Corinne draws the short straw 3.6 (31)

Corinne had to usher the last two out the door. There was always someone staying until the very last minute, someone who just wanted “one more for the road” that would put her well after closing time. At least she was getting these two out with little fuss.

She was working to lock the door when a couple of burly men with loops of rope over their shoulders came to the door. A surge of panic made her attempt to lock it quickly. But it was too late, and they forced their way inside.

“Sorry gentlemen; we’re closed.” She said it in the politest, calmest voice she could muster. Something about these two scared her.

“Oh, I think you’ve got time for us, missy.”

“I really need to be closing up now.” But the bigger one got in her way and ominously forced her back to the bar.

Something told her this was serious. Maybe she could talk her way out of this. If not, maybe she could reach the phone to put out a call.

“I guess I don’t have to close right away,” she told him, gulping inwardly as the other one went to the door, flipped the sign over to “Closed” and then drew the shade. “What’ll you two have?”

The first one grabbed her by the arm and worked her behind the counter. “We’ll start by having a look at the day’s receipts. Your boss is way behind on his payments.”

“Payments? What payments – ow, you’re hurting me.”

“Not going to show me the till; eh, missy?”

Corrine gulped in alarm. Clearly these two had something ominous up their sleeves. She sure as hell didn’t like the sight of all that rope they’d brought in with them.

She went over and opened the till. The one with her gave it a cursory glance. “That’s it?” he growled unhappily. “That ain’t nearly enough.”

“They made a run with the afternoon receipts to the bank before it closed. That’s all there is.”

“I guess he’s not concerned about your welfare then.”

“My welfare?” She gulped again as she fought against the shakes that were trying to set in.

“Your boss. He’s behind in his payments to us… again. We told him we would be showing up to square accounts.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to take it up with him.”

“I intend to, missy. But first we have to remind him just how serious we are.”

“Hey – hey – HEY!”

The other one with his rope came forward as the first grabbed her arms and forced them behind her back. “I’m warning you; I’ll scream.”

“Do you really think that’s wise?”

She gasped for breath at the first one’s words as her heart pounded in her chest. Maybe screaming wasn’t such a good idea after all. A moment later it became academic as the second one tied some sort of cloth over her face while the first worked to secure her arms behind her back.

She grunted as she twisted and turned in place. “Stop struggling,” the first one warned ominously. The other gave her a look as though she might want to follow his instructions.

Corinne’s heart beat fast as her arms were tied securely behind her back with loops of rope that also wrapped around her stomach. More rope was tied just below her knees and again at her ankles. Then she grunted in alarm as the second one fashioned a noose out of the rope he had left.

“No hard feelings, missy,” the first one explained. “It’s just your bad luck you were the one closing tonight.” Then he took the free end of the rope and threw it over a beam in the ceiling.

He grabbed the noose from his partner and looped it around her neck. “We tried to warn your boss, but he just wouldn’t listen. Maybe this will give him the message.” And with that they both calmly pulled on the free end of the rope.

Corinne let out a muffled cry that was cut off as she was hauled up into the air. She dolphin kicked as her feet searched for solid footing that was now 24 inches below. A tear rolled down her cheek as anger and defiance gave way to terror.

She let out muffled rasps for breath as they tied the other end off. She swung back and forth, unable to believe how it could hurt like this. What the hell had her boss done for her to deserve this??

“No hard feelings, missy,” the first one told her again as they two men turned and headed for the door. “You just happened to be in here tonight stuck holding the short straw.”

They weren’t even going to stay behind to admire their handiwork?? They certainly didn’t seem concerned about making sure she succumbed, not that it was all that necessary. She was already starting to fade as the door closed behind them, leaving her all alone and strangling to death at the end of her rope.

(Aug 17 ’18)

(Inspired by an art manip by Corinne)

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Shifting, sinking sand 3.9 (21)

It’s going to be a big storm and Emma knows it. She’s already prepared her home for the worst. Now she has this curiosity to go out and see things for herself.

She hops into her vehicle and goes for a quick drive to the coast. She’s not stupid; she just wants to see it coming in. But if she gets herself stuck in any kind of dangerous situation – if only for a minute or two – she really won’t mind. She’s in the mood for a little erotic peril.

As it turns out, the beach is closed. But she’s not surprised. Besides, she knows a place to park a short distance down the road.

From there she can walk out among the dunes to the shoreline. She wants to watch the tide come in. If reports are true how bad this one is going to be, there will be some beach erosion.

The wind is fierce, but it has not reached gale force yet. It’s almost raining sideways now. Emma knows she better not be out long. But she can’t help herself.

Right now she has this curiosity. It’s an urge that comes upon her every now and again. A few minutes stuck in the sand as the storm comes in should be enough to achieve the release she craves.

The beach is deserted; she is all alone. She shouldn’t be interrupted by anyone telling her she’s crazy for being out here and to go home. But there’s a downside to her solitude.

What if she gets into serious trouble? There will be no one around to get her out. The very idea triggers a burst of deliciously erotic tingles.

She walks out toward the shore, noticing right away how high the waves are. The wind is pushing the water inland. There’s going to be a lot of flooding and damage with this one.

Chances are there might be a few deaths as well. Sadly, a few people are liable to get trapped in their homes if they haven’t left. It’s another mental image that gives her a surge of erotic tingles.

She slowly makes her way out toward the incoming tide. She is in awe of the destructive force being displayed before her. The beach is steadily being eroded away.

A section of it has already been cut into. It’s being taken away by the angry surf. It’s an impressive display of nature’s power. She could find herself in serious trouble if she’s not careful.

She creeps out toward the edge of the dune in front of her that’s being methodically eaten away. What she’s doing is dangerous. But that’s the attraction: taking a chance without being too stupid or getting in too much trouble. She just wants to experience a little peril before she goes back home.

The rain has soaked clear through. Her hippie boots are starting to slog underneath her as she makes her advance. Maybe a couple more minutes before her body craves the warmth of the heater back in her vehicle. There’s no point catching pneumonia out here.

She advances closer to the edge of the rapidly eroding dune. The storm is inhuman in its fury. It lashes out uncaringly at anyone or anything in its path. Emma’s no more than an insignificant bug, one that could get “squashed” if she’s not careful.

She looks up and down the beach. What little she sees indicates sand shifting and sinking everywhere. The waves are eating it away with each incoming surge.

It’s breathtaking to look at. Seeing nature’s fury is impressive. But bow she’s really soaked. Perhaps it’s time to…

Emma lets out a cry as the sand suddenly gives way underneath her. She rides the collapsing section of dune down into the water. Somehow she ends up standing upright.

To her horror she realizes she’s trapped… stuck in wet sand up past her knees. Her toes wriggle anxiously in her boots. She’s certainly done it now!

A wave rushes in as though eager to claim its prize. It slams into Emma, nearly submerging her. She cries out, coughing and sputtering.

She fights to pull her legs free of the sand she’s partially buried in. The water starts to go back out. Then it back-washes into another wave coming in, one more devastating than the last.

Emma lets out a cry as her tiny body is swallowed up and submerged. She frantically tries to hold her breath, flailing wildly. The water recedes, exposing her head and chest so she can breathe again.

She desperately claws at the sand entrapping her. She struggles to work herself loose, at least enough to free legs. How could she have been so foolish?

She had no idea the waves had worked their way under the dune that much. She should have known better. Mother Nature is not one to be trifled with.

Another wave comes in, slamming into her. She cries out and then bubbles as she is submerged again. The cold is numbing, her legs feeling like she’s encased in cement.

This is getting serious. If she can’t work herself free in the next few moments, she’s going to drown. Then she’s liable to be hauled out to sea, never to be seen or heard from again.

The water recedes, leaving her head exposed. She coughs hard, spitting up water. Her body thrums from the arousing fear of her predicament. Gawd, she may have really done it this time!

The sand shifts beneath her as the wave comes back in. Water reaches her neck as she cries out. She struggles to pull her legs out, desperate to free herself from the hungering sand.

Water rises above her until she’s submerged once again. Her pussy throbs with a terrible ache. She wants the orgasm, but she doesn’t want to die to achieve it.

The water recedes until her head is exposed. Emma coughs and sputters. That last one was too close.

She damn near popped off. But she’s afraid an orgasm now will leave her too weak to pull herself free. She has to get out now or the malevolent storm will claim her for its own, savagely drowning her and then wiping away any trace of her corpse off the face of the earth.

