the location.

Now it loomed below as she headed down, causing her to pinch her nosepiece to equalize. It looked massive as it lay well below her, indicating she’d be making quite the swim down. It looked like it had been there for quite some time.

The ship was an old freighter. Samantha felt small as she approached. A quick glance up at her craft bobbing at the surface made the wreck seem even larger.

She reached the deck as a school of fish swam nearby. But Samantha just kept going down. She wanted to get a really good look at it her first time down.

According to the locals, it had hit a reef and sunk in deep water many years ago. Taking an oxygen tank along was best for any kind of prolonged exploration. But Samantha had determined she would go without. Besides, this was perfect for her as she loved to hold her breath in deep water.

She swam along the hull, giving it a good look-see. She found the spot where it looked like something had torn a gash in the structure. Ships this size clearly needed to have good navigational charts if they were to avoid a fate like this one had encountered.

Samantha made her way toward the bow of the immense structure. A sense of sadness rippled through her. The Mary Celeste must have been quite the lady before meeting such an ignominious end at the bottom of the sea, especially so close to the Keys.

Her brief sadness did not affect her enjoyment of her dive. Apnea at depth always made her nipples hard. Her pussy tingled as she held her breath while admiring the size of the wreck.

She could feel the sensuousness of her dive flow throughout her entire being. The size of the sunken vessel, her depth in the water, the sensation of breathless lungs – all combined to fuel erotic stimulations. She paused just beyond the bow, feeling the urge to give in to her sexual desires.

Samantha began to touch herself all over. This is so much better than the chilly waters of Cape Cod. It was nice and warm, just about perfect for an erotic swim while seeing to certain needs she now wanted to attend to.

She could feel it in her lungs, could feel the pressure of the sea upon her body. Samantha rubbed her crotch until the tingles intensified. Then she reached underneath the material of her bottoms to finger her swollen nub.

This was much better than the waters up north. Samantha could not resist fingering herself. Then she felt it swell within her.

Her lungs heaved a little. Samantha fingered herself harder. The warm water combined with her depth and the massive wreck nearby contributed to an explosive orgasm. It was just the thing she’d come here to experience. Bubbles spewed out of her mouth as she trembled with pleasure.

Samantha hitched as she continued rubbing herself, experiencing a wonderful afterglow. Orgasms like these were the best. It was one secret among several she’d never shared with her friends back home. For now, she simply kept her love of underwater orgasms to herself.

Samantha felt a strange sensation she was being watched. She looked out into the open sea. But no one was there. Her boat bobbed quietly up at the surface, no others in the immediate vicinity.

She suddenly turned back toward the wreck. That’s when she saw him. He was wearing fins, a dive mask and weight belt.

He was holding onto the anchor opening up near the deck. His cock was outside his swimwear. Much to her surprise, she saw him clearly stroking his meat.

Her first reaction was to be offended. Obviously he’d been watching her while she was masturbating. Now he was doing the very same thing!

She was not at all frightened. Instead, she became fascinated at the presence of this handsome hunk who was eagerly yanking his crank. Where had he come from??

He grinned at her as he stroked harder. Then he started losing bubbles. It appeared he was quite close to a release of his own.

Samantha drifted in place, watching with great interest. Would he actually cum right in front of her? She was pretty certain he’d been watching her while she’d experienced her orgasm underwater.

He lost more bubbles. Then he began shooting out a thick rope of cum. Samantha felt a surge of erotic tingles at the spectacle.

Samantha sensed movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look, but saw nothing. Perhaps it was only a fish darting by. She was particularly sensitive to the presence of creatures in the deep.

She turned to look back at the handsome hunk. The smile faded from her face when she saw he wasn’t there anymore. She looked on both sides of the bow, but he was nowhere in sight! It was if he’d vanished into thin air… or in this instance, into deep water.

Samantha swam up to the deck of the wreck. But he wasn’t there either. How had he managed to fin away so fast??

She looked up at the surface. Her craft bobbed up and down. It was still the only one up there.

Had he gone up to catch his breath? Was he on her boat? Samantha decided that had to be the answer.

She began finning her way back to the surface. She figured it was probably high time she went back anyway. After all, her lungs weren’t very happy with her, being without air for so long.

What would she do if she found him? That was an easy question to answer. His cock looked quite enticing.

It was a long swim back. The wreck was in pretty deep water. But Samantha wasn’t all that worried. She loved long swims to the depths and back.

She headed upward with one thing on her mind. Once she tracked the stranger down, she was going to see if he wanted to have a long, breath-holding session together, perhaps with his meaty member deep inside her. She wanted to stay down and play with him. But strangely, he’d up and disappeared!

Samantha burst up and gasped for breath. She checked the exterior of her boat. Had he climbed in?

She climbed the side and looked into the interior. He wasn’t lying down anywhere playing hide and seek. So she checked the diving platform, pulling her mask to the top of her head.

There was no sign of him. Sam murmured, “He’s not up here. Where could he be??”

She paused to catch her breath. Then she looked down at the wreck below. It seemed pretty obvious to her now.

“He’s not up here,” she said to herself. “That means he must be somewhere down inside the wreck. So I guess that’s where I’m going. If he wants to play hide-and-seek, I’m certainly game. I just hope the winner – or loser – gets a special reward.”

She eagerly filled her lungs. Then she began the long swim back down. Samantha pinched her nose to equalize, knowing she was heading for deep water once again.

She had no trouble holding her breath whatsoever. It was something she prided herself on. Back home in Salem she always amazed her dive buddies with that ability. Now she wanted to show the handsome stranger just how long she could hold her breath. She just hoped he would show her how well he could hold his while playing “hide the salami”.

Samantha continued downward until she drew closer to the wreck. Its size continued to impress her. Finding him might not be so easy, especially if he wanted to make it a challenge for her.

She remembered the way the locals had talked about the sunken vessel. They’d spoke in ways that had made her think there was something mysterious about it. One had even hinted she might want to find another dive location.

Was there something special about the Mary Celeste? Samantha didn’t know. But since she was now on location, what would it hurt to do a little more exploring to see what she could find out?

Sam located a hatch that looked promising. She felt an erotic shiver over venturing into the unknown. But she confidently headed for the opening.

The interior was dark and creepy. But there was nothing innately special about that. Most wrecks were that way. It would be unreasonable of her to think otherwise, especially since she’d been inside her fair share of them.

Samantha finned her way forward. It all looked dark and foreboding. It also set her lady parts to tingling again.

Sam was not one to shy away from dark, foreboding places. They were great locations for hooking up in order to “satisfy that urge”. Right now, that was just what she was after. But her mysterious hunk had vanished and was still unaccounted for.

Where had he gone? Was he hiding somewhere? Was it possible he was observing her from some hidden vantage point?

Samantha carefully considered the matter. He’d made his previous appearance by catching her masturbating. It had turned him on so much that he’d actually stroked his meat right in front of her.

Would getting herself off again lure him out for a second time? Would he want to come out to observe as she masturbated again? Her lady parts were certainly tingling for another release. Why not satisfy herself once more while seeing if she could get him to show himself.

Once more, Samantha began touching herself all over. Her erotic stirrings intensified. At the same time, she could feel the strain in her lungs, contributing to the thrill of the moment.

She moved her suit aside and began fingering herself. It felt wonderful. Whether he showed himself or not, she was going to get some more underwater pleasure, this time right here inside the wreck.

Samantha suddenly sensed a presence with her. She turned and looked. Incredibly, he was right there watching her.

His meat was in his hand, just as before. Once more, he was jerking off as she thrummed her button. Amazingly, masturbating in deep water inside the wreck had lured him out again.

Sam could not help staring at his erection. More and more, she found herself wanting that beautiful cock inside her. She was so incredibly horny!

Was he going to shoot more ropey strands? It swelled within her until she couldn’t hold it back any longer. Samantha shuddered in blissful orgasm, right there on the bottom of the sea with her lungs straining.

She winced in ecstasy as she spewed her breath away. A moment later he disappeared. She was sure she was looking right at him! One second he was there; the next he was just… GONE!!

She looked all around. But the handsome hunk had vanished into the depths of the sea. Where had he gone this time??

She set out to locate him as her mind puzzled the encounter. He couldn’t have gone far, could he? Then it dawned on her.

What if the wreck was haunted?? It would certainly explain the way some of the locals had talked about it. It would also help to explain why her mysterious hunk kept disappearing right in front of her very eyes.

It was all rather fascinating to her. In fact, it would have been funny if she wasn’t so horny. It was so frustrating! Every time she cums… he goes?? That was no fun at all!

Was he shy? Sam didn’t think so. But one thing was certain. She was beginning to think she’d come across someone who could hold his breath for as long as she could, even if he was a ghost. So she set out trying to track him down.

He certainly seemed real enough. Ghost or not, what would it feel like to fuck him down on the bottom of the ocean? It was a question Samantha eagerly wanted to explore, so long as the handsome hunk made another return. She was determined to reward him if he did.

Sam was no stranger to paranormal fucking. In the past she’d certainly done a warlock or two. But she’d never done one underwater before, certainly not like this in the depths of a sunken vessel.

She felt her body tingle again. She sensed he was somewhere nearby. But Sam could feel it in her lungs now. Her body understandably wanted her to return to the surface.

Wouldn’t a trip back be a good idea right about now? Samantha had the distinct impression her handsome hunk wasn’t going anywhere. If he was going to stick around a while, she was more than willing to surface and then return with a fresh set of lungs.

She was headed upward through the open hatch when she was pulled up short. Samantha felt an icy hand on her ankle. It made her shiver with delight.

Her senses had not failed her. He was right there, pulling her back down. Nipples hardened as her pussy tingled like crazy

Samantha felt a strong urge to return to the surface. She covered her mouth with her hand. But he was not about to let go.

He certainly felt real enough. And it looked as though he was finally willing to stick around awhile. Did he want her to stay and play?

Samantha put up a struggle as he reeled her in. Her pussy throbbed with a terrible ache. If he was about to introduce her to his meaty member, she was more than willing to play along.

