If you cum, you die (graphic) 4.1 (31)

Jodie had never known such fear. After ripping her clothes off, he threw her over his shoulder and easily carried her down into the dark basement. She was deathly afraid she would never see the light of day.

He was huge and naked, his cock thick and erect. She fully believed she was about to be raped. Would she live through the ordeal?

He threw her down onto an elevated concrete pad onto her back. It knocked the breath out of her. She lay there stunned as he went over to a work table.

When he returned, she saw a large butcher knife in his hand. She opened her mouth to scream, fearing this was the end. He covered her lips with a large hand and snarled, “One syllable and I’ll gut you like a fish!”

He placed the knife nearby. Then he grabbed her legs and swung her around. He lifted up her thighs before pushing his erection against her opening. She was wet from her terror.

He thrust hard into her cunt. Her eyes opened wide in horror as she started to scream. But she managed to clamp her lips together, deathly afraid he might gut her if she made so much as a peep.

He began pumping hard into her tight snatch. She huffed from each thrust. She had never been so utterly violated before in her life… had never been so utterly filled.

She gasped as he raped her. She felt shameful sensations. Oh well. If he was going to abuse her, the least she could do was try to enjoy herself.

He saw something in her expression. That’s when he quickly put an end to that train of thought. He glanced menacingly at the butcher knife lying nearby before telling her, “This isn’t for your benefit, bitch; it’s for mine! This is all about me; you got it?? If you cum, you die!”

Her eyes flashed in alarm as he thrust harder. Did he really mean that? Would he actually let her go after using her? She really didn’t think so. But she had to hold out hope.

He didn’t want her to cum? That was fine with her. She certainly didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. So why was her body starting to respond??

He fucked her hard and savagely. Jodie had never been so brutally dominated in her entire life. The fear had made her stomach tighten up into knots. But the pounding her cunt received was sending the wrong message to her brain.

His thick cock forcibly rubbed her g-spot. He kept slamming into her swollen clit with his body. She was stretched so tightly that she couldn’t believe it! And it felt shamefully good!!

She bit her lip to cut off her whimper. She winced as she tried not to respond. But the fear and the fucking was sending a clear message to her cunt.

Would he really kill her if she came? Did she dare find out? The fear only made her body respond with an even greater arousal.

In… out… in… out; she was nothing but a fuck-toy to him. The idea was horrific. Yet, she could not stop the sexual arousal that began to swell inside her.

She was being fucked so hard, dominated so brutally, that she could not help herself. She tried to think of something negative. That was easy enough; he was probably going to kill her anyway. But that didn’t help matters any. If anything, it only filled her with an even more terrible arousal.

In… out… in… out; he was savage and brutal. He wanted her body for his own needs. There was something about it that both frightened and excited her.

He pounded her ruthlessly. He was in so deep that it felt like he was hitting her cervix. It was certainly painful enough. So why was she so shamefully aroused??

She tried to think of something else. But her pussy kept bringing her back to the moment at hand. If she came, was she really going to die??

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. But she could not stop the way her body was reacting. She told herself she was going to be mercilessly butchered. But her body continued to respond.

She tried to think of something else… anything else! But all she could hear in her mind was the words he had told her. The fear and the rape was making her cunt throb.

He looked down at her as though reading her mind. “You think I won’t, bitch?” Then his hand drifted over to touch the nearby knife.

Jodie wanted to scream. At the same time, she felt a jolt of horrific arousal. No matter what she tried, she could not stop herself.

He roughly grabbed her arms and brutally pounded her. He was eying her warily. It scared her so bad that she started thrusting back against him.

She tried to stop herself; oh, how she tried! But her body betrayed her. He savaged her as though daring her to cum… pounded her while glaring at her with his eyes as though telling her, “DON’T. YOU. FUCKING. DARE!”

The fear swelled within her as she tried not to respond. But her body wasn’t listening. Gawd, this couldn’t be happening to her! If she came, he was really going to kill her!!

Her mind became focused on the pounding she was receiving. She could feel every inch of him inside her. She could feel him raping her, ravaging her, brutalizing her, taking her. It filled her with a terrible excitement… and a terrible fear.

His hand drifted ominously toward the knife. Jodie screamed in her mind from the fear and excitement. Gawd; she couldn’t hold it back!

He grasped onto the handle. It slipped past her lips before she could stop it… “NO; DON’T!” Then she was cumming hard.

The knife was a blur as it came down and buried itself between her tits. Jodie jerked upward as she came harder. He was still fucking her as blood bubbled up in her mouth.

She began to spasm and shudder, gurgling in her death throes. Her cunt savagely milked him as she kept squeezing. Then he grabbed the handle of the knife and cruelly twisted.

Jodie jerked as blood came oozing out of the wound in her chest. . It felt like she was cumming and cumming. Another savage twist of the knife caused her to shudder. Then the life faded from her eyes, even as her cunt continued to squeeze.

“I told you what would happen if you came, bitch!” Then he unloaded deep in her cunt. There was so much that it oozed out around his cock. She just lifelessly stared up into space, her expression frozen from a mixture of terror and pleasure.

11-14-19

And the render that inspired this story

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Famous At The End – Faye and the audition clip 4.5 (61)

He came in promptly at 11:30 and placed the mail on her desk. “Thanks, Fred,” Cynthia Packwood replied with a smile. He gave her something of a goodbye salute before walking out the door.

Cynthia looked through the mail he’d deposited. There were a couple of bills, computer generated letters from a couple advertisers trying to get on her program, and a couple dozen envelopes from what looked like fans of the show. There was also a thick, square envelope with a return address written in pen.

Intrigued, Cynthia opened it up. Inside was a compact disk and a folded sheet of paper. She read the note first…

To whom it may concern,

We’re Faye and Randy Gatsnor, and we’d like to be on your show. We have an act we think will bring a great deal of viewers and advertisers to your program. We included a clip of our audition on a CD. We hope you’ll give us some consideration.

That was all there was, aside from what looked like a number to a cell phone. It wasn’t even signed, not that it was necessary since they’d already given their names. What could their act consist of to make them send a clip to her?

On the CD were the words Gatsnor Audition. Underneath the title was what appeared to be the same cell phone number. Cynthia shrugged her shoulders as she fitted it into the disk drive on her computer.

A video file icon came up that read Gatsnor Audition. Her computer did a sweep that resulted in a pop-up notice saying the file was not infected. Then she clicked on the icon.

Immediately an image came up of what looked like a motel room. A noose was already hanging down from the ceiling over the bed in full view. Now they had her attention.

A young man came over and sat on the edge of the bed in full view of the camera. He was naked, and his cock was hard. It looked a bit longer than the average male. That’s when he told someone off-screen, “Ok, Faye. Get over here on your knees.”

“Ok, Randy.”

A moment later a naked young women with brown hair and modest breasts came into view. She knelt in front of him as he sat on the side of the bed. Then she began to give him a blowjob.

Cynthia watched for another minute or so. “Porn,” she muttered as she shook her head. “We get these all the time.”

She was just about to click it off when the young man grabbed the back of her head. He appeared to force his cock hard between her lips until it she was made to take it all the way down her throat. Then he held her there.

She started to gawk and gurgle. It wasn’t long until she tried to come off. But he just kept her there.

“Deep throat,” Cynthia observed. “Nice, but no sale.” Then she looked a little closer. Wait; was that young woman’s face actually starting to turn red?

Faye gagged and grunted as he grasped firmly onto her skull. Her body appeared to shudder as she instinctively tried to pull away. Cynthia concluded the young woman definitely couldn’t breathe. Was this a part of what they wanted to show her?

She stayed with the video long enough to see Faye’s eyes start to roll. She moaned as she went into hitches and spasms. Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

She appeared to be unconscious for a few moments. Cynthia watched as he pulled her limp body up onto the bed with him. A moment later she started to shake and hitch as though her systems were coming back online.

She whispered something to him and he nodded. She seemed happy about that. Then she got on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the camera.

He got behind her and appeared to push his cock inside her. Then he started thrusting. The young woman gasped and moaned as she reached under to grope her tits before reaching further back to finger herself.

Cynthia was about to turn it off when he suddenly wrapped his fingers around her throat. Faye’s eyes widened in response. Then she started to gasp again.

He thrust a little harder as he appeared to squeeze her neck with a little more strength. The director of the show saw the young woman’s face start to turn red again. He was actually choking her during sex!

It looked like it was getting harder for her to breathe. In fact it looked like her eyes were starting to bug out a little. Cynthia was turned on just enough to keep watching.

Faye shuddered hard again until her eyes rolled as she passed out a second time. She virtually collapsed onto the bed with her ass in the air. He appeared to keep fucking her until she came back around.

When she fully regained consciousness she reached up for the noose above the bed as the young man laid flat on his back. She noosed herself before he grabbed a little coil of rope and tied her wrists behind her back. Then she lowered herself down onto his erect member.

Once more Cynthia was intrigued enough to keep watching. Faye bounced up and down on his cock. But the noose pulled her up short as she could only get part of it into her pussy.

The deeper she tried to take him, the more she strangled herself. Once more she started rasping and moaning. Her nipples hardened as her pussy became red and swollen for the camera.

She deliberately went up and down despite the redness of her face and her difficulty breathing. The strain on her legs was plainly visible to the director of the show. She was actually hanging herself as she rode his cock!

Her breathing became ragged and sporadic, her chest heaving as the noose tightened around her throat. It got harder for her to remain on her bent legs. A moment later they gave out entirely.

She rasped and gurgled as she fully impaled herself on his dick. Her face went a deep shade of red. A moment later cream started leaking out of her cunt as she went into convulsions.

Cynthia was fully aroused now, watching the clip as he reached around to grope Faye’s boobs. She was hitching and spasming as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Then he climbed out from underneath her.

For a moment she hung limp in the noose. Then he lifted her up and struggled to loosen the coil. He finally got it off from around her neck, allowing her to crumple onto the bed.

He smiled into the camera. “Thanks for watching. When we’re in your studio, she will remain impaled on my cock as she hangs until she’s dead. I hope you’ll consider us for your show.” Then he repeated the number Cynthia had seen written on the CD before the clip ended.

The director of the show sat there breathlessly. Then she picked up the phone, pushed a button and placed a call. “Bob? Cynthia. I may have another one for us. I think this one can be filmed live. I just got an audition video. You can view it anytime you like. Yes, Bob; I think this one will work great. You want me to give them a call? Ok, Bob. Thanks.”

She disconnected from the call. Then she pushed another button for a line outside. She punched in the number on the CD. Then she waited until the line was picked up and a female voice answered.

“Hello, Faye? This is Cynthia Packwood from Famous at the End. I just had a look at your audition video, and I like it a lot. When would you and your husband be available for an interview? Tomorrow afternoon? Good. Bob and I will be here.”

(Feb 4 ’18)

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Boyfriend next door 1-4 4.3 (44)

Note: an older, re-edited post

Chapter 1

I’ve known Kristin ever since grade school. We’re next door neighbors, but her family has a pool and hot tub. I don’t know how many summers my folks sent me over so I could swim in it with her. She’s a great girl and she’s really playful.

We’ve both become sexually active with each other. I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. We started out swimming naked together.

My cock always got hard whenever she was in the water with me. Pretty soon she started blowing me underwater. Let me tell you, every time she did she would blow lots of bubbles as though I was drowning her with my cock down her throat. I always came buckets whenever she deep-throated me underwater.

It got to where playtime on the bottom would lead to fuck-time on the bottom. She has a great set of lungs, although I’m not too shabby myself. A lot of times we would end up on the pool floor fucking like rabbits, just to see who would cum first before drowning.

Kristin is just like her mother. Mrs. K is a grade A, number one hottie. She’s an incurable flirt, and she has dressed pretty damn sexy on more than one occasion.

Whenever she’s out in the pool with her daughter, the two of them always get my blood boiling and my heart pumping. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear her mom has the hots for me.

She has often invited me over to do odd jobs around the house while Mr. K was away on business. She is one hot MILF. I’ve always wanted to stick my cock down her throat and then deep in her pussy.

As much as I’d like to fuck her, I’ve always been a little shy around her. I had no idea everything was going to change between me, Kristin and her parents.

One evening Mrs. K asked me over to clean out and then paint the tool shed. She said it was a project Mr. K just hadn’t been able to get to. So I went over after supper to take care of it for her.

I got pretty dirty by the time it was all done. She offered me the use of their hot tub to get all cleaned off. I don’t know why I said it, but the words just came out of my mouth… “Are you going to join me?”

She smiled as she told me, “Certainly! Just take your clothes off and get right in!”

Let me tell you, that really got my blood flowing. I was sure I was going to get to see her naked. I was on cloud nine… until I rounded the corner in my birthday suit and found Mr. K sitting alone in the bubbling jets.

He must have gotten home from work. I didn’t even hear him drive up! I thought he was going to kill me as I stood there naked with my clothes in hand.

He gave me a big smile. “C’mon in, Jason,” he waved cheerfully. “The water’s fine.”

So what could I do? I assumed his wife must have told him about our little arrangement. Yet he seemed ok with it.

I dropped my clothes onto a patio chair. Then I hesitantly stepped down into the warm, soothing water. But my face was red as a beet.

He told me he heard I was here cleaning and painting the tool shed. He wanted to thank me personally for my efforts. I saw right away how nude he was. But he tried to put me at ease, telling me not to be embarrassed about being naked in the hot tub with him. It didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest.

Ten minutes later Mrs. K came out naked as a jaybird. My cock instantly sprung to attention. So I did my best to cover it up.

I think Mr. K noticed. But he just waved it off dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, Jason,” he laughed. “It happens to me all the time.” His wife just grinned at us as though enjoying all the attention.

“You boys haven’t started all the fun without me, have you?” she giggled as she stepped down into the water. Her ripe, gorgeous melons gleamed in the lights of the back yard. My cock refused to soften.

Amazingly she sat down right next to me. “I checked the tool shed,” she gushed with praise. “You did a great job.”

“Thanks,” I stammered. I was unsure how to handle myself, especially with her husband sitting naked in the water with us.

“You gonna thank him properly?” Mr. K asked her with a sly smile.

She just beamed. “Why certainly, darling!” she gushed, smoldering with sensuality.