She frantically struggles… is her foot starting to come free? The soles of her feet are erogenous zones. Now they are driving her mad. She’s got to get out or it will be too late.

She hears it and turns in time to see what appears to be a particularly angry wave bearing down on her. Her worst fears are realized as her mind screams, “OHMYGAWD; I’M A GONER!” Then it slams into her.

It’s that moment when her orgasm hits. Emma is battered senseless in a violent sea of pleasure and peril. Then she’s submerged in what feels like concrete up to her waist. She can’t move at all.

The angry sea slams her again as her lungs give out. She hitches and gurgles, her mind screaming how stupid she was. She pulls nothing but violent seawater down her windpipe.

Emma convulses in agony as another wave slams into her. Now she is completely buried in sand. It’s pitch black all around her, the darkness of the grave.

She shudders in her death throes, her eyes wide in horror. It feels like a snake is constricting her. Then another wave comes in.

She’s brutally hauled away from the shoreline, her tiny body tossed and battered. The storm takes her farther and farther out, claiming its prize. It is no respecter of the wise… or the foolish.

Emma disappears from the face of the earth. All that is left behind is her home and the job she worked. Her parked vehicle leaves a tantalizing clue as to what might have happened to her.

2012; 2019 (written Dec 17 ’12; ed. Sep 26 ‘19 by riwa)

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Sandy’s Surprise 3.8 (62)

Sandy always did like to surprise me with a special firing squad execution every now and then. She was so thoughtful. Besides, she knew how much it turned me on.

She recently set one up out back in the woods behind the morgue. It’s always handy if you have a morgue close to your execution site. It means you can get the bodies inside and have some fun with them before rigor sets in.

She set a gurney off to one side of the execution post. Then she went in and brought out Priscilla Mayweather. Priscilla was a lovely brunette attending City U.

Apparently Priscilla had failed in pledging to the Phi Omicron Ro Nu sorority. She’d been given the choice of leaving school or joining the sorority posthumously. Priscilla’s mother wanted her in the sorority and apparently had manipulated her into accepting summary execution so her name would appear in the sorority album of members past and present.

When it was time for the execution my girlfriend Sandy brought out the lovely Priscilla. She guided her to the post as our sexy female firing squad took up position. Priscilla took one look at them and almost fainted. That’s when it must have set in what was going to happen to her.

I was hard in no time at all knowing I was about to witness another thrilling execution. Sandy smiled as she called me over. That’s when she introduced me to Priscilla.

“This is my boyfriend Mike. He loves executions, and he’s going to be getting off to yours. I see he brought the pistol I’ll be using to administer the killing shot on that lovely head of yours.”

Sandy looked down at my crotch and grinned. “See the bulge in his jeans, honey? See how excited he is at your impending execution? Let’s have a closer look, shall we?” Poor Priscilla could only stand there trembling at her impending demise as she looked at me.

As if to confirm my condition, Sandy rubbed the bulge in my pants. Then she pulled them down and exposed my erection. “See this, Priscilla? Hard as a rock. He’s just aching to shoot a creamy load once the firing squad ejaculates their slugs into your lovely body.”

Priscilla gulped and nodded as Sandy reached out and touched my stiffening dick. “He likes you, Priscilla. I think he’s going to enjoy watching all those bullets perforate your body. What do you think?” The poor thing’s mouth opened and closed, but no words would come.

I went ahead and finished disrobing. Sandy smiled at my naked body. “Isn’t he grand, Priscilla? You’re going to give him a great show as you die for your sorority, aren’t you? After all, we’ll be reporting back whether you died well or put up a fuss. Your mom might not like hearing about that.”

“I’ll d-do my b-best,” the trembling thing said to us.

“I know you will, honey,” Sandy told her with a smile. Then she began to disrobe as well.

It wasn’t long until my girlfriend was as naked as I was. Her body always did turn me on. She saw my erection had not diminished and smiled at me.

“He likes seeing me naked, honey. Now let’s treat him to your nude form as well, shall we? He’s going to want to see where those bullets will be entering that bare flesh of yours.”

Sandy temporarily removed the cuffs before getting Priscilla out of her blouse and skirt. She slowly but sensuously removed everything on the young woman but her bottoms. “You’ll put on a much better show if you’re naked for Mike, honey. Just look at his cock. It’s stiff as a board! Can you tell how excited he is? He’s thinking about watching you being executed in front of a firing squad.”

All our clothes were lovingly set aside. Then she backed Priscilla up against the post. “Let’s get those cuffs back on you, shall we? Don’t want you going anywhere before the rifles go off now, do we?”

My girlfriend made sure the young woman’s wrists were cuffed around the back of the post. “My, but you look sexy, honey. Let me see. I think there’s one thing missing. Don’t you agree, Mike?”

I wasn’t sure what she was referring to. Then Sandy went and retrieved a black blindfold. She adjusted it around Priscilla’s head until it covered her eyes.

“How’s that, honey? Can you see?”

“N-no, I c-can’t see a thing. D-do I have to wear this?”

“Honey, it adds to the execution if the condemned woman wears a blindfold. Am I right, Mike?”

“Right as rain, Sandy.” I could not help smiling. My cock was quivering for a release.

“You should see what you’re doing to Mike, honey. His cock is just aching to explode. And it’s all because of you and these nice tits of yours… tits that will soon be feeling the sting of hot lead.”

Sandy began pawing and groping poor Priscilla’s quivering mounds. “I’m afraid these lovely orbs are soon going to be perforated. That doesn’t upset or frighten you, does it?”

“Maybe a l-little.”

For a minute there I thought the poor thing was going to wet herself. Sandy reached down and rubbed Priscilla’s crotch. The young woman clenched and squirmed.

“Are you aroused, honey?” Sandy asked with wicked amusement. “Sorry we can’t do anything about that. We have an execution to perform and you need to feel hot led piercing these gorgeous mounds of yours. But you can cum anytime you wish. Some ladies orgasm right before the rifles go off. Besides, I promise to munch on your tasty, wet muff once we get your corpse into the morgue.”

Sandy ran a finger teasingly over Priscilla’s damp thong, rubbing back and forth. Then she put it between her lips and tasted. “That’s going to be yummy after you’re dead, honey. I know you’re just as excited as I am to get this show on the road. Mike’s so hard he’s liable to spew his load once those bullets tear into your flesh. Now let’s achieve some penetration, shall we?”

She asked me, “Mike, are you ready to watch me execute Priscilla here?”

“Ready!” I replied enthusiastically, my cock twitching as it saluted the lovely Priscilla and her impending death.

“Firing squad… READY?” Five rifles were immediately lifted upward.

Five rounds were loudly chambered. Sandy deliberately paused again. She looked at me and grinned as she saw how hard and dripping I was.

Sandy had my revolver in her hand. She raised it up as she chuckled with amusement. Then she told Priscilla, “Is the suspense killing you? It’s sure as hell turning me on. Can’t see a thing, can you. But I sure can. Do you know what I see? I see five rifles at the ready. Now it’s time for them to…………..”

“AIM!”

Five rifles took aim at the lovely Priscilla. They were sexy girls in white sweater tops and schoolgirl-red skirts. Sandy and I were standing a little close to the doomed teenager. But we trusted their accuracy.

I was trembling so bad I thought I was going to “fire” before they did. My girlfriend just kept playing it up. “Honey, this is so fucking good,” she breathed in Priscilla’s direction. “They’ve taken aim right at you. I wonder what parts they will hit. Will your tits be shredded? Will one go into your stomach? Who knows?”

There was another long pause. The university co-ed trembled as she started panting for breath. Sandy looked at me with a wicked grin. There was a long, pregnant pause before………………..

“Three…”

I looked at Sandy in surprise. Damn! She was really stringing this along!

“TWO…!”

She held up two fingers as Priscilla turned toward her voice in alarm. The poor thing must have been horrified Sandy was taking so long. My girlfriend grinned at her as she giggled mischievously…

“FIRE!”

Five rifle shots rang out, startling the crap out of me. Priscilla’s sexy young body shook from the penetration of the slugs. Her mouth opened in a grimace as Sandy stood there triumphantly.

Priscilla groaned as she slumped against the post, her breathing heavy and labored. She went down until she ended up sitting on her ass. Her left breast had taken the brunt of the fusillade.

