A short interrogation 2.8 (24)

Posted on September 12, 2021 by riwa

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)

Posted on September 6, 2021 by riwa

“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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The gentlemen’s club (bonus story) 4.5 (46)

Posted on August 31, 2021 by riwa

Brian leads me in naked. I cannot see with the blindfold on my face. But I trust him implicitly as he leads me over to the chair.

I hear the voices of the males in the room. They grow silent as Brian helps me find the chair. I feel around for it until I grasp onto the protruding phallus sticking up out of the seat.

I smile in the direction of those watching me as I gingerly adjust myself onto the chair. I slowly impale my pussy on the phallus until it completely fills me. I adjust my position until I’m comfortable… or at least as comfortable as one can be in my situation.

Brian drapes a tie in my hand, telling me, “Compliments of one of our guests.” I blindly smile forward. Then I take the tie and deliberately wrap it around my neck.

I grasp onto both ends. Then I began to pull. It’s that moment of strangulation that causes my pussy to contract around the dildo I’m impaled upon.

I ride it as I strangle myself. My head turns from side to side, although I cannot see anything: neither Brian nor our paying customers. I had no idea I would be making money in a Gentlemen’s club off my fetish.

I pull harder, thoroughly strangling myself. I begin to rasp and struggle. My cunt clenches even tighter around the phallus inside me. I’m such an asphyxia slut.

I hear murmurs of excitement from the audience. I can detect both male and female voices. It amazes me how many bitches out there love watching a whore strangle herself while impaled by a big dick.

I wheeze as I start to struggle. I try to pull hard on the tie around my throat. But self-preservation inevitably sets in.

I release my grasp on the tie when I see stars. My pussy is soaked; I nearly came that time. My hands tremble as my body gets the shakes.

“Brian?” I murmur loud enough for the audience to hear. “I’m going to need a little help here.”

The poor lad is an orbiter. I’ve taken plenty from him, but I’ve never given back. He wants to marry me, and he often gives me money and attention. But to me that’s all he’s good for.

I hear him shuffle up behind me. I feel him grab both ends of the tie. That’s when I reach down to touch my swollen nub while using my other hand to grope my boobs.

Brian begins to strangle me from behind. I hear excited murmurs from my audience. It’s a private showing for club members, as well as their friends, wives and girlfriends.

Brian pulls a little tighter. It sets my clit on fire. I furiously rub it with my fingers as my cunt clenches involuntarily around the phallus inside me. This time I’m definitely going to cum.

I hear growing murmurs of excitement from those watching me. Some woman eagerly gasps, “Strangle the fucking bitch!” Her words fill me with a terrible arousal.

My fingers blur over my swollen button. Brian pulls harder on the tie. But I know he won’t harm me. He’s a beta, hopelessly in love with me.

The man who paid for the privilege of seeing me strangled with his tie will get it back before the night is over. Will he retire it to some special location? Will he masturbate over and over to it in remembrance of how it was used to strangle me? It turns me on knowing he’ll get horny thinking about me long after this night is over.

Brian pulls harder on the tie. It gets to the point where I can hardly breathe at all. That’s when panic threatens to overwhelm me.

My hands reach up to stop him. My fingers claw at the tie around my throat. My body rocks as I furiously ride the thick phallus inside me.

I want to breathe – I need to breathe – I need air! Is Brian going to take me too far? He wouldn’t dare, would he?? GAWD; I WANT AIR!

I try to pull against the tie around my neck. Brian just maintains the tension, knowing how much I love it. He loves me, so I know he won’t hurt me. But he’s pulling so damned tight!

I’ve never have sex with him, although he wants me to. He would never hurt me, so I trust him with my life. But why the hell is he pulling it so tight??

I find myself wondering if I’ve misjudged him. Is this his revenge for not getting to stick his dick inside me?? Would he strangle me to death in front of a roomful of customers??

The stars return as I struggle in the chair. Then I’m cumming like a fucking whore. I make a huge mess on the chair as I furiously milk the phallus I’m impaled upon.

I shudder as my arms suddenly fell to my sides. I go into what feels like spasms and seizures. Then I’m aware of nothing at all.

Brian tells me there’s always a palpable excitement from the audience at this point. I’m not out very long. Then I start to come around as I go into little recovery spasms.

I hear enthusiastic applause. That’s when I allow myself an inward smile. I’ve done it again, putting on a good show while cumming all over myself.

I can’t help wondering if I’m the only one. How many guys creamed themselves watching Brian strangle me into unconsciousness? How many bitches climaxed to my suffering?

The tie is removed. I hear Brian giving it back to the guy in the audience. There’s more applause, along with several murmurs of “Lucky bastard.”

Brian helps me up off the chair. I hear him ask, “You ok?” The dildo slurps out of my soaked pussy with a wet plop. Then he gingerly walks me off the stage.

He holds my hand as he quietly tells me, “You did it again, Teri. You had them eating out of the palm of your hand. I saw guys and gals all rubbing crotches.”

“Did you have to strangle me so hard?”

“I thought you loved it like that.”

“Just be careful, ok?” Actually, he was just fine with the way he strangled me. But I always like to put him in his place.

I allow him to walk me back to my changing room as I don’t want to see anyone coming and going. Club members like having that anonymity with me. Besides, I’m well paid. Even Brian gets a percentage when he goes out into the audience. Got to give the guy a bone every now and then, right?

A niggling thought tickles the back of my brain. What if Brian gets pissed one day? What if he strangles me for not marrying him… for not allowing him to fuck me?

I tell myself that would never happen. He’s too much in love with me. He thinks someday I’ll come around, and he’s willing to wait.

But sometimes I can’t help thinking about it, especially when he’s at the height of strangling me. Is that why I keep going through the risk? Is it the erotic thrill of the unknown? The thought gives me a delicious shiver that settles in my pussy, making it tingle with longing.

—

At the top of the next hour Brian leads me in again. Once more I’m naked and blindfolded. There’s something about performing nude without sight that gives me an added thrill.

Once more I’m lead to my chair. I feel around until I detect the protruding phallus. Then I gingerly sit down upon it again until my cunt is fully impaled.

“Slut!” a female voice calls forth from the audience. I smile inwardly. I do not mind the names, so long as they keep providing the coin I desire.

I begin to ride the large dildo inside me. It isn’t long before Brian places something in my hand. It crinkles, and I know exactly what to do with it.

I fumble around until I find the opening. Then I pull the bag down over my head. I close it off around my throat, gently choking myself.

I breathe normally as I ride the phallus. It isn’t long before the air in the bag becomes stale from my exhalations. That’s when it starts deflating tighter against my face.

I ride my chair-cock harder as the bag deflates more noticeably. I love the way it tightens against my face. It gives me such a thrill despite the growing panic of breathlessness.

I inhale deeply until the bag pulls tightly to my face. I begin to shudder as I start to panic. My hands quickly open the bag, and I gratefully breathe fresh air.

I hear excited murmurs from the audience. I pull the bag back down over my head. Then I begin the process anew.

I feel that thrill again as the bag starts deflating against my face. I struggle for as long as I can. My pussy becomes so wet that it squishes around the phallus inside it.

Once more I reach that delicious point of panic and growing terror. I frantically pull the bag up off my face. Then I pant for breath.

A female voice out in the audience cries out, “Suffocate her with these!” I look all around, although I cannot see a thing. I hear Brian walk out into the audience. A moment later he returns.

Something soft and silky is put into my grasp. He bends down and says in my ear, “Compliments of a fan, Teri.” I blindly smile toward the audience, wondering who made the donation.

I pull the bag back down over my head. Then I wrap the nylons around my neck. It seals off the bag far better than the grasp of my hands around my throat.

I ride the phallus harder as the bag begins to deflate in a more pronounced manner. Now it will take more time to release the nylons, open the bag and get the air I’ll need to breathe. A delicious thought goes through my mind how this could go horribly wrong if I cannot get the bag off my head in time.

I breathe harder, my lungs protesting at being forced to recycle my exhaled breaths. The bag crinkles as it inflates and deflates. My pussy drips copiously as I ride the dildo with more urgency.