He pulled her inside the wreck with him before bending her over at the waist. Then he pulled her suit aside. That’s when he pushed his nine inch cock deep into her quivering slit.

He grabbed her ankles and began to thrust nice and hard. His meat was icicle cold inside her throbbing womanhood. But it made her feel so unbelievably hot, even at this depth.

He split her like a wishbone, clearly making his desires known. Her sexual urges were equal to the task. Samantha felt it swell inside her with all the rumblings of a massive eruption.

She winced as she shuddered in orgasm. Then her lady parts were no longer filled. She couldn’t believe he had VANISHED AGAIN!

Here on the ocean floor Sam just kept cumming… only he just kept going! Had she melted him away with her muscle contractions, contractions from her rapture of the deep? He’d certainly felt real enough, despite the coldness of his meaty member.

Samantha felt it in her lungs again. It was time to return to the surface. She headed out the opening before heading upward with long, smooth kicks.

Her lungs felt like they were empty. Had he fucked all the air right out of her? What an incredible rush!

She spewed the last of her breath as she headed up. Samantha finally popped up at the surface. Then she lifted the dive mask up to the top of her head.

She climbed onto the platform of her boat as erotic aftershocks rippled through her. Sam sat there panting loudly for breath. What an incredible experience!

How long had she been down there that last time? It had certainly felt like ages. But for her, it was nothing to worry about.

Was her handsome hunk still hanging out somewhere down below? Samantha was in the mood for round two of “hide the salami”. This time, she knew exactly how to lure him out.

She would go down and start masturbating again. That should make him materialize. She hoped he would play the game again, holding onto her while pumping her hard until it felt like her lungs would give out.

She smiled as she thought about it. There was certainly no danger of that! Samantha was in it for the chase and the reward, even if he was cold as ice. Besides, everyone knows you can’t drown a witch!

2020 (written Nov 22 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s animation while using his vidcaps.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (4)

Posted on November 27, 2021 by riwa

Coming December rewards

The 2nd chapter to Donna’s Shore Leave.
The 8th chapter to Mr. Wayne.
The 5th chapter to the Melissa story.
The 2nd chapter to the British Virgin Isles story.
The 2nd chapter to Rachel and Toni strike again.
The 5th chapter to Santa visiting the asphyxia sisters.
The 1st chapter to the new game show Russian Roulette (and the water tank waiting below).
A punishment that is doled out in accordance with the law.
A story on the beginnings of the Predator, a woman with a taste for drownings.
A story about a very special room you don’t want to end up in.
And anything else I might decide to upload for the end of the year.

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

I spent much of this week stopping in to visit mom. We ate at a restaurant on Tuesday and shared a lunch on Thanksgiving. I’m just so appreciative she’s still around. Her arm is only going to heal so much because it was discovered (rather late in the game) that she has a rotator cuff injury in addition to the broken bone which has mostly healed. Any surgery at her age would have increased risks. So she’s decided to see if she has enough movement with it right now to forego any surgeries.

That lake they were draining is mostly mud and a few puddles. There are still a few fish trying to find enough water to continue to survive. But that’s not going to happen, not with winter fast approaching. Someone drove their vehicle out in the lake and got it stuck. A wrecker had to come get them out. And a big truck also got bogged down and needed help from a bulldozer. It will be interesting to see the work they will do to the head gate, the walkway, and any changes they might make to the shoreline.

I had a nice Thanksgiving. I hope yours was the same. I’ll see you in December. Merry Christmas!

Thank you so much for being my patrons.

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The London lyncher 4.4 (37)

Posted on November 24, 2021 by riwa

Melacynth stood in her usual spot. It was starting to get chilly. How much longer should she stay out here?

She hadn’t been having as much business lately. Some of her usual customers were not coming by to pay her a visit. Tonight the pickings had been rather slim.

She self-consciously touched up her hair, making sure every strand was in place. The red highlights weren’t driving off her business, were they? They had sure been popular several months ago.

She was not working on a major thoroughfare. Plying her wares like that could easily get her arrested. Thus, she was doing business on one of the lesser Soho streets.

She’d been here for almost a year now. But lately business had been waning. Was it time to consider moving to another location?

Mel felt a light breeze on her shoulders, making her shiver. It was getting late; the temperatures were cooling off. Maybe it was time to call it a night.

By now most of the johns were probably at home with their wives. ‘Their boring wives’, she corrected herself with a wry smile. That’s why they usually stopped by to have a go at her services… or at least they used to.

Why did business seem to be slowing down lately? Was it her location? Was it her age? She was only 24. But she’d been doing this so long that it seemed to be taking more makeup to cover the wear and tear on her body.

She was about to head off to her flat when she saw someone walking up the hill in her direction. As he got closer she got a better view. He wasn’t the average age of her usual johns. This one looked younger, maybe 22 or 23.

He had a large satchel in his hand. What was he doing out this late at night? Was he looking for a good time? She could certainly give him one if he had enough cash on hand.

He looked athletic, and he was quite handsome. Was he one of those shy types? Melacynth was more than willing to help bring him out of his shell for an investment of a few pounds.

At that moment she became a little suspicious. He didn’t seem like the right kind of fit for this particular section of Soho. What if he was working for the police? She would have to be careful.

She started out by being friendly. Besides, she had to find out whether or not he was a copper. “Hello, sweetheart. What brings a nice bloke like you out at this time of night?”

“Hello there,” he said as he returned her smile. “I was just heading home.”

“Are you in a hurry?” Mel made the tone in her voice somewhat suggestive.

“Not really. Why do you ask? Did you have something in mind?”

Mel hesitated. Maybe he really was a copper trying to get her to reveal herself. He certainly didn’t look like one. But these days you could never be too careful.

She decided she would have to play it cool until she knew for sure. “Oh, I don’t know, love. I was thinking we could go somewhere quiet… maybe get better acquainted?”

He chuckled as he looked all around. “You mean more quiet than this very spot right now?”

She laughed, still sizing him up. “I don’t know. I thought we could maybe get to know each other a little better is all.”

She felt his eyes take her in as he looked her up and down. He seemed to be appraising her outfit: the tight, unforgiving corset, her red skirt that hugged her hips, and the knee-high, heeled boots. Was that a stirring she detected in his trousers?

“Ok,” he said with a smile. “How much?”

Melacynth let out a little sigh of relief. He’d asked first. That meant he was ok.

She looked him up and down, appraising the handsome young man. She smiled as her loins began to tingle. The evening might not be a total loss after all.

It was time to get down to business. But it was best not to sell herself short. Besides, she didn’t want to appear desperate.

“£20 for a hand job, love. £50 for oral. £100 for the works.”

She felt a surge of excitement as he reached for his wallet. “Let’s go for the works, shall we?”

Melacynth gave him her warmest smile as a little joy crept into her attitude. £100? That would certainly make for an acceptable night’s haul. It wasn’t what she was used to. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, right?

He smiled as he asked, “Am I going to get my money’s worth?”

She smiled lustfully. “Oh, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, love. I guarantee you’re going to have a good time. I promise I’ll get you off and send you on your way with a smile on your face.”

She tucked the cash he gave her inside her corset. She made sure he got a good view of her cleavage. With a little luck and the right kind of treatment, this one just might turn into a regular.

She motioned as she told him, “I know an intimate place just down the street.”

“The alley will work just fine. How about you?”

“The alley? I love a sexy shag out in public.”

The alley was much better anyway. She could take care of him right here before sending him on his way. And she wouldn’t have to work the price of a temporary room out of him.

He slipped out of his shoes and socks. She helpfully pulled down his trousers. A nice erection sprang free, making her loins tingle. Melacynth still liked shagging.

She slipped out of her red skirt, revealing nothing underneath save for her glistening womanhood. The thought of fucking him was starting to turn her on. Hell, she might even get to experience an orgasm with this lovely lad!

She knelt in front of him and took his growing erection into her mouth. She licked it as she swirled her tongue all around it. Then she began to give him her best blowjob.

The lad was astonishingly polite for being out this late looking for a hooker. She appreciated his thoughtfulness. Mel decided to go all out and give him the full treatment, especially if it meant he might return some other night.

His erection swelled in her mouth. She heard him gasp, “Bloody hell; that’s good! Just a little deeper.”

She felt his hand on the back of her head. But he wasn’t forceful. She almost wished that he was.

She began to masturbate as she sucked his cock. She hadn’t had a handsome john like this lad in a long time. Hell, she was actually going to enjoy this one!

She moaned as she gagged and grunted on his dick. She really got into it, telling him how much she enjoyed sucking him and how nice and hard he was. Then she swallowed him whole until her lips brushed his balls.

He thrust harder into her mouth. But he was still being gentle with her. Now she was horny and wanted his cock inside her.

“Ready, love?” she panted as she came up for air. “I’m looking forward to having you take me with that lovely boner of yours. Now I want to shag you silly.”

She rose up onto her feet, stroking him with her hands. He turned her around to face the wall. Then he pushed his way into her from behind.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Bloody hell; yes! Shag me with that lovely cock of yours!” After all, she wanted him to get his money’s worth. She was certainly enjoying herself.

She felt his fingers around her neck. It gave her an erotic thrill. Did this lad enjoy a little choking during sex?

He whispered into her ear, “You don’t mind if I take it a little further; do you, love?”

“Kinky lad,” she chuckled in reply. “I don’t mind, so long as you don’t – URK!”

Fingers tightened ominously around her throat. Mel struggled to pull a breath of air down her windpipe. Her womanhood instinctively clenched around the shaft thrusting in and out.

She tried to gasp, “NOT SO… HARD!” But she couldn’t get any sound out of her throat. He was squeezing much harder than she’d anticipated.

She tried to break out of his grasp. He just rammed her cunt hard as he pushed her up against the side of the building. Mel started to see stars.

She tried to scream, but no words would come. She tried to fight him off. But he was sapping her strength with his fingers wrapped tightly around her throat. How could the lad do this to her??