Sandy walked up to poor Priscilla with pistol in hand. She pushed it against the doomed woman’s head. “Honey, this is the best part,” she told her.

“Mike’s so fucking hard right now. This headshot should send him right over the edge. Are you ready for my revolver to fuck your brains out, baby?” I was hard and ready to erupt.

Sandy paused for dramatic effect. Then she pulled the trigger. A shot rang out, penetrating the doomed girl’s cranium.

Priscilla jerked before all motion ceased as she sagged lifelessly. I jerked as my balls emptied themselves. Sandy turned and grinned to see I was spurting all over Priscilla’s twitching corpse.

She let out an orgasmic cry as she came over to me. She got down on her knees and sucked me dry. Then she went over and set Priscilla free by removing the handcuffs. The coed simply slumped lifelessly onto the ground.

Sandy called out, “Squad? Get this dead bitch up onto the gurney. There’s no need to be gentle.”

Three of them quickly came over and hefted her up. They unceremoniously dumped her onto the gurney. Priscilla was left sprawled out naked except for the tennis shoes she still wore.

About that time a new player entered the execution arena. She was buck naked. It was a familiar looking blonde who was clapping her hands. “Bravo, Sandy; bravo! I nearly came myself!”

“Dorothy Curtis?? What a pleasant surprise!”

They embraced like old friends. Then they started touching each other. Was I about to be treated to a bonus performance??

Dorothy told her how much she enjoyed the execution. Sandy said she was glad she had been able to witness the event. For a moment they seemed to have forgotten I was standing there.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. Priscilla was dead on the gurney while Dorothy and Sandy were both naked. My eyes didn’t know who to focus on.

All of the sudden Sandy turned to me and asked, “I take it the squad has enough ammunition for a second execution?”

“They certainly do,” I told her with a smile, feeling my cock stir again.

“I’m happy to give my all for Mike’s pleasure,” Dorothy told my girlfriend. Then to my utter surprise they started making out with each other right then and there. It was one hell of a turn-on.

Those sexy bitches really groped and fondled each other. To my surprise Dorothy pushed my girlfriend back against the post Priscilla had recently stood in front of. Then she started tying her to it.

Sandy became confused. “Wait, I… this isn’t the way… Dorothy, don’t you have this backwards?”

“Not at all,” she told her with a grin. “I told you I was here to give my all to Mike. But this time I have something extra special planned.”

She looked at me and asked, “How about it, love? Care to watch me execute your girlfriend?”

Alarm filled Sandy’s features. Her quivering voice betrayed her emotions. “Mike? Darling??” But she received no sympathy from me. I was turned on like you wouldn’t believe.

“Oh, don’t worry about a thing, love,” Dorothy reassured her. “You promised Priscilla there would be a little munching in the morgue, right? I promise I’ll dine on your tasty muff just as soon as we’re done out here.”

“B-B-But Dorothy! Doesn’t Mike want to execute YOU??”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s been looking forward to seeing your lovely tits perforated for a long time, love. Just look at him over there.” Indeed, my cock had hardened right back up seeing the way Dorothy was preparing my girlfriend for a sexy, impromptu execution.

“Come on over, Mike. Say goodbye to your girlfriend!” When Dorothy eagerly waved me over, I jumped to obey.

I kissed Sandy as Dorothy put the blindfold over her eyes. It was the same blindfold that had adorned Priscilla’s face mere moments ago. After all, that lovely corpse certainly didn’t need it anymore.

My cock pushed up against Sandy’s crotch. She was wet as hell as she humped me a little in her growing fright. Dorothy told us, “Hunh – unh, love. I get to play with that now!”

We caressed Sandy all over. Dorothy actually reached down and rubbed my girlfriend’s wet crotch, fingering her dripping slit. “You’ve always wanted to munch on mine, love. Now I get to munch on yours. Oh don’t worry, about Mike. I promise I’ll take real good care of him.”

Dorothy got down on her knees right in front of me. I could hear the fear in Sandy’s voice. “M-Mike, are you s-sure about this?”

“Darling, you have no idea how turned on I am right now seeing you standing there naked and blindfolded, waiting for the firing squad to shred those gorgeous tits of yours.”

“Oh, I can vouch for that, love,” Dorothy said agreeably. “You should see how hard his cock is. But don’t you worry. I’m going to take care of his needs right now.”

Dorothy began sucking me nice and slow. I groaned from her skills. Sandy looked at me as though trying to stare through the blindfold.

Dorothy became noisier as she sucked and slurped. She took me deep down her throat until she gagged on it. I gasped and moaned my pleasure.

I could tell Sandy knew exactly what was going on. She kept staring in my direction. I couldn’t tell whether she was frightened or jealous. It was probably a little bit of both.

“He’s got a great cock, love,” Dorothy said to my girlfriend. “It must have been a real treat getting to suck and fuck him every day. I promise I’ll do my best to live up to the kind of girlfriend you were to him.” Then she took me back into her mouth, sucking and slurping as I reached out and groped Sandy’s trembling mounds. Her nipples were so wonderfully hard.

Dorothy backed off, leaving me frustrated. Then she stood upright. “Darling? You might want to step out of the way. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt with any of those slugs intended for your lovely Sandy now, would we?”

I stepped back and stood apart from my trembling girlfriend. Sandy was panting like crazy. It was obvious she’d never intended for this to happen.

Dorothy looked at the young women in their skirts and tops. Then she smiled as she told Sandy, “You have five wonderful executioners, love. They were quite accurate with Priscilla. But I’m asking them to save the last kill shot for me, you know… the one to your head? The one you enjoy giving out so much?”

Sandy whimpered and trembled. Dorothy rubbed her hands all over my girlfriend’s body. “Scared, love? No, I suppose you’re trembling with excitement, aren’t you… excitement at the idea of dying for your lovely boyfriend Mike here. I can assure you he’s really going to enjoy this.”

Sandy started hyperventilating as Dorothy stepped away. I don’t know why the hell I was so damned aroused. I’d cum just a few minutes ago, yet my balls felt like they were full again.

Dorothy didn’t say a word. There was no sound. I actually heard robins chirping not too far away.

Sandy panted like crazy. Then she started looking around as though she was getting anxious. What she’d done to Priscilla by taunting her had now come full circle. Karma can be such a wicked bitch.

“READY?”

Sandy almost jerked at Dorothy’s unexpected cry. Five rifles were lifted up; five rounds chambered. I inhaled sharply at the eroticism of it all.

Sandy’s chest rose and fell. I was looking forward to seeing those breasts of hers get perforated. Judging by the gleam in Dorothy’s eye I could tell she was looking forward to it as well.

There was a long silence. Then we all heard “AIM!” Dorothy barked it out, causing Sandy to jerk with a start against the post she was secured to.

Once more there was a long pause, an incredibly long pause. My cock was dripping. I couldn’t believe how aroused I’d become.

“FIRE!”

Sandy had no time to jump at Dorothy’s barked directive. Five shots rang out in unison. She grunted as five slugs penetrated her body.

Sandy groaned as she slumped against the post. She was still alive and upright, although I could tell she’d been fatally wounded. Blood bubbled up in her mouth.

Dorothy eagerly waved me to come right over. She motioned for me to start stroking while she held the revolver in her hand. She didn’t have to tell me twice.

Sandy finally lost the ability to stand. She slid weakly down the post until she was flat on her ass. Then Dorothy stepped forward.

“It’s time to put you out of your misery, love. You can’t see it. But maybe it will bring you some comfort – perhaps even a little pleasure – knowing your boyfriend is going to splatter your corpse with his baby-batter the moment I administer the coup de grace.”

Dorothy hefted the pistol and cocked the hammer. She gently placed the barrel up against Sandy’s temple. Then she told me, “Cum on her when I finish her off, Mike. Splatter her sexy corpse.”

Sandy let out a little whimper of agony. I stood right next to her, stroking like crazy. Dorothy told her, “Mike’s right here, love. He’s going to cum on you after I pull the trigger. Too bad you’re not going to feel him spunk his warm man-cream all over you.”

I stroked like crazy. I couldn’t ever remember participating in an execution so damned erotic. The fact it was my girlfriend being killed by that tart from England only made it better.

“Goodbye, Sandy. See you in the morgue. I bet your muff’s going to taste wonderful.”