I begin to shudder as I struggle for air. Then I frantically unwarp the nylons from around my throat. The bag opens up and I pant wildly for breath.

That same female voice enthusiastically cries out, “Bag the slut!” That’s when I feel Brian grab onto my left wrist. With a familiar clicking sound he cuffs my arm to the back chair leg.

Brian does the same to my right wrist. Now I cannot use my hands at all. I suddenly feel quite vulnerable… totally at his mercy.

I tremble with anticipation as I wait for what I know is coming next. The bag is slowly brought down over my head again. Then the nylons tighten around my throat, sealing in my exhalations.

I tremble from a fearful arousal as I try to breathe normally. But I cannot help clenching around the phallus inside me. It drives me wild, especially since I cannot get a decent breath of fresh, clean air.

My lungs protest as I breathe in my own exhalations. I inhale harder, trying to get fresh air. The bag crinkles as it deflates tighter and tighter against my face.

My hands instinctively jerk against my restraints. I begin to wriggle around in the chair. The bag clings tighter to my face, outlining my eyes, nose and gaping maw.

I desperately open my mouth wide for that badly needed breath. But it’s foul and stale. I suck the bag into my mouth, my lungs protesting my stupidity.

It’s not long before I begin to panic. I want the bag off my head in the worst way! And I want the nylons removed from around my throat.

I hear that female voice cry out, “Bag the bitch; make her suffer!” Other voices eagerly take up the cry. That’s when I easily slip into full panic mode… “MY GAWD; THEY WANT ME DEAD!”

I struggle as I thrash about in the chair. It becomes soaked from my flowing juices. A devastating orgasm batters me into oblivion.

When my senses return, I’m aware of applause as well as enthusiastic cries. I’m sore from riding the phallus and cumming so hard. The bag and nylons are gone; Brian is in the process of removing my cuffs.

Once more he gingerly helps me up out of my chair. I’m slowly led away to more applause. I’m sore as hell, but my body thrums with delicious aftershocks. I’ll need the full hour to recover in time for my next session.

—

At the top of the next hour I’m led back in for another performance. Brian has to lead me in again. Once more the blindfold renders my vision ineffective.

When I reach down for the seat of the chair, I discover a vibrating dildo instead of the embedded phallus. I pick it up and smile in the direction of my audience. I have no idea how many people are watching.

I carefully sit down in the chair. Then I start using the vibrating toy on my pussy. Anticipation of being strangled quickly makes me wet.

I hear murmurs of excitement among the spectators. Then I feel Brian loop a rope around my neck. I shiver as I gasp for breath.

He gives me what feels like another rope. I pull on it until my head tips. It’s obviously connected to my noose from a point up in the ceiling.

I push the toy deep into my wet slit, wasting no time. I pull harder on the rope, partially strangling myself. I rasp and gurgle as I fuck myself with the vibrating dildo.

I pull a little harder, almost lifting myself up off the chair. My breathing is immediately restricted. My cunt clenches around the toy inside me.

I pull up and down on the rope, teasing myself as I strangle myself. I hear appreciative murmurs from the crowd. I smile in their direction.

I reach a point where I really try to strangle myself. I pull as hard as I can until I feel my face turn red. My pussy gushes as I begin to shudder, making me let go of the rope.

Brian comes over and loosens it from around my neck. I pause to catch my breath, the seat of my chair soaked again. Then Brian reaches around and moves my arms as though instructing me to use both hands on myself

I start using the toy with one hand while I cup and fondle my swollen mounds with the other. That’s when I feel the rope start to tighten. Once again, Brian is helping to strangle me.

He toys with me, pulling hard and then easing back up. I rasp and gurgle as I use the toy with one hand while swirling my swollen nub with the other. My heart hammers in my chest from the excitement of playing with myself while being asphyxiated. And to think I actually get paid for doing this!

Brian leans into the rope. It tightens around my throat. Jolts of breathless pleasure settle in my throbbing pussy.

He pulls a little harder. I can actually feel myself being lifted up off the chair. I slide the vibrating toy inside me until I’m sitting on it.

The vibrations send jolts of pure pleasure racing through me. But now it’s getting really hard to breathe. Fingers feverishly swirl my button with one hand while the other hand climbs my chest in growing alarm.

Brian pulls a little harder. It almost chokes my breath off. Instinctively I reach up to relieve the pressure.

I forget all about the toy as it remains jammed inside me. Now I claw at the rope with both hands, desperate for another breath. Ragged gasps escape my lips as my face turns red.

I start to panic again. Damnit, why does Brian push my limits like this?? Then I’m shuddering as I claw at the noose strangling me to death.

I see stars as my chest heaves. My mouth opens and closes, my tongue frantic to taste just the smallest wisp of air. Spasms and convulsions batter me into unconsciousness as my pussy ejaculates.

I awaken to a sore neck and enthusiastic cheers. I rub my throat, but the noose has been removed. Once more they love my performance.

I’ve totally soaked the seat of the chair I’m sitting on. Brian helps me to my feet. I’m wobbly as he leads me away.

The enthusiasm of my audience follows me out. One more performance, and my shift will be over. I can’t wait to orgasm one more time while I’m being asphyxiated.

—

Once more Brian leads me out naked and blindfolded. This performance will be somewhat different. It should also be the one that generates the most cash from my customers.

I’m led out until Briand puts my hand on a wooden post sticking up off the floor. My bare feet detect cushions lying in front of it. I become both scared and excited.

Brian whispers in my ear, “One of these days you should let me have a turn, Teri. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“One of these days, Brian,” I whisper in reply. But I don’t ever plan on giving him the chance. He’s a beta, an orbiter. He doesn’t deserve a chance.

Oh, I’m sure there are betas in the crowd. But I don’t know what any of them look like, so I can always pretend. And since they all have money, I really don’t give a damn.

I’ve seen Brian enough to know he’s nice enough. But he’s never getting into my pants, not ever. I just don’t feel that way about him.

I carefully kneel on the cushions, making sure my legs straddle the base of the post behind me. Brian takes my wrists and pulls them behind my back. It makes my tits stick out appetizingly.

He cuffs my wrists behind the post. Now I’m effectively immobilized. I won’t be going anywhere without his help.

I feel a plastic bag pulled down over my head. Brian is already getting the show started. Immediately I’m filled with an incredible arousal.

He tightens it around my neck until I can’t get any seepage of air. It isn’t long until the bag starts to noticeably deflate. It gets pulled tight against my face as I struggle against my stale exhalations.

My mind cries out as I breathe my own breath. My wrists jerk in vain behind the post as my pussy moistens considerably. Then he pulls the bag up off my head.

I pant gratefully, trying to catch my breath. Then I feel something wrap around my throat. It tightens until I’m pulled back against the post.

I tremble as the garrote around my neck begins to constrict. It’s deliciously slow. My breathing becomes severely restricted.

I start to struggle again as I attempt to breathe. It feels like my throat is all but closed off. Then the garrote loosens around my neck.

“So who’ll be first?” I hear Brian tell my audience. It doesn’t take long before I hear some male come up onto the stage. He’d better have lots of money on him.

I hear what sounds like something being deposited into the nearby jar Brian has left out here near the post. Then I hear a fly unzip. That’s when I get the shakes as I become both frightened and excited.

A cock pushes itself against my lips. I open my mouth and it pushes its way inside. He paid for this, so I’m honor-bound to give it to him.

He slowly thrusts in and out. I grunt as I slurp my tongue all around his shaft. I’m as noisy as can be, so the others will know what kind of eager performance they’ll receive, so long as they’re willing to pay handsomely for it.

The cock pushes deeper until it almost forces its way down my throat. I gag and grunt as I try to get another breath. Damn, Brian; tell this one not so deep!

The garrote suddenly tightens. My breath becomes restricted. The cock fucks my mouth harder.

I grunt and gurgle as I try to breathe. I’m filled with a terrible fire of intense arousal. I’m also frightened over what could happen to me if something goes wrong. Is that what makes me keep doing this?