She turned my head to her. Then she gave me a kiss that would’ve melted lead. A moment later she reached down into the water and grabbed my throbbing dick.

“He’s hard, darling,” she told her husband.

“Can’t have that now, can we?” Mr. K replied.

For a second I thought I was dead as he slid closer to me. Then he told his wife, “Honey, you KNOW it’s not nice to let a handsome young man like this go home with blue balls. So you’d better do something about it.”

“My apologies, Jason,” Mrs. K told me apologetically.

She moved into the water and knelt in front of me. I didn’t know what she intended, and I almost panicked. A moment later she lowered her head into the bubbling water where she took my cock and gently sucked it into her mouth. It was an 18 year old boy’s fantasy come true.

Mr. K came over until he was sitting right next to me. I was worried I was going to be in big trouble with him. Instead, he just turned the jets off before telling me he wanted to watch his wife suck an 18 year old cock.

I don’t know why. But for some reason his words really turned me on. Then I looked down into his lap and noticed his dick was saluting his wife’s efforts as she gulped down my throbbing shaft.

Sexy bubbles came up as she bobbed up and down on my cock. Her mouth felt absolutely incredible. She really knew how to swallow me deep, especially while holding her breath underwater.

As her husband watched, she actually reached into his lap. Then she began stroking his cock too. She stayed underwater sucking and stroking for another half minute or so before she came up.

“Gawd you have a great cock, Jason!” she gasped when she came up for air. Then she cupped my balls.

“My daughter tells me you store some pretty good loads in there. You don’t mind if I find out for myself, do you?”

I looked at Mr. K for permission. He didn’t object in the slightest. I told her I didn’t mind so long as her husband was ok with it.

In response, she took a really deep breath. Then she submerged with a burble. She ended up impaling her warm mouth with my quivering rod.

Her dark brown hair swirled around her head as she bobbed up and down on my shaft. Sexy bubbles came up as she looked up into my eyes with a mouthful of cock. Then to my utter astonishment she took my hand and placed it in her husband’s lap, gently wrapping my fingers around his swollen rod.

Now I’ve never had any kind of close encounter with another guy until that night. Maybe I thought I needed to do something for him while his wife was doing something for me. Maybe I was still a little concerned this wasn’t going to end well unless I cooperated.

For some reason it felt natural taking his dick in my hand. Then I gently stroked it up and down. I didn’t want to refuse or resist as I didn’t want to appear to be the least bit ungrateful.

Mr. K sighed next to me as I stroked him up and down. In the water I swear I heard Mrs. K moan as she took my dick deep down her throat. She kept glancing up and over as though making sure I was still stroking her husband’s dick. Hell, I think she was actually getting off on it!

There was a burst of bubbles as she came up again. “Gawd, that’s so hot!” she panted, “I’m so turned on watching you stroke hubby like that. You’re getting me all worked up. Now would you do me a favor?”

“What’s that, Mrs. K?”

“I want you two to kiss each other while I’m sucking your delicious dick, Jason. Would you do that for me?” and with that, she took a deep breath before submerging in a flurry of bubbles to take my hard cock back down her throat.

For a moment I was stunned. She just took me deep down her throat. And I kept stroking his dick, although perhaps I was doing it on a subconscious level.

I must have hesitated too long. Mr. K took my chin and turned me in his direction. Then he kissed me tenderly on the lips. I heard a bubbly groan from Mrs. K as she watched the two of us.

I’d never kissed another guy before. But it wasn’t like anything I ever expected it would be. I think a part of it had to do with the fact he was letting his wife blow me right there in the hot tub.

I didn’t want either of them to get angry with me if I decided to refuse. So I didn’t. But to be honest, it was more arousing than I expected it would be.

As his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, I instinctively stroked him a little harder. Mrs. K was really going to town on my cock! She kept grunting and moaning as though it was the most erotic thing she’d ever done: sucking my dick while watching me kiss and stroke her husband.

It wasn’t long before I started moaning into his mouth. My tongue probed inside past his teeth. What’s more, I was thrusting into the mouth of his eager, submerged wife.

Mrs. K bubbled as she came up for another breath. “Gawd, that’s so hot!” she panted. Then her husband pushed down on her head, sending her back down below the surface in an eruption of bubbles.

As she took my cock back into her mouth, Mr. K put my hand on top of her head along with his. We both pushed down together. We paused to watch Mrs. K suck on my cock before we both went back to kissing each other.

Her underwater moans matched ours above the surface as we continued tonguing each other’s mouths. Then she made a move as though she wanted back up. But Mr. K continued to push down on her head, smiling wickedly at me.

I smiled back as we both pushed down together. It wasn’t long until bubbles began pouring out around my cock in her mouth. She grunted as though she really wanted air.

I couldn’t help myself. Instinctively I thrust harder between her lips, almost as though I was fucking her face. “Cum in her mouth, Jason,” Mr. K urged me. “Cum in my wife’s mouth.”

His command to pump a load down Mrs. K’s throat was so damned erotic that it immediately triggered my orgasm. He kissed me while the two of us kept pushing down on her head. A moment later she began gulping down my hot load as bubbles came up out of her nose.

I swear I came buckets into her mouth. As she grunted and bubbled, I saw some of it spew out around the seal her lips were trying to make around my dick. Then Mr. K let go of his wife’s head.

I quickly followed his lead. Mrs. K’s head shot up to the surface. “Fuck, that was a lot of cum!” she gasped, panting like crazy. “Damn, honey; that was one massive load you had in there! It’s a good thing you came in my mouth! You must have been ready to explode!”

I trembled as I continued stroking Mr. K’s erection without even thinking about it. Mrs. K looked at her husband and smiled. “I see you’re enjoying yourself, darling.”

She turned back to me and said, “Like I was saying: that was just my way of saying ‘Thank you’ for cleaning out the shed and then painting it.”

“Anytime, Mrs. K.” I was thrilled, yet somewhat embarrassed I got to fuck her face underwater, especially with Mr. K looking on. Then she moved in close and kissed me deeply.

I actually got to taste my cum on her lips…

2011; 2021 (written for S and K Feb 5 ’11; ed. Jun 25 ‘21 by riwa)

Chapter 2

For a moment I thought that would be the end of it. Then Mrs. K climbed up into my lap. She leaned over and kissed Mr. K with her cum-stained lips, moaning into his mouth.

She wrapped her hand around mine while I still had a grasp on his erection. We sort of stroked his cock together. Then she giggled as though she was playing the naughty wife or something.

“Hubby’s cock needs tending to,” she told me. “Would you be so kind as to feed it to me, Jason?”

I watched as she climbed out of my lap. She took a big breath before slipping under the surface with a burble. Then she moved her head into his lap as her hair flowed all around her.

I pointed Mr. K’s cock in the direction of her mouth. She took him right down, grunting and gulping as bubbles came up through her swirling hair. Then she took my hand and made me cup and fondle his balls. Her husband tipped his head back and moaned softly as though he was enjoying the sensations.

Mrs. K burst up out of the water, gasping for breath. “Feed it to me again, honey,” she told me. Then she went right back down.

Once more I grabbed it and pointed it at her mouth. She gulped it right down as she released another flurry of bubbles. She was a hot cocksucker, just like her daughter Kristin.

It wasn’t long before her head began bobbing up and down. She grunted as bubbles came up. Then she burst up out of the water again, panting heavily for breath.

She gave me this look as though she had something naughty in mind. I suddenly felt this quiver of unease as though things were about to get interesting. Then she told me, “I could sure use some help, honey. I hate having to pause long enough to come up and get my breath back.”

I looked at her in alarm. Was she suggesting what I thought she was suggesting?? I could not help stammering, “You, uh… you want me to, uh… to, uh…”

She very gently pulled me off the seat I was in. I suddenly found myself on my knees right next to her. She gave me a knowing look as she said, “If you wouldn’t mind.”

Mr. K spread his legs apart. Now there was room enough for the two of us to kneel between them. I hesitated as I blushed a beet red.

“C’mon, Jason,” she encouraged. “You can do it. It’s easy! Besides, I think it would be a very nice gesture, don’t you? …especially since hubby here was kind enough to let me suck your big, juicy cock.”

The color drained from my face. I had never done this kind of thing before. But what was I supposed to do?? I couldn’t very well say no, could I?

I hesitantly moved in closer, ashamed of the way my cock was hardening back up from a perverse excitement. I took a deep breath before slipping under the surface in a flurry of bubbles. Mrs. K pushed my head close, grasped her husband’s erection, and then fed it to me.

I opened my mouth, planning on just sucking the tip of it. But Mrs. K had other ideas. Before I knew it, she’d pushed it further into my mouth.

“That is so hot!” I heard her gasp up at the surface. I blew bubbles as I was forced to take it deeper. I felt Mr. K’s dick twitch and stiffen inside my mouth.

I was embarrassed as hell. I was also incredibly turned on, especially over the way my suction was making him quiver. I experimented taking him deeper, but Mrs. K pushed him so deep down my throat that I ended up gagging a little.

I finally jerked my head up out of the water for a breath. Mrs. K went right down in my place. Bubbles erupted up at the surface as she began bobbing up and down on her husband’s cock, her hair swirling all around her head again.

I gave him a questioning look. He smiled as he told me, “That was very good, Jason. You’ve obviously done this before.”

“Uh… no, sir. That was my first time.”

He seemed incredulous. “Really? It sure didn’t feel like it was your first time!”

Mrs. K came up, only to start pushing on my head. I took a deep breath before she pushed me under. Then she grabbed her husband’s dick and shoved it back into my mouth.

I grunted and bubbled as I took him deep. It was still embarrassing. But I was so incredibly turned on being forced to suck her husband’s cock underwater.

She started pushing up and down on my head, making me bob up and down on his erection. She told him how hot it was to watch the teen next door blow him underwater. The more I sucked, the more he moaned appreciatively… and the harder I became.

I soon needed air and tried to come up. But Mrs. K wouldn’t let me. She just laughed playfully as bubbles spewed out of my mouth.

She finally let go of my head. I came bursting up, coughing and sputtering. She just took a deep breath and went back down in my place.

Mr. K grinned at me as he put his hands on Mrs. K’s head, forcing her to stay down. She bobbed up and down as bubbles came pouring up to the surface. Then he encouraged me to put my hands on her head and to do the same thing to her that she’d done to me.

I placed my hands on top of her head. Then I pushed down on her, holding her down as she made an effort to come up. More bubbles burst up to the surface.

I was really getting hard again, let me tell you! She let out a bubbly cry. I thought she was going to drown before I let her back up.

She came up gasping for breath. Before I could even think straight, she grabbed my head and pushed me back down. Once more, she forced me to take Mr. K’s cock back into my mouth.

I hadn’t gotten a good breath before I went under. But she really made me bob up and down on it. Then I heard her tell him to cum in my mouth.

For a second I panicked, never having tasted another guy’s cum before, much less having it spurt into my mouth. I tried to get back to the surface for a breath. But Mrs. K wouldn’t let me.

Mr. K exploded in my mouth. It was all I could do to contain it all. Some of it leaked out past my lips.

“Don’t swallow it!” Mrs. K called down to me. But I couldn’t help swallowing some of it anyway. Then she let me back up, coughing and gasping and gurgling.

“Give it to him, Jason!” she urged me excitedly. “Give it to hubby; let him taste his cum in your mouth!”

She pushed me up out of the water until he and I were kissing again. I felt him scoop his cum out of my mouth with his tongue. I moaned as I shared his load with him.

It was incredibly hot, more than I ever expected it would be. I had no idea I would be so aroused by sucking another guy’s cock and then share his cum back to him. Mrs. K gasped like she was really turned on. I even saw her furiously fingering her pussy under the water!

“Got any for me?” a familiar voice called out.

I looked up to see Kristin walking toward the hot tub. She was naked as the day she was born. I immediately went beet red with embarrassment.

I hastily pulled away from kissing her old man. But it never fazed her in the slightest. She got right in, pressed her tits up against her father, and then proceeded to kiss him passionately, moaning into his mouth.

I swear they were sharing the cum in his mouth, although I couldn’t be certain. Then she turned toward me. With a coy smile she asked, “Got any left for me?”

Before I could respond, she started kissing me deeply. Her tongue eagerly probed my mouth. The two of us kissed for a long time, right there in front of her parents!

When we came up for air, Mrs. K grabbed my head and kissed me hard. I got a brief look at Kristin kissing her father deeply again. That’s when I began to wonder just what the hell kind of family was I dealing with…

2011; 2021 (written for S and K Feb 5 ’11; ed. Jun 25 ‘21 by riwa)

Chapter 3

Mrs. K reached down and began stroking my semi-hard cock, moaning into my mouth. When we came up for air I looked at her in astonishment. Then I turned to look at Kristin, only to discover she was stroking her dad’s cock back to full hardness.

When she saw me looking at her in astonishment she just giggled at me, telling me her daddy needed a release every now and then just like I did. “Besides,” she added with a naughty smile. “You want to fuck my mother; I KNOW you do!” She was right, and my face went beet red with embarrassment.

“Is that true, Jason?” Mrs. K asked me sweetly. “Awww, would you really like to fuck me?” I didn’t know what to say, and I stammered something incoherent.

“He sure does, mom!” Kristin called out cheerfully. “Every time he sees you he gets hard as a rock!” I gave her a dirty look as though I didn’t want her saying that out loud in front of her parents. She just stuck her tongue out at me and then giggled as though it was funny as hell.

“Well if he wants to fuck me then I’d better get him hard again,” Mrs. K said without hesitation. My cock stiffened right up when she said that.

“What about me, mom?” Kristin protested. “He’s MY boyfriend, you know!”

“You can play with daddy until I’m done with him,” Mrs. K said with a grin, shocking the hell out of me.

“Cool!” her daughter replied with a big grin on her face. “I just LOVE playing with daddy!”

A moment later her head slipped under the surface. She was between her father’s knees. She started blowing her dad as though it was my cock she was sucking on.

Mrs. K submerged a few seconds later. Mother and daughter went under the surface at roughly the same time. Mrs. K took me deep down her throat as Kristin did the same to her father.