I thought I heard Sandy gasp a little. Then Dorothy pulled the trigger. There was a puff of smoke from the loud report as my girlfriend’s head snapped back.

Sandy immediately went into death spasms. That’s when my cock went off. I sprayed her naked, spasming corpse as Dorothy gasped, “Yes, love! Cum all over her dead, sexy body! You have no idea how much that turns me on!”

I splattered my girlfriend until I thought I’d squeezed out most of my man-cream. Dorothy quickly got down on her knees and finished sucking me dry. “I’m jealous she got most of your spunk, darling. I just might have to lick it all off her corpse once we get her inside.”

She freed Sandy from the ropes tying her to the post. My dead girlfriend crumpled over onto her side. She looked so incredibly sexy lying there with bullet holes in her chest and forehead.

Dorothy grabbed Sandy and adjusted her around on the grass. She laid her out the way Sandy was going to end up on a slab in the morgue. I looked down at her with a feeling of incredible excitement. I’ll be damned if my cock didn’t start to stiffen again.

“Just look at her, darling. Doesn’t she look wonderful lying there on the ground? She took those bullets for you just like Mata Hari did all those years ago. Truly a lovely sight to behold!”

Dorothy reached down and grabbed my dangling member. It didn’t take long for me to stiffen right up in her hand. “We’re going to have a blast inside the morgue, darling… just you, me, and your lovely corpse of a girlfriend.”

She stroked me as I stood there looking at my dead Sandy. Just seeing her perforated like that was really turning me on again. It was too bad she wasn’t alive to witness my excitement.

“Let’s see what she has to say about her execution, love.” Then Dorothy knelt down. She removed the blindfold until my girlfriend’s eyes were revealed.

Sandy vacantly stared upward at us. My cream had splattered parts of her face and chest. The hole in the center of her forehead completed the sexy image.

“Just look at her, darling,” Dorothy told me enthusiastically. “It looks like she’s begging us to take her inside and have some fun with her.”

Dorothy calmly walked over to the gurney. She looked down at Priscilla’s dead body. Then she grabbed the gurney and unceremoniously tipped it over. The dead City U coed tumbled onto the ground in a heap.

“Sorry about that, love. But Sandy’s more important than you are right now. Don’t worry; eventually we’ll get back to you.”

She motioned for the firing squad to come over. They reverently lifted Sandy up onto the gurney. I think they were tender with her because of the emotional attachment they had with her, especially at being allowed to participate in so many of Sandy’s previously organized executions.

They slowly wheeled Sandy and the gurney into the morgue. Dorothy and I followed right behind. All our clothes as well as the weapons remained outside.

Once we got my corpse of a girlfriend inside, the firing squad departed, their duties having been concluded. That left Dorothy and I with Sandy. That’s when she began rubbing my girlfriend’s naked body all over.

I watched as Dorothy fingered her dead, dripping slit while I played with Dottie’s full, firm breasts. Dorothy murmured, “Sandy must have orgasmed the moment that hot lead tore into her. What a thrill it must have been. I can’t wait to feast on her wetness.”

Dorothy got a hose and washed Sandy’s body down while it remained on the gurney. She must have forgotten she was going to lick all my cream off. Maybe she was eager to get to the good stuff.

After washing it down, she began rubbing it all over with her hands, feeling up Sandy’s cooling corpse. It surprised me how much she seemed to be into it. I didn’t know what to do with myself. So I just stood there and watched. But it sure felt like I had a permanent erection.

Dorothy bent over and told my dead girlfriend, “You have no idea how turned on I am right now, love. You talked so many times about the women you played with right here in this very morgue after they were dead. Now it’s my turn to play with you.”

Sandy said nothing. She just stared upward with that vacant look in her eyes. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

Dorothy went on talking to her. “At the time I thought it was bloody disgusting the way you described what you did to each corpse. But now I’m beginning to understand what it was that must have turned you on about the whole bloody thing. Seeing you lying there with those holes in your chest? Seeing those lifeless eyes and that vacant expression? I can’t believe how turned on I am, love! Bloody hell!”

Dorothy tenderly ran her hand up and down Sandy’s corpse. She found a bullet hole and felt around inside it with a finger. “Bloody hell, love. Did you treat your victims this way?”

“I can attest to that,” I told her with a smile. “She loved feeling them up. She gave each one careful scrutiny once she got them inside.”

“Even playing with the bullet holes?” Dorothy asked incredulously as she stuck a finger in the one in Sandy’s right breast.

She smiled as she poked her fingers in more holes. Then she jerked her hands away. “Wait; what the hell am I doing?”

“You’re being inquisitive, Dorothy. And you have no idea what it’s doing to me.”

She looked at my erection and smiled as she licked her lips. Then she went back to poking fingers in my girlfriend’s bullet-ridden corpse. I couldn’t remember if Sandy had ever fingered bullet holes in her victims before. But I was almost sure she had.

“This is so kinky, darling. Why am I so turned on?”

“I don’t know. But you’re sure as hell turning me on too.”

Dorothy stuck a finger in a hole near the center of Sandy’s chest. Then she stuck one in her forehead, the one she’d created by administering the coup de grace. She playfully wriggled both fingers, checking my response. I just grinned at her, becoming more and more aroused.

“Bloody hell! It feels so intimate violating her like this!”

“She doesn’t seem to mind, Dottie. Just look at her face. I almost think she likes it!”

Dorothy stuck her fingers in all the holes. She even wriggled them around inside. Sandy never objected, not even once.

I finally asked, “Still going to feast on her muff, Dorothy?” I had my doubts it was really going to happen. Our tart from England wasn’t into girls, certainly not in that way.

She looked at me for a long moment. Then she smiled before she moved to the end of the gurney. She grabbed Sandy’s legs and pulled her body down until my girlfriend’s crotch was within easy reach.

Dorothy splayed the legs off the end of the gurney. She fingered the wet slit, breathlessly observing how damp she was. “She must have cum the moment those rifles went off, love.”

“I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if she did.”

Dorothy leaned over and began kissing Sandy’s crotch. Then she tentatively stuck her tongue out. She lapped up the sticky fluids before pulling her head up, commenting on the incredible taste.

She leaned back in and began licking some more. I heard little slurping sounds. Dorothy moaned as she began to lick a little more enthusiastically.

By now I was so hard and throbbing that I had to have another release. Dorothy was right there handy, all bent over invitingly. So I slowly pushed my hard cock into her pussy from behind, making her moan into Sandy’s crotch.

“Bloody hell, Mike! I never knew this could be such a turn-on. No wonder Sandy loved doing this to each of your lovely execution victims. Fuck me hard, darling. I’m so hot for it that I need a good shag right now.”

I thrust in nice and hard. Dorothy grabbed Sandy’s ass, pulling her dead crotch up closer to her mouth. She gasped and moaned as she continued to lick and slurp while I gave it to her good.

Sandy lay there like a trooper, taking it all without one peep of protest. She just kept staring up at the ceiling as though encouraging us to violate her. It was arousing as hell.

I was horny like you wouldn’t believe, watching Dorothy feast on my dead girlfriend’s womanhood. There was just one thing left to do.

I paused and slid out of Dottie’s pussy while I went to fetch it. She looked to see what I was doing. “Where are you going, love? Don’t leave me now! I was getting close!”

“I’m just getting something to help you get off, Dottie. Go back to what you were doing.”

She went back to feasting on Sandy’s muff. I returned with a knife before slipping back inside her wet tightness. She gasped and whimpered with lust.

Dorothy grunted and moaned as she slurped and munched. Sandy’s naked corpse rocked a little. I could feel myself getting close. Now that Sandy had gotten her surprise, it was time for Dorothy to get hers.

I pulled her upright as I thrust my cock up into her. I could feel her clenching. She was going to pop off at any moment.

“Cum for me, you sexy bitch!” I breathed into her ear. She reached down and fingered her button, moaning excitedly as I got ready. Then I brought the blade up and held it against her throat.

“Darling, what are you doing – AWKAUGGHH!” That’s when I sliced right through her neck.

Dottie let out a gawk as blood started pouring out of the wound I’d just made. Her body began to jerk in my grasp. That’s when her lovely fuck-box began clenching like crazy.

“I’m sure Sandy wanted you dead this whole time, darling,” I whispered into her ear. “I couldn’t very well say no to my girlfriend, could I? Three victims in one day? I’m going to pump gallons of baby-batter into all three of you!”