The garrote tightens even more. I start choking and gagging. Gawd; that bastard Brian is really strangling me! Is this his way of paying me back for not letting him stick his dick inside me??

My wrists jerk around behind the post as I start to shudder. I can feel my face turn red. My mouth is fucked hard as I suction for all I’m worth. But the lack of oxygen to my brain makes me dizzy and light-headed.

My mind cries out for Brian to back off. Tell this bastard to take it easy, damn you! If you’re not careful, you’re both going to kill me!

I start to go into spasms as my senses diminish. I become aware of his grunts of release as his hot, salty seed fills my mouth. My eyes roll behind the blindfold. Then the garrote is loosened.

I feel a single splat of cream against my cheek. Damn; this bastard had a load! I hear oohs and aahs from the audience as he zips up. Then I hear applause.

Brian calls out, “Who else wants a turn?” I hear more footsteps before I detect what had better be the whisper of more cash going into that jar. Then my mouth is fucked again.

My cunt is wet; the cushion soaked beneath me. I suck on another cock, working it with my tongue as my cheeks go all concave. I know what’s coming, and I instinctively try to get him off before we reach that point.

All too soon I feel the garrote tighten around my throat again. I’m not exactly certain what it’s made of. It feels silky… as though someone has donated a pair of nylons to be used against me.

The garrote tightens until I can barely breathe. The cock fucks my mouth nice and hard. This one is just as rough as the last bastard who used my oral cavity for his pleasure.

I do my best to get him off. But my lack of air affects my ability to concentrate. Soon I’m thrashing about against the post as I struggle to breathe.

I see stars as my naked body shudders in protest. My nipples feel painfully erect. My pussy gushes as I struggle to pull a wisp of air down my throat.

The cock suddenly pulls out of my mouth. I feel creamy spurts hit my face. Males roar their approval as females urge him to “spunk that slut’s face!”

The next one is obviously a woman. She presses her wet cunt against my mouth. “Eat me, bitch, or you’ll never breathe again!”

Would Brian really let her do that to me?? I sure as hell hope not! Her threat fills me with a terrible arousal.

I lick and slurp, forced to get her off. “Strangle the bitch!” she demands. Then the garrote tightens once more around my throat.

My tongue pokes out in surrender. She grinds her cunt against my mouth as I struggle to breathe. Once more I start to thrash about in growing terror.

I feel a flush of fluid in my mouth. Then she pulls away as the garrote loosens. I pant gratefully for breath, wondering if I’ve been given a particularly sadistic crowd for my last performance of the night.

The bitch demands the bag. She wickedly pulls it down over my head. Then she pushes her wet cunt up against my mouth. I just hope she paid well for the privilege of asphyxiating me.

I’m surprised how effective it is. It isn’t long until I’m struggling to get any little wisp of air down my throat. I try to cry out, but I can’t get any air past my vocal chords.

“Suffocate for me, bitch!” the woman cackles. I get dizzy as I start seeing stars. My mind cries out for Brian not to let her take me too far. Then I go into spasms as I pass out.

When I regain consciousness I find I’m still handcuffed to the post. Brian announces this will be the last one for the night. Then one more sadistic bastard sticks his dick between my lips.

He thrusts in and out as Brian tightens the garrote yet again. I grunt as I rasp for breath. I make my cheeks go all concave as I try to get him off.

I sense movement from somewhere in the room. Are people leaving? Has Brian lost control??

The cock hits the back of my throat. I’m appreciative it’s not very long or very big. But that doesn’t matter, especially when behind me Brian pulls hard on my garrote.

Once more I begin to thrash about. I struggle as I kneel on the cushions beneath my legs. What good is kneeling in comfort if I can’t get a decent breath of air down my lungs??

I struggle as I try to free myself. My cuffed hands jerk helplessly behind the post. It feels like Brian is trying to strangle the shit out of me.

I try to cry out. But once more I can’t get any air past my vocal chords. My mind screams for Brian to put an end to this before he kills me. Then my mouth-rapist grunts out his release.

I get a mouthful of salty spunk. But I can’t swallow. My throat has been closed off.

I feel cream start to splatter me from all sides. It hits my tits, stomach and red, silky hair. Is the entire room having a big wank at my expense??

The bastard pulls out of my mouth. Then I hear a woman scream her orgasm. I get hit full in the face with her discharge. That’s the last thing I remember before I pass out.

When I awaken, I discover I’m no longer cuffed to the post. I feel like I’ve been cummed on all over. I feel like a mess.

“You ok, Teri?”

In reply I ask, “Did we make good money, Brian?” I pant tiredly as he helps me to my feet.

“Pretty good haul on that last one.”

“Good. I could use a hot soak in the tub before I go home.”

“Want me to join you, Teri?”

“Maybe another time, Brian.”

“You keep saying that, Teri, but you never do.”

“That’s because this isn’t that time. I’m sure the right time will come.”

He leads me blindfolded back to my dressing room. I wait until I’m inside before I pull it off from my eyes. I don’t want to see any of my customers out of respect for their privacy.

I look at my naked body and wince. I’ve really been cummed on tonight. Then I glare accusingly at Brian.

“I’m a mess. You really let them do it to me this time, didn’t you!”

He holds up a jar full of bills. “You always like the last one to be profitable, right?”

“It damned well better be after all I went through. Now get my bath drawn. I need a hot soak before I go home.”

Brian heads off to do my bidding. I can tell he’s a little downcast. But he does what I want him to do. That’s all that matters.

He knows how easy it would be for me to find someone else to do what he does. As a result, he’s a good little beta. As long as I keep stringing him along, I figure he’ll keep treating me the way I want to be treated.

2020 (written for Teri Jan 19 ’20 by riwa)

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The gallows in the courtyard 4.3 (41)

Posted on August 30, 2021 by riwa

There was a rap on the door, followed by a familiar voice. “Reilah?”

The maid gasped in alarm. She was not prepared to face Navi, certainly not at this moment.

“Just a moment, Mistress! I’m… I’m not decent!”

The door suddenly opened. Reilah saw her mistress standing framed in the doorway. Immediately she clutched the sheet to her neck, hoping to cover her privates…

It would not do to reveal to her employer she had just been masturbating.

“I have need of you, child.”

Reilah had already adjusted to the way her employer referred to her so intimately. “I’m not dressed, Mistress. Please, allow me to…”

“Now, Reilah.”

There were times when she could not resist that authoritative tone. This was one of those times. She slowly lowered the blanket from her body. Then she climbed out of bed.

She stood before her employer, almost naked. She wore only her black stockings and heels, presents from Mistress Navi. It was amazing how wonderful she felt in them.

“I cannot sleep, my child. I need your assistance. Come with me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Reilah could not help herself. She dutifully followed her Mistress as though in a trance. Being shamefully naked did not seem to bother her employer, certainly not at the moment.

Her heels clattered as they moved through the large estate until they descended the steps down into the courtyard outside. It was a warm, humid night. The dark sky was full of stars.

Navi led her maid over to the wooden structure in the center of the courtyard. A thick woven noose dangled from the point of the beam. Reilah inhaled sharply as she looked up at it.

“I cannot sleep, Reilah. I am too worked up. I need you to dance for me.” Then Mistress motioned at the noose.

Reilah watched as it lowered as if by magic. Then she swallowed hard. But she could not disobey.

She carefully walked over to the dangling noose, her heels clattering on stone. Then she reached out and touched it. “Dance for me, Reilah. I need you to dance for me.”

Reilah inhaled with fright as she took the noose into her trembling hands. Then she carefully looped it around her neck. “Now I want you to do for me what you were doing in your room, Reilah. Dance for me, my child.”

Navi motioned with her hand. The noose suddenly retracted upward as though it had a mind of its own. A moment later Reilah was kicking in vain for solid footing.

She rasped for breath as she tried to understand what was happening to her. At the same time she felt unexpected pleasure blossom between her legs. It was the same pleasure she’d felt up in her room a short time ago.

Her legs began to kick as she felt something pulse inside her. She reached down and touched herself. Fingers penetrated as she frantically tried to work that special feeling out of her dripping slit.