The two of them bobbed their heads up and down like they were in a competition or something. I even caught them glancing at each other as though they were enjoying themselves. Kristin burst up first, gasping heavily for breath.

“Fuck; mom beat me!” she blurted out. “She held her breath longer!”

Mrs. K came up a few seconds later. She grinned at her daughter. Then she asked, “Care to go again, honey?”

“I can beat you any day of the week and twice on Sundays!” Kristin challenged. Then she called out “Three… two… one!”

Both of them inhaled together. Then back down they went. Clearly they were trying to see who could outlast the other underwater, sucking cock while holding their breath.

Mrs. K gave my cock a really good sucking, taking me deep down her throat. She moaned and grunted as though she was really enjoying my man-meat. In no time at all I was hard again. Next to me, Mr. K tipped his head back with pleasure as his daughter eagerly bobbed up and down on his dick.

The two went at it for quite a while until bubbles started coming up. Kristin finally burst up, gasping madly for breath. She was disappointed upon seeing her mother was still under the surface.

Mrs. K came up a few seconds later, smiling triumphantly. She innocently asked, “What was that about beating me twice on Sunday, honey?”

“You just put Jason’s cock where your mouth is!” she retorted with a playful smile.

“Gladly!” Mrs. K gasped. “…in three… two…one… DOWN!”

Both of them inhaled as one. Then they both submerged in a flurry of bubbles. Mrs. K went right back to work on my dick, grunting and bubbling as she deep-throated me.

Next to me Kristin gobbled her father’s cock as though she was starving. He just smiled while telling me, “They’re both a couple of good cocksuckers, wouldn’t you agree?” I nodded my agreement, being as how Mrs. K was really making my dick throb in her mouth.

All of the sudden he winked at me as he pushed down on his daughter’s head. I winked back and did the same to Kristin’s mom. Both of them started grunting and bubbling like crazy.

It was such a rush watching Mrs. K and Kristin bubble and struggle while they sucked our cocks. Both of them looked like they really wanted up. Bubbles poured out around the cocks in both mouths.

For a second I thought they were going to drown. Mr. K finally let his daughter up. She burst up in a big whoosh of bubbles.

I let Mrs. K up at almost the same time. She came up gasping and sputtering. But she didn’t seem angry about the whole thing.

“FUCK!” Kristin sputtered. But she didn’t look like she was the least bit angry. She just gasped madly for breath before kissing her father deeply.

Mrs. K did the same to me. The four of us spent a good couple of minutes making out. We all moaned as we groped and kissed each other.

“So who’s on the bottom?” Mr. K suddenly asked with a grin. I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Mom is!” Kristin declared.

Mrs. K smiled and nodded as though that was all right. ‘All right for what?’ I thought to myself. What was all this about who was going to be on the bottom?

Kristin suddenly turned around in the hot tub. Then she started to climb into her father’s lap, facing away from him. She grabbed his cock and centered it before she slowly sat on it.

She gasped and moaned, commenting to no one in particular how good it felt. I was utterly astonished that she was riding her dad’s dick. Then Mrs. K eagerly told me, “And I get to ride your juicy cock.”

She pulled me to the edge of my seat until I was facing her husband and my girlfriend. Then she sat in my lap facing me. She slowly impaled herself on my throbbing dick until I could feel myself deep inside her.

She gasped appreciatively, looking over her shoulder and smiling at her daughter. “No wonder you like fucking him underwater so much!” Then she winked at me before telling me, “This is going to be so much fun!”

She slowly went over backwards until she was submerged. Kristin leaned over on top of her mother with her dad’s shaft up her pussy. A moment later both of them were underwater holding their breath.

Mr. K and I looked at each other as we started thrusting our dicks into his wife and daughter while they lay on top of each other in a 69 position. The two of them wriggled and bubbled. It was hot as hell.

I swear Kristin was licking her mother’s pussy underwater. I felt her tongue on my thrusting cock a few times. A couple of times she pulled my dick out of her mom’s pussy and gobbled it right down as though wanting to taste her mother’s juice on my throbbing shaft. Then she helped stick it back in until once more I found myself ramming her mother’s sweet fuck-box.

Kristin finally rose up for air, allowing her mom to come up gasping. Both of them grunted and whimpered as Mr. K and I gave them both a good, hard shafting! It was incestuously shocking beyond belief. And yet it was so fucking arousing that my balls swelled, aching for another release.

Mrs. K took a deep breath and went right back under. Kristin sprawled out on top of her mom until both were writhing and bubbling underwater. Mr. K and I fucked them good and hard.

Once more he gave me that knowing wink. He pushed down on the head of his daughter, refusing to let her up. I got really excited as Kristin and her mom started writhing and bubbling underneath the surface.

I kept waiting for him to let them up. But he wouldn’t. “Hold her down,” he told me, pointing at his daughter. Then he reached down and held onto Mrs. K, making sure she couldn’t wriggle out from underneath.

I was astonished: both of them were bubbling like crazy. Mrs. K’s tight pussy was clenching around my shaft as though she wasn’t about to let go. The both of them looked as though they were going to drown any second now! And Mr. K wasn’t doing a damn thing to stop it!!

Kristin acted like she really wanted up. But he told me to keep holding her under. She writhed and squirmed, bubbling like crazy.

It was hot as hell watching all that air come up. Then Kristin screamed a froth of bubbles. I think she was cumming.

Mr. K tipped his head back and cried out his release. There was a massive burst of bubbles as Mrs. K went off a short time later. It felt like she was milking my cock dry.

I exploded into her spasming pussy, pumping my load deep inside her. Then Mr. K signaled I could let them both up. We had to give them some assistance until the two came up coughing and sputtering like crazy.

“Ok; whose idea was it to drown us?” Kristin wanted to know as she gasped for breath. “Daddy, was it you?”

He smiled innocently. She just giggled before submerging to take his cock into her mouth. I guess she wanted to clean it up like a good little cocksucker.

Mrs. K told me, “That was wicked fun! I came really hard! You had quite a load to give me, didn’t you!” Then she submerged as well.

Mother and daughter bubbled as they sucked our cocks clean underwater. Then they both came up together. All of us ended up kissing each other deeply…

2011; 2021 (written for S and K Feb 12 ’11; ed. Jun 25 ‘21 by riwa)

Chapter 4

“Uh – oh,” Kristin blurted out. A moment later she belched, turning red with embarrassment. “Guess I shouldn’t have eaten that burrito. I’ll be right back.”

She quickly climbed out, snagged a towel and headed inside. “I wish she wouldn’t have mentioned the word ‘burrito’,” Mr. K sighed, shaking his head. He smiled wistfully as he climbed out too.

Mrs. K and I were left sitting together in the hot tub. “I guess I’m going to have to get out too,” I admitted. “Sometimes I really have to pee after I’ve shot a load or two.”

“Oh you don’t have to go, honey,” Mrs. K told me. “I can take care of that for you.”

“What??” I stammered in shock as I stood up.

My wiener was limp and dangling; I really had to go! She just moved closer. “You don’t have to go, Jason. There’s a spare urinal right here.”

“Right where?” I asked, looking all around in surprise.

Mrs. K really came close, her mouth mere inches from my limp noodle. “Right here, honey!” and she opened her mouth.

I was shocked as hell! “You’re kidding, right?” I sputtered in astonishment.

“Not at all, honey. I’m happy to take care of it. Just let it fly.”

She leaned forward, the tip of my cock resting on her bottom lip. What really astonished me was when she started rubbing her tits as though she was turned on or something. “But Mrs. K, you don’t understand! I mean I really have to pee!”

“And I really want you too,” she replied. “Don’t hold back, honey. I can take it.”

She gently wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, moaning softly as she caressed her gorgeous mounds. I was totally dumfounded! I really had to pee, and it was getting harder holding it back, especially when her words were saying I didn’t have to.

“But Mrs. K!” I objected.

“Let it fly, baby,” she cooed at me before wrapping her lips back around the head of my cock. A moment later I couldn’t help it. That’s when I released a little trickle.

I felt her tongue swab my pee-hole. So I released a little more. She moaned softly, groping her tits as a trickle became a stream.

A stream became a flood. I saw her cheeks begin to bulge with my pee in her mouth. Then I saw her swallow.

She actually gulped it down! But I think I had too much for her. Some of it leaked out of her mouth and dribbled down onto her breasts.

She just kept massaging her tits as though it wasn’t a big deal. Her eyes closed in rapture. Who the hell was I dealing with??

I kept peeing. And she kept swallowing. She also kept leaking little rivulets out of her mouth and down her naked chest.

The stream finally began to lessen. I shot little spurts into her mouth. Then she began lovingly licking the tip of my cock clean.

It wasn’t long until I got too hard to pee. Mrs. K just kept sucking on my cock like she was hungry for it again. Gawd, she was good… just like her daughter!

She started bobbing up and down on it like she just couldn’t get enough. Then I heard Kristin’s voice cry out, “Mom’s at it again, dad!”

I turned to see the two of them had returned. They were watching with amused smiles on their faces. Mrs. K just giggled when she noticed them watching before going back to sucking my dick.

The two got back into the water. Kristin started blowing her father again. It wasn’t long until the both of us were hard.

My girlfriend suddenly pulled me into the middle of the hot tub. Both she and her mother surrounded me and started making out with me. They took turns kissing me while stroking my erection.

I saw Mr. K slowly stroking his cock as he watched us. “I think daddy needs to have some more fun, don’t you?” Kristin giggled at her mother.

“Absolutely,” Mrs. K agreed with a grin.

To my utter astonishment the two pulled me down onto my back in the water, submerging me. I struggled a little, releasing a flurry of bubbles. They just touched my body all over while stroking my saluting dick.

“Come on and have some fun, daddy,” I heard Kristin’s voice up at the surface. “Now I want to watch you fuck my boyfriend underwater!”

“Oh yes, honey,” Mrs. K’s voice added. “That would be so fucking hot to watch.”

WHAT??

I began to struggle even harder. They just grabbed onto my arms and wouldn’t let go. “Relax, baby; you’re going to love this,” Kristin giggled at me. “Besides, I’m going to get off watching daddy fuck you.”

I thrashed about in their grasp. Mrs. K chuckled at me. “Take it easy, honey. This won’t hurt a bit. I guarantee you’re going to love it. I’m going to cum so hard watching. Remember: you got to fuck me; right? Now it’s only fair for hubby to fuck you.”

I burbled like crazy, wriggling and squirming. I felt Mr. K’s cock push against my puckered anus. “He must be enjoying this, mom; his cock’s really hard!” I heard Kristin observe.

My anal ring gave way. That’s when I felt my first cock slide into my ass. I grunted and shuddered as it went deep.

They let me up moments before I would’ve inhaled and drowned. I gasped for breath as both women moaned softly. Kristin whispered into my ear, “That is so fucking hot, baby.” Her mother lustfully chuckled, “Honey, you’re getting me all worked up watching you get it up the ass.”

I got barely half a minute to catch my breath before they submerged me again. Then Mr. K gave it to me nice and slow with his cock. I could not help wriggling and bubbling in their grasp.

Kristin suddenly climbed on top of me. She gobbled my cock down her throat as her pussy mashed up against my face. I grunted and bubbled as I instinctively began licking her juicy twat.

My dick was really hard. Between Kristin’s mouth and her father’s cock hitting something inside me, my erection kept throbbing and twitching. Then my girlfriend burst up, happily gasping, “Gawd, mom! He must really be loving it! His cock sure is twitching like crazy!”

“Let me see!” I heard Mrs. K demand. She ignored my growing need for air as she crawled on top of me just like her daughter had. A moment later she had my cock deep in her mouth as her crotch pressed against my face.

I didn’t know what else to do. So I licked her pussy and bubbled for all I was worth. All I could do was hope it would make them let me back up.

I thought she was going to drown me before she finally climbed off. I was allowed up for air, gasping and sputtering like crazy. That’s when Mr. K started fucking me even harder.

“His cock is so hard, mom,” Kristin observed. She even reached down to stroke it. Pretty soon the two of them were taking turns grabbing onto my quivering shaft and jerking on it.

The damned thing wouldn’t stop twitching. Maybe it was due to the presence of a cock sliding in and out of my ass. The sensations had changed from discomfort to pleasure.

What I heard next scared the shit out of me. My girlfriend told her mother, “Let’s drown him, mom! I want to see him spurt when he drowns!”

“You read my mind, honey,” Mrs. K replied. “I’d love to see that too. Fuck him hard, honey. We’re going to hold him down until he drowns.”

“WAIT; WHAT??” I blurted out in horror.

Kristin just giggled at me. “Don’t hold back, Jason. It’s going to be so fucking hot watching you cum and drown.” Then they both pushed me under, holding me down below the surface.

I tried to wriggle free. But I had no leverage. I even tried to break free. But I had no way of working myself back to the surface.

Kristin and her mom held onto my arms. They were making sure I couldn’t thrash around much while Mr. K kept sliding in and out of my ass. The two of them were grinning excitedly.

Mr. K really started giving me a good, hard fucking. As he did, he began stroking my hard cock. I’m ashamed to admit how great that felt despite my fear.

That wasn’t my main focus though. I wanted back up for my next breath. The way they talked, however, made it sound like I wasn’t getting another one.

It wasn’t long until my lungs really started heaving in my chest, crying out for a refill. Mr. K really gave it to me good. He fucked me hard while stroking my cock.

My cheeks bulged like a squirrel hoarding nuts. It was all I could do to keep from inhaling. That’s when things went from bad to worse.

All of the sudden Kristin pushed into my stomach, forcing out a bunch of my air. Mrs. K put her hands on my cheeks. Then she pushed cruelly, forcing more air out of my mouth.

She bent over and kissed me. I thought she was going to share air. But what she ended up doing was sucking the remaining breath right out of my lungs.

By the time she stopped, I was frantic. My eyes big as saucers. I struggled like mad, but they refused to let me up.

My lungs were on fire. I pushed it just as far as I could. Then my lungs gave out, and I inhaled water.

Almost immediately I began to spasm and convulse. That’s when Kristin grabbed onto my cock. She started tugging on it hard while crying out “Cum for us, Jason! Cum for us and drown!”

Mr. K rammed his cock hard into my ass. I felt his hot seed inside me as his cock went off. It must’ve tripped something inside me because my cock suddenly started spurting my own cream into the water.