It felt like he was crushing her throat. Then she heard him let out a roar as his hot seed began to pump inside her. She was dimly aware of orgasming as consciousness spiraled away. Then she was aware of nothing at all…

—

Melacynth felt a gentle slapping of her face. Her throat was really sore. At least she wasn’t dead.

She looked up and saw the lad bending over her. That’s when she started to complain, “You squeezed too bloody hard, love!”

Trying to talk triggered a coughing fit. Melacynth wheezed and gasped. She was having a hard time getting more words out.

Her throat felt sore as hell. Something was wrapped around her neck. That’s when she detected a length of rope lying nearby, one end of which felt like it was attached to her…

“Here’s where the fun begins,” the lad told her with a smile. Then she saw him pull on the rope. Where the hell had it come from? Did he have it stashed inside his satchel?

She felt a tug on her neck. The rope was definitely wrapped around her throat. No wait; it was actually in the form of a noose!

She was brought to her feet as she tried to resist him by pulling in the opposite direction. Her legs felt rubbery from having been choked out. The lad just laughed at her.

He pulled on his end of the rope, dragging her out of the narrow alleyway. He pulled her right over to the nearby streetlamp. She grasped onto the noose around her throat, instinctively trying to pry it off.

To her horror she saw him toss one end of the rope over a small, steel projection jutting out of the top of the post. Horror caused her to struggle against him even harder as she tried to remove the rope from around her neck. In response he pulled hard.

Melacynth tried to scream. But the rope was choking her, making it hard for her to find her voice. What the bloody hell was this??

She shook her head as she fought against him with what little strength she still possessed. She struggled to loosen the noose from around her neck. He just laughed as he pulled hard, making the rope go tight again.

Her mind cried out in terror, “LET ME GO, YOU BLOODY WANKER! LET ME GO AND I’LL GIVE YOUR MONEY BACK!” He just smiled at her with amusement. Then with one hefty pull, her feet left the pavement below.

Melacynth let out an “URK’ as her legs kicked. She reached up for the noose, instinctively trying to loosen it. Then she gawked again as he pulled a little harder, taking her farther up into the air.

She felt the lamppost behind her. Mel tried to grab it with her legs. But she had no leverage.

She gawked again she struggled to turn herself around. She finally turned and grasped onto the pole, trying to pull herself up. Her legs kicked haphazardly as her face turned red from the heat of her breathless situation.

She wrapped her legs around the pole, her mind crying out for him not to do this to her. She still could not speak. It hurt so bad she just had to relieve the tension around her throat.

She struggled to climb the pole as exhaustion threatened to set in. She got her hand on the noose and fought to loosen it from around her neck. She had to breathe, she had to get a little air down into her lungs!

She felt the coil start to loosen. Could she get it up over her face? Could she get out of it? What would the bloody wanker do if she freed herself?

The noose gave a sudden jerk as though he’d tugged on it. She gawked as she tried to get it up off her head. It tugged again as she fumbled with it until it reset around her throat.

Once more it began to constrict around her neck. She felt another hard tug on the rope. Melacynth gawked as she tried to cling to the lamppost. But she was tiring rapidly.

She lost her grasp on the pole and fell backward. Her body twisted until the lamppost swiveled behind her. She kicked in an effort to swing it back in front of her. But she was too tired.

She tried to work herself around to grasp onto the pole. But this time she couldn’t manage it. She tried to reach up for the noose, but her arms felt heavy.

She didn’t see the handsome young lad tie off the end of the rope to the bottom of the lamppost. But she did see him step fully into view. His pants were still off, his cock erect.

Cum dripped out of her cunt as she kicked while flailing with her arms. She opened her mouth to cry out. But no words would come.

Her face was red as she struggled to pull a decent breath of air down her throat. Why; why was he doing this to her?? Hadn’t she proved to be a good shag? She would have been willing to give him a discount if he would have continued showing up? Why did he want to hang her like this??

She went into hitches and spasms as internal organs started shutting down. She jerked around in the noose as he watched. There was a look of enthusiasm in his expression. His cock looked to be quite erect.

Melacynth tried to kick. But she couldn’t make her legs move. She tried to reach up for the noose, but she couldn’t feel her arms anymore.

Stray muscles fired as she hitched around in the noose. She finally settled down until she dangled against the metal lamppost behind her. Her bladder released as a death rattle emerged from her throat. Then she hung limp.

She did not see him put his trousers and shoes back on. Nor did she see him retrieve his satchel. He looked up at her one last time with a smile on his face. Then he turned and walked away, leaving her to dangle quietly from the pole.

By chance, no one else came through that particular part of Soho for the rest of the night. Melacynth hung quietly through the cold night air. She did not feel the warmth of the sun’s rays on her when it arose the next morning.

The first ones to stumble upon her body were two young women. They let out shrieks of disbelief as they looked up at her in horror. Another young woman came upon the scene from the opposite direction and also cried out with a start.

The police were called. Her body was eventually taken down, long after which she’d attracted quite an audience. All evidence indicated the hooker had engaged in a sexual act before her death.

The officers were baffled. They had no idea who might have lynched one of their ladies of the evening. They would have to start by attempting to find someone who might have witnessed the gruesome event.

2020 (Written Feb 13 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by an idea and renders by titaniumjones.)

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Witnessing a quickie in the pool 3.8 (30)

Posted on November 18, 2021 by riwa

I was at my computer desk surfing the Internet when I heard giggles and laughter outside my open second story window. I looked down into the courtyard and saw a young couple in the pool. Some guy had submerged and looked like he was between some girl’s legs, causing her to giggle and back away.

I couldn’t help watching them in the pool. I wondered if they were up to something sexual. I tried not to be noticeable looking out my window.

I saw him go under and swim toward her legs several times. It made her giggle each time he burst up. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Kiss me underwater,” I heard him say to her.

“But I don’t want to get my hair wet!” she protested with another giggle.

“You’re in the pool; you’re going to get it wet anyway. Now come underwater and kiss me. You can hold your breath for a few seconds, can’t you?”

“Of course I can!” was the indignant reply.

I heard her take a deep breath. He went under with her arms wrapped around his neck. It looked like he pulled her down with him.

There was an explosion of bubbles. The water was clear enough that I could see them. They were under several seconds before they burst up together.

He told her, “See? I knew you could do it!”

She giggled before blurting out, “Kiss me underwater again!”

They inhaled loudly. Then they started to kiss each other as they submerged. Once again I saw a flurry of bubbles come up.

They were down longer before I saw what looked like her bikini top coming loose. There was an eruption of bubbles as they came up together. “HEY!” she protested with a giggle.

“So what?” he replied, looking all around. “We have the pool all to ourselves. No one’s watching.”

They both submerged again. The next thing I saw was his head between her breasts. More bubbles came up.

They surfaced a few seconds later. She sounded breathless as she laughed, “So you like my tits?” She sounded amused.

“That’s not all I like” was his reply. Then he took a deep breath and submerged.

It looked like his head was down near her crotch. I saw more bubbles come up. She tipped her head back and I thought I heard her gasp, “Oh fuck!”

He finally came up, panting heavily. She wrapped her arms around him again. I heard her tell him, “I liked that!”

They both inhaled and submerged again. It looked like they were kissing each other. There were more bubbles.

It looked like there was some sort of activity taking place under the surface. But from my second floor window I couldn’t really tell. Then they came back up for air.

I heard her proclaim, “Fuck; you’ve got me naked!”

“So what?” he told her. Then he took another deep breath before he went back down.

Once more it looked like his head was down near her crotch. Her head tipped back and I heard her gasp, “Oh fuck; I like that!” Then she took a deep breath.

She submerged, pulling him onto her. I think they were kissing again. After a while they came back up.

I saw them hugging each other. It looked like she might have been humping him or something. That’s when I heard her giggle, “You’re getting hard!”

“What did you expect?” he replied. She giggled again in reply.

She told him, “I think I’m getting better at holding my breath. Let’s see if I can do something about that!” Then I heard her gasp before she submerged in a flurry of bubbles.

It looked to me like she’d reached out and was pulling his swim trunks down. She looked like she was pulling on something. It wasn’t long before I saw his trunks floating in the water.

She got really close. I think that’s when she took him into her mouth. The next thing I saw was more bubbles.

He tipped his head back and gasped, “Fuck; yeah!” It was obvious she was doing something that was making him feel good. I assumed she was giving him an underwater blowjob.

She came back up and looked all around before giggling, “How was that?”

“That was fucking fantastic!” he gasped. She just giggled again before inhaling deeply and then submerging.

I didn’t have the clearest view. But it sure looked like she was blowing him. He was looking down at her appreciatively, pushing down with his hand.

Her naked body was all stretched out. It looked like she was hanging onto to him as she was blowing him. More bubbles came up, and I heard him gasp, “Fuck – fuck – fuck!”

She suddenly came back up and looked all around. I thought I heard her ask him if he wanted to stick it in her. Then she turned with her hands on the side of the pool as he came up behind her.

It looked like he started fucking her right there against the side of the pool. I could hear them both grunting. I heard her blurt out, “That’s it – that’s the spot! Fuck; don’t stop!”

I heard him tell her, “Tuck; that feels good! I’m going to cum!” Hell, I was getting hard watching and listening to them.

She blurted out, “Want to cum in me underwater and make a baby?”

He responded, “I thought you didn’t want to get your hair wet.”

“Too late for that,” she giggled as she cozied up to him.

I wasn’t entirely sure. But it looked like she climbing into his lap. “Oh, fuck!” he gasped again.

She blurted out, “Kiss me again as you cum in me underwater! I’m going to hold my breath until you cum, ok?” I thought I saw him nod in agreement.

They both inhaled loud and deep. Then they started kissing each other as they submerged. It certainly looked like she was in his lap riding him.

Bubbles came up until it looked like there was a lot of activity underwater. I think they were humping each other. What I couldn’t see clearly, my mind filled in the rest.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they went at it good and heavy underwater. Then they both burst up gasping loudly for breath. I heard him pant, “I’m almost there!”