Mistress sighed with pleasure. She admired the stockings and heels she had given the young woman upon arrival at her estate. The fabric had sent messages back to her, indicating what the maid had just been doing in bed. Now they sent new messages, exciting messages of what was happening to Reilah’s body.

“Yes, my child. Dance for me.” And Reilah danced as her body came alive.

The rope began to constrict around her throat. And still she danced and masturbated. A part of her was embarrassed she was acting so shamefully in front of her employer. But Mistress seemed to be enjoying it.

She kicked; she struggled; she danced on air as one hand clawed reflexively at the noose. And still she fingered herself. She could not seem to make herself stop.

Mistress moaned. Her body seemed to give off the faintest of glows. It was a most wonderful dance.

Reilah began to slow down. It was so hard to breathe. She hitched twice and then hung limp as her arms dangled at her side.

“Wonderful, my child,” Navi breathed in rapture. “I believe I shall have another.” And with that she waved her hand in the direction of her dangling maid.

Reilah appeared to awaken with a start. Almost immediately she became aware of her situation, of how she could not breathe adequately. That’s when she stared in disbelief as she grabbed at the noose around her neck.

She began to kick with renewed vigor as once more she began fingering herself. Her motions became frantic. It was as though she had very little time to accomplish her task.

“Yes, my child; yes.” Navi seemed to be in some sort of euphoria. Reilah kicked and struggled as she danced for her mistress while acting lewdly in the noose.

She fingered herself harder as she wildly kicked about. She hitched and jerked as she rasped for breath. Then it came in a mighty wave, battering her senseless.

She wet herself from her climax and from her bowels releasing. Then she hung limp again. Mistress panted heavily for breath as she watched in reverent awe.

A male suddenly appeared as though from out of nowhere. That’s when the rope lowered Reilah’s body. He caught it in his arms and quickly removed the noose from around the neck.

Navi caught sight of him and smiled. “I’m better now, my child. Take her back to her room.”

“Mother, you know you should not be doing this to her. I see you gave her the stockings and heels.”

“I had to, my child. I knew she would dance divinely for me.”

“Remember the last one, mother? She danced for you for eight months before her heart gave out and she could dance no more.”

“I know, my child. But I cannot help myself. This one was pleasuring herself in her room, and I…”

“I know, Mother; I know. You should not have given her the stockings and heels.”

“I could not resist. She loves and appreciates them so. Now take her back to bed, my child. Let her rest so she will be ready for her duties in the morning.”

“Please, mother; not so often with this one. Otherwise she will not last as long as the last one.” Then he shook his head as he carried her back to her bedroom.

Jan 2 ‘20 (For Noosegirl; inspired by her maid renders.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (3)

Posted on August 27, 2021 by riwa

Coming September rewards

Another Joia chapter.
Another Shelly chapter.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A second chapter to Santa and the two sisters.
A second chapter to the Melissa story.
A second chapter to the seductress.
Terrie celebrates her birthday in a rather wicked manner.
A couple find themselves going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.
And at least 3-4 other stories I’m sorting through.

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

These days I’m driving mom in to physical therapy. Her arm is improving. We’re also monitoring her weight and other vital signs. But it seems the state wishes her to serve on a jury over the next year. She’s 78, in frail condition, and at times I wonder if she’s going to make it through the next month, much less be available to serve for an entire year. Hopefully the state will come to the understanding that having my mother collapse in a jury box during a major trial would not be a good thing.

Summer is ending. I hope you are all doing well. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

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Writer’s block 3.2 (21)

Posted on August 24, 2021 by riwa

A writer sits at his keyboard trying to type the script to his next underwater clip. He’s produced a lot of content and he’s trying to come up with a fresh plot.

Shelly floats topless on an air mattress in the pool. It seems sturdy enough, and she likes how it feels like she is floating.

She is half asleep when she hears a noise – a dog, a gunshot or a car backfire. It causes her to rise up with a start and roll off into the water.

The model falls into the water. She starts clawing at the surface, trying to keep her head above water. She keeps gulping, slipping under, coming up, gasping and sputtering, slipping back under.

No, I’ve done the “Can’t Swim scenario before. Maybe I should try something else. Let me see. Ok, let’s do this. Shelly treads water in the deep end, enjoying her swim in her bikini.

The model is suddenly at the surface treading water. She calls upward toward the sky… Oh, I can swim now? And I’m wearing my bikini? Great. Shelly swims down along the bottom from one end of the pool to the other, bubbles trickling out of her nose. After a few such swims she stands up in the shallow end.

Shelly sees a large black container at the bottom of the pool. She looks at it and is excited. Her boyfriend must have left her something special.

The model looks up at the sky as though she is talking to this writer. I have a boyfriend? And he left something for me at the bottom of the pool? And I’m supposed to go look? Fine – fine; whatever. The model swims down and checks the container. But it is tied with rope. She will have to get the rope off if she is to get into it. The model struggles with the rope, losing air before she has to swim back up.

Shelly can only hold her breath for a minute. So it will be hard to open the container.

In the shallow end the model looks up at the sky. A minute? Really? Are you fucking kidding me?

Ok, she can hold her breath two minutes.

Model looks up and nods. That’s much better!

But the cover is nearly closed because it jammed last week. Shelly will have to swim under all the way to the bottom of the pool under the cover.

The model sees the cover is suddenly in place. She looks up again in surprise. You put the cover in my way? Really?? That’s just great! That’s just fucking great!

The model swims down to the container. She fights to pull the rope off. But there seems to be so much of it.

She bubbles and struggles as she strains to get it all off. But a big release of bubbles sends her back to the shallow end to get a breath. The model pops up, looks upward and blurts out, Did you have to use that much rope? How am I supposed to get all that off on one breath? Could I at least have a weight belt? Damnit!

She is now wearing a weight belt to help her stay down.

The model sees she is wearing a weight belt. She looks up and says, Thanks.

Shelly is in her favorite one-piece. She takes another big breath before she goes back down. And she uses the dive mask sitting on the edge of the pool right next to her.

The model suddenly realizes she is wearing her one-piece. And she sees the dive mask sitting there. She looks skyward in frustration. So I’m in my one-piece now? Would you make up your gawddamn mind? Sheesh! At least you gave me a fucking dive mask!

The model puts the dive mask onto her face and swims back down to the container and starts to fight with it. There is so much rope.

Hmm. I don’t think I want her wearing the dive mask after all. Let’s take it off.

The model is fighting with the rope when the mask suddenly disappears. She touches her face and bubbles, What the hell?? Fuck!! Then she shrugs her shoulders before she goes back to fighting to get the rope off the container.

No, I think I want her back in her bikini for this.

The model becomes aware she is wearing her bikini underwater. She looks at herself in surprise. Then she looks up, gives the writer the finger and bubbles MAKE UP YOUR GAWDDAMN MIND!

But Shelly is running out of breath. And now her ankle is caught in the rope.

The model looks down and sees her ankle is suddenly snagged. SHIT! SHIT – SHIT – SHIT! She fights with the rope as she loses bubbles, struggling to get it off. Her lungs start heaving as she is running out of breath. This is starting to get serious.

I don’t know. I’ve already done the cover and the container and the rope before. Let’s do something else.

The model suddenly sees she is at the bottom of the pool with nothing else. And the cover is gone. She looks all around, wondering where the hell the container went to. Then she sees the cover is gone. She pops up to the surface and treads water. Then she calls up toward the sky. So we’re not doing the rope and the cover and the container thing anymore?

Let’s go back to the mattress floating in the corner as Shelly tries to stay up at the surface. People like that scenario.

The model starts to splash her arms. She looks up in alarm as she gasps, Now I can’t swim? What the fuck?? We’re… going back to that? Shit! Somebody help me!

Fuck this bitch! The boyfriend is pissed off at her behavior and wants to be rid of her. So he handcuffs her to the bottom of the pool ladder. She has a weight belt to keep her down. And she’s topless so he can see her tits.