“Oh, FUCK; THAT’S HOT!” Kristin cried out. She furiously milked my spurting shaft with her hand. I could see both her and her mother looking down on me, their faces all lit up with sexual excitement.

Mrs. K suddenly blurted out, “OH, FUCK; I’M CUMMING TOO!” She released her hold on me, not that it was necessary anymore. Then she jammed her fingers up her pussy.

I bucked and shuddered, spewing away what few air bubbles I still had in my lungs. My cock kept spurting, setting both Mrs. K and Kristin into orbit. Then I stopped struggling.

I remember looking up and seeing the two of them leaning over me like a couple of horny females. I remember feeling a mouth on my cock. I think one or both of them sucked me after I’d spurted so much.

My eyesight failed me. I wanted to cry out, “I’M GOING BLIND!” Moments later I must have passed out.

When I came back around, I was lying on the patio next to the hot tub. I coughed up a shitload of water before they propped me back up. All three of them were there.

They were smiling as though they’d just had the grandest time. “You ok, Jason?” Kristin asked. “Baby, you were great! That was so fucking hot! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard, especially since I was watching you drown!” Then she kissed me so hard I thought she was going to give me a tonsillectomy.

Mrs. K was next. She beamed at me, having an expression of intense sexual satisfaction. “Honey, you were great!” she gasped excitedly. “I can’t remember when I’ve had a hotter time out here in the hot tub!” Then she kissed me as though she was never going to stop.

“You ok, son?” Mr. K asked when his wife was done sucking my lips off my face. “It was an extremely enjoyable time out here in the hot tub. I hope you enjoyed it every bit as much as I did.” Then to my utter shock he kissed me tenderly, his tongue slowly probing inside my mouth.

“Daddy’s kissing Jason!” I heard Kristin gasp with delight. “Fuck; that’s hot!” He kissed me for the longest time before finally pulling away.

“Are you feeling all right, dear?” Mrs. K asked me, concern in her voice. “I suppose you should be getting home. But we want to make sure you’re feeling ok.”

“I’m fine,” I stated as I started to get to my feet. “You’re right; I really should be going.”

“I hope we haven’t put you off or anything,” Mr. K said to me.

“Oh no, sir. In fact it was, uh… quite enjoyable… I think.”

They all laughed. But I had to be honest. It had been one hell of an evening! Even the drowning had certain aspects to it that I’d enjoyed.

“You’re welcome back any time, honey.” Mrs. K beamed, looking down at my dangling member. “In fact, we’ll give you a call when we open up the pool this summer. How does that sound?”

I could tell by the look in her eyes that she couldn’t wait to try me in their pool. I suspected the whole family was eager for me to come back for the summer months. I told them I was looking forward to it, although I wasn’t sure if I meant that or not. Maybe I did. Then I got out of the hot tub and started looking around for my clothes…

2011; 2021 (written for S and K Feb 13 ’11; ed. Jun 27 ‘21 by riwa)

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Cindy Lou finds a guillotine 4.4 (56)

Note: I wrote this story before I realized I’d written something similar in the Santamos Island story about Mahina. I decided to post this one anyway since it has some differences. I hope you enjoy it. I included a couple renders by Mike Hunt which I did not include in the other story.

Cindy Lou was out lounging in the backyard when she suddenly felt a tingling sensation. The sun was out; not a cloud in the sky. She was sure the wind wasn’t blowing.

She sat up, removed her sunglasses and looked around. But nobody was there. Strange; she felt like she was being watched.

She laid back down on the patio lounger, luxuriating in the feel of sun on her mostly bare skin. Once more she felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck. Cindy Lou removed the sunglasses again before setting them down on the nearby patio table. Then she sat up and looked all around.

At the corner of the brick structure, she caught sight of a darting figure. For the moment it looked like a woman in a black, flowing robe. Was she spying on her??

“Hey! You there!” But the figure was gone. She couldn’t confirm if the individual had gone around the corner or had simply vanished right before her startled eyes.

Cindy Lou stood up and headed for the corner of the building, her heels clattering on cobblestone. She wanted to know who’d been spying on her. She didn’t think it was one of the other girls she was staying with. Hell, she only knew them by name. Besides, none of them seemed all that friendly.

She rounded the corner, only to discover the woman in black standing near an opening in the wall. She waved to her as she called out, “Hey there!” But the woman stepped out of sight.

The pigtail-braided twenty-year-old headed off in that direction. She didn’t know whether to be curious or annoyed. She hadn’t been told her and her companions might be spied upon. If so, she was going to say something to their hostess.

She rounded the corner and gasped in astonishment. Some sort of metal contraption stood there all by itself in a sectioned-off alcove. It came complete with dangling blade and a lever.

Cindy Lou couldn’t believe it. What the hell was a guillotine doing back here?? She was shocked beyond belief.

She looked around for that woman she’d seen duck in here. But she didn’t see a soul. What’s more, there were no doors or windows along the brick wall. The woman had vanished into thin air.

Cindy Lou stepped toward the guillotine. There was a pipe in the brick wall, but she shook her head. There was no way in hell that woman could possibly be hiding in there.

She paused to look all around. Where the hell had that woman gone?? She was sure she’d seen her duck in here!

She shook her head as she began examining the guillotine. She’d never seen anything like it before. It looked completely foreign… as though it didn’t fit in with the rest of the architecture.

She vaguely remembered seeing pictures of guillotines in her history books. But they were all made out of wood. What’s more, they all had some sort of bench for a person to be strapped down to. This thing only had a short metal beam to lie upon. And it looked uncomfortable as hell.

She walked all the way around it, wondering where the hell it had come from. It certainly seemed like an odd place for a guillotine. Didn’t the caretakers realize how dangerous it was, sitting out here in plain sight for her or one of the other girls to find?

Odd how she didn’t seem to be frightened by its presence. If anything, Cindy Lou was curious. Seeing such a structure in a place like this simply made no sense to her.

On impulse, she reached out and touched it, wondering if perhaps she was dreaming. The structure seemed real enough. She reached up and touched the blade. It, too, seemed real.

How strange. She couldn’t begin to fathom what the hell it was doing out here. Had the caretakers failed to put it away? If so, what had it been doing out here to begin with??

The sun was starting to get lower in the sky as she allowed herself a closer look. She couldn’t imagine how she could possibly get into trouble just looking at it. If the caretakers didn’t want any of her companions stumbling across it, why the hell had they left it out here like this??

She was reminded again of that female figure she’d been following. She looked all around. But there was no one else around, not even one of the other girls she’d come to the castle with.

Had the blade been used on anyone? It seemed doubtful. The damned thing looked pristine; she didn’t see any stains on the blade or supporting beam. That didn’t mean accidents couldn’t occur.

She got closer and looked at the metal beam. It sure as hell didn’t look very comfortable to lie upon. Then again, the crazy contraption didn’t look like it was built for the comfort of the condemned.

The condemned… now there was a thought. She wondered how people had been clothed when they’d been beheaded back in the days of those wooden guillotines. Had any of them ever been as scantily dressed as she now was?

A name came to mind from an old history class… Marie Antoinette was it? Wasn’t she some queen? Cindy Lou couldn’t remember very well.

What must it have felt like for her to have her head locked in? What must have gone through her mind moments before the blade fell? She had a guillotine right in front of her; it would certainly be easy enough to find out.

Cindy Lou looked all around. But she saw no one watching her. Did she dare?

She carefully straddled the metal beam. It touched her upper legs, making her shiver. She gasped as a strange arousal coursed through her body.

She bent forward and carefully stuck her head through the lunette. Cindy Lou gasped as she shuddered from an incredible arousal. Instantly she jerked her head out and backed away.

She’d experienced something she’d never felt before. It felt… sexual somehow. Cindy Lou looked all around, making sure she was still alone. Then she stepped forward once more.

She straddled the beam before carefully bending forward. She slowly stuck her head in the lunette, pushing herself all the way through. Those incredible stirrings of sexual arousal increased exponentially.

She gasped at the sensation. Her nipples hardened dramatically. Amazingly, her pussy was dripping from the experience.

Something told her she would need to bring the lunette down on the top of her neck if she truly wanted to experience the feeling. Cindy Lou took a deep breath. Then she reached up and pulled it down until she felt it come in contact with the back of her neck.

She gasped and trembled. Her legs felt like rubber; it felt incredible! That’s when she reached out and tentatively grasped onto the lever.

Almost immediately the sensations seemed to increase a hundred-fold. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Cindy Lou inhaled sharply before letting go of the lever as though it might bite her.

She paused to catch her breath. Then she tentatively reached out for the lever again. She braced herself with her hand on the structure as she grasped onto the lever, standing there with her ass sticking up.

She could not describe her emotions. There was a noticeable sensation of fear. She almost felt terrified at the thought she could easily lose her head right now if she wasn’t careful.

At the same time she feel an incredible sexual excitement. She’d become unbelievably horny. What’s more, she was sure her pussy was dripping like crazy. She could tell she was wet down below.

Is this what those unfortunate victims had felt all those years ago? Had they endured a mixture of fear and arousal before their deaths? Had they felt terror coupled with a strange sexual excitement… the same emotions she was now experiencing?

Without even realizing she was doing it, Cindy Lou reached back with her left arm. She ran her hand under her upraised ass and began to feel around. She confirmed how wet she was, something that was going to be noticeable should she run into any of the other girls before she could change.

She began working a finger over her nub. She could tell it had swollen with excitement. It made her wince and stiffen as her body responded.

She paused as she imagined how ridiculous she looked. Her body was locked in a guillotine, one hand on the lever with the other in her crotch. If anyone saw her now, she would be utterly humiliated.

She carefully looked up and then all around, as much as the lunette would allow. She still saw no one. But her pussy was now throbbing for a release.

She told herself how crazy the whole thing was. She should get her head out of here before somebody saw her. But she couldn’t believe how turned on she was.

All it would take would be a gentle pull on the lever. Or did you have to push it to bring the blade down? Cindy Lou couldn’t believe she was thinking such things.

She fingered herself harder. Gawd; how she needed to cum! She couldn’t believe how horny she was!

She self-consciously looked around again. She saw no one watching her. That’s when her fingers began to rub a little harder.

She thought about those who had faced the guillotine so long ago. Did they have any last words before their head was chopped off? Did they beg for mercy; did they plead for their lives?

What Cindy Lou felt was nothing like that. She felt a bizarre, sexual excitement at having her head locked in the lunette. Had any of those past victims felt this very same way?

Gawd; she could feel an orgasm approaching! Had any of the condemned experienced any kind of sexual excitement moments before losing their heads? Had any of them cum during those last moments? She couldn’t help wondering what must have gone through their minds right before the blade had come down.

She was really horny now. Cindy Lou panted for breath as she moved the fabric aside before sticking a couple of fingers into her slit. She was wet as hell… wet from an incredible sexual excitement.

Could she make herself cum? Knowing the blade was directly above her, ready to chop her head off, gave her an intense feeling of fear and excitement. Instinctively, she fingered herself harder.

Cindy Lou writhed and moaned as she imagined she was one of those condemned to being beheaded. Her clothes had been mostly removed, leaving her exposed and humiliated with the blade about to fall. Surely that must have been what those people had experienced, especially the women.

She thrust harder into her womanhood. She could not believe how turned on she’d become. This was incredible!

She suddenly detected the faint sound of laughter. Cindy Lou instinctively looked up. But she saw no one; there was nobody around.

Was it the breeze? Maybe it was the leaves rustling. Maybe she was imagining things.

She was so unbelievably horny. What a story she would have to tell; that is, if she ever shared it with anyone. How many women could say they had actually orgasmed with their head locked inside a guillotine?

She thought she heard laughter again. Cindy Lou anxiously looked up. But there was no one there. If she was going to cum, she needed to do it soon before someone caught her like this.

She fingered herself harder, thrusting in and out of her pussy. She heard wet, squishing noises. She was really soaked back there.

She suddenly experienced what felt like a hand on her ass… or was it the breeze? Then something caressed her backside. Cindy Lou felt an erotic shiver of horror and dread.

She had to stop right now! She had to get her neck out of this damned guillotine! But at that moment her incredible urges overrode her sensibilities.

She moaned as she trembled, her legs becoming rubber again. She could feel them starting to buckle. It felt like she was getting closer to orgasm.

She thought she felt a hand on her ass again. This time she was sure of it. Cindy Lou stiffened as she started to cry out.

She suddenly felt a hand wrap around hers as she gripped the lever to the guillotine. She looked up in horror to see a woman in a black robe. She was actually standing there smiling at her.

The woman let out a moan of pleasure as she pulled on her hand. Cindy Lou felt the structure shudder. That’s when the woman in the robe vanished right before her startled eyes.

She felt a sharp pain in her neck. A moment later her head was falling. The severed connection to her brain caused her hand to instinctively let go of the lever.

Her head bounced once before rattling against the base of the metal contraption. Her body instantly sagged onto the beam, coming down on her arm. Her fingers were still in her pussy. But she could not feel the intense climax her body was now experiencing.

She looked up in disbelief. What the hell happened? Had she pulled the lever by accident and beheaded herself? How was that possible??

She was sure she’d seen that woman in the robe pulling on her hand grabbing the lever. Then she’d seen her vanish a split-second before the blade had fallen. Hell, now she didn’t know what the hell she’d seen!

Her body hitched and jerked as it lay collapsed onto the beam. Her left arm was now wedged underneath her stomach. Her fingers were still diddling her pussy, although she had no way of knowing that.

What the hell – what the hell – WHAT THE HELL?? Cindy Lou couldn’t feel anything below her neck anymore. Was she having a dream; was she still on that patio lounger in the back yard?

She needed help… and right now! Actually, she needed one of those girls to show up and put her head back on. No wait; she didn’t want anyone to see her like this! Hell, she didn’t know what the hell she wanted!

She could see blood falling onto the ground. She could just make out the way her body appeared to be hitching and jerking. It all seemed so surreal.

Was her hand reaching down for her head? Her right arm seemed to be reaching for her. Was it looking for her head; was it trying to pick it up and attach it to her severed neck??