“Let’s go back down!” she gasped. “This feels incredible! Let’s stay down until you cum, ok? Don’t worry about me; I can hold my breath long enough!”

They both inhaled deeply before slipping under the surface again. They really set the surface of the pool to rippling and undulating as they went at it underwater. My cock was really straining in my pants.

There was a sudden eruption of bubbles. It looked like he was really humping or thrusting or something. Then I thought I heard a bubbly scream.

She tipped her head back while she was underwater. Or maybe I just imagined it. Then a big burst of bubbles came up.

They both finally shot up, panting heavily for breath. It looked like they were kissing each other. Then her head suddenly jerked around.

She blurted out, “Did you hear that? I think I hear some kids coming!”

He turned to look. Then I heard his anxious voice reply, “Fuck! We’ve got to get dressed and get out of here!”

“Where’s my suit?” she asked anxiously, looking all around.

They both jack-knifed downward. I saws them swim toward the bottom before turning and coming back up. They both had their suits in their hands.

They scrambled to put their swim suits back on. I saw them disappear behind some hedges where I couldn’t see them. A few moments later I heard the sound of the metal gate.

I caught them both sneaking away. They had towels wrapped around their waists. And just like that I’d witnessed a quickie in the pool…

2013; 2020 (written Aug 18 ’13; ed. Feb 20 ‘20 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Sexunderwater.com and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Kayleigh’s asphyxiation 4.4 (69)

Posted on November 12, 2021 by riwa

Note: an older repost

18 year old Kayleigh awoke with a splitting headache. The last thing she remembered was being at the mall spending her allowance. Afterwards she’d gotten back into the stretch limo provided by the service and…

Was that gas she had heard… gas she had breathed in? She couldn’t remember. She had vague recollections of a hissing sound… and then nothing.

She moaned softly as she tried to stir. That’s when she discovered things were very, very wrong. Kayleigh grunted in alarm, her eyes flying open.

She was in a chair, her arms and legs tightly secured. No amount of thrashing around did her any good. What’s more, she was naked! Her favorite dress had been removed from her body. Who had done this to her??

“Hey – HEY!” she yelled. “Where am I?? Somebody turn me loose! Get me out of here! You can’t do this to me! You are going to be in so much trouble that it isn’t even funny!”

The door in the corner suddenly opened. A woman in her late twenties entered with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. She had long, reddish-brown hair that hung well past her shoulders almost to her waist.

She was wearing some sort of kinky, dark purple, two piece latex outfit. It deliberately exposed her mid-section as well as her large breasts. “Are we awake now?” the woman purred at Kayleigh. “My – my, aren’t you a petite little thing. You remind me of a Barbie doll. Mind if I call you Barbie?”

“My name is Kayleigh!” the bound teen declared indignantly. “And I’ll thank you to untie me right this instant!”

“Oh, I’ll bet a little princess like you is used to having her way at home, am I right?”

She reached down with a bare hand and lovingly caressed one of Kayleigh’s breasts. The young woman gasped at the touch. Her face reddened as her nipples started to protrude.

“Stop that!” she demanded, feeling breathless along with a shameful arousal. “Let me go; I want to go home!”

“But I want you right here with me,” the woman cooed excitedly, stroking Kayleigh’s long, blond tresses. “You have lovely hair, Barbie. We’re going to have some fun together before I’m through with you.”

“STOP IT!” the teen protested. “My father will be looking for me. You’d better let me go if you know what’s good for you.”

“Your family has no idea where you are, Barbie,” the woman told her with a sinister smile. “The chauffer for your little mall excursion was our idea. You see my people have this little, shall we say… disagreement? …with your father. That’s why you’re here.”

“Disagreement? Who are you? What do you want with me?”

“Me?” the woman said with a cruel smile. “You may simply refer to me as… ‘The Asphyxiator’. You and I are going to have a little fun. But after that…”

The woman paused for a moment. Then she smiled cruelly. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we, Barbie? First things first.”

“Stop calling me Barbie!” Kayleigh demanded indignantly.

Her tormentor chuckled sinisterly. “You’re in no position to demand anything from me, Barbie. Now let’s get started, shall we?”

She reached down and covered Kayleigh’s mouth with her hand. Then she pinched her nose shut. “Allow me to give you a little demonstration, Barbie…”

Kayleigh’s eyes went wide as she tried to breathe. But her mouth and nose had been efficiently closed off. She couldn’t inhale or exhale.

She grunted anxiously, wriggling around in the chair. It was to no avail. Her tormentor smiled down at her as though enjoying her struggles.

Her lungs started to heave as she became breathless and dizzy. She could hear a roaring in her ears as she tried to thrash about. The woman smiled all the more as she kept her hands in position, depriving Kayleigh of the very air she needed for existence.

“Interesting, is it not?” the woman observed with a lecherous grin, flashing her pearly whites. “Your lungs heaving, the agony in your chest, the sensation of extreme dizziness. Your body resists; you fight and struggle. But it does you no good. That’s what I love about my work, Barbie… the way they fight before they give in to the inevitable. Fight for me, Barbie.”

Kayleigh’s eyes got big as saucers. Her lungs heaved in her chest, her body convulsing over her need to breathe. Her eyes rolled as she started to pass out.

The hands were suddenly removed. She gasped mightily for a breath. The sudden rush of air into her lungs made her dizzy and disoriented.

She heard her tormentor chuckle as her vision began to clear. “That’s just the beginning, Barbie,” the redhead purred at her. “I want you to know how it feels to be absolutely breathless. I enjoy watching what the human body does when it fights for air. And I enjoy playing with my pets before I strangle them to death.”

Kayleigh’s eyes flew open in horror at the remark. “That’s right, Barbie,” her tormentor confirmed. “I’m going to asphyxiate you. I’m going to have my fun with you. And when I grow tired, I’m going to strangle the very life out of that petite little body of yours.”

There was a gleeful chuckle as hands returned once more to her face. They covered her mouth while pinching her nose shut. Kayleigh let out a muffled cry of horror as she wriggled and squirmed in the chair.

Her breathlessness returned, as did the agony in her lungs. Her eyes got bigger and bigger. She tried to scream, but failed.

This time the hands were not removed. Kayleigh’s mind screamed for her daddy to come rescue her. Then her eyes rolled until she passed out…

—

Kayleigh awakened on the cold floor. She was lying naked on her back upon her bound arms. Something was attached to her ankles.

She tried to wriggle and squirm. That’s when the redhead came into the room. The sadistic woman regally walked up to her.

“I hope you don’t mind, Barbie,” she chuckled with a sinister smile. “You appeared to get all flushed and sweaty from your introduction to my asphyxiation procedures. I hope this helps.”

The woman reached over to some remote dangling from a cable. Then she hit a button. Kayleigh’s legs were lifted up by some rope attached to her ankles.

It wasn’t long until her body was lifted clear off the floor. She dangled upside down as blood rushed to her head. “Hey; what are you doing to me??”

“Just going to cool you off, Barbie.”

Kayleigh looked and saw an aquarium filled with water. It was sitting on the floor where it must have been behind her. The aquarium appeared to be large enough to hold her entire body.

The redhead pushed her backward until she found herself dangling right over the top of it. When she looked down she saw the filled aquarium waiting directly below. That’s when she let out a gasp of alarm.

She cried out, Wait! What are you going to do to me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” the woman with a cruel smile. “What part of ‘asphyxiation’ do you not understand? I think we’ll start with a little drowning session.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Watch me, Barbie.”

“NO! YOU WOULDN’T!”

“Deep breath, hun,” the redhead chuckled.

She hit a button on the remote. There was a sudden jerk on her ankles, followed by the sound of machinery. Kayleigh was slowly lowered until she was submerged up to her tummy.

She winced and bubbled, twisting and thrashing about as water rushed into her nose and sinuses. She hadn’t gotten a good breath to begin with. It wasn’t long before she began crying out in a froth of bubbles, struggling hard as her lungs started to burn.

She tried to bend at the waist in a futile effort to get her head up out of the aquarium. Then she felt a jerk on her ankles. She was slowly hauled back up to the sound of machinery until she was dangling above the aquarium, water dripping off her glistening, naked body.

“Lovely; simply lovely,” the redhead acknowledged as Kayleigh coughed and sputtered. “Let’s see if you can hold your breath even longer, Barbie.” Then the rope to her ankles jerked as she was lowered back down.

Kayleigh let out an agonized cry that was swallowed up as she was submerged again, dangling upside down in water up to her stomach. Her tormentor stepped forward and began lovingly caressing her naked body. The frightened teen wriggled and bubbled until she was hauled back up.

“Isn’t this fun?” the woman known as ‘the Asphyxiator’ observed with a chuckle. “I just love dunking pretty little Barbies like you.”

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! DADDY’S GOING TO BE SO FUCKING MAD!”

The rope gave a jerk. Kayleigh was lowered again. This time she was rational enough to gasp for air, filling her lungs.

She was submerged until she found herself struggling to hold her breath again. She could not help wondering how long she was going to be treated this way. Where the hell was daddy??

She felt fingers tease her womanly slit. A moment later they slide inside. She was shocked at the violation.

She wriggled and squirmed, bubbling helplessly. At the same time she felt shamefully aroused. It was both frightening and humiliating.

She was pulled up and then submerged… pulled up and then submerged again. Each time, the redhead touched her, fondled her, molested her… violated her. Fingers returned again and again until Kayleigh couldn’t stop from bubbling helplessly as her body exploded in shamefully humiliating orgasm.

She was pulled back up coughing and sputtering. She was weak and dazed, her eyes glazed over. “Now let’s really have some fun, Barbie,” the redhead gushed enthusiastically.

With the push of a button the rope released Kayleigh’s ankles. She fell into the aquarium with a splash. She ended up flat on her back, anxiously wriggling and bubbling.

She struggled to get to the surface, trying to get her head above water. Unfortunately the redhead climbed in with her. The bitch was still wearing her purple outfit.