Dorothy started to jerk and spasm. I could feel her trying to milk another cum right out of me. It was erotic as hell the way she was hitching and gurgling.

“Cum for me, Dorothy. Is the London tart going to orgasm for me as she dies?” Then I sliced a little more across her neck.

More blood began flowing out as she writhed and spasmed. She kept trying to speak, her mouth opening and closing. But her words were gurgling in her throat.

I rammed my cock hard up her quivering love-slit as I hissed into her ear, “You’re a tart, darling. Now you can die like one.”

She was no longer munching on Sandy. Signals from her brain were getting scrambled. Amazingly her hand reached down and fingered herself as I sliced through flesh and bone.

She really jerked as I tried to cut through her neck. Her pussy was clenching like crazy. I was on the verge of shooting my load until she squeezed me right out.

I completely severed Dorothy’s head from her neck. Her body fell out of my grasp and crumpled onto the floor of the morgue. It left my erection stiff and twitching.

“Arrgghh; so good, Dottie!” Then I brought her head down and thrust into her mouth. That’s when my cock went off.

Her eyes stared straight ahead in surprise as though she couldn’t believe it. I kept thrusting and pumping my creamy load into her mouth. Her lips quivered as though she could taste my spunk.

I pulled out of her mouth and held her head upright. My baby-batter mingled with the blood from her severed neck, spilling out and dropping onto the floor. It was incredible.

I looked into her eyes and told her how much I loved her participation in Sandy’s execution. I said it had been erotic as hell. Cumming in her severed skull at the end was simply icing on the cake.

It was time to give my dead girlfriend what I knew she was hoping to receive. But I pushed my cock against her other hole instead. Then I slowly forced my way through her clenched sphincter.

I began thrusting in and out, enjoying her anal passage. She just lay there all limp and lifeless. But she had this expression as if to say, “I should have known you’d want to take my ass after I was gone.”

“Yes, Sandy; yes! I’ve always loved your ass!” Then I began thrusting hard and fast.

I was still aroused and stiff from my experience with Dorothy. I didn’t know how long I could last. But I gave Sandy my all, enjoying her ass as I lifted her legs, crying out my enthusiasm for an afternoon well spent.

I gave my girlfriend one last hard fuck. I even alternated between her ass and pussy. She didn’t seem to mind.

I went back and forth between holes while glancing behind me at where I’d left Dorothy’s severed head. Somehow I stayed hard enough. I thought about Sandy giving Priscilla the coup de grace, and it helped keep me nice and stiff.

I went back to her ass, enjoying how tight she was. I remembered how I’d so casually snuffed Dorothy. Her blood was everywhere, her eyes staring lifelessly back at me.

I managed one last climax, although I didn’t give Sandy very much cream. Then I was reminded of Dorothy’s promise to munch on her muff. I pulled out before placing her head back against my girlfriend’s leaking crotch.

“Clean her out, darling! Taste my cream oozing out of her hole!” I didn’t hear any licking or slurping. But Dorothy looked like she was giving it her all as I raised my arms in triumph.

What a day it had been. Three executions in one afternoon. And I still had Priscilla to bring in and enjoy.

I had a couple more hours to kill. And I had three lovely corpses to play with. How the hell was I ever going to top that?

2019 (written for Mike and Sandy Aug 2 ’19 by riwa)

(Renders are courtesy of Mike Hunt.)

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Jacuzzi bound – an Emma drowning short 4.2 (11)

Emma struggled like crazy to keep her head above water. But the Jacuzzi continued to fill, causing her to keep slipping under. She submerged and struggled to get her head back up, sputtering as she snorted water out of her nose.

Gawd! Where the hell was that damned Chanta? Was that bitch actually going to let her drown??

Emma whimpered before losing her position. She slipped deeper, thrashing and rocking like mad as she fought to get her head back above the surface. She managed to wriggle her way up, only to realize the water was higher. Now she could barely keep her head up.

“CH… CHANTAAAA – GLURB!”

She slipped under again, her feet wriggling like crazy. Her toes curled as she struggled to wriggle and rock her way back up. Clearing the surface, she gasped for breath, only to slip back under again in a flurry of bubbles.

Was it getting harder to stay up? Was it because the water level was getting dangerously high? Did it really matter? Now she was barely managing to get her head back up.

Once more Emma tried to cry out, desperately hoping Chanta was in the room keeping a watchful eye on her. The bitch was probably observing her from somewhere nearby, no doubt getting off watching her slip under the surface. Couldn’t she see how hard it was for her to keep her head above water??

“CHAN-TAAH…..!!”

She gurgled as she slipped under again. Emma wriggled like crazy, desperate to get her head back up above the surface. She popped up, gasped anxiously for breath, and then slipped right back under.

Emma held her breath, desperately trying to regain her strength enough for another try at getting her head above the surface. Looking up, she saw the water level above her. It almost sent her into a panic.

She wriggled and squirmed, straining to get her head above water. The closest she came was breaking the surface with her forehead. She strained, but she couldn’t even get her nose above water.

Emma’s heart leaped into her throat as a wave of panic swept through her. A moment later she thrashed about like mad in a frantic effort to break the surface. She only succeeded in sloshing water around in the Jacuzzi.

Her lungs heaved, wanting another breath of air. She strained with all her might, losing bubbles out of her mouth and nose. But she couldn’t quite get there.

Emma felt panic rise up in her throat. She tried once more to get her head up. But the water was just too high.

The bar securing her wrists and ankles kept her in an awkward position. She rocked back and forth, struggling to get her head above water. Now it seemed like she was slipping into a dangerous angle that prevented her from rising upward.

Her mind cried out as her cheeks bulged. Emma struggled to hold her breath, hoping like hell Mistress Chanta was somewhere nearby keeping a close eye on her. Then her lungs gave out.

Emma lost a massive burst of bubbles. A moment later the buildup down between her legs erupted in a fireball of orgasmic discharge. That’s when she began humping against the water, her toes curling as she screamed her air away.

The last of her breath spewed from her mouth and nose. Now her chest was on fire. If Chanta didn’t get her ass over to her soon, she was going to drown in a matter of seconds! She could feel the anxiety swelling inside her toward a second orgasmic detonation that would overcome her the moment she started swallowing water…

2008; 2019 (written Nov 26 ’08; ed. Sep 25 ‘19 by riwa)

 

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Emma in chains – a picture short

Emma could only lay there wondering how she’d allowed herself to get caught. Now she was chained and was about to be dumped into the tank. Unfortunately there was no one here she considered a friend… no one who would show her mercy.

It was the bitch who came down to dispose of her. “Sorry I can’t stay and play,” she cackled. “Besides, it’s better it ends this way.” Then with a burst of laughter she was rolled over into the pit.

Emma burbled anxiously, struggling with the chains as she came to rest sitting on her ass. She felt a surge of panic as she fought to free herself. Could she hold her breath long enough to get loose?

Emma struggled like mad as she attempted to free herself. But the chains were too heavy, making it difficult getting to her feet. Her lungs began to burn, a warning she would not be able to stay underwater indefinitely.

“FUCK!” she burbled as she struggled like mad. But she simply could not shake the chains from her body. Then her lungs began to heave, indicating her time was short. That’s when she began to thrash about as panic set in.

Her lungs screamed at her until her mouth opened and air burst out past her lips. Emma convulsed painfully as she gulped water into her stomach and down her windpipe. She grunted and gurgled, straining for the surface she would never be able to reach on her own.

Air bubbles dribbled out of her spasming body until she rolled over onto her side, coming to rest on a section of the marble floor in the pit. She shuddered again, a wave of erotica forced out of her body in a quivering orgasm. Then the life winked out of her eyes.

2009; 2019 (written Jun 5 ’09; ed. Sep 25 ‘19 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Russian Girls Amateur Videos “Janna UW” and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Terrie takes herself out 4.4 (33)

I loved her breasts and she loved mine. We must have spent an hour kissing, licking and sucking each other. I liked her tan lines and the way her tits went white.

She really loved the way we made out with each other’s mounds. She seemed to be getting all hot and bothered. So I figured it was time to take this lez-curious exotic dancer to the next level.

I began fingering her nub. That really drove her wild, especially when I sucked on her tits. She writhed and groaned with pleasure.