The model is suddenly cuffed to the bottom of the ladder. Her bikini top is gone. She looks up and bubbles, FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! GET ME OUT OF HERE! She fights and struggles as she runs out of air and drowns, spasming painfully.

The bitch is dead. THE END! Let’s try that and see what happens.

The camera shows the model cuffed to the bottom of the pool ladder, eyes open in shock, the occasional bubble leaking out.

4-17-18

Note: MMPtv actually turned this into a drowning clip. Preview pictures are from MMPtv.

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Decap shorts (inspired by Thor manips) 3.8 (45)

Posted on August 18, 2021 by riwa

Molly’s game

It was nearly pitch black. Molly couldn’t believe how frightened she was… or how terribly excited. What the hell was she thinking??

Her heart beat fast as she tried to peer into the darkness. They could be anywhere in the shadows out there. But she knew she couldn’t stay where she was for long or one of them would find her.

She bolted out from behind the bushes and ran across the hard sand. She panted for breath, her heart beating wildly. She wondered if they could hear her.

A floodlight came on directly in front of her, illuminating the direction she was going. She thought she saw a shadow somewhere beyond the light. She let out a clipped cry as she abruptly changed direction.

The more she thought about it, the more she was having second thoughts. But wasn’t that why she’d agreed to this in the first place? It was the fear mixed with the excitement.

Another floodlight illuminated the ground twenty yards to her right. It looked like someone was over there too! She let out a yelp as she changed direction yet again. Now they’d probably heard her.

Was it too late to change her mind? It was probably too late. She was on the verge of wetting herself… either that or she was going to cum so fucking hard.

A floodlight randomly came on behind her, spurring her forward. She thought she saw someone right in front of her, and she changed her direction yet again. This was fucking crazy!

She bolted to the left and then zigzagged to the right. A floodlight illuminated the ground several yards in front of her. Molly froze with indecision, not knowing which way to go.

A moment later she was bathed in light as a floodlight lit her up. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Then she turned just in time to see him taking a swing at her.

It was much too late to duck out of the way. She started to scream, only to have her cry cut off as sharp metal sliced right through her neck. Her body jerked from the sharpness of the blow before her knees gave way.

Blood poured onto the front of her purple shirt as she collapsed onto the sand, her head coming to rest a couple feet away. Her body jerked and hitched as she tried to blink… tried to open her mouth. Then she thought she heard clapping.

A female voice… “Well done. I almost had her until she skittered away.”

A male voice… “I wouldn’t have gotten her if she hadn’t froze in that spotlight.”

Molly heard more voices as well as more clapping… “Well done.” “I don’t know how you managed it.” “That was a great swing.” “Gawd; look at her bleeding out like that.”

Molly didn’t hear anything after that. Her life was over and she’d gotten what she’d paid for. She was unaware her bladder had just released and that her body had wet itself in orgasm.

A male voice… “What do you think, Cheryl?”

“Damn! That was hotter than I expected it would be!”

“So what do you think? Want to go to the hotel concierge and sign the paperwork? I’m sure everyone here would love another shot at beheading someone out here. Hell of a game, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I, uh… damn. Let’s go back to the hotel. I need a drink. Maybe if you get me drunk enough I might just go through with it…”

(May 29 ’18)

Natasha’s promise

“I don’t think I want to do this anymore. I’ve changed my mind.”

“But you promised. On two Entertainment shows you vowed that if you didn’t produce a hit show before this year, you would have your head cut off and presented on Oscar night.”

“But I have a couple more movies coming up!”

“No you don’t. We recently heard they dropped you once they were reminded of your pledge. Remember, your fans are looking forward to this.”

“Fuck my fans!”

“Oh, that’s not a nice thing to say. I’ll tell you what. We’ll wash that out of the video recording so we can make your last moments here on earth look good, ok?”

“No… wait… I don’t want… please don’t…!”

She began to hyperventilate as they secured her arms behind her back. A camera in another man’s hands was recording everything. That’s when she began to break out in a cold sweat.

“Into the next room, Miss Henstridge. You’ll be kneeling before a block in there. We have our best executioner handling the axe. Thor has never missed a neck before and he’s not about to miss one now.”

“No… please… I’ve changed my mind! I don’t want to do this!”

“But you promised. You gave your word.”

“Fuck my word! You can’t do this to me!”

“Here comes Thor. You might want to get a shot of this, Anthony. He’s got a nice axe he brought special for your neck, Miss Henstridge.”

“No! Please! I don’t want to be beheaded! I don’t want my head served up at the Oscars.”

“Too bad, Miss Henstridge. They’re the ones who’re demanding your head. You promised them too, if you’ll recall.”

“Fuck the Oscars! Fuck everyone! I don’t want to do this!”

“But think of your fans.”

“Fuck the fans – NO; WAIT!”

She was forced onto her knees before an ominous looking block. She was all but hyperventilating at the sight of the red stains. Then Thor brought his axe into her line of sight so she could see what was about to separate her head from the rest of her body.

“NO! Damnit, you can’t do this to me! I’ll do anything!” Then she gasped, “Wait-wait-WAIT” as her head was forced onto the block.

The assistant had to kneel down and help hold her steady. “Give us a moment, would you, Thor?” Then he addressed the frightened actress.

“Look. This is happening one way or the other. They don’t care about anything but your head. Now you saw how big Thor’s axe is. If he misses, he’s not going to miss and potentially damage your skull. He’s going to miss and make a big mess of your shoulders. So I suggest you fucking SETTLE DOWN AND SHUT UP!”

She gasped and whimpered as her head was forced down onto the block once more. Then she pleaded, “Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll fuck you all! I’ll suck your cocks! Please!”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I really do!”

“I don’t believe you. You’re scared and you’ll say anything. Now quiet down, lay your head on that block, take a deep breath, and then try to convince me that’s exactly what you’re willing to do.”

“Ok… ok… please… just give me a moment, ok? My heart is beating so fast!”

She paused for a moment as she tried to rest her head on the block. Then in the calmest voice she could muster she said, “If you let me go I prom-AWCK!”

Her eyes flew open the moment the blade came down, slicing right through her neck. Her head literally leapt off the block and bounced on the floor a couple times. Then Thor reached down and picked up her head by a handful of hair.

Natasha had a look of shock on her face, her last words frozen to her lips. Her eyes blinked in horror as she was lifted up and turned to see the rest of her body had keeled over sideways and was now jerking and spasming. Blood pumped copiously out of her severed neck.

She tried to speak but no words would come. She couldn’t believe it! They’d actually done it; she couldn’t feel a thing below her neck!

The assistant walked up to her head dangling from Thor’s grasp and smiled. “Miss Henstridge, I do believe my crew and I will take you up on your offer. I hope you don’t mind if we do it post mortem.”

He unzipped his fly and pulled out an erect dick. There was nothing she could do as he grabbed her head and forced it between her lips. Her last taste was his cock in her mouth before her vision faded, her expression sagging tiredly.

(Aug 9 ’18)

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Morning execution – the garrote 4.2 (64)

Posted on August 12, 2021 by riwa

For the last week I notice Master has not enjoyed my body the way he used to. It makes me wonder if he’s spending time with another of the girls in his harem. It would motivate me to work a little harder, but lately it’s been hard to put forth the effort.

We spend the night together where I do some sucking and fucking. But my enthusiasm is lacking and so is his response. I just chalk it up to one of those nights where we are simply less than enthusiastic.

I promise myself to do better next time. But I’m already starting to rationalize my recent performance. Perhaps I’ve grown comfortable with the good life he gives me.

I awaken in the morning to discover he’s already out of bed. I’ve been sleeping in lately. It’s another of my little idiosyncrasies I’ve picked up lately.

One of the other bitches comes to retrieve me. She tells me Master is waiting in the recreation room. It makes me wonder what he has planned in there.

On the way it occurs to me what device he has in there. I find myself wincing inwardly. Not another one??

Master likes to use his garroting device in there. I’ve watched him on several occasions. It turns him on watching a girl suffer and die like that. But I’ve never gotten into it myself.