Kayleigh’s head was lifted up so she could gasp frantically for breath. Then her head was slammed back down into the water. She wriggled and squirmed helplessly as her tormentor looked down and smiled at her naked, wriggling body.

Once more the petite little blonde was tormented underwater. The redhead touched her all over, fondling and molesting her while watching her bubble. Kayleigh’s lungs were seemingly pushed to her absolute limits time and time again, much to her tormentor’s delight.

The final straw was when she was forced to the bottom of the tank. The sadistic redhead brutally fingered her pussy. The petite blonde wriggled and squirmed, her lungs on fire as a shameful orgasm swelled within her. Then it exploded with devastating fury until the intensity of the breathless pleasure she endured battered her into merciful oblivion…

—

Kayleigh was unconscious for several minutes. When she awakened she found herself lying on her stomach. Naturally she was still naked.

She was on some sort of cushioned bench. And she was mostly dry. Thankfully she was no longer submerged in that damned aquarium.

She could feel someone tying her arms behind her back while humming a pleasant tune. She tried to turn her head. But she couldn’t see anything. Was it that redheaded bitch being wicked and evil again?

“Hey!” she grunted. “Get me out of this! You can’t treat me like this! Daddy’s going to take care of you if you don’t let me go!”

“Don’t worry, Barbie,” a familiar voice chuckled. “Your father will learn of your situation soon enough.”

Her legs were pulled back until her wrists and ankles were bound together, effectively hogtying her. There was no doubt about it. It was that asphyxiator bitch who was doing this to her.

“OW! HEY; THAT HURTS!”

“Does it, Barbie? Allow me to make it feel all better.”

There was movement behind her. Her legs were cruelly spread apart at the knees. Then she felt something being pushed into her wet slit. Gawd; the bitch was going to rape her with something!

“Feel better, Barbie?” the redhead asked solicitously. “We want you to feel good while you’re being asphyxiated to death.”

Kayleigh wriggled helplessly. But it didn’t do any good. The object – what felt like some sort of large, rubber dildo – had been slid deep inside her.

The bitch was actually going to rape her! It was utterly humiliating! It shamed her because of the way she was starting to become so aroused.

She moaned weakly, trying to protest her shabby treatment. Then she heard the hum of a piece of equipment. At the same time she felt the dildo start to thrust in and out of her.

Kayleigh moaned helplessly. She tried wriggling and squirming. Again, it did no good.

The redhead appeared right in front of her. She sat down in a chair directly facing her helpless prey. “You just go right ahead and cum for me, Barbie,” she told the teen. “In fact… why don’t we cum together!”

Kayleigh’s eyes opened wide as the bitch began rubbing her tits. Then the redhead reached down and started fingering the opening in her latex bottoms. She touched her glistening pussy while moaning softly.

It was horrifying to realize the woman was going to get off on her suffering. The humiliation was more than she could bear. What made it worse was the fact she could not stop her growing arousal.

It began to swell within her. She moaned and whimpered in helplessness and shame. The redhead moaned right along with her, telling her how hot she looked getting all fucked like that.

It finally exploded deep inside her. The thrusting dildo forced a humiliating orgasm right out of her. The bitch popped off with her until the two were cumming together. It was embarrassing as hell.

Kayleigh became exhausted. She began begging – actually begging – for the redhead to give her a break. But if anything, the machine thrusting the dildo in and out of her seemed to pump all the harder.

Her tormentor masturbated enthusiastically as she watched her prey. The teen was helpless to hold it back. Eventually both were overcome at almost the same instant by a second orgasm.

When it finally passed, Kayleigh went limp, panting weakly for breath. Mercifully the redhead got up. She went over and powered the fucking machine down.

There was some sort of unnerving movement behind her. Kayleigh felt her wrists and ankles being untied from each other. She waited in the hopes the dildo would be removed from her wet pussy. But alarmingly it was not to be.

A coil of rope was looped around her neck. It felt like it was being tied to her ankles. Her legs were bent behind her until her heels nearly touched her bare bottom.

Kayleigh grunted in alarm as she tried to straighten her legs. There was an immediate reaction from the rope around her neck. She stopped when she discovered she was somehow strangling herself.

The fucking machine started back up nice and slow. The redhead came around front and sat down in her chair. The helpless teenager felt the coil of rope start to constrict around her neck as she tried to stretch her tired legs.

“See that equipment over there?” the redhead said with a smile as she pointed toward a corner. “There’s been a camera over there the whole time. It’s been recording our time together. We’re recording this for your family, Barbie. Now say good bye to your father.”

Kayleigh grunted in alarm. She tried to cry out, but she felt her legs wanting to cramp. When she tried to stretch them backward she felt herself being strangled by the rope around her neck.

“Don’t worry, Barbie,” her sadistic killer told her with a smile. “You’ll have a good cum as you strangle yourself to death. Hell, maybe you’ll have more than one. I know I’m certainly going to get off watching you cum and die.”

She settled back in her chair and began to touch herself all over again. Kayleigh’s eyes got big as she began shaking her head in alarm. She tried to pull her legs forward, but she could still feel them wanting to cramp up.

The machine began to fuck her harder and faster. She began to feel the strain in her legs. It made the cord around her neck tighten even more.

She gawked and gurgled as the machine fucked her relentlessly. The redhead began fingering herself in anticipation of Kayleigh’s last, breathless orgasm. The teen wriggled and squirmed as she struggled for an unhindered breath.

Her eyes got bigger and bigger. Her legs cramped, causing her to try to stretch her legs. That’s when her orgasm erupted inside her.

She shuddered hard as she was hit with a violent wave of intense pleasure. Her legs spasmed; she was getting severe cramps. As she tried to straighten her limbs, she found she could hardly breathe at all.

Her eyes got bigger and bigger. She rasped for the redhead to help her, trying to communicate she couldn’t breathe. Her tormentor simply masturbated more aggressively.

Kayleigh began spasming and convulsing. The rope was too tight; she couldn’t breathe! The machine just kept fucking her as she involuntarily strangled herself.

She gawked and gurgled, her eyes big as saucers from her asphyxiation. She couldn’t get a word out, couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her legs spasmed as the coil constricted tightly around her neck.

She struggled to obtain a single, solitary breath. Then her body involuntarily climaxed in the midst of her death throes. Her eyes rolled as her legs tried to stretch back until she was thoroughly strangling herself with the coil around her neck.

Her tongue protruded as she was overcome with a massive wave of dizziness and disorientation. The last thing she saw was the redhead furiously fingering herself. The last thing she heard were the enthusiastic words of the bitch’s excitement at her impending strangulation…

“Yes, Barbie… gawd yes… cum for me, Barbie… strangle yourself and die, you sexy bitch… your asphyxiation; it’s so hot… ohgawd; now I’m cumming too!”

Kayleigh couldn’t hear or see anything anymore. She was plummeting into the pit of oblivion. The terrified screams in her mind echoed over and over again until she faded away.

Her body shuddered and then went limp. Stray muscles twitched from her dying brain’s sporadic messages to keep fighting. The machine kept fucking her until there were little orgasmic twitches emanating from her soaked womanhood.

The redhead climaxed hard, almost screaming as she nearly fell out of her chair. For a moment she didn’t know where she was… only that she felt so very, very good. Then her senses returned.

She saw the 18 year old lying on the cushioned bench. Her horrified expression had sagged into a vacant death stare. The fucking machine continued pounding her wet pussy over and over again, making her body rock with each thrust. Otherwise there was no sign of life.

There was a drugged look in the teen’s eyes, a look that indicated she had orgasmed in her final moments. She looked as though she’d cum hard and gloriously as she’d strangled to death. Somehow she looked even more beautiful.

The redhead sat there for several minutes, sighing with pleasure as she enjoyed the dead body still being fucked by the machine. She finally composed herself enough to rise up and turn off the fucking machine. The teen’s pussy area was drenched. At least she’d enjoyed herself in her final moments.

The redhead reached down and scooped up some of the fluids with her fingers. She brought them to her lips to savor the flavor. “Mmmm,” she purred. “The cum of the strangled. It just keeps getting better and better.”

She had to admit that she loved her job. Now it was time to dispose of the body. Then she had to send a copy of Barbie’s final moments to her father, just to remind him how serious his obligations were to the organization she worked for…

2012; 2020 (written for “Kayleigh” Oct 23 ’12; ed. Feb 20 ‘20 by riwa)

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Hanging her 4.4 (62)

Posted on November 6, 2021 by riwa

She saw it just as soon as we rounded the corner down in my basement. It was my hydraulic gallows. A noose dangled above a metal disc on a hydraulic post that could be raised or lowered by a bar with a red handle attached to the upright metal support.

As soon as she saw it she began to resist me. She shook her head and started gasping, “No – no – NO!” It was a good thing I had previously secured her arms behind her back so she couldn’t fight me.

She cried out, “I don’t want to hang!” That’s when I wrapped my hand around her neck and started to squeeze. She rasped and gurgled as her eyes bugged out.

“I don’t care what you want,” I breathed into her ear. “I brought you down here so you could experience my gallows for yourself. Now stop struggling.”

She resisted a little as I pushed her forward. Pitiful cries squeaked out of her voice box. But she was not strong enough to keep me from directing her toward the noose.

“Up you go,” I told her encouragingly. I tried to get her to step up onto the elevated disc. The lever would soon drop it beneath her feet, allowing the noose to take her full weight.

“No – no! Please! I don’t want to hang!”

“But I want you to hang!” I hissed into her ear. “Can’t you tell?”

I took her cuffed hands and pressed them against my bulge. Surely she understood now how aroused I’d become. She whimpered as she shook her head again.

I had to work to get her up onto the disc. She squeaked again as I got both of her feet onto it. For a moment the noose framed her face.

Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the dangling coil. She gasped for breath, whimpering pitifully. I had no idea I would be so turned on, especially over how frightened she’d become.

I took the noose and gently looped it around her throat. Then I pulled it snug. I made sure the knot was settled behind her left ear.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” I murmured into her ear. “Your neck looks like it was made for the noose. It’s going to stretch real nice once you start kicking.”