She fingered my nub as I fingered hers. We lay side by side, feasting and moaning on each other’s swollen orbs. The sexy, lez-curious bitch was really hot for it.

I shifted my position so I was lying next to her in the opposite direction. There was just enough room so she could suck on my nipples as I sucked on hers. It also meant I could reach down and play with her swollen clit.

I stuck a couple fingers into her dripping muff and fucked her with them. That really set her off. She writhed and clenched as she sucked on my titties.

She found my dripping slit and fingered me as well. I sucked on her tits as she sucked on mine. When she went off in orgasm I was so turned on that I popped off a few seconds later.

I grinned at her as I rolled my chest on top of her face. I mashed my mouth against her tits as she tried to suck on mine underneath me. Then I went back to fingering her harder.

She writhed and moaned underneath me as our breasts 69ed each other’s face. We tried to out-finger each other. I got her off first, and her back arched as she climaxed hard underneath me.

I rolled off, leaving her panting hard. We kissed each other deeply. Then I rolled back onto her face for round two.

I began fingering her again as she fingered me. But this time my breasts completely covered her mouth and nose. It wasn’t long before she started grunting underneath me in alarm.

She tried to roll me off as she kept letting out muffled grunts. I thrust three fingers into her clenching slit just as hard as I could. Then she began to buck and shudder underneath me.

I could feel her clenching as her fluids poured out. I mashed my face into her breasts, screaming my pleasure in a muffled cry as I sucked on them. Then she went still beneath me.

I was almost there, ready to cum when I slowly rose up off her face. She just stared upward, lifeless eyes open in surprise. Then I saw her chest heave.

I wildly threw myself back upon her, mashing my breasts against her face. I began finger-fucking her hard as I sucked on her tits. I could feel her pussy clench around my fingers as she tried to buck a little. Then she was perfectly still underneath me.

I panted for breath as I rose up off her. She had that same expression in her eyes. This time her chest didn’t rise or fall.

I’d smothered the sexy bitch to death! That realization made me giddy. So I fell back upon her chest.

I reached back, grabbed her fingers and pushed them into my cunt. Then I began fingering the sexy bitch hard. That’s when I started cumming, knowing I’d asphyxiated the lez-curious dancer.

I kept fingering her hard as I mashed my face against her tits. I thought I felt her pussy clench around my wriggling digits. Was she cumming well after death??

It was so damned arousing that I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. Each one felt more intense than the last. I ended up climaxing the very breath out of my lungs.

My heart hammered inside me. I was weak and dizzy. That’s when I felt pains in my chest.

Was I having a heart attack? I tried to rise up off her tits. But I didn’t have the strength.

I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t get any air. My mouth and nose were mashed hard against her boobs. To my horror I realized I was asphyxiating myself on her glorious tits.

I tried to lift my head up. But my chest really hurt. For the moment I didn’t have any strength. I couldn’t move anything, not even an arm or leg.

I could feel her dead fingers inside me. That’s when I began to clench and spasm. Then I was cumming… cumming without the benefit of air.

It flushed hotly through me as I got all weak and dizzy. My fingers were still inside her. But now they had a mind of their own as they kept wriggling.

I was dimly aware of her fingers in my cunt as my lungs screamed at me. It was like she was having her revenge by finger-fucking me as I tried to breathe. My heart was having palpitations to the point where I couldn’t lift my face up off her tits.

I tried to breathe again. But I could feel myself spiraling away. Another orgasm washed through me, claiming any remaining strength I might have used to climb off.

I went all limp and lifeless. My body was aware of her fingers in my cunt. It kept responding by clenching and cumming, even as her dead pussy was clenching less and less around my fingers in her cunt.

Sporadic muscle spasms rippled through me. I finally rolled lifelessly off her body onto the floor. She had that same vacant look as she stared upwards. But now my expression matched hers.

She’d definitely gone out with a bang. But in my zeal I’d taken myself out with her. It was only a matter of the coroner determining whether it was my heart or a lack of oxygen.

(Aug 4 ’19 – inspired by the picture above)

 

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Sadie suck-strangle

She stretched herself out on top of the bed naked. She watched his erection grow. It turned her on.

She rolled over onto her back and hung her head off the side of the bed. She hungrily smacked her lips. He knelt in front of her, his cock tantalizingly close.

She started licking the tip of his dick. He pushed it further between her lips. She began sucking noisily with lust.

She began caressing her breasts as he thrust in and out. He smiled as he looked down on her. Then he reached over and picked up a pair of discarded nylons off the floor.

He wrapped them around her neck. She just moaned as she took him deeper. Then he pulled on both ends.

She groaned as she hungrily sucked his manhood down her throat. He pulled the nylons tighter. She grunted as she groped her breasts.

He pulled harder. She began to struggle to get a breath of air down her throat. She sucked harder as his cock pushed deeper past her lips.

Her right hand slid down until her fingers began swirling over her swollen clit. She writhed as she struggled to get a breath down her throat. Her back arched as she grunted and moaned.

He pulled harder on the nylons as he pushed deeper down her throat. Her fingers swirled in a blur as she rubbed her nub. Then his cock pushed into her mouth until his balls were up against her nose.

Her throat closed off as she began to buck and shudder. The nylons constricted around her throat until she couldn’t breathe at all. Her back fully arched as her hands instinctively flew up to claw at the nylons around her neck.

Her eyes rolled as she grew dizzy and disoriented. Then she was squirting her orgasm as consciousness spiraled into oblivion. Then last thing she felt was his cock going off, his cream flowing down her throat until she abruptly went limp.

4-22-2019

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (12)

Coming June rewards

The conclusion to Emma’s trip to the Jersey shore
Mother and daughter are feuding while facing execution
Two women in scuba gear take vengeance on a woman in a pond
The start of my club series Mr. Wayne
Dorothy attends a unique initiation with her sister
Claudia goes on vacation to get away from her husband and meets a man who satisfies her sexually
Another Joia chapter
Another Teri in the holodeck chapter
Another Shelly in Cancun chapter
A woman engages in a risky masturbation session
A guy hunts down females from 1940’s Germany to give them a just punishment

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

There have been some distractions this last month. I’ve had story arcs I’ve wanted to get back to. But it’s been more of a struggle than I anticipated. I think it’s because Mom’s health has come into question.

There was a run to the emergency room. And she has unhealthy habits. For the most part, I tend to remain stoic on the outside, mostly because I’m trying to avoid stress as much as I can. But it may be weighing on me on a sub-conscious level. She’s been trying to get things prepared at her house should the inevitable eventually occur. That cannot help but weigh upon one’s mind.

So I try to apply myself to my writing and limit stress as much as I can. I work on organizing stories, trying not to duplicate uploads. I edit older stories in advance, getting them ready ahead of time just in case. And I try to come up with new stories without locking myself down into potentially longer tales involving many chapters. I dislike leaving things unfinished, and I have a few stories I’d like to get back to and bring them to a conclusion that satisfies me (and you, I hope).

But enough about me. I hope you are all doing well. I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

Library note: I managed to get a star rating system in place. I hope it holds for a while. Feel free to rate a story you enjoy. I am still receiving your comments, although I am unable at this time to make them viewable to the public. I don’t want to break something while trying to fix it. My apologies.

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Stanley’s first victim 3.4 (19)

The phone rang. A moment later it stopped ringing. That’s when the answering machine kicked in… “I’m not here and I can’t afford voice mail; I’m just a writer.”

Beeep!

“Stanley, pick up. I know you’re there. Where the hell is my script? You said you were working on a screenplay! Stanley? Stanley, are you going to send me something or aren’t you? I paid you an advance, you know. Now get on your damned typewriter and type me something!”

Beeep!

He had an idea for his next novel. But that was all he had. Now his agent wanted a screenplay.

That wasn’t so hard, was it? A screenplay was like a novel. He wouldn’t have to fill in so many details. He just had to describe the action while splicing in some dialogue.

He took his boat out onto the lake. He picked a spot and cut the engine. Then he let it drift as he stood there thinking about it.

The idea he had was promising. But he wanted to do a little research first. Maybe that would trigger a starting point for his script.

On a whim he traveled to a home and gardening store in a small town. That’s when he came across something that got his attention. He decided to make some purchases. Then he took the items home.

He took his purchases out to his boat. Then he motored back out onto the lake. He could feel things starting to coalesce in his mind. But he still couldn’t quite put it all together. And he wasn’t sure where exactly to start.