Cindy Lou’s body gyrated on the beam, hitching and shuddering. The signals from the brain had been cut off. Now there was muscular chaos.

Her legs spasmed as her hand jerked underneath her. Her fingers flexed as though trying to remember what they had been doing mere moments ago. Her ass quivered as her legs twitched.

Her crotch was soaked, turning the material to her skimpy thong transparent. Her labia flared as her pussy kept winking in response. Cindy Lou’s body just kept cumming and cumming.

But her neck was now severed. Her brain could not process the signals trying to be sent back. She never got the chance to experience the orgasm she’d been craving.

It all seemed so surreal. Was this really happening? Why couldn’t she feel anything below her neck??

There was a sudden sensation of movement that passed in front of her eyes. Cindy Lou’s senses attempted to penetrate the foggy haze that was closing in. That’s when she thought she saw that same woman in the black robe.

The figure rippled before her as though in a haze. Cindy Lou thought she could see solid matter. Then she thought she could see right through. Strangely, the whole thing terrified her.

She opened her mouth to scream… or at least she tried to. But she did not make a sound; her lips wouldn’t move. All she could do was stare in abject horror.

There was blood spatter all around her. It seemed like she was dreaming. But it all felt so real!

The figure came closer until it seemed to kneel right in front of her. It reached down as though caressing her cheek. Cindy Lou was frozen in disbelief; she couldn’t scream or pull away.

She simply could not believe this was happening. Then the figure started to appear hazy. Cincy Lou could see parts of the yard through her vaporizing form.

The woman reached into her robe as though rubbing her crotch. At the same time she appeared to grope a breast through the material. That was the last thing Cincy Lou saw before her vision failed her. Then it felt like she was falling into the bottomless abyss of oblivion.

The life flickered out of her pupils. Her body stopped twitching and shuddering. Her pussy dripped from her orgasm. A moment later her bladder gave way as urine splattered onto the cobblestone.

A faint breeze set the leaves to whispering… whispering as though they were witnesses of the event. They whispered of sex and beheading and death as though they had been in on it the whole time. Then the wind stopped, silencing the conspiracy amongst themselves.

There was the clatter of heels on cobblestone. The clatter grew louder. Then a figure came around the corner.

Their hostess paused for a long moment. Then she slowly approached and examined the body. The young woman with the braided pigtails appeared to be quite dead, her head resting on the ground at the base of the guillotine.

She walked all the way around, admiring the corpse with its ass protruding. She ran a hand over flesh that was still warm. Then she came in front where she bent down to inspect the severed head.

Cindy Lou looked up at her with lifeless eyes. There was a vacant expression of shock in her features. The hostess smiled down at her. Then she got up and walked away.

One of the four girls in her care had suffered a terrible misfortune. She must have been playing with the lever. She could only wonder if it was due to some accident or whether it was a spur-of-the-moment suicide. She would have to contact the groundskeeper to take care of the matter.

2019 (written Oct 23 ’19 by riwa)

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The nightclub hanging 4.5 (72)

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Kamisol Harris. It is my great privilege to hang a lovely lady for you tonight. Her body will be roasted at a special dinner tomorrow at the Phi Omicron Ro Nu sorority. You are all invited to attend. Without further ado, allow me to introduce the star of our show tonight. Ladies and gentlemen… Marzai Pipsin!”

A bubbly 18 year old came out onto the stage. She had fluffy pigtails with pink flowers serving as ribbons. She was wearing a see-through white sweater with a black print skirt. Black leggings and soft grey footwear completed her attire.

She received a lot of applause as she came up to Kamisol. She glanced at the noose dangling from the ceiling as well as the platform embedded in the floor. Then she happily waved at the applauding spectators.

“Marzai is here to hang for your entertainment, ladies and gentlemen. She has graciously decided to hang nude for us. Let’s cheer her on as she undresses for us, shall we?”

Music started to play, piped in through the speakers. The 18 year old worked herself out of her sweater. Then she motioned grandly at the cheers and catcalls she received.

The skirt was next to go. When it had been removed, Marzai stepped onto the circular platform embedded in the floor. The noose was right there framing her face. So was a microphone that hung down from the ceiling.

“Why don’t you say a few words to our guests, Marzai?”

“Be glad to, Kamisol. I’m so excited to be hanging for you all tonight. My sisters at the sorority voted me to take part in this very exciting moment. So I really hope I hang well for you tonight.”

“I’m sure you will, Marzai,” Kamisol said with a smile. “Let’s give her a big hand, shall we?”

The audience clapped and cheered. Marzai beamed with pride and excitement. Her nipples hardened as her crotch began to moisten from a fearful arousal.

“Those leggings will never do,” Kamisol told her. “Let’s bring out something better, shall we?”

At that moment a female assistant appeared, another of the Phi Omicron Ro Nu sisters. She brought out a pair of black heels. They were insane in their height.

Marzai looked at them with the faintest flicker of doubt in her expression. Then she smiled as she removed her leggings and footwear. She struggled to get herself into the crazy heels.

Once more she stood on the platform. “How do you feel now?” Kamisol asked.

“Excited and nervous,” Marzai said into the microphone as she struggled to maintain her balance.

“We can’t have you hang without including a little bondage, can we?” Then she turned to the audience. “Let’s grab a little rope to string our sexy hangee up right, shall we?”

The assistant returned a second time. In her hands was a large length of rope. She and Kamisol proceeded to secure Marzai with it as the 18 year old stood precariously on her heels on the platform.

Marzai’s arms were crossed behind her back. Her wrists were tied together. Then she was roped below and above her breasts to add to the bondage effect.

The assistant left as Kamisol looped the noose around the 18 year old’s neck. Marzai shivered from a combination of nerves and excitement. She struggled to balance on her precarious heels.

“You look lovely,” Kamisol told her. “Doesn’t she look lovely, folks?” There were more cheers and applause.

Marzai blushed. Then her legs wobbled. She almost lost her footing.

Kamisol reached out to steady her. “Don’t fall, Marzai. We want to watch you strangle to death. We don’t want you to literally break a leg out here on our stage, right?”

“I’ll t-try not to,” the 18 year old stammered.

“Are you ready, Marzai? Shall we get you ready to hang?”

“I’m as r-ready as I’ll ever be, K-Kamisol.”

“Then let’s get you elevated, shall we?”

Kamisol waved grandly at the audience. A moment later there were murmurs of excitement as the circular platform Marzai stood upon began to rise. Once more she wobbled on her heels.

The noose went up with her as the slack was slowly taken out. So did the microphone. It stayed close to her mouth the entire time.

The stool stopped a couple feet off the floor. Marzai wobbled again. Once more Kamisol reached out to steady her.

“You’re none too stable on those heels; eh, Marzai?”

“I g-guess I’m not,” she stammered nervously.

“Make sure you talk into the microphone so our guests can here you. How do you feel up there?”

“N-nervous I guess.” Then she thought of where she was and the task expected of her. She remembered to add, “…and excited… nervous and excited. I’m excited t-to be here t-tonight to hang for you all.”

“We’re excited to have you hang for us, Marzai. Isn’t that right, folks?” The audience clapped and cheered in reply.

Kamisol put her hands on her hips. “Is everybody ready to watch Marzai Pipsin hang for us?” The crowd cheered.

“I can’t hear you. I said, ‘Is everybody ready to watch Marzai Pipsin hang for us?’”

“YES!”

“Then let’s watch her hang!”

At that moment the stool began to lower back to the floor. It fell away from Marzai’s extremely high heels. Her legs spread in search of solid footing as the noose took her full weight until her head had tipped to one side.

The stool continued to drop until it reached the floor. Marzai’s heels attempted to stretch down as though she could reach it. Then her legs began to pedal as she went into her dance. Kamisol couldn’t help lifting a leg, posing for the crowd as they watched the hanging.

Marzai kicked and struggled as she suffered in the noose. She knew she was going to hang. But the experience was not quite what she’d anticipated. For one thing: it hurt like hell!

She fought and struggled as she tried to pull a breath of air down her throat. The noose only tightened around her neck as she struggled to breathe. A mark appeared around her neck from the imprint of the rope as her face turned red.

Her exertions lessened until she could hardly fight anymore. Her face took on a bluish tint. Kamisol smiled as she approached the dangling 18 year old.

“Let’s see if she’s enjoying herself, shall we?” Then she pulled one leg aside as she reached up with her hand. She rubbed Marzai’s wet crotch before sticking a couple of fingers inside.

“She’s really juicy, ladies and gentlemen. That means she’ll cook up nice and tender. Let’s see if I can make her cum before she fades away.”

Kamisol finger-fucked poor Marzai as the 18 year old’s chest heaved. But she was unable to get any air down her throat. She shuddered from an orgasm as major organs started shutting down. Then her bladder released.

Kamisol jerked her hand away. “That’ll teach me,” she laughed pleasantly. “They always piss themselves as they’re slipping away.”

She let go of Marzai’s leg and gave her a push. The 18 year old swayed back and forth. Life was fading from her eyes as drool spilled off her protruding tongue and splattered her tits.

There were brief twitches as stray muscles fired. Marzai’s legs flinched as she hitched gently in the noose. Then her bowels gave way with a loud fart.

The spectators roared with laughter and cheers. “Let’s give her a big round of applause, shall we?”

The audience gave Marzai a standing ovation. It looked like the nightclub was going to be a huge success. All they had to do was keep finding a sweet young thing to hang every once in a while.

2019 (written Dec 10 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by a story idea and renders courtesy of Mike Hunt, which are included for illustration purposes.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (3)

Coming October rewards

The final Joia chapter.
Another Shelly chapter as we approach the climax to the story.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A third chapter to Santa and the two sisters.
A third chapter to the Melissa story.
A “dry” story I did some years ago using pictures of the former Mrs. Riwa.
Dorothy ends up in a Houdini tank.
A spastic pool vacuum.
A trio of brunettes find themselves in big trouble.
Emma finds herself in a wetsuit in a web.
And a couple other stories.

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

There have been some stresses this month. Naturally I worry about my mother’s health. Some visits are better than others. But I’m appreciative of every day I have with her.

I’ve been reminded yet again how precious life is. Anything can happen. We are witnessing events happening all over the planet – floods, fires, quakes, and volcanos. Life can end unexpectedly. So I figure it would be a real nice gesture on my part to try to get back to some stories I’ve written that need to be concluded before something happens to me. Just my luck I’ll get crushed by a gigantic spitball or the world’s largest mosquito finds me and drains me dry.

So I’m going to keep reminding myself of stories that need to be worked on. But you know by now how well I seem to be perfecting my procrastination without really trying. You are so patient and gracious, and I thank you for that.

Thank you so much for being my patrons. Take good care of yourselves. And be careful out there.

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AF’s Casting Call 3.8 (24)

Note: This is an older repost of a picture story from way back.

No one answered when she knocked on the door. That’s when she found herself becoming concerned. “Shit. I hope he’s here. This is supposed to be the right address. Maybe he’s outside somewhere.”

She circled around back and found the pool. But there was no sign of him. He wasn’t at the shed either. Where could he be?

She looked around and saw a small lake a few yards away. There was a dock with some guy sitting on it. “Maybe that’s him over there,” she said hopefully to herself.

She walked over and spoke to him. “Hi, my name’s Diamond. Is this where the audition’s being held?”

“This is the place. My name’s Tim. Glad you could make it.”

Diamond sat down next to him, grateful she’d found him. He was the producer who might be the one to get her career going. She was relieved he was still taking auditions.

“As I mentioned on the phone, I’m auditioning a woman for the pool scene in my next film. I think you might be good for the role. But you’ll have to be underwater for some of the take. I need to know how long you can hold your breath so I can get the shot I need.”

“Well, I have been practicing in my bathtub, so… I’m sure I’m up for the part.” She nervously played with several strands of her hair, not wanting to blow this opportunity.

“Ok, let’s hit the pool and rehearse your scene.”

They stood up and walked up the slope to the pool area. “Wait here,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting you this soon. I need to get some equipment. I’ll be right back.”

As he went off to the house, Diamond sat down on the concrete by the water’s edge. She really wanted this role. But he was acting indifferent. Was it possible he was going to audition other actresses for the part?

‘What can I do to impress this guy?’ she thought to herself.  ‘I really do want to be in this film. It could be just the thing that jump-starts my career.’

She suddenly got an idea. ‘I know,’ she thought as she stood up.

She removed her sweats before hanging them on the pool fence, revealing the bikini she’d worn in anticipation of being in the water. Then she reached behind her back. Diamond untied her top, revealing what she hoped would be her two biggest assets in getting the part.

The producer came around the fence and was surprised to see her breasts on display. He smiled as he told her, “Oh… you don’t need to audition topless. That’s just required for the actual film.”

“Well I don’t mind,” she told him with a knowing smile. “Do you?”

“Not at all,” he answered cheerfully. Then he got down to the business of the audition.

“As I explained on the phone, you’ll be tied up for your scenes. So I want to make this audition as realistic as possible. You don’t mind, do you?” In response she shook her head no as she brought her arms behind her back.

He tied her wrists together with one end of a long nylon rope. Then he showed her the system he had built for the audition. It was down in the deep end of the pool.

She looked down and saw a long pole with two pails attached to each end. The buckets stood upright, filled with some sort of weighted material. The attached pole remained a foot off the pool floor.

The nylon rope that was tied to Diamond’s wrists snaked down, looped under the pole and came back up to the surface. The free end was now in the producer’s hands. When he pulled on the rope, she would be pulled down toward the pole.

She got into the water as he finished his preparations. She didn’t mind a little underwater bondage, although she did feel a bit uncomfortable. She just assumed he knew what he was doing.

“Here’s the deal,” the producer told her. “I’m going to pull you down to the bottom of the pool. We’ll start with fifteen seconds and then do thirty. We’ll go to sixty seconds and beyond until we determine how long you can hold your breath.”

Diamond exhaled in concern, realizing what he was asking of her. “Well… I can hold my breath for about a minute.”

He smiled at her. “If you concentrate, I bet you can do better than that. I need at least three minutes out of you.”

“Three minutes??” she responded in alarm as he held her arm. Now she wasn’t so sure she would be able to pass the audition. “Three minutes is an awfully long time. But I’ll try my best.” After all, she really wanted this gig.