She moaned as I lovingly fingered the hemp around her throat. Then I allowed my fingers to caress her bare flesh. She moaned pitifully as I gave her breasts a malevolent squeeze.

I reached down and fingered her pussy, violating her as she stood there trembling. She clenched instinctively. I could not resist sliding my fingers in and out.

“You’re wet,” I chuckled at her. “Despite your fear this must really excite you. You have no idea how much it excites me.”

I stepped back to admire her. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she whimpered with fright. It looked like she was shaking.

I stepped forward and caressed her all over again. “You’re going to give me a wonderful dance, aren’t you?” She let out another frightened little squeak in reply.

“I want to watch you suffer a little. I want you to get a taste of the agony to come. I hope that’s all right with you.”

She whimpered as she shook her head. “I thought so,” I told her with a smile. “You’re always so agreeable.”

I went over to the handle and grabbed on. “This lowers the stool,” I said by way of explanation. Then I twisted it.

There was a hiss as the disc started to drop beneath her. The noose grabbed her neck and held on. She gawked as she was left on her toes before I stopped the stool’s descent.

I went around front to have a look. She was straining on her toes to lift herself up. She did not seem to appreciate the tension of the coil around her throat.

I molested her with my hands again. She trembled as she shuffled around on her feet. She kept rasping for breath as though she wasn’t getting quite enough air.

I stuck my fingers into her pussy again. She was wet and clenching. I chuckled as I told her, “I believe you’d milk me dry if I were to stick my cock inside you right this very moment.”

She rasped again as she shuffled around a little more. “Hard to breathe?” I asked kindly. So I went over to the handle.

I gave it a twist before pumping it. The disc slowly came back up under her feet until she was standing upon it again. She coughed as she tried to catch her breath.

“You understand now, don’t you?” Then I stepped up to her and caressed her all over. She winced as she whimpered pitifully.

I cruelly thrust my fingers into her dripping snatch. I finger-fucked her as I smiled at her. “Some women cum as they’re hanging. Will you turn out to be one of those kind of women?”

I pulled my fingers out of her dripping twat. Then I forced them between her lips. “Taste how aroused you’ve become.”

She grunted as I fucked her mouth with my fingers. Then I pulled them out. Once more I stepped over to the handle to my hydraulic gallows.

“It doesn’t just lower the stool, you know. It also pulls you up into the air. Allow me to demonstrate.”

I pumped the handle a couple of times. She was lifted up onto her toes. She rasped for breath as she shuffled around on the metal disc.

“You see?” I explained. “I can lift you up or I can lower the stool. What do you think about that?”

Once more I came around front and molested her. She grunted and moaned as she shuffled around on her toes. No position seemed to give her any relief.

I smiled at her as I unzipped my fly. Then I pulled out my cock. Her eyes widened when she saw how erect it was.

I reached out and caressed her swollen mounds. Her nipples were quite erect. She whimpered as I fingered them.

“You know? I had no idea how turned on I would be at the thought of hanging you. Now that we’ve come this far I want to take you all the way. Are you ready to hang for me?”

She shook her head no. That just made it all the sweeter. I loved knowing how frightened she was at the prospect of dancing for me.

I went to the handle and pumped a couple of times. She was lifted up until her toes were all that came in contact with the pad below her. They wriggled and curled as she rasped and gurgled.

I came around front to look at her again. She looked sexy as hell struggling in place. Her toes kept wriggling as they brushed the disc below her, trying to improve her footing.

Her face started to turn red as she began to shimmy. Her legs suddenly kicked outward. Then she stretched downward, her toes wriggling until she felt a whisper of the disc beneath her feet.

She rasped as she did the Hula. She lost the disc below her, only to find it again with her flexing toes. She was really struggling in an attempt to get her footing back.

I stepped forward and thrust my fingers hard into her wet snatch. She clenched like crazy as I finger-fucked her. She rasped and grunted as air hissed down her throat.

“Is that too difficult for you? Allow me to fix it right this instant.”

I went over to the handle and twisted it. Then I pumped it three or four times. The stool rose up to meet her until she was standing almost flat-footed.

“Better?” I asked as I rubbed her naked, quivering body all over.

She winced in agony while trying to shake her head. I pinched her nipples a time or two. She jerked and winced at the pain.

“Want to cum?” I asked with a cruel smile. Then I thrust my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. By now her fluids were trickling down her inner thighs.

She clenched again as I finger-fucked her. That’s when I smiled sadistically at her. “Tell me ‘when’, ok? Tell me if you’re going to cum and I’ll drop the stool away.” She merely whimpered as she shook her head.

I thrust in and out until she started writhing and squeezing. I don’t think she wanted to respond to such humiliation. But she couldn’t help herself.

“Do you want to cum?” I purred at her. She winced and groaned as she shook her head again. “Oh, but I think you do.”

I mauled her mounds, fingering her erect nipples with one hand. With the other I continued to finger-fuck her juicy twat. She writhed and clenched as though she was fucking me back.

“Oh, you want it bad,” I breathed sadistically. I kept my fingers inside her as I reached back for the handle. With a twist the stool dropped to a hissing sound.

She gawked as her eyes flew open in horror. Her feet fluttered like crazy for the disc below. But it had dropped all the way to the bottom of the gallows.

“No more stool, sweetie,” I murmured as I finger-fucked her hard.

Her body exploded in frenetic activity as her hips thrust outward. She began humping the air as my fingers slipped out of her. Then she started gyrating violently in the noose.

Her back arched as though she was humping the air, desperately trying to fuck my erection. Her hips kept thrusting as her knees came together and jerked upward. Then she squirted all over the floor.

She hung limp for a moment as though resting from her exertions. Then she began to thrust and gyrate all over again. Her back arched forward as her hips thrust toward me.

She tried to kick me as her legs went flying every which way. I hear a rasp and a grunt as she fought the noose. She twisted, shimmied and gyrated every which way.

For a moment she suddenly hung limp. Her feet stretched downward as her toes wriggled like mad. Then she began kicking, dancing and pirouetting all over again.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it by sheer instinct. She twisted and swayed as though she didn’t know what the hell to do. She went from arching her back to stretching her feet downward to kicking all over the place. Then her knees came up together as she jerked in the noose, spraying the floor again.

“That’s perfect!” I breathed rapturously. “Originally I was going to let you down and give you a rest before going again. But I think you’re really into it and don’t want to stop. Am I right?”

In response she arched her back as she thrust her hips toward me. I stroked my cock as we made love to each other from a distance. Then she began to shimmy and pirouette again.

I noticed her neck getting longer. Her weight was pulling hard against the noose. She no longer made any rasping, gurgling sounds.

She shimmied again, but her gyrations were diminishing. She arched her back as she tried to air-fuck my cock. Then she abruptly went limp, setting her naked body to gently swaying back and forth.

I stepped forward and thrust my fingers into her snatch. She was dripping wet while clenching furiously. Her nipples really stood out upon her chest.

Her clenching spasms began to diminish. She did the faintest of shimmies in the noose. Her tongue poked out between her lips as drool fell onto her heaving tits.

I went around back and pumped the handle, lifting her body higher until her feet were level with my cock. I went back around front and used them to give me a sexy footjob. Sporadic muscles fired until her bladder finally gave way.

Urine trickled down her legs, splattering my cock. That’s when I began to cum all over her tootsies. I was appreciative she no longer seemed to mind hanging for me.

I finally stepped back to admire my handiwork. Cum and piss dripped off her feet. Then I gave her a push.

She began to sway back and forth as she twisted a little in the noose. Her face began to turn blue as though she’d been bruised. Her neck had lengthened considerably.

I heard what sounded like something of a fart. Then her bowels gave way. Feces flowed out of her anus, staining her lower legs as it puddled onto the floor.

I smiled as I told her, “I’m going to leave you down here for an hour so you can fully enjoy the experience. I have a nice little bog out back. I think you two should become better acquainted.” Then I went upstairs. Gawd; I needed a drink!

4-30-20

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Breath-hold bondage (m/m) 4 (21)

Posted on October 31, 2021 by riwa

A bonus story at the end of this month for the guys.

Dean and I were working one night at the “Y” when we decided to stay after closing for a little after-hours fun. It had been a while, and we hadn’t been able to get together for several weeks. So we decided to spend some time in the water after everyone else had gone home.

We were making sure the pool facilities were empty when I asked him what he had in mind. “I was thinking about a little breath-hold bondage, Alex. What do you think?”

I considered the matter and smiled at him. I knew what he was getting at. Sometimes we liked to do our breath-holding while we were tied up and helpless. It usually led to a lot of erotic situations.

“What have you got in mind?” I asked as my cock began to stir.

“I was thinking we would get to choose how we put the other one in bondage. Then we get to dictate the breath-holding terms.”

“Only if you wear your red Speedos, Dean.” He just laughed as he told me he had a pair in his locker.

After everyone was gone and the place was locked up Dean and I went to our lockers to change. He slipped into his red Speedos while I put on a pair of light blue ones. Then we headed back out to the water.

“I’m first,” he told me. Then he went over to a locker and retrieved a deflated air mattress. He took it over to the air machine and filled it up in no time.

He retrieved a set of handcuffs he had hidden away. He cuffed my arms behind my back, telling me he was really looking forward to this. Then he took me over to the inflated mattress and told me to lie down.

My cock started to stir as he retrieved some straps. He secured me to the mattress, making sure my legs were spread. Then he pushed me off the edge into the lap pool where I floated around in six feet of water.

“Be right back, Alex.” Then he disappeared. It made me wonder what he was up to.

He returned about a minute later. But I didn’t see anything in his hands. I did notice he’d retrieved his waterproof watch and had it attached to his wrist. Maybe he was going to time us.

He jumped into the water with me. He was just short enough that the water was over his head if he was standing flat on his feet. Then he pushed me over.

I rolled over until I was floating face down. I lost bubbles out of my nose as I tried to hold my breath. That’s when I felt my cock start to harden.