That night he visited some friends across the lake. They liked to get together and watch horror movies. They asked him if he was working on his next book. He said he was doing a screenplay, but was still fishing around for ideas.

For the next few days he stared at his word processor, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. But still, nothing would come. He knew where he wanted to take the story. He just wasn’t sure how to get started.

The phone rang again. The answering machine took over. “I’m not here and I can’t afford voice mail; I’m just a writer.”

Beeep!

“Stanley? Stanley?? Where the hell are you? I have a production company cooling their heels waiting for a script!”

Stanley sighed as he picked up the phone. “I’m working on it.”

“Working on what?”

“I’ll tell you just as soon as I figure it out myself.”

“Stanley, that’s not funny.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not writing comedy.”

“Stanley, give me something. Give me anything! What are you working on?”

“I was thinking about a serial killer who goes around drowning girls.”

“A serial killer drowning girls?”

“What; you don’t like it?”

“I don’t know. A serial killer who drowns girls? It’s kind of different; it shows promise. So what’s the holdup?”

“I don’t have my first girl yet.”

“Then what are you waiting for? For Gawd’s sake, Stanley; go get her!”

“All right – all right; I’ll go find a girl to drown!”

“That’s the spirit! Stanley, I want pages! Get me some pages!”

“I thought you wanted me to get a girl to drown.”

“Damn you, Stanley!” Then the line went dead.

Stanley sighed heavily. Where was he going to get a girl to drown? He had everything ready on his boat. All he needed was the right person to start his script.

On a whim he took a drive down to LA in his van. He didn’t really know who or what he was looking for. He simply hoped something would come to him, some sort of inspiration.

He was driving around the outskirts of the city when an incredible sight caught his attention. It was a young woman walking along the side of the road in a wedding dress. That was someone he hadn’t even considered.

Occasionally she looked back over her shoulder as though someone was coming after her. That’s when he pulled over and opened the passenger side door to his van, asking if she wanted a lift. She nodded as she came over and eagerly climbed inside.

“Where are you going?”

“Just get me the hell out of here.”

“I can do that.” And with that he drove off.

Along the way she told him all about it. The guy was an ass. He didn’t deserve her. She hadn’t wanted to get married in the first place. So she’d bailed a couple hours before the wedding.

She asked him to stop somewhere and pick up some beer. He said he had some at his cabin by the lake. She said that would be fine with her.

When they got there, he let her inside and got her a beer. She quickly downed it and then asked for another. That’s when he saw the beginning of his script start to take shape in his mind.

Several beers later she was all but hammered. That’s when he suggested taking her to a party. She protested she didn’t have anything else to wear.

He said the partiers would find her appealing in her wedding dress. They worked on movies, and liked seeing people in costume as it gave them inspiration. She giggled as she decided that would be a great idea.

He told her the party might run a little late. She said she didn’t care. She had no intention of going back to LA, at least not right now.

He asked how she felt about going across the lake for a boat ride. She said she didn’t mind. In fact she liked boats.

He walked her along his dock and got her into his boat. Then he took her out onto the water. He figured the rest of it shouldn’t be all that hard, especially since she was so thoroughly intoxicated.

She was excited about going to a party. And she liked being out on his boat. At one point she even suggested they might take a little swim together. He got the impression the beer had made him somewhat attractive to her.

Partway out he began playing with the engine controls. Then he shut it off. The boat glided to a stop.

“What happened?” she asked, looking all around.

“Engine conked out,” he replied as he went back to have a look at it. “It happens from time to time. Usually I can fix it right away with a wrench and a pair of pliers.”

“We won’t sink, will we?”

“The boat will stay afloat. It’s just the engine that needs work.”

“But what if I fall out?” she giggled, standing up and wobbling dangerously close to the opening in the railing on deck.

“I can help you with that,” he told her with a smile.

He got the rope he’d made ready. Then he tied one end around her ankles. The other end he attached to a cement block, the one he’d purchased back at that home and gardening store.

“There,” he said with a smile as he pattered her legs. “All secure. Now if you fall out of the boat, the rope will keep you tied to this cement block.”

“Are you sure?” she asked with a giggle. She seemed to be amused by the whole thing.

“Let’s find out.” Then he pushed her out through the opening in the side of the boat.

She let out a cry as she pitched forward. She hit the water with a splash. But she came right back up, sputtering angrily.

“Hey! You didn’t have to do that!”

“You said you wanted to go for a swim.”

“Not in my wedding dress?!”

“I thought you wanted to make sure the rope would keep you secured. You’re tethered to it right now; isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, but I never expected to end up in the water!”

“Let’s see if you stay tethered, ok?” Then he pushed the block to the edge of the boat.

She gave him a funny look before asking, “What are you doing?” That’s when he pushed the block off the boat. It hit the water with a splash before plummeting straight to the bottom.

She let out a cry that was abruptly cut off as she was jerked under. Immediately she began writhing and bubbling as she was taken all the way to the bottom. She tried pulling for the surface with her arms. But she couldn’t make any headway against the cement block taking her down.

She hadn’t grabbed a good breath when the block was pushed into the water. So her lungs were already straining. She spasmed and convulsed the moment the block hit bottom.

She coughed and grunted as she flailed for the surface. But her ankles were too tightly fastened with the rope. The block was keeping her tethered to the bottom.

She began hitching and gurgling as she coughed up water and bubbles. She spasmed and convulsed painfully, her body jerking and doubling over. Her struggles lessened until she became limp, her body gently swaying back and forth in her white wedding dress.

She stared straight ahead in astonishment. She had a final, fleeting thought that she might have been better off going through with the wedding instead of running away. A moment later the life winked out of her horrified eyes.

Stanley stayed at the surface long enough to watch the bubbles come up. After a while the water became still. There was no indication of life below. All he saw was the occasional bubble that popped to the surface. Even those stopped coming up.

Stanley went up to the front of his craft and started the engine. Then he swung the boat around. That’s when he motored back to the dock.

The phone rang. The machine answered… “I’m not here and I can’t afford voice mail; I’m just a writer.”

“Stanley? Stanley, what’s going on? Stanley, pick up!”

“Ok – ok; I picked up. What do you want now?”

“Stanley, did you drown her yet?”

“I was just going to sit down and start writing about it when you called.”

“That’s good, Stanley. That’s very good. Now get me some pages, ok?”

“Ok – ok; I’m starting to type right now.” Then he hung up the phone.

He sat down at his word processor and thought about the events of the evening. Then he began to type…

She was walking along the side of the road in a wedding dress when he saw her.

Now he had his beginning…

2019 (written Sep 26 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the TV movie Cabin by the Lake.)

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A bootlegger’s books 4.4 (37)

Corrine tried the key in the lock. It opened just like it was supposed to. She slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind her.

The place was dark; the lights were off. Immediately she clicked on the flashlight in her hand. Then she began making her way through the building.

She passed several large vats and tanks. The smell of liquor was strong. She couldn’t believe the police hadn’t raided the building sooner. But apparently they were after bigger fish.

Corinne carefully flashed the light all around. No one was supposed to be in the building. The morning crew wouldn’t arrive for another three hours.

She knew the direction she needed to go. She’d been in the building several times before. So far she’d kept her connections with the authorities well hidden. But there was always a danger, and she needed to be careful just in case.

Corinne made it to the back room of the brewery. The door to the office lay before her. This one she didn’t have a key for. But she was confident she could get inside.

She pulled out her tool and began working the lock. It was a simple mechanism. No one expected a rival to get this far, much less break into the office. The dangers were much too great. But as a woman she stood a better chance than most.

She spent several minutes working the lock. Then she heard a satisfying click. She carefully turned the knob and then slowly pushed the door open.

She saw the huge desk in the middle of the room. File cabinets sat against one wall. But it was the safe she needed to open. What she wanted lay inside.

Corinne flashed her light until she found it in the corner. She walked up to it and quietly knelt. Then she began working the dial. This was another of her skills she’d learned.

It was believed an attractive female might have a better chance of getting close to these bootleggers. A couple of agents had disappeared recently. There were rumors of them ending up in the river with cement shoes.

Corinne took her time with the dial. She had to start over several times. But she knew she had to be patient. Persistence in these things usually yielded results.