I don’t know what it is that turns him on about that dreaded contraption. It makes a woman’s nipples hard, and she often squirts from a forced orgasm. He’s always ready to fuck afterwards. But it doesn’t do a thing for me, although I’ve tried to show my enthusiasm in the past. If he wants to do another one then I’ll put on my best act to let him know I love the way it pleases him.

When we arrive there’s this new bitch waiting for us with short black hair. She looks in better shape than I do; I’ll admit that. I need to spend more time in here, but I just can’t get up the motivation.

The number tattooed on her left breast reads #252. So she’s the next one eh? Maybe he wants to snuff her while I watch.

She waits for Master to walk in. He smiles at the both of us. I give #252 a little smirk, knowing what’s going to happen next. But my heart skips a beat when he announces, “#251, would you please take up a position on the garroting device?”

My breath catches in my throat as I stammer, “M-Master?” The bitch gives me a faint smirk of her own. Then Master starts to walk over.

Immediately I sit down. I know better than to disobey. A moment later I feel him securing my wrists to the back of the damnable device.

#252 gets on her knees and approaches. She forces my legs apart as I writhe and whimper. Master puts the metal strap around my neck and fastens it securely.

My mind is awhirl… “this can’t be happening! I don’t fucking deserve this!” Then I feel the metal around my neck tighten.

I rasp and gurgle as I tremble with fear. Master’s not really going to do this to me, is he? Then I glance over and notice he’s taken his cock out. He always has his cock out whenever he’s going to snuff someone in this chair.

The metal around my throat tightens a little more. I rasp and gurgle as the bitch fingers my snatch. It’s wet and dripping from a fearful arousal.

She fingers me as though curious how the garrote chair works on a female. It’s hard to breathe; drool spills off my tongue onto my breast. My mind screams this can’t be happening to me.

Master steps forward, allowing her to suck his cock. Then she moves in close and licks my dripping twat. I writhe and tremble when her tongue comes in contact with my dripping slit.

She goes back to fingering me until she looks up and asks, “Master, may I?”

“You may, #252.” Then she fucks me with her fingers. I tremble, rasp and shudder in horror and humiliation.

I feel the metal tighten around my neck. Now I cannot breathe at all. My body takes on a life of its own as my legs start to fly outward.

The voices are faint; I can barely detect them. “Can I make her orgasm as she dies, Master?”

“Yes you may, #252.” Then I feel a thumb on my swollen nub as she finger-fucks me.

I struggle to breathe but it’s impossible. My body shakes as more droll spills off my tongue. Then I’m cumming as I spiral away into oblivion, chastising myself for not having made more of an effort to please Master these last few days.

I do not feel his seed splatter my chest from his swollen manhood…

(Oct 31 ’18)

(Inspired by guni’s manip and Algo asking “What about garroting…)

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Dungeon scene 4 (46)

Posted on August 6, 2021 by riwa

Note: I wrote a dungeon scene by request, but never got around to writing a beginning or an ending. So here is a short scene that takes place in a dungeon.

Back arched over a rounded wheel-like structure, her tits are mercilessly flogged by a dominatrix who takes great pleasure in hurting her. Her screams are like music to the ears of the sadistic woman. She is blindfolded so she cannot see each lash as it lands.

Again and again her breasts are whipped. Meanwhile an assistant plugs a hose up her ass. She does not see it, but she can certainly feel it.

The water is turned on and she screams anew as her stomach begins to swell. When the hose is removed she shamefully jets out the remnants of her colon. It is a humiliating experience.

A female assistant grabs another flogger and brings it down hard on the blinded woman’s exposed crotch, all the hair having been painfully plucked away. The dominatrix motions for a fat, smelly man with a thick erection to come over and plug her mouth. The assistant then brings in another large male who pushes his hardening member into the poor woman’s cunt.

The dominatrix and her assistant mercilessly flog the breasts and stomach as the poor, blindfolded bitch takes cocks in both ends. The one in her mouth muffles her screams. But the pain from the blows causes her to clench involuntarily around the dick thrusting into her cunt.

About that time a new girl is brought in naked and blindfolded. Her arms which were secured behind her back are freed long enough to be tied above her head to a rope threaded into a pulley above. Then she is lifted up off the floor.

She lets out an involuntary cry as she gently swings back and forth. She visibly winces at the sound of lashes being applied to her unfortunate companion in the room. Muffled grunts of pain disturb her as she cannot see nor understand the reason for the sounds. But they truly frighten her.

The dominatrix begins by flogging her breasts. The first lash catches her by surprise as she cannot see. The pain makes her scream in agony.

The assistant continues to bring her lash down on the raped woman’s tits and stomach. Both cocks continue to push themselves into her mouth and pussy. The pain and the rape combine to cause her to experience a shameful arousal that further humiliates her.

The new girl starts to turn in place from the pulley device she is hanging from. The dominatrix takes aim and then lets her flogger fly at breasts or ass, whichever presents itself. The dangling girl jerks and screams anew.

Another muffled grunt reminds her she is not along. Someone else is in the room with her, sounding as though she too is receiving a similar treatment. She can’t even see who it is.

The dominatrix demands the new girl spread her legs. The woman blindly tries to comply. But each successive lash makes causes her legs to come together as she hangs from the pulley.

The sadistic dominatrix orders two additional assistants to enter. They are instructed to tie off the dangling girl’s ankles to rings embedded in the floor. Her legs are obscenely spread apart, and she quivers anew at the way her crotch is now dangerously exposed.

The dominatrix smiles at the newly exposed target. Then she begins flogging the exposed cunt. Lash after lash makes the blindfolded woman scream until she is left dripping from the pain and a shameful arousal. The dominatrix smiles at the delicious cries of agony.

She walks up and sadistically thrusts a couple gloved fingers inside the trembling woman’s cunt. She pulls them out to confirm the wetness in evidence. Then she forces her fingers into the young woman’s mouth, demanding she suck them clean.

The helpless woman gags and gurgles at her own taste. Then the dominatrix angrily steps back and begins flogging her tits anew. The screams indicate just how successful she is.

She goes around behind and liberally applies the flogger to the quivering pale ass. The recipient of the blows screams anew. How can this be happening to her??

The one blindly strapped down to the rounded wheel gurgles from the cock shoved clear down her throat. She involuntarily clenches around the prick thrusting into her cunt. She realizes she’s nothing but a sextoy, a recipient of cock and lash at the whims of those in attendance.

The assistant continues to flog her with relish, making her wince with each blow. But there are screams in the room that are not muffled, at least not yet. The beleaguered woman can hear she is not the only one receiving such torment in the room.

She cannot help but wince at the sound of the dominatrix’s lash making contact with bare skin, immediately followed by fresh screams. At least her crotch is not being whipped. But it is being fucked.

Her cunt is swollen with cock. She cannot help clenching, both from her own flogging as well as the sound of lashes and subsequent screams from the woman in the room with her. Her pussy drips from her abject humiliation. Hearing another woman in torment in the room with her has intensified her fear as well as adding to a shameful arousal.

After applying the lash to both tits and ass, the dominatrix returns to flogging the new girl’s exposed, dripping cunt. Stroke after stroke is viciously applied, enticing delicious screams until the crotch is soaked. The cries of agony make her smile with sadistic pleasure before she pauses yet again.

Once more she steps forward. This time she shoves all her gloved fingers up into the well lubricated cunt as the woman writhes and whimpers. She pushes all the way in until her entire fist disappears. Then she starts thrusting cruelly until the poor thing shrieks her distress.

The dominatrix sadistically grabs an erect nipple and twists it hard as she fist-fucks the helpless maiden. There are renewed screams. “CUM!” she finally yells. “YOU WILL CUM FOR THOSE WHO ARE WATCHING!” For indeed, there is a circular glass wall which allows spectators to observe the proceedings from theatre seating beyond.

She fists the poor woman as she takes turns twisting both nipples as hard as she can. The blindfolded girl screams her agony until she finally squirts her humiliation as her body shudders. It pleases the dominatrix to no end.