He slipped underneath to watch me, looking up and smiling at me. Then he released bubbles into my face. I just winced as I continued holding my breath.

He waited until I began to show a little discomfort. Then he stood up and rolled me back over. He burst up a few seconds later and clung to the side of the air mattress.

“1:18, Alex. That’s not bad for a first attempt. I thought I’d let you up early on that one. Now let’s see how well you can do.”

He submerged and then burst up, rolling me over again. I filled my lungs before I ended up face down in the pool once more. Then Dean came down to watch me.

I floated there looking down at him. Already I could see his cock starting to harden in those red Speedos of his. My own cock stiffened as I became more aroused at my situation.

He smiled at me as he touched and caressed his growing bulge. Then he came up underneath me and touched mine. I twitched at the way his fingers played over my growing erection inside my Speedos.

My lungs began to burn as I released bubbles out of my nose. I knew the signal. If I really wanted up I would have to shake my head.

Dean floated up against me face to face. He reached down and caressed my bulge. Then he blew bubbles in my face.

I bubbled out of my nose as I tried to relieve the growing strain. Would he flip me back over? Or would I be forced to give him the signal?

I stubbornly tried to outlast him as my chest began to heave. I was about to shake my head when he went to the bottom, burst upward and flipped me back over. I gasped loudly for breath as he came up and hung on to the side of the mattress.

“That was 1:50, Alex. This time I think we’re going to make you go much longer. How’d you like to do 2:30?”

I was going to protest that was a long time for only my third breath-hold. But before I could open my mouth he came off the air mattress. I gulped a huge lungful of air just in time as he shot up from the bottom of the pool and flipped me over again.

Once more I found myself floating face down. Dean came up underneath me and began pawing my body. Then he caressed my bulge through my Speedos before cupping my covered balls.

My cock twitched as I released a few nose bubbles. He floated up against me again. This time we 69’d until his bulge was right in my face.

I felt him begin to mouth me through my suit. My cock twitched again until it had really hardened. I mouthed his bulge in return until he was just as stiff as I had become.

Dean grabbed my Speedos and pulled them down a little. I know he couldn’t get them off because my legs were spread. But my cock still sprang free.

He grabbed it with his hand and tugged it as he humped my face with his bulge. Then I felt him slowly take it into his mouth. I moaned and bubbled as he started to blow me underwater.

I felt the strain in my lungs and I tried to swallow my air back down. I mouthed his bulge as he took me deeper and deeper down his throat. One really good suck and I just about spurted into his mouth.

He released some of his air until he began to drift to the bottom of the pool. I felt my lungs start to heave as he reached into the back of his Speedos. Then he pulled out what looked like a slender vibrator.

My eyes widened as he grinned at me. He rose up and grabbed onto my butt for support. Then he began forcing that damned thing into my ass.

I moaned and bubbled as my stomach rippled, my lungs starting to heave. Dean shoved it halfway in and turned it on. Then he took my cock into his mouth again.

He gave me several good sucks until my cock twitched in his mouth. I spasmed away a mouthful of air. Then he squatted on the bottom of the pool, shot back up and flipped me back over.

I rolled over and gasped loudly for breath. I clenched as that damned toy buzzed in my ass, making my cock twitch and drip. Then Dean grabbed onto the side of the air mattress and grinned at me.

“Not bad, Alex. That was 2:45. Now I think I’m going to feed you something while I see if you can make it to 3:30.”

I took long, deep breaths to prepare for the worst. Then he flipped me back over. I floated face down and watched as he pulled his Speedos down off his legs.

He drifted up into a 69 again. This time he shoved his erection in between my lips. I had no choice as I took him all the way into my mouth.

I felt him grab onto that damned toy and move it in and out of my ass. It made me clench and groan into the cock in my mouth as I released bubbles out of my nose. He thrust in and out past my lips as his bubbles tickled my crotch.

He mouthed my cock but he didn’t suck me. I was horny and getting frustrated. I sucked him harder, wondering if he would roll me back over and let me breathe if I could get him off.

He thrust into my mouth as he cupped my balls. He blew bubbles against my twitching shaft as I gulped and groaned. I tried to concentrate on holding my breath. But hanging upside down strapped underneath an air mattress with a cock between my lips made for one hell of a challenge.

He played with my cock and balls without sucking anything into his mouth. But he sure enjoyed fucking my face in our 69. He was teasing the hell out of me, and I was twitching like crazy.

I finally felt the warnings in my stomach. It began to ripple as my lungs started to burn. Spasms moved up into my chest, and I released more bubbles out of my nose as I tried to swallow the cock in my mouth.

Dean was being wickedly cruel and it was arousing as hell. I was running out of breath. But I was horny as fuck, forced to gulp down a mouthful of cock.

He started thrusting good and hard into my mouth until I started gagging up bubbles. My chest began to heave as my lungs strained. I tried to shake my head, but I don’t know if he was paying any attention.

He thrust harder into my mouth as my lungs burned like blazes. I forced myself to hold my breath a few seconds longer… and then a few seconds after that. A moment later he gulped my cock down his throat as he rammed my mouth hard with his dick.

He started to spurt and I coughed up cum and water. He groaned as he continued to fuck my mouth. Then he slowly pulled out, streamers of cum leaking out past my lips.

One painful convulsion later I thought I was going to lose it. That’s when he flipped me back over. I coughed and sputtered like crazy as I tried to get my breath back.

He laughed as he pushed me over to the side of the pool. “That was 3:40, Alex. Not bad.”

He started to free me from the mattress. Then he pulled that vibrator out of my ass, telling me he thought he was going to make me cum until he decided he wanted a release of his own. I told him, “Oh, don’t worry about me, Dean. I’ll get mine.”

“Oh yeah? What’re you going to do about it?”

“I’ll think of something.” But by that time something was already formulating in the back of my mind.

With my speedos pulled back on I took the cuffs from him once he got them off my wrists. I cuffed his hands behind his back. Then I went to fetch some items I was going to need.

I got what I wanted, came back to him and then tossed a pair of dive fins into the deep pool along with an extra strap I found. I took a weight belt I’d brought over and wrapped it around his waist. Then I smiled as I told him, “I think we’ll do this in the dive pool, Dean.”

I marched him over to the elevated diving board and made him climb the steps. “Off you go, Dean.” When he hesitated I gave him a little push from behind.

He went over and managed to hit the water head first in a pretty decent dive considering his wrists were cuffed behind his back. He bubbled as he went down. I waited until he was out of the way before doing a swan dive off the board.

I hit head first with my arms outstretched and went straight down. I had to kick the final few feet to the bottom. When I got there I grabbed the dive fins and attached them to my feet before grabbing the strap.

I finned upward where Dean was struggling to stay at the surface. I laughingly told him, “Sorry, Dean.” Then I took the strap and tied his legs off at the ankles. Without being able to kick, the weight belt took him straight to the bottom.

I finned down to him where I forced him onto his back. I mashed my bulge against his mouth and humped his face, enjoying the bubbles that came up. Then I turned around, straddled his head and reached out to play with his cock.

He grunted up bubbles into my ass as I cupped his balls and caressed his growing erection. That’s when he began to struggle underneath me. I thought, ‘What’s the matter, Dean? Need air?’ So I grabbed him and finned him up to the surface.

We both came up panting for breath as I tread water for the both of us. I told him, “What’s the matter, Dean? Can’t you stay at the surface? I thought you were better at treading water than I am.” Then I let him go.

I watched him sink to the bottom as bubbles came up. Then I dove down after him. I grabbed his head, mashed my bulge up against his face, and gave him a good humping.

He grunted up bubbles as he tried to mouth me through my Speedos. I thought, ‘You want my cock, Dean? Maybe I should let you have my cock.’

I slowly pulled my Speedos down until the tip of my cock peeked out. I pushed it against Dean’s lips. He bubbled as he tried to mouth it. I smiled as I thought, ‘Damn, Dean! You really do want my cock!’

I grabbed him and finned us both back to the surface, stroking his cock the whole way up. It twitched and jerked in my hand. Then I got us up at the surface.

“What’s the matter, Dean? Having trouble holding your breath?” Then I let him go. He glubbed bubbles as he sank back down.

I finned down after him and caught him before he reached the bottom. I finned us both back to the surface, jerking his cock the whole time. Then we burst up gasping for breath.

“You seem to be having a lot of trouble, Dean.” Then I laughed as I let go of him again. He lost more bubbles as he sank toward the bottom.

I finned down after him and intercepted him again. Then I swam him back up. When we reached the surface he came up gasping like crazy.

“Poor Dean. I’ll bet you’re ready to pop, am I right?” Then I let him go again.

He sank toward the bottom, wriggling and squirming. I swam down after him until I caught up with him. This time I engaged him in a 69 without letting him get to have my cock in his mouth.

I wrapped my lips around his dick and really started to suck. All those up-and-downs had him primed and ready to pop. I took him deep down my throat and felt him go off in my mouth again.

I sucked him dry before grabbing him and kicking him back to the surface. This time I kept him there until he could get some of his breath back. Then I gave him a wicked smile.

“This time it’s my turn, Dean. I hope you can get me off before you drown.” Then I let him go.

He sank as he released a stream of bubbles. I pulled my speedos all the way down my legs, carefully working them off my dive fins. Then I swam down to the bottom of the pool.

Dean was flat on his back when I got there, I made him sit up before thrusting my erection into his mouth. Then I gave him a good face-fucking, the same fucking he gave me when I was attached to that damned air mattress.

He gagged up bubbles as he struggled a little. But this time I wasn’t taking him back to the surface until I got off. I was horny and badly in need of a release.

I fucked his face harder as he grunted up more bubbles. I saw his chest start to heave, indicating he was almost out of breath. It was such a turn-on that I rammed my cock deep down his throat.

I groaned as I gave him a huge helping of my cream. He grunted and bubbled, some of my cum snorting out of his nose. I made him suck me completely dry. Then I finned us both back to the surface.

I swam him over to the ladder where I removed the strap around his ankles. He was able to stand on the ladder while I worked to get the cuffs off his wrists. Then we both climbed out of the dive pool.