He let her go and watched as she went out to the middle of the deep end of the pool. She tread water easily, indicating she was comfortable keeping her head above water. When he saw her take a deep breath, he pulled on the rope.

Diamond was pulled backwards down to the bottom of the pool. It was a bit disconcerting. But she seemed to be managing it ok.

She closed her eyes and focused on holding her breath. She tried not to expend any energy as she drifted there topless. If she concentrated, maybe she really could hold her breath long enough to get the part.

The producer actually held her down for twenty-five seconds before he let go of the rope in his hands. Diamond felt the nylon go slack as her body began to drift upward. She kicked the rest of the way to the surface where she popped up and gasped for breath.

“See how easy that was?” he called out to her.

“Not bad for a first time,” she called back. “I’m pretty sure I can go longer.”

She felt the rope tighten on her wrists. Diamond quickly filled her lungs. Then she was pulled downward toward the bottom of the pool.

Once more she concentrated on holding her breath. She closed her eyes and tried to remain perfectly still. Her legs dangled underneath her as she tried not to kick. The only thing that mattered now was improving her breath-hold time.

She wasn’t sure how long she was under before she felt slack in the rope, allowing her to drift upward. She figured that was her signal to surface. Once again Diamond kicked herself up to get another breath.

She popped up and panted for breath as she tread water. She hadn’t been straining for air all that much. That’s when she realized she could have gone longer.

“How long was that?” she called out.

“A minute,” he replied. “You were doing so well I thought I’d let you hold your breath longer. Ready to go back down?”

She took a couple deep breaths before nodding her head. “We’re going to go longer, ok?” She nodded her head again before taking another deep breath.

The producer was becoming hopeful. This one showed promise. Maybe she could hold her breath the entire three minutes for the scene he needed to shoot.

“Here we go!” he called out. Diamond inhaled loudly. Then he pulled her back down. This time he was liable to stretch it past a minute-thirty… maybe even longer…

Diamond went right to the bottom until she felt her feet touch the pool floor. Once more she closed her eyes and focused on holding her breath. By concentrating, she felt confident she could reach two minutes if given enough practice. But she wanted to make three if she could so she could earn the part before he found some other bitch to give it to.

Up at the surface, the phone went off in the producer’s back pocket. He cursed under his breath. It always happened when you were in the middle of auditioning someone. And a call at this time of the day usually meant trouble.

He fumbled with the rope and the phone until he could get the damned thing to his ear.

“Yeah? …yeah. …yeah? …hang up? Are you sure? Hang on a second, I got the script…” Inwardly he was cursing again, suspecting this was not going to be good.

At the bottom of the pool, Diamond squirmed a little. She could felt pangs of discomfort in her stomach. He was definitely keeping her down longer this time.

She released a few bubbles out of her nose and mouth. She was ok for the moment. But how long was he going to keep her down on this one?

The producer was not happy. It was an issue with his other actress. Why the hell did she have to do this to him?

“I need her next Thursday… no, I need her next Thursday… no, I’m not going to negotiate the price with her… no, we’re not going to change the script for her either…”

—–

Down below Diamond lost a few more bubbles. She could feel the strain in her lungs now as she started to struggle. Why the hell was he pushing her so hard on this one??

She kicked and squirmed as more air slipped out of her nostrils. Her head twisted back and forth as she strained against the rope, trying to keep her flowing hair out of her face. She tried jerking on the rope her wrists were secured to in an effort to let that son-of-a-bitch know he needed to let her up.

He was facing away from the pool in frustration, his anger growing. “Okay – okay – okay – okay. We’ll pay her the extra money she wants, just as long as she’s gonna do the nude scene, ok? What do you mean ‘she wants more exposure’?? She’s going to be nude; remember?”

—–

At the bottom of the pool Diamond was close to panicking. Why the hell wasn’t he letting her up?? Her struggles became more desperate as she fought to get back to the surface. She cried out as she twisted and jerked about.

The agony in her chest was getting worse. She wanted to inhale in the worst way. A bubbly scream was torn out of her lungs as she jerked hard on her bindings.

Her face twisted in a grimace of agony. What the hell was he trying to do?? She couldn’t hold her breath much longer!

Diamond screamed her breath away. She couldn’t help sucking water down her throat. In response, her windpipe instantly closed off.

She violently thrashed about, her body reacting to her inability to breathe. Her senses promptly overloaded. A moment later she went limp.

He was so focused on the phone call, he’d totally forgotten about the girl in the pool. “…schedule her for next Thursday at 10am! Tell her ‘don’t be late’ or she gets nothing, all right? I’ll talk to you later.”

He ended the call before turning to look at the pool. “OH, SHIT!” That’s when he tossed the rope into the water.

The slack allowed Diamond’s body to drift up to the surface. She floated face down in the pool. There was no coughing or gasping for breath… no obscenities spewed in his direction for keeping her down so long.

He stared at her lifeless body as it bobbed in the water. All he could do was shake his head with regret. “I guess three minutes was a little too long. Damn shame. She was the best lookin’ one of the bunch.”

There was nothing he could do about her now. Calling an ambulance would only throw him further off his schedule. But he couldn’t very well leave her floating out in his pool, could he?

He fished her out of the water. Then he carried her topless form out back. He had a yellow barrel that was empty next to his shed. That would work.

He dumped her unceremoniously into the bottom of it. He glanced at her for a long moment. Then he shook his head as he placed a piece of plywood over the top.

There was no time to deal with her now. There was too much to do. Besides, there were plenty more where she came from, an inexhaustible supply of bimbos to choose from…

—–

His next audition wore a dive mask as she slowly moved along the bottom of the pool. Sammi paused every now and then to pose and posture for the producer who was watching from above. The part involved holding her breath for a long time, and she wanted to impress him.

She tried everything she could think of, including wearing her light, blue-print sun dress. She posed and teased him a couple of times. She did everything she could think of.

She really wanted the part, hoping it would help get her career on track. Now it was time to show off her assets. She swam to the slope of the deep end and reclined against it. When he looked down at her he would get a great view of her cleavage.

She slowly pulled one shoulder strap down and then the other. She smiled slyly at him as she exposed her breasts. This should get her the part for sure!

She caressed them as she held her breath, showing how she wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable being underwater. She could act for him above AND below the surface. And she could hold her breath for as long as he needed her to.

She slowly surfaced, playing the part of the temptress. Sammi removing the dive mask and set it down on the concrete surrounding the pool. Then she looked up at him and coyly asked, “How’s that?”

“That was great!” he replied enthusiastically, having totally forgotten about the girl he had just drowned. “That’s just what I’m looking for! But now we need to rehearse the actual scene I’m auditioning you for. So climb on out so I can tie you up.”

“I like to be tied up!” she told him eagerly.

She pulled the straps to her dress back up over her shoulders. Then she lifted herself out of the pool, sitting on the edge. Minutes later, he’d secured the nylon rope to her wrists behind her back.

“For this scene I want you to pretend you’re in real danger. I want good facial expressions of fear and agony.”

“No problem,” she replied. “It’s a drowning scene? I can do a drowning scene! I LOVE the water!”

He pulled on his end of the rope. Sammi was pulled down to the bottom of the pool in her sun dress. Her feet touched before she started kicking her legs, trying to act afraid and panicked.

Sammi twisted and struggled while holding her breath. How long did he want her to struggle? Hadn’t he said something about three minutes? That was a long time, but she figured she could manage it.

Her body drifted upward. She thought maybe she was going to get another breath. But he pulled her back down before she could reach the surface.

She kicked and struggled, really needing to breathe. Somehow she managed to burst up to the surface. She gasped loudly for breath, wondering why he’d kept her down like that.

“Don’t leave me under so long, ok? I’m not a fucking fish, you know!”

“Don’t worry,” he replied cheerily. “I’ve done this before. Back under you go!” He was being much too enthusiastic for her peace of mind.

Down she went as he yanked on the rope. Once more she kicked and struggled. This was turning out to be a lot more anxiety-inducing that she’d anticipated.

By now Sammi was starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing. He was enjoying pulling her down too much. What kind of part was she auditioning for anyway?

The longer he watched her struggle, the more excited he became. She was really playing her part well. The fear in her expression was intoxicating.

He hadn’t gotten the chance to watch the first girl drown because of that damned phone call. But this was what he was looking for. If he was this aroused, imagine how the customers would react upon seeing the very same thing in his film!

—–

Sammi struggled to reach the surface, only to get pulled back down. She could feel it in her lungs now as she started bubbling in alarm. Why the hell wasn’t he pulling her back up for her next breath??

He put on a dive mask and weight belt, deciding he wanted to drown this one in person. He wanted to witness a drowning up close and personal so as to perfect the scene he wanted to shoot for his movie. Besides, he was fully prepared to drown her and then audition another girl.

He eagerly slipped into the water, surprised how aroused he’d become. Then he swam down to her. Sammi thought he was going to free her, only for him to grab on and start tearing at her dress.

Her mind cried out, “What the hell are you doing?? Get me back to the surface before I drown!!”

She slipped out of his grip and kicked toward the surface. But he grabbed onto the rope still attached to her wrists behind her back. Then he pulled her back down.

Air spewed out through her lips as she struggled to get free. The panic was obvious in her features. ‘That’s great!’ he thought happily. ‘That’s exactly the expression I’m going for! Perfect!’

She let out a bubbly scream. But he loved that too. A bubbly cry as the damsel drowns would fit the scene even better.

She broke free and shot for the surface. Sammi barely got a mouthful of air before he pulled on the rope and yanked her back under. She screamed again, causing a flurry of bubbles to dance for the surface.

The producer decided the screams really added to the scene. He would have to make sure the next girl he auditioned would give him the bubbly screams he wanted. But he wanted to finish drowning this one to see exactly what he wanted in his movie.

The part called for her to go topless. This he now wanted to see. That meant the dress had to go.

He wrapped his legs around her squirming body. Then he pulled the dress up over her head. It nicely exposed those lovely, jiggling boobs of hers.

She twisted away, trying to break free. She got close enough to the surface to pop up and snag a quick breath. But it was a painfully small one.

As he pulled hard on the rope, she let out another bubbly scream of terror as she was jerked down, kicking and struggling the entire time. The producer pulled her closer. Then he finished working the dress off her body and down her arms.

Tearing it free, he tossed it aside, maintaining his hold on the rope attached to her wrists. Then he stretched out on the bottom of the pool courtesy of the belt around his waist. Now he wanted to watch this model drown for him.

Sammi was horrified. It had all gone horribly wrong. Now it seemed as though he was actually going to drown her!

Her hair flowed around her face as she struggled not to inhale. She was out of breath, her lungs heaving ominously. It was agony, especially the way he was holding onto the rope as though intent on drowning her.

Involuntarily, she gulped a mouthful of water. Her body convulsed as she fought to keep from inhaling. Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving insistently.

Her mouth gaped open as she lost the last of her breath. He was holding onto the rope, preventing her from reaching the surface. She was horrified at the thought he actually wanted to drown her.

The producer watched her struggles and her facial features. It looked like she was about to drown. He found himself eager to push her all the way to the end just to see it for himself.

The whole damned thing was shockingly interrupted. The girl he’d thought he’d drowned was seemingly back from the dead! She appeared in the water from out of nowhere, working the rope loose enough for Sammi to make a mad dash for the surface.

For a brief moment she struggled with the producer, trying to entangle him in the loose nylon. But he kicked and struggled too much. Giving up, she shot up for the surface.

She burst up panting loudly for breath. The girl she’d saved was coughing and wheezing. Diamond asked, “Are you all right?”

Sammi cried out, “He tried to kill me!”

“He tried to kill me too! C’mon, let’s go get him and teach him a fuckin’ lesson!”

The producer popped up for a breath. That’s when they ganged up on him. They pushed him down toward the bottom of the pool, determined to drown the bastard.

They grappled with him, trying to keep him on the bottom of the pool. But they were rapidly using up their oxygen reserves. The struggle was making it hard for them to stay down while holding their breath, much less keeping him on the bottom.

They worked together, fighting to keep him on the pool floor while avoiding his flailing arms as he grabbed for them. But he put up a remarkable resistance. They couldn’t believe the bastard had such stamina to be able to remain on the bottom like that.

He grabbed Diamond and held onto her for a moment. But she managed to break away and swim to the surface. She was out of breath and had to go back up, leaving him to struggle with the girl she’d just rescued.

He was trying to get a good hold in order to drown her when Diamond came back down. She tried to distract him, allowing Sammi to shoot up for a breath. Now Diamond was the one struggling to keep him down without drowning in the process.

Sammi struggled to catch her breath. The explosion of bubbles indicated the struggle taking place below. She was getting tired, but she could not leave that woman to her fate, not when she’d just saved her from drowning.

She filled her lungs and then swam back down. She had to help that woman! They had to drown this bastard before he managed to drown another model. Thus, she returned to join the bubbly fray.

Diamond was pushing down on him, keeping him on the pool floor when the other woman returned. Together they fought to prevent him from reaching the air he had once tried to deny them. They pushed, prodded, and grabbed anything that moved in an effort to keep him down on the pool floor.

Diamond was forced to break off and swim back to the surface again. She gulped in a quick lungful of air. Then she quickly returned to help her topless ally.

The producer struggled feebly before he stopped moving altogether. Sammi tapped Diamond’s arm and pointed upward. They surfaced together, leaving his body to sway in the turbulence of the struggle.

They reached the surface and gasped mightily for breath, amazed it had taken so long to drown the bastard. “Sonofabitch is dead now!” Sammi gasped with exhaustion. Diamond could only pant heavily, feeling tired all over.

Diamond was in shock over how long he could hold his breath underwater. She shook her head as she finally found her voice. “It took us about five minutes to kill his ass! DAMN!”

They only had a moment to savor their victory. Then they were suddenly pulled underwater together. What the hell…??!!

It was the producer! Was he back from the dead? Had they not finished him off??

SHIT!

The women were totally caught off-guard. They were shocked they hadn’t succeeded in drowning him. That gave him time to wrap his legs tightly around Diamond’s waist while grabbing Sammi by the wrists

He dragged both women with him he swam down to the pole. He was determined to leave one of them tied to it. He lassoed Sammi’s wrists with the rope and wrapped them as fast as he could.