Over on the wheel the tortured girl’s tits are lashed mercilessly. The assistant bellows, “YOU WILL CUM FOR MISTRESS!” Then the man fucking her face plugs her nose before thrusting his cock so far down her throat she cannot breathe.

She is viciously raped in the other end while unable to draw air into her lungs. Her body hurts all over. Several more lashes are applied directly to her erect nipples, causing her to grunt and shudder until she too ultimately sprays from a humiliating climax.

The two visible expressions of orgasm in the twin victims lead to a change of torture. The rapists pull out of the one attached to the wheel. Then she is helped to her feet, still blindfolded.

The two new female assistants take her over to a hinged, elevated board in the shape of an inverted Y. She is placed upon it and strapped down, her arms pinned to her side as her head hangs over the edge. Her legs are spread apart and secured to the two back pieces of the Y

The floor suddenly opens directly below her to reveal water which the girl cannot see. The spectators beyond the glass watch with interest as her head is tipped downward while her legs are elevated. Then her head is deliberately submerged.

She lets out a bubbly cry, losing much of her air. Bubbles come up as she struggles to hold her breath. Being unable to see makes it that much worse.

While she is being strapped down and ultimately dunked, the new girl is set free from the pulley above. The dominatrix and first assistant walk her over to a post with a metal cross brace level with her crotch. It is standing upright in front of a small, raised trough of water.

The blindfolded woman whimpers as she feels a spreader bar attached to her ankles. Again she will not be able to move. Her fear ratchets up a notch.

She grunts anxiously as her arms are secured strappado behind her back. Her wrists are attached to chains that go upward and thread through another pulley hanging from the ceiling. It is a very uncomfortable position.

She cries out in agony as little lead weights in the shape of teardrops are clamped to her nipples. A metal collar is attached to her neck. Then a ring gag is forced between her lips and secured in place.

She cannot see that a metal frame is now being attached around her head to her neck collar. An additional length of chain runs up from that frame into still another pulley hanging down from the ceiling. Then the dominatrix attaches a heavy weight to a chain now hanging down from the metal collar around her neck.

The spectators beyond the glass partition can see what is about to happen. The dominatrix smiles knowingly at them. Then she calmly releases her grasp on the chain with the heavy weight on the end.

It abruptly falls into the trough of water, pulling the woman’s head down while bending her at the waist over the cross brace to the post she is up against. She barely has enough time to cry out. then her head is submerged in the trough.

She bubbles and thrashes about as she tries to pull her head up out of the water. She has just enough strength for her mouth to barely clear the surface. But she quickly loses the fight as her head is pulled back down into the trough.

Both women now find their heads totally submerge. They wriggle and thrash about, terrified they are going to be drowned. Their cunts clench and wink from the distress they are in.

They struggle as they both lose bubbles. Then each one is pulled up out of the water. The woman on the inverted Y has her head tipped up by the main assistant as her legs come down horizontally. The other is rescued when the dominatrix grabs and pulls the chain hanging down from the pulley attached to the frame around her head.

Both women cough and gasp for breath, blinking behind their blindfolds. Their respite is short-lived. Both cry out and bubbles once they find themselves being dunked again.

The primary assistant lowers the woman on the Y until her head is submerged once more. Then she gleefully flogs the exposed tits. Bubbles come up from the water in the floor as the poor girl jerks and bubbles with each blow.

Meanwhile the dominatrix has let go of the chain holding the head to her charge. The woman blindly cries out as her head is jerked downward again and submerged. She is bent over the crossbar like before until once more it digs uncomfortably into her stomach.

The dominatrix takes advantage of the situation by using the flogger on the exposed ass in front of her. Each blow results in bodily jerks and eruptions of bubbles. Her face reveals the delight she experiences from her sadism.

Both girls are whipped and drowned several times. Then the dominatrix and her primary assistant exchange places. This indicates another addition to the torment they will be inflicting.

The main assistant produces a large dildo which she shoves into the ass of the chained girl while her head is submerged. The blindfolded woman jerks at the violation, letting out a bubbly cry. Many of the spectators smile at the cruelty on display, some unable to resist masturbating while they watch.

Meanwhile the dominatrix swings the girl on the inverted Y around. She forces the dripping face up into her exposed, dripping crotch. Then she bellows, “LICK, DAMN YOU!”

The woman coughs and hesitates, still trying to get her breath back. But dominatrix does not engage in any such hesitation. She brings the lash down and mercilessly flogs the exposed tits while bellowing “LICK, YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

The woman still hesitates, much to her detriment. Her board is swung back around until her head is cruelly lowered and submerged. Then the dominatrix sadistically brings the flogger down until she makes contact with the woman’s exposed, dripping crotch.

Bubbly screams bring a smile to her face. Then the woman is lifted up out of the water. She is swung back around until once more she feels the crotch pressed against her face.

This time she wisely starts to lick. The flogger is applied to her tits anyway. She cries and screams as she blindly tries to keep licking.

After a minute or two she is swung back around. Then her head is lowered into the water. Bubbly screams come up as the flogger is applied to her exposed, dripping cunt, making her jerk and flinch. Once more she drips an arousal she is helpless to prevent.

Both women are thus whipped, tortured and drowned. The audience watches enthusiastically. Then among the spectators there is an impromptu drawing.

Two women squeal with excitement when they are picked. They are brought around to a side door and allowed entrance into the torture chamber. Both are given floggers as a reward. Then they are permitted to do anything they wish to the two tormented bitches.

The one on the Y has her head pulled out of the water, swung around and jammed upward into the crotch of the dominatrix. She is forced to lick while the first drawing winner liberally applies the flogger to her exposed cunt. It is wet with moisture, and the lashes produce a mist.

The other drawing winner is allowed to flog the ass of the chained girl while she is bent over and bubbling. The blindfolded woman jerks, flinches and bubbles with each blow. If the women on the receiving end of the blows expected merciful treatment from any audience participants then those are quickly dashed, especially since they cannot see who is flogging them.

The two bound woman are put through their paces as they are flogged and drowned… pulled out of the water… flogged and then drowned again. Then both audience participants strip naked. They’re allowed to attach large strap-ons around their waists which they use to sadistic effect.

The one bent over the bar is fucked while her head is submerged, her rapist reaching around to jerk on the weights to her nipples. The other one’s pussy is filled while she is horizontal and forced to lick the dominatrix. She continues to get the occasional lash to her tits just to make her jerk and cry out.

9-28-18

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Male fishtank drowning (m/m) 4.3 (24)

Posted on July 31, 2021 by riwa

I roped him up into a pretty secure bondage situation. Then I threw him into my fishtank. He hit the water with a splash before going under.

His expression indicated he must have gotten water up his nose. But I didn’t give a shit. He wasn’t here to be comfortable.

He struggled a little as he went to the bottom. I told him he had at least a two minute breath-hold to endure before I pulled his head up. He appeared to settle right down, fully suspecting I was not going to pull him back up until his time had fully elapsed.

I watched how hard his dick became. I wondered if that was why he’d signed up to be a lifeguard in the first place. He must have liked being in the water and the way it affected him. I wasn’t all that surprised.

I waited until the full two minutes were up. I pulled him up for a thirty-second breath. Then I let him go, telling him I was going to tack on another thirty seconds to his time underwater. If he wanted to become a lifeguard, surely he could handle that.

I let him go and back down he went. All that rope wasn’t allowing him to reach the surface on his own. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get there.

I left him longer than the two-thirty I promised. I made him hold his breath for three full minutes. I wanted to see how well he could adapt to his situation.

I don’t think he liked how long I made him suffer. He soon began thrashing about while losing air. But I wasn’t about to pull him up until the three minute mark.

I finally reached down and pulled him up. He panted like crazy, asking what the fuck I was doing. I simply let him go and told him that would cost him another three minutes.

He hit the bottom and started to squirm. I called down, “I’m not pulling you up one second early. So you’d better damn well hold your fucking breath!” He calmed right down.

I made him push his limits. He was really struggling to hold it. I cruelly made him go fifteen more seconds before finally pulling him up.