He collapsed onto the floor, panting like crazy. “Damn, Alex. I never knew you had it in you.”

“That’s to make up for all the times you got me good.”

“Fair enough. Next time I get to be the one with the dive fins. Now you’d better go back down and bring up your Speedos.” And with that he laughed as he pushed me into the dive pool.

We spent another half hour holding our breath at the bottom of the lap pool before calling it a night.

2019 (written for “Alex” Jan 31 ’19 by riwa)

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Drowning Emma 4.4 (35)

Posted on October 30, 2021 by riwa

She has a look, a sly smile, indicating she might be up for anything. A little underwater breath-holding – a little risk? Yeah, she’d give it a shot. She’d certainly hold her own and would attempt to make it interesting.

So I know what you’re going to ask next. How would I drown her? That’s the next question, right? You want to know who I’d pick. Then you want to know how I would do it.

This one is interesting. Right now I’m thinking of a rising water peril. And I have an erection as I consider it.

I imagine Emma is at the bottom of the deep end of an empty pool. She has an ankle cuffed, a thin wire attached to the pool drain. She’s in a nice bikini. But I’m nowhere around.

All of the sudden the pool starts to fill. Water pours up from the drain and comes in from other locations. Emma now realizes this is not a good situation she finds herself in.

She tries to work the cuff off her ankle, but it’s not coming off. She’s not sure how much wire she has. Is it slack enough to get her all the way to the surface so she can breathe if the pool fills? She has no idea.

She calls out but there’s no response. The water is up to her knees. She’s not going to have a long wait.

She looks around for some way out of her situation. She pulls on the wire again. It seems securely fastened to the pool drain. And it seems securely fastened to her cuffed ankle.

The water reaches her chest. She wades over toward the ladder. But she can’t reach it. She’s in the middle of the pool. She’ll have to go straight up to get air when the time comes.

The water reaches her neck. She has no worries; she can tread water for a long time. But sooner or later she will get tired. The question is: how high will the wire let her go.

The pool is twelve feet deep. The ladder was just out of reach. She tries to calculate how much wire tethers her to the bottom. She has the distinct impression it won’t let her reach the surface.

The water lifts her up off the pool floor. She tries to touch with her foot and her face goes under. That’s it; she’s going to have to tread water now.

She calls out again, but no one hears her. This is not good. She treads water, instinctively trying to kick the cuff off her ankle. It is a futile gesture. She looks over and sees the water has risen to the seven foot level.

She continues to tread water. The water rises slowly but surely. She can feel a certain anxiety that has given her a horrific arousal at her predicament.

She grabs the wire from her foot and tries to pull. It only succeeds in pulling her under. She lets go and pops back up.

The water’s rising fast. She won’t have long. Soon she’ll find out if she’ll be able to reach the surface or not when the pool is full.

She calls out once again. Then she sees me walk up to the edge of the pool. I’m naked but I’m in scuba gear.

“Thank gawd!” she calls out. “You want to get me out of here?” But the look in my face chills her. Am I the one responsible for her situation?

The water’s at eight feet now. Four more feet to go. At least I’m here for her. But what are my intentions? And why is my cock so hard?

I step off into the water with a splash. I’m neutrally buoyant. I can stay near the surface or close to the bottom without much effort.

I swim to the bottom and stand on the drain. I smile as I give a warning tug on her wire. Then I pull her under.

I pull her down to me. She flails for the surface, losing bubbles. Then I let her go.

She shoots back up and gasps for breath. I give another warning tug. This time she wisely inhales. The water is at the nine foot mark.

I pull her down to me. She tries to reach out for my regulator. I grab her wrist and latch a cuff onto it.

I spin her around, trying to grab her other arm. She bubbles as she fights me. But she knows I might not let her get back to the surface for another breath. So she relents.

She submissively brings her arm behind her back, allowing me to take it. I cuff her other wrist. Then I let her go.

She kicks for the surface, sir spewing out of her nose. She pops up and gasps for breath. I give her thirty seconds of treading water before I pull her back down.

This time I smile as I pull the strings to her bikini top. She bubbles air out of her nose as I reach out and fondle her boobs. She looked at me and mouths for air. I just point upward… “You’ll have to get it up there” and then I let her go.

She kicks for the surface. She treads water for another thirty seconds before I pull her back down. Now the pool has been filled to the ten foot mark.

This time I reach out and pop the strings to her bottoms. They float away. I can’t resist reaching out to touch and fondle her.

She holds her breath until her lungs start to complain. Then I let her go. She kicks for the surface and bursts up.

I give her another thirty seconds. Then I pull her back down to me. I smile as I touch her all over.

She tries to hold her breath for as long as she can. I enjoy touching her everywhere. She moans and bubbles. Then I let her go.

She kicks up for another breath. This time she feels the wire jerk on her ankle in warning. But for now her head is above water.

She gasps for breath, whimpering with fright. Then I pull her back down. Once more I have her right in front of me.

My cock is hard. But I make no more toward her. Instead I continue to touch her all over.

I grope her tits while fingering her slit. She clenches and bubbles. I can tell she’s aroused. It must be the fear combined with being forced to hold her breath.

Her lungs heave so I let her go again. She kicks up and her head clears the surface. But the wire feels more threatening now as it remains attached to her ankle.

She looks over to see the water has almost reached 11 feet. Then I give a warning tug on the wire. She fills her lungs before I pull her back down.

She looks at me in alarm. Her tits are deliciously hard, her pussy swollen from her excitement. She must be wondering how much longer I will make her do this.

Her lungs strain and I see her lose bubbles. I kindly let her go. She heads for the surface spewing bubbles out of her nose.

When she gets there she’s alarmed to discover she’s at the end of her tether. Her head is above water, but the surface has reached her chin. It’s still got another nine inches to rise. That means it will be over her head when the pool is full.

I pull her back down to me. Then I force her to hold her breath. She gives off sexy nose bubbles as I reach out to fondle and grope her.

She looks at me, pleading for the regulator in my mouth. I shake my head and point upward. Then I let go of the wire.

Emma kicks upward and reaches the surface. But the wire almost pulls her up short. She has to tip her head back to get any air.

I rise up to see her progress. The water level continues to rise. Her head tips farther back. It’s almost to her lips.

I watch her as she struggles to breathe. She gets one more good breath. Then the water is high enough that she’s forced to snort air in and out of her nose. But that soon fails and she takes her last surface breath before being tethered vertically, her eyes now level with the water.

I point at my cock. I signal two. Then I tap the reg in my mouth… “Suck for two minutes and you’ll get a breath.”

She nods; she has no choice. The water level is already too high. So I pull her down in front of my cock.

She wastes no time taking it into her mouth. Then she begins sucking. Sexy nose bubbles leak out as she gives it all she’s got.

I monitor her progress. Then she comes off my cock. I shake my head before pointing at my watch… “No, it’s got to be two minutes.”

She goes back to sucking. Her mouth is exquisite. She’s very talented.

Her lungs are heaving when she reaches two minutes. I tap her on the shoulder and take the reg out of my mouth. I put it between her lips and watch her inhale deeply.

I give her a good thirty seconds. Then I point down at my erection and lift up two fingers. “Two more minutes of sucking for another hit of air.”

She nods as she tries to work herself down to my cock. She gets it into her mouth and starts sucking. It’s incredible to hear her grunts and moans as bubbles trickle out of her nose.

This time she stays with it. She knows she’ll get no air unless she sucks. So her lungs have only started heaving when I tap her on the shoulder indicating it’s been two minutes and she gets to breathe.

Once more she gets the reg between her lips. She inhales deeply. After thirty seconds I take it away and put it back in my mouth.

She goes back to sucking. She’s quite skilled. I’m getting close. But I’m not going to let her swallow.

I pull my cock out of her mouth and drift back to watch. She looks at me in alarm before kicking for the surface. The wire pulls her up short. The top of her head is an inch from the surface.

She looks at me and pleads with her eyes. I shake my head no as I start to stroke. Her eyes get big as she realizes what’s about to happen.

She tries to kick herself to the surface. But the wire pulls her up short each time. Her lungs begin to heave and she starts losing nose bubbles.

I breathe deeply as I watch her. Now I’m really turned on. I stroke harder and faster as I watch.

Emma kicks hard as she struggles to reach the surface. Her shoulders shift from side to side as more nose bubbles pour out of her mouth. Now I’m really stroking.

For a long moment she looks at me in horror. Then she gulps water. Instantly she loses a ton of nose bubbles as she starts swallowing gallons of killing H2O.

She hitches and jerks as my cock goes off. Streamers of cream spurt into the water. She spasms and convulses, her eyes wide in horror until she settles down. Then she hangs there tethered to the wire an inch below the surface, slowly swaying back and forth as her hair settles all around her head.

(Sep 3 ’18)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (4)

Posted on October 27, 2021 by riwa

Coming November rewards

The concluding Shelly in Cancun chapter.
Another Santa and the asphyxia sisters chapter.
Another Mr. Wayne and the club chapter.
Another Melissa chapter.
A story about Pat’s gasper girls.
The two biker chicks are back. They’ve found another girl to have fun with.
I make a visit to the British Virgin Isles and am introduced to a wild section of the sea.
There’s a story about a client, and one about an MILF.
I finally got around to working on another Seductress chapter.
Donna reluctantly goes on Shore Leave in a fan-fiction scifi universe.

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

Mom is doing better. So I’ve not been so stressed lately. Her situation has interrupted my routine though, and I’m doing the best I can to adapt. Life has a way of interrupting our routines; right?

They are draining a nearby lake in an attempt to eliminate an invasive species. It’s been fascinating to drive over and monitor their progress. Each and every day the level of the lake has dropped until now it is mostly empty. Mom has enjoyed going to see it, so we go a couple times a week to check it out. No bodies, unless you count those poor fish. So I don’t know if it will inspire me to write any stories about it or not.

Thank you for being my patrons. Stay healthy. I hope you have a great Thanksgiving.

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