Diamond struggled between his legs. But she couldn’t wriggle free. All she could do was watch in horror as he tied the other woman to that wooden pole stretched between the two buckets on the bottom of the pool.

Sammi cried out in alarm as she struggled to free herself. There was so much rope, and her wrists were tied together. She couldn’t free herself!!

Diamond struggled to get out from between his legs. But they were clamped tightly around her waist. She wouldn’t be able to help the other girl if she couldn’t save herself!

The producer finally shed the weight belt. With Diamond between his legs, he was able to go up to get the breath of air he badly needed. With one bimbo roped to the pole, all he had to do was push down with his feet to keep the other submerged so he could drown her.

Freed from between his legs, Diamond tried to reach the surface. But the producer blocked her path. He wasn’t letting her past him to reach the air she needed.

She tried moving around him. But he kept himself between her and the surface of the pool. No matter what she did, he refused to let her up.

She tried swimming away, trying to get far enough ahead of him to reach the surface. He simply swam after her, intercepting her and preventing her from getting up. She was too focused on her own survival to go to the aid of the woman she’d previously freed from all that rope, the same woman who was now tied up again and drowning!

Sammi was left to fend for herself. She was secured to the pole by several lengths of nylon rope. She tugged and pulled, but it wouldn’t come free. She even tried to pry it off with her teeth, desperate to free herself.

She couldn’t believe how the tide had turned. She thought for sure they had drowned the bastard! Sammi gnawed on the knot, a bubbly groan of despair escaping her lips as she worked it with her teeth…

—–

Every time Diamond pushed to reach the surface, he pushed her back down. It had become a Mexican stand-off. The only problem was: he was the one breathing at the surface, while she was not.

Twisting and turning, she swam off again. He followed her every move, swimming just above her. He kept pushing her down, preventing her from reaching the surface…

—–

Sammi gave up using her mouth. She yanked and jerked on the rope, hoping it would somehow work loose. She kicked with her legs, struggling to find any way of making it back to the surface….

—–

As Diamond pushed up, he pushed down on her. She spun, turned and twisted. But he was always there, directly above her and blocking her path.

She swam into the shallow end, hoping to be able to stand up at some point. He swam directly over her, preventing her from getting her head up. Then he reached down, wrapping his legs around her again. There was no thought as to what was happening to the other woman in the pool…

—–

Sammi was desperate to try anything. She even grabbed the pole and lifted with all her might. It bent from the weight in each bucket.

She managed to raise it about a foot. But she couldn’t get it any higher. She strained with all her might, losing bubbles of air from a great effort. Her face was a mask of desperation as her lungs heaved from a breathless inferno in her chest…

Diamond closed her eyes from the burn of chlorine in the water. She focused on holding what little breath she had left for as long as she could. Her cheeks bulged as her arms waved feebly.

She tried to kick her way out of his grip. But he was too strong. And she was too exhausted.

He smiled, sensing impending victory. The other bitch was still struggling with the rope and the pole in the deep end. It looked like she wasn’t getting free any time soon.

That left this one. She seemed tired… exhausted. Surely her bubbly demise was not far off. Now it was easy to push down and keep her between his legs…

With a burst of adrenaline Sammi lifted the buckets two feet off the ground, only to grow weary and have them fall back down with a thud. She yanked on the rope in desperation, having exhausted all other options. Her lungs were on fire… and she was so tired, so very tired…

The producer pulled Diamond to the side of the pool. It was easy to flip her upside down. Instinctively she grabbed her nose, struggling not to flood her sinuses to the point where she might involuntarily inhale.

She flailed weakly, her chest heaving as her breasts bobbed. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Her lungs screamed for more air.

Sammi thrashed about, kicking desperately as her breasts jiggled wildly. She was too exhausted to struggle much longer. Her cheeks bulged as she poured what little energy she had left into holding her breath…

—–

Diamond continued to struggle uselessly against the side of the pool. Upside down, she was helpless, unable to get free. Her eyes remained closed as her lungs screamed at her.

The producer glanced into the deep end. Bubbles were coming up. Then he looked down at Diamond, wondering who was going to drown first. It made his cock stiffen with anticipation…

—–

Sammi’s cheeks bulged as though her mouth were full of marbles. She looked up helplessly at the surface. Just one breath… all she wanted was just one little breath…

—–

Diamond gurgled as water invaded her lungs. Then she started convulsing. The producer wrapped an arm around her and hauled her off toward the steps of the shallow end.

He sat down and turned her over so he could watch her face. He wanted to view her final moments. He wrapped a leg around her to make sure she wouldn’t drift up as air bubbled freely out of her mouth…

A burst of air fled Sammi’s heaving lungs. She reflexively inhaled, gurgling and hitching. She coughed another burst of air as she looked up at the surface, her mind screaming in horror…

Unhindered, air trickled steadily out of Diamond’s lungs. She spasmed and convulsed painfully. Her breasts wobbled with every hitch and shudder…

—–

Sammi convulsed and gurgled. Another burst of air billowed out of her mouth. Her lungs rapidly flooded, filling with pool water……

—–

Diamond’s body convulsed, all caught up in the throes of drowning. A few small bursts of air escaped past her lips. The producer calmly brushed her hair with his hand as he creamed himself…

—–

Buoyancy caused Sammi’s legs to point upward toward the surface. She was no longer struggling. She simply hung limp and lifeless, tethered to the pole by the nylon rope wrapped around her wrists…

—–

A few bubbles slipped past Diamond’s lips. The producer pushed into her stomach, forcing out the rest of her air. She hitched as a few more solitary bubbles slipped away…

Sammi’s body floated parallel to the pool bottom, her arms still attached to the pole by the rope. Her long, flowing hair obscured her face…

A final trickle of bubbles slipped away from Diamond’s lips as though emerging from somewhere deep inside her. The producer continued to brush her hair, reminding himself that she was, after all, the best of the bunch. Then he stood up.

He grabbed Diamond in tow and pulled her toward the deep end to check on Sammi. It didn’t take long to spot her lifeless body floating next to the pole. She had drowned as well.

Inspired, he pulled Diamonds body down to the pole and attached it by the wrists with some leftover rope. They floated together, tethered to the pole. He admired the two drowned women as they drifted together in their macabre dance of death.

‘Now that’s the image I want for my movie!’ he decided with a surge of perverse excitement. ‘I gotta call the studio. Maybe they can send over a few more girls. I’ll keep doing this as long as I have to until I get it right…’

2004; 2019 (written Nov 23 ’04; ed. Oct 16 ‘19 by riwa)

(Inspiration and pictures are from Aqua fantasies “Casting Call” and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Luring a French maid (to her hanging) 4.3 (33)

Re-edited from an earlier post

“It’s the best French maid costume I’ve ever seen!” Dara gushed as they stood in the private room. Sounds of the Halloween party could be heard down the hall in the main room.

“It is?” Macy asked excitedly, quite pleased her outfit seemed to be a winning costume.

“It sure is, hun!” Treva told her. “You win the grand prize! You get to star in an upcoming scene in our next movie!”

“What’s the scene?” the excited French maid asked.

They pointed her in the direction of a noose dangling from the ceiling. A wooden stool lay directly underneath. A camera on a tripod stood nearby.

“Is it an execution scene?” Macy asked.  Or am I the victim of a serial killer?” She actually seemed enthusiastic.

“A serial killer, hun,” Dara told her. “Let’s have you stand in front of the stool so we can get a few stills.”

The French maid willingly took her place in front of the stool. She smiled as she shifted into different poses. Dara went behind the camera and took a few pictures.

Afterwards she motioned at her friend. “Treva, should we get her up on the stool? We could frame the noose around her face.”

“Great idea, Dara! Let’s do it. You don’t mind; do you, Macy?”

“Why should I mind?” the French maid replied, excited she might actually get to play a part in a movie.

Treva helped her up onto the stool, making sure she stayed balanced on her heels. She was positioned so her face was framed by the noose. That’s when Dara got behind the camera and took a few more pictures as Macy posed precariously.

“That’s good,” Dara observed. Then she motioned with her hand as she told her, “Now try to look ‘in character’. Try to look scared.”

The girl in the French maid costume did her best to look alarmed. She nervously eyed the coil before her as several more pictures were taken. “How’s that?” she finally asked after a few moments.

“That’s great. Now put your head in the noose.”

Treva stepped in and helped steady her as Macy looped it around her throat. Then she stepped back out of the shot as Dara took a few more pictures. Macy posed as best she could, trying to maintain her balance while appearing frightened as her arms hung at her sides.

“Something’s not right,” Dara observed as she stepped back from the camera.

“What’s wrong?” Treva asked.

“We need the bondage look. Put the cuffs on her. She won’t mind… right, hun?”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” the French maid gushed. “Actually, this is kind of exciting. Do you think I’ll get the part?”

“With that outfit and the way you’re posing for us? I’m sure of it!

Treva cuffed the girl’s arms behind her back. “It’s getting a little hard to balance on this stool,” Macy observed nervously.

“That’s ok,” Dara told her. “We won’t be much longer.”

Treva snugged the noose tight around Macy’s neck. Dara stepped up to the camera. Then she snapped off a few more pictures. “Looks good,” Treva observed as she stood out of the way.

Macy did her best to continue posing. She was nervous about her balance. Thus, the alarm she presented was quite realistic.

“Almost done,” Dara called out. “We just need a couple more for your portfolio.” Then she smiled knowingly at her companion…

“I’m ready, Treva. Kick the stool out from underneath her, and I’ll take a few more.”

“Kick the stool out… WHAT??”

Macy’s eyes flew open in surprise. A moment later the stool was kicked away, skittering across the floor. The noose instantly took her full weight.

She only dropped a couple of inches. But the rope tightened ominously around her throat. It had the effect of nearly cutting off her breath.

She rasped and gurgled as she struggled to get a decent amount of air down her windpipe. Her feet instinctively kicked and pedaled as she fought the noose. “That’s it; make it realistic, hun!” Dara called out enthusiastically as she kept snapping photos.

The girl in the French maid costume frantically jerked her arms up and down behind her back. But it was all in vain as she rasped for breath. Her feet fluttered for solid footing as she choked and gurgled.

The skirt of her outfit fluttered from her fight with the noose. Her struggles lessened considerably as her chest heaved. She could no longer get any air down into her lungs.

She finally became too exhausted to kick anymore. Her body made little twitching motions as stray muscles fired from sporadic nerve impulses. That’s when a stain appeared in her skirt as droplets hit the floor.

“That’s great” Dara gasped as she continued snapping pictures. “Pissing yourself was a nice touch! Keep it up; you’re doing great!”

The French maid hung limp as her body gently twisted and swayed. Treva came up to the strangled girl and placed a couple of fingers against her carotid artery. “Anything?” Dara asked.

“Almost gone” was the reply. “Her heart’s barely beating. Get my picture with her, ok?”

She wrapped an arm around Macy’s waist. A couple more photos were snapped. Then the girls switched places so Dara could have her picture taken with the dangling body.

As a last treat, they set the timer. Then they stood on either side of their gullible victim. The camera took pictures of Dara and Treva standing with Macy’s corpse dangling between them.

“Give her one last swing,” Dara said to her conspiring friend as she walked behind the camera one last time. “I want to get a few more shots of her swaying back and forth.”

The lifeless body was given a gentle push, setting her to twisting and swinging. Her face had turned purple as her neck lengthened considerably. Dara snapped a few more pictures until she was fully satisfied.

“That’s perfect!” she told the corpse with a big smile. “These are just what we were looking for! You did great!”

She walked up to Treva and put an arm around her. “These blondes are so gullible. Let’s go back to the Halloween party and see who else we can pick up. I want to see if we can get one to stick her head in that guillotine down in the basement.”

They packed up their camera and tripod. Then the two conspirators giggled as they walked out of the room. The girl in the French maid costume was simply left to hang quietly, having given the one and only performance the two wicked bitches were looking for.

2013; 2019 (written Oct 30 ’13; ed. Dec 2 ‘19 by riwa)

(Picture found on the net and added for illustration purposes only.)

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A short interrogation 2.8 (24)

Note: a re-edited Dorothy story from 2014

As soon as Dorothy stepped through the door, she knew she was in trouble. It wasn’t the uniformed men standing beside each of her girls sitting in the main foyer, nor was it the worried look in Aneeqa’s eyes. It was the sound of the cocking of a luger in her ear.

She made herself sound cheerful. “Captain Klossman, I presume?” Then she turned to face him.

“How good of you to come. I suppose you and your men are looking for the usual discount?”

“Not at all, mademoiselle,” he responded formally. “I know where you have been. I can assure you the Gestapo does not like it in the slightest.”

Dorothy didn’t even bat an eye. “Well then we’ll just have to give them the same discount. Right girls?”

She saw Aneeqa try to smile bravely at her words. But there was a haunted look in her eyes. It was the look of a woman who believed her life was about to come to a rather abrupt end.

The captain motioned toward the door with his luger. “You and your girls will come with me, mademoiselle. Major Mossman of the Gestapo wishes to see you.” That’s when soldiers lifted their rifles, causing the other girls of her brothel to nervously rise.

Dorothy was not surprised at the sudden appearance of a lorry pulling up to the door. The good captain had planned for everything, even going so far as to arrange transport for her and her girls. Her only question now was how he and the Gestapo had found out.

Was her contact in danger? She certainly hoped not. But there was nothing she could do about it now. No matter how much this Major Mossman of the Gestapo tortured her, she was not about to give him up.

One by one the soldiers assisted the girls up into the back of the lorry. Then they climbed in with them. A few moments later it lumbered off, leaving Dorothy to wonder if she would ever return to grace the halls of her establishment to once again ply her trade.

Aneeqa sat beside her. Dorothy carefully touched her friend’s exposed knee. It was their code when amongst strangers, especially the enemy…

“Do they know anything?”

Her friend patted her hand three times… “I do not know.” Then she squeezed her fingers reassuringly… “I told them nothing.” Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently it was not Aneeqa who had betrayed the cause.

As the truck lumbered through the streets of the French town, Dorothy reassuringly grasped her friend’s elbow… “I understand. We shall remain silent.”