—

From there I changed the way he was all tied up, making sure the rope wrapped tightly around his dick. Then I put him in my cylinder. That’s when I stuck a hose in the top and started filling it with water.

He looked all around, giving me a questioning glance as though wondering if I was really going to drown him. I just smiled at him. Soon the water was up to his waist, rising above his erection.

By now I figured it was time for me to have some fun. I’d been hard for quite some time while putting him through his paces. So I climbed on top of the cylinder.

Imagine his surprise when he looked up and saw what he saw. My dick poked down through the hole above. I think he began to get the idea just exactly what was expected of him.

He rose up onto his knees and took me into his mouth. Then he began sucking. Not bad for using my impromptu “snorkel”.

I removed my cock and put the hose back in. The water rose higher. Then I dropped my dick down the hole for him to “breathe from” again.

Once more he dutifully sucked on it. He wisely figured out what was expected of him. At least he showed me some decent oral skills.

Again I pulled my cock out and put the hose back in. It forced him to rise up higher inside the cylinder. He was running out of air inside his cramped quarters.

I dropped a plastic hose through the top for him to breathe through. He wisely took it between his lips. I filled the cylinder the rest of the way until it reached the top.

His dick remained erect as he breathed from the tube. My dick was really hard watching him. I couldn’t resist stroking myself as the hose in his mouth hissed from breath after breath.

When I was ready, I yanked the hose out of his mouth. I also dropped the water level just enough. He really had to scramble to get that next breath. It was just barely there.

I left him like that for about ten minutes. It was arousing as hell watching him go up for air and then settle onto his knees to hold his breath. His cock stayed nice and erect the entire time.

—

From there it was on to my bathtub. I hung him upside down, making sure he was properly secured. Then I lowered him using my pulley system.

Down he went, spewing up bubbles. I told him he would have to do better than that. I expected him to hold his breath no matter how difficult it might be. And I didn’t give a damn if he got water up his nose.

I pulled him up to let him catch his breath. Then I lowered him back down. His head went completely under where I held him in place.

Once more I saw his cock become erect. I found it quite the turn on, torturing him to see whether or not he would qualify for the position. More bubbles came up as he wriggled and squirmed.

I pulled him up so he could get a breath. Then I lowered him right back down. This time I left him there so I could reach out and jerk his meat.

He flinched and bubbled as I jacked him off. I caressed his balls before jerking hard on his erection. That made him jerk around again.

I pulled him up and allowed him to catch his breath. Then it was back down for more water torture. I enjoyed jerking and tugging on his manhood with his head underwater.

I ran him through several cycles of holding his breath upside down while jerking his meat before letting him up. The last time down, I left him there for ages as I stroked his manhood. I waited until he was thrashing about before jerking a cum right out of him. Then I pulled him back up.

—

I wasn’t entirely convinced of his skills just yet. So I tied him up before putting him in another tank. This one was strictly for dunking.

I shoved him down and made him hold his breath for a really long time. His cheeks bulged as I pushed him well beyond his stated limits. I think I got his breath-holding up another minute or so.

I wasn’t all that gentle with him. Then again, I wasn’t supposed to be. I was supposed to prepare him for the rigors of lifeguarding in certain perilous situations. So I really made him suffer in that tank.

—

I decided it was time to finish his training. That meant taking him back to the fishtank.

I bound him up special. Then I tossed him in. He struggled and bubbled before sitting up and getting his head above water.

“On your knees!” I instructed. He struggled to get his legs underneath him. He finally managed to get himself upright onto his knees.

“Your training is about to come to an end. Now it’s my turn for some fun.” Then I grabbed him by a handful of hair.

He bubbled as I forced his head below the surface. “You have to understand how the people you’ll try to save may react. They may struggle and panic. You will have to remain calm. Can you do that?”

I kept him down until he started spewing up bubbles. Then I pulled his head up. I smiled as I gave him a good look at my erection.

He stared at it and then at me. That’s when I forced his head back down. He bubbled as I shook him by my handful of hair before I pulled him back up.

“Let’s see if you’ve learned anything, shall we?” Then I held him close to my erection. He responded correctly by opening his mouth.

I forced him right back down into the water when he hesitated a little too long. I held him there for the longest time. Eventually he began losing his breath as his chest heaved noticeably.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Once more I held him close. This time he dutifully took me into his mouth.

I maintained my grasp of his head as he took me into his mouth. He used the appropriate amount of suction to make me feel good. Of course I made sure he stayed close so his mouth couldn’t drift too far away.

I pulled him off my erection and shoved his head back down into the water. He bubbled as he lost a lot of air. All that did was make my erection twitch with anticipation.

I kept him down until I jerked him up out of the water. He came up gasping wildly for breath. That’s when I shoved my cock down his throat.

I gagged him with it, ramming it in and out. He grunted with each thrust. He was proving his talents in more ways than just being an adequate lifeguard.

I pulled him off my cock and pushed his head down into the water again. He tried to settle in for a long breathhold. I think he knew what was expected of him.

I kept him down for quite a while. He winced as he struggled to hold his breath. I needed to make sure his lungs were good and strong in case someday he might have a long, underwater rescue to deal with.

I finally climbed into the tank with him. I pulled his head up and listened to him gasp for breath. Then I showed him my erection, indicating he’d better get right back to work.

I made him swallow me as I thrust into his mouth. I made sure I fucked his face nice and hard. I enjoyed hearing him grunt as I hit the back of his throat.

I shoved him down into the water without warning. He was bubbling when I pulled him back up. Then I thrust my dick back into his mouth.

I told him, “There’s one last bit of training I need to impart to you. You need to understand what a drowning victim is going through so you’ll know how serious the situation really is.” Then I said to him, “You don’t mind if I enjoy this past part of your training, do you?”

I turned him around inside the fishtank. Then I slowly thrust my dick into his puckered anus. He felt nice and tight around my shaft as he gasped and whimpered.

I started fucking his ass good and hard. Then I pushed his head down into the water. He bubbled wonderfully for me as he clenched around my thrusting shaft.

I pulled his head up as I adjusted my position a little. Then I forced him right back down. I pounded him hard as I forced him to hold his breath for me.

I kept him submerged until he started spewing up bubbles. But I wanted to push his limits. I wanted him to understand what a drowning victim goes through when their lungs feel empty and they’re afraid they’re about to swallow water.

I jerked his head back up to let him catch his breath. I thrust nice and slow, listening to his gasps. This is a part of their training I always enjoy.

I forced his head back down into the water. I pumped him harder, enjoying the way he clenched around my dick. Guys always do that whenever they’re trying to hold their breath while feeling something up their ass.

I pulled him back up, enjoying the way he gasped for breath. “Drowners can’t seem to catch their breath, you know. I want you to fully understand what that’s like so you’ll know the seriousness of getting to them in time.” Then I forced his head back under.

I brutalized him as I forced him to hold his breath. Each time up I pulled him up I gave him less time to catch his breath. Then it was right back down.

“Most swimmers reach that point where they can’t get back to the surface. They are too tired; their lungs are on fire; and they’re panicking. Let’s see if we can reproduce that in here for you to fully experience, shall we?”

I pumped him until he really started to wince. Bubbles came up in huge bursts. I knew his lungs had to be almost empty.

“It’s about this time they can’t hold their breath much longer. Their lungs finally give out. Sometimes they open their mouths and voluntarily take a breath. How will it be for you?”

As if in response, he hitched as he appeared to gulp a mouthful of water. A moment later he went into seizures. His ass furiously milked my dick until I couldn’t help dumping a load deep up his rectum.

“Just like that!” I told him as I thrust my cock nice and deep before holding it there. He finished milking me dry before his spasms lessened. Then I pulled his head up.

He coughed out a shitload of water. Then he started breathing again. “I trust you’ll understand the situation once you come across a swimmer in distress?”

I pulled my cock out of his ass. Then I climbed out, leaving him in the tank for a few minutes to get his breath back. He finally stopped coughing before I went over and started to free him from his bonds. The lesson was over.

2020 (written Nov 27 ’20 by riwa. BoundGods preview pics found all over the Internet and used for illustration purposes.)

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