Aneeqa grasped her hand upon her knee encouragingly… “Yes, we shall.” Surely their intimate gestures would not arouse suspicion. But the two of them could not help wondering about the other girls.

Had one of them spilled the beans? It seemed unlikely. Still, it was possible there was a traitor in their midst.

Dorothy had no idea where they were being taken. It certainly seemed like they were going for a very long ride. Her hopes of ever returning to the brothel sank lower and lower with the passage of time.

The lorry made several turns as it slowed down. Dorothy thought she detected the aroma of the sea on the wind. Then the truck came to a halt.

The back opened and the captain appeared. He motioned for his men to get out. Then he indicated they should bring the women out as well.

Dorothy discovered they were on a beach. She gasped in dismay at what she saw down at the water’s edge. Five posts stood upon the shore sticking up out of the sand.

At a command from the captain Dorothy and her girls were taken over. Each girl was secured to a different post. Clearly this did not bode well.

“Captain?” Dorothy called out, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “Are we here to serve the mermen of the sea?”

He appeared not to be the least bit amused. He coldly responded, “Major Mossman will be with you in due course, mademoiselle. Our orders are to leave you here.”

“But the tide…” Aneeqa started to say in alarm.

“Yes, mademoiselle… the tide” was all the captain replied with a knowing smile.

The soldiers walked back to the truck. The five women were left to stand bound to their posts in the early afternoon sun. The men piled into the back of the lorry. Then it drove off, leaving the women standing all alone with their backs to the incoming sea.

Dorothy waited until the lorry was gone before she looked down the row at her girls. They were clearly frightened. Were there any listening devices? She did not see any and decided to chance it.

“Did anyone talk?”

They all shook their heads at her. Elise and Helene, the two younger ones both murmured, “No, mademoiselle.”

“Could they have found out from someone else?” she quietly asked Aneeqa who was bound to the post next to her. “Or will the Major come to interrogate us as promised?”

“I do not know, ma cherie,” Aneeqa responded with a sad little smile. “I suspect we shall find out soon enough.”

“That is if they do not drown us first,” Dorothy replied dryly. A brief struggle to wriggle out of her bonds proved fruitless.

“Perhaps this is their way of making us talk?” Aneeqa suggested, the worry evident in her features.

The other girls had overheard and were adamant. “We shall NEVER talk!” little Elise at the end of the row loudly proclaimed.

She acted as though she was speaking for all. She proudly hefted her chest, displaying what had made her such a hit with the men who frequented their establishment. The other girls nodded their agreement.

Dorothy smiled with fondness in their direction. But the tide was ominously coming in. The water was up to their knees when they heard the sound of a lorry approaching. Did it contain the dreaded Major Mossman?

“Courage girls!” Dorothy declared. “We speak not a word! Vive la France!”

“Vive la France!” the girls cried out in unison.

The lorry drove onto the sand. It pulled up and halted less than 25 meters away. The lorry displayed its canvas side to the girls as they stood in rising water.

The passenger door opened. A stern looking man in his thirties stepped out. He was wearing the uniform of the Gestapo as he walked down to the girls with a riding crop in his hands.

He slapped it into his palm. Then he walked over toward Dorothy, avoiding getting his boots wet. He briefly inspected her and the others in line all secured to their posts.

She and her girls were dressed as tarts, not something one might wear to an interrogation. But it did nothing for him, as he paused at the water’s edge. He was all business as he stood a full 5 meters away from where the girls were already standing in deepening water.

“Mademoiselle?” he called out to her sternly. “We have been tracking messages being sent to and coming from your establishment. Would you please divulge the contents of these messages?”

“We have received no messages,” Dorothy responded politely, trying to act confused at his claim. “And we have sent no messages, unless you are referring to those intended for your officers and enlisted men to come seek a little companionship from the ravages of war.” She smiled as though he should fully understand the nature of her profession.

“These would be special messages, mademoiselle,” he told her, allowing a hint of menace in his voice. “These would be messages sent to and received from the Allies?”

He looked down at the water having risen to her knees. He nodded with a faint smile as though acknowledging the danger she and her girls were in. “Mademoiselle, I would suggest you cooperate. As you can tell, there is not much time to discuss the matter.” He used his riding crop to motion at the tide coming in by way of explanation.

“I know of no such messages,” Dorothy replied, shaking her head.

The major sighed heavily. “Yah, I see.”

He calmly took a couple of steps to his left until he was facing Aneeqa. “And what about you, mademoiselle?”

“I know of no such messages” was Aneeqa’s firm reply.

He stepped over a couple more spaces to face Helene. “And you, mademoiselle?”

“I know of no such messages, Herr Major.”

Two paces farther over. “And you?” he asked Brigitte.

“I’m sorry, Herr Major. But I know of no such messages.”

Two further steps to the left. “What about you?”

“No, Herr Major,” Elise answered politely, shaking her head. “I know of no such messages.”

He sighed heavily. “Yah, it is as I suspected.”

He abruptly slammed his riding crop into the palm of his hand. The younger women flinched. Dorothy remained steadfast, although her heart beat fast. She sensed this was not going to end well.

“So be it, mademoiselles.”

He strode back to the passenger side of the lorry. He muttered something about it certainly being a very short interrogation. Dorothy was surprised. Was that it??

When he reached the lorry he pounded twice on the edge of the cab with the palm of his hand. The canvas abruptly rolled up along the side of the transport. What was revealed was a heavy machine gun on a tripod, fully manned and at the ready.

The gunner wasted no time taking aim at the five young women. There was hardly a pause. Then he started firing with no preamble whatsoever.

The gun went off with a noisy rat-a-tat-tat. At the end of the line Elise sported a look of complete and utter shock as her body took a half dozen slugs before she even got the chance to scream. She slumped against her post, blood coming up out of her mouth as her eyes stared in astonishment.

At that moment the rest of Dorothy’s girls instantly realized the interrogation had come to a quick end. They all started screaming as the gun continued its rat-a-tat-tat. Brigitte’s screams were silenced forever as she grunted and then slumped forward, her body riddled with slugs.

Helene barely had time to scream Dorothy’s name at the top of her lungs before the gun swung over to include her in its sights. She also grunted as she slumped, several rivulets of blood pumping out of her severely riddled body. By now the tide had begun to redden with the addition of a new color of liquid around the submerged legs of the women being gunned down.

Dorothy screamed the whole time, numb with shock to the point she was unaware she was doing it. She watched her girls being methodically gunned down one by one. She was just starting to blurt out the name of her dear friend – “Aneeqa – NOO!” when there was another rat-a-tat-tat.

The bullets tore into Aneeqa’s body. The poor girl dance obscenely against the post she was tied to. Then she slumped over in death.

In a split-second Dorothy’s life flashed before her eyes. Then she started to scream for herself as the gunfire came in her direction. Hot lead tore into her body until she jerked like a marionette as she was riddled with bullets.

Her screams were silenced as she too slumped against the post she was secured to. For a moment there was silence save the sound of the tide coming in. Then the good major hit the side of the lorry twice with the palm of his hand.

The canvas came back down along the side of the lorry. The gunner was hidden as before. It looked like nothing more than a common transport.

The Major took one last look at the five bodies slumped and bleeding into the afternoon tide. “A short interrogation indeed,” he observed. Then he climbed into the passenger side of the lorry. It roared off, the wheels kicking up sand. Five bleeding, bullet-riddled tarts were left tied to their posts as a stern warning to anyone who might dare side with the Allies against the Third Reich.

2014 (written for Dorothy and Rifleman Feb 16 ’14; ed. Mar 26 ‘20 by riwa)

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Acting out Riwa’s story 4.4 (43)

“What’s his next story?”

“This one should be interesting.”

“What is it?”

“He says she goes down to the bottom of the pool and uses a vibrator on herself for four minutes.”

“Four minutes? That’s a long breath-hold!”

“Some of his characters can do that.”

“What happens to her at the end?”

“She doesn’t quite make it.”

“Are you telling me she drowns?”

“He doesn’t really say. Why? Do you want to know whether she drowns or not?”

“Is she left on the pool floor to drown?”

“No.”

“So let me get this straight. She’s on the pool bottom using a toy on herself for four minutes?”

“There’s a guy down there that times her.”

“And I suppose you want to be the one who times me, eh?”

“Why? Are you thinking of going down?”

“I don’t know. Sounds kind of hot.”

“All his stories are hot.”

“Some more than others.” Now she was cupping her breast, her nipples poking through her skimpy pink top.

“What? You want to act this one out?”

“If I do, do I have to stay down the full four minutes?”

“You have to according to this story.”

“What if I can’t hold my breath long enough?”

“Then I guess you’ll swallow some water down there, won’t you.” He smiles as though he might enjoy seeing that.

“A vibrator?” she asks dubiously.

“He says one of those pink, ribbed ones… like the one you have that really drives you crazy.”

“Damn! That figures. I don’t know…”

“Then why are you touching yourself right now?”

She self-consciously stops. “I don’t know. It sounds kind of… I have to use it on myself?”

“The story goes that she pushes it in up at the surface, turns it on and then goes down to the bottom of the pool to hold her breath. The guy goes down and makes sure she stays down until her four minutes are up.”

“Gawd; I don’t know. I’m not sure I can make four minutes. But I kind of… I kind of want to try.”

“Ok. You go get the vibrator. I’ll attach some ankle weights so I can stay down with you.”

“Ok; you talked me into it.”

“No I didn’t. You want to do this. You think it’s kind of hot, don’t you?”

“Oh, shut up!”

Five minutes later they are back, sitting on the pool’s edge.

“Ok, it’s inside me. My bottoms are holding it in place. And I’ve got a weight belt around my waist so I don’t float up. Gawd, it’s… it’s really… I don’t know if I can stay down four minutes.”

“You’ll have to if you want to act out this story. I’ve got ankle weights on to help keep me down and stay with you.” Then he checks his watch. “Are you ready?”

“Gawd; it’s… it’s really buzzing inside me! I don’t know… maybe I… fuck; I’m going to do this!”

“So you want me to follow the story?”

She looks at him dubiously. Then she nods her head.

“Ok. Let’s go.”

She hyperventilates. Then she slips under, losing a few bubbles on the way down. He checks his watch before following her down.

She stops and hangs onto the bottom rung of the ladder. He shakes his head and points. She has to go all the way down and lie flat on her back.

She shakes her head, losing a couple bubbles out of her nose. He points again. She finally nods as she lets go of the bottom rung of the ladder.

She reaches the bottom and lies flat on her back on the pool floor. He kneels right next to her. She lies there and bubbles, wincing as her sinuses adjust to the sting.

He motions she needs to fuck herself with the toy. She moves her bottoms aside and grabs the end sticking out. Then she starts to thrust it in and out.

There is a quiet, yet distinct buzzing sound. She wriggles a little as she loses a little air. Then she motions she wants to go back up.

He shakes his head before motioning… “Hunh – unh. Now you’re committed.” Then he indicates the time on his watch. She’s been down for 1:30.

She winces as she wriggles a little. She stops fucking herself. So he reaches down, grabs the toy and works it in and out of her.

She winces in agony as she loses a few more bubbles. He didn’t specifically say this was a part of the story. She begins to wonder if he deliberately left a few things out.

The toy continues to buzz. She motions at his watch. He checks it before motioning back her time… 2:20.

She shakes her head and motions for the surface. He shakes his head and smiles. Then he pushes down on her chest while working the buzzing toy in and out of her.

She loses more bubbles. This wasn’t really a part of the story, was it? Did he leave out the part about the guy pushing her down and working the toy inside her? She had no idea he was going to do this to her!

She motions at the watch as more bubbles slip out of her nostrils. He signals back… 3:10. Gawd; she’s not sure she can hold her breath long enough!

The toy is driving her crazy. She wriggles and squirms as she loses more air. Then she shakes her head and motions at the surface.

He grins as he firmly pushes down on her chest. Then he really fucks her with the toy. Her eyes fly open… Surely this wasn’t part of the story, was it??

She motions at the watch on his wrist. He just smiles as he fucks her with the toy. She humps and bubbles as she motions at the watch again while wincing. But he does not give her an indication of the time.

FUCK!

Her torso begins to shimmy. She loses a burst of air as she shudders hard in orgasm. That’s when her lungs become empty.

Her eyes fly open in horror as she clamps a hand over her mouth. Her chest hitches as she swallows water. Then she begins coughing and convulsing as she grunts and gurgles.

He fucks her harder with the toy as she bucks and shudders and swallows water. The second orgasm that envelops her is incredibly intense. She can feel herself starting to lose consciousness.

He checks his watch before popping her weight belt. Then he scoops her up in his arms. He carries her up to the surface where he manages to heft her up onto the side of the pool.

She spews water out of her mouth. Then she goes into a serious coughing fit. It takes her a couple of minutes before she gets most of the moisture out of her windpipe and can breathe without coughing.

He climbs out of the water and retrieves a couple of towels. They both dry themselves off. Then he picks up the laptop and looks at it.

She gives him a skeptical look. “Don’t tell me all that was in his story, was it?”

“I, uh… I improvised a little.” He grins mischievously.

“That was terrible! I started to drown!”

“But you came twice. You also made it to four minutes.”

“No thanks to you!”

“Yes-thanks to me. I’m the one who had to keep you down in order for you to make it.”

“Bastard.” He just laughs.

She coughs again. Then she sees him studying the laptop. “What is it?”

“He just posted another one.”

“What is it this time?”

“She has to ride a cock at the bottom of the pool for four minutes.”

She looks at him and licks her lips. “Another four minutes?”

“Four minutes.”

“And does she drown again?”

He says nothing…

“You’re not telling me whether or not she drowns again?”

He just gives her a knowing look.

She notices the erection in his suit. “Damn! You WANT me to drown, don’t you! Ok – ok; you talked me into it! Besides, it looks like you need a good fuck anyway.”

“I didn’t talk you into anything.”

“Just shut up, fill your lungs, and get ready to fuck me at the bottom of the pool; ok?”

“And keep you down for four minutes or until you drown?”

She winces. Then she spits out, “Yes, damn you!” He just laughs as his cock twitches in his Speedos.

9-3-21 (inspired by the JustPaul render)

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