She heard a quiet click of the locking mechanism. Corrine carefully turned the handle. The door of the safe quietly swung open.

The books were there, right where she’d learned they should be. In them were payments to several bootleggers. This was a chance to shut down several operations with one swift stroke.

She pulled out a book and glanced through the pages using her flashlight. The glimpses she got confirmed her suspicions. These were the ones she wanted; they looked genuine enough.

She took the books out of the safe. Then she closed and secured it. She flashed the light around the room one last time before gathering up the books and heading for the door.

She carefully locked it behind her. She didn’t want anyone to know there had been a break-in until it was too late. Missing books might cause certain gentlemen to take a powder, destroying their chances of netting several bootleggers at once.

Corrine headed back through the building toward the front door. This was the part that always made her heart skip a beat. It would not do being discovered this close to success. Besides, there was no telling what might be done to her if she were caught.

The coast looked clear; she was halfway to the door. That’s when her woman’s intuition began to ping like crazy. Something didn’t feel right.

Had it been too easy? She’d had to take her time with the office door as well as the door to the safe. There was a secret meeting with several of the bootleggers, indicating the early morning hour was her best opportunity. Yet her intuition was causing alarm bells to ring in her head.

Instinctively Corinne began rushing toward the door. Now she wanted to get out of there in the worst way. Her heart beat fast; she felt strangely frightened.

A sound in the back of one of the tanks made her pause, anxiously turning her head. Then she started to break into a run. That’s when a light came on, stopping her dead in her tracks.

Two men in spotless suits emerged out of the shadows right in front of her. Corinne recognized one of them as Jack, Harlowe’s right-hand man. The other was Tom, a man she’d slept with a couple of times in order to get pertinent information.

Jack shook his head as he put his hand out. “I’ll take those if you don’t mind.” Corinne desperately tried to play a trump card.

“Al sent me. He wants to see them. He says there’s been something fishy with the books lately.”

For a moment she thought it was going to work. He paused as though uncertain. Then he stuck his hand out again as he told her, “I’ll take them to him myself.”

Corinne thought fast. Then she started to hand them over. “Go right ahead, Jack. Let’s just hope he isn’t pissed you’re handing them over instead of me. He’s liable to ask some very probing questions.”

To her dismay Jack took them from her. Then she heard movement behind her. Two lackeys she didn’t recognize were approaching her with lengths of rope in their hands.

“Jack, what’s this all about?” He just looked at the books in his hands as though they were all there. Then he nodded at his companion who stepped forward.

“You’ll take care of this; won’t you, Tom? This won’t be a problem because you slept with the bitch, will it?”

“No problem at all, Jack.”

“That’s good to hear.” Then Jack took the books back in the direction Corinne had spirited them from.

“Tom, what’s the meaning of this?” Corinne’s heart was beating fast. She didn’t like the way this was going down.

“I’m sorry to have to do this to you, babe. You shouldn’t have gotten involved.”

“I told you Al sent me – hey!”

Her wrists were being tightly secured. Then one of the lackeys started tying her ankles together. The other one was helping her stay upright with rough hands on her arms.

Corinne felt her heart leap into her throat. How was this going to end? Were they going to take her to Al all trussed up like this? She didn’t think so.

“Tom, what’s going on? You KNOW me! I told you I was only doing what I was told!”

He sadly shook his head. “You were a good lay, Corinne. It’s a shame you had to come in here and try to swipe the books for the feds.”

She tried to remain calm. But she couldn’t stop the color draining from her face. How could they know that??

“Tom, what the hell is this all about?” Then he nodded at one of the lackeys. He produced some tape which he used to cover her mouth.

Corinne tried to yell at the top of her lungs. But it was much too late for that. Then Tom motioned behind them at something upward… “Gentlemen, that should be strong enough.”

She turned to look, only to cry out into the tape covering her mouth. One of the lackeys had a rope and was tossing it over a low hanging steel girder. One end of the rope was fashioned into a noose.

Panic filled Corinne’s features. She tried to beg and plead with Tom not to do this terrible thing. He just looked at her with a sense of sadness.

One of the lackeys brought the noose down and looped it around her throat. Corinne promptly wet herself. She violently shook her head as she began to quiver with terror.

Tom looked right at her as he told them, “Take her up into the air and then tie it off. Harlowe wants her dangling in plain view when the Feds raid the place tomorrow.” And with that Corinne was hauled up into the air.

She grunted as her neck felt the strain of the rope around her throat. Her feet began dolphin-kicking for the floor below. But it was a couple of feet beneath her.

Her knees bent as her arms jerked violently behind her back. Her face began to turn red as the noose cut off her breath. She gave Tom an accusatory look. But accusation soon gave way to panic.

Tom and the lackeys watched her as she kicked and struggled. Her arms jerked harder behind her back as her legs kicked together from her secured ankles. She became desperate as she struggled to pull the smallest breath of air through her nose to relieve the agony in her lungs.

Jack came back out minus the books. He coldly looked at the dangling woman. “She’s dead; let’s go, boys.” And with that they turned and headed for the door. That’s when the lights went out, leaving Corinne to kick and struggle in the darkness.

She tried to scream, but her throat was closed off. Her legs kicked around like a fish dangling from a line. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She didn’t want to die; not like this. She sure as hell didn’t want to be found like this the next morning. Chances are she wasn’t going to look very good when the Feds arrived to raid the place… if that was indeed true.

Breathlessness made her kick harder. Her grunts diminished until she could no longer make a sound. Corinne finally tired herself out.

Her chest kept heaving as she tried to breathe. She could feel her bladder giving way. Surely her bowel wouldn’t be too far behind.

It was going to be humiliating. She didn’t want to be found dangling and soiled in humiliation. But there was nothing she could do about it. Already her vision was dimming around the edges as she felt internal organs shutting down.

She dangled in agony for another minute or two as stray muscles fired. Then her vision failed despite her eyes being open. She was dimly aware of her bladder giving way as consciousness was mercifully strangled right out of her…

2019 (written for Corinne Sep 9 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Corinne’s artwork.)

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Terrie’s end (Death by dildo?) 4.3 (14)

Shemale Terrie was out slumming again. She was in a seedy Tampa nightclub trolling for fresh meat. She had the urge to spend a lethal night with a big-breasted bitch, strangling her to death and then fucking death-cums out of her twitching corpse for an hour or two.

She danced with a couple of promising bitches. But they didn’t pass her initial exam. She wanted to enjoy a slow, sensuous strangle. Those two looked like they would die much too quickly.

She had just finished her drink and was looking for a new target when she saw someone coming in her direction. The bitch looked like an old girlfriend. But when she got closer Terrie realized it was someone she didn’t know.

“My names Camille. I see you’ve been hitting the dance floor, honey. Care to have a go with me?”

Terrie eyed the busty bitch hungrily. Her throat looked perfect for squeezing. “I’d love to,” Terrie said with all the charm of a cobra.

They went out and slow-danced together. Terrie felt her she-clitty getting harder under her short skirt. When they pressed up tight to each other she could feel it pressing into Camille. How would the bitch respond?

Camille eyed her dangerously. “Are you packing, honey? Let me see for myself.”

She reached under Terrie’s skirt and grabbed the stiff piece of meat. “Going commando, eh? Like to show it off to everyone? Or do you just like the way it feels when you’re dancing close to someone?”

Camille grabbed it before kissing Terrie hard. The shemale gasped and moaned as she got a handjob right there on the dance floor. A moment later she was spurting in the sexy bitch’s grasp.

“My, you are an eager one, honey. “Care to spend some alone time together?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Terrie panted lustfully. She was already imagining how the lights would go out in those eyes while strangling her.

Choke her during sex? Strangle her with her bra? Fuck her from behind while using nylons around her neck while making her look into a mirror? Terrie panted from all the erotic possibilities.

They left the nightclub in separate cars and met at a motel on the outskirts of town. The location was perfect. Terrie drooled at the possibility of leaving behind a sexy, big-breasted corpse for the housekeeper to find in the morning.

Once inside they got right to it, kissing and fondling and making out with each other. Terrie thought about making a quick kill. But she liked this bitch and wanted to prolong their time together.

Camille had no problem getting on her knees and sucking Terrie’s “clitty” back to life. And Terrie had no problem returning the favor by licking Camille’s dripping snatch. As she lapped an orgasm out of her she wondered how much fun it would be to smother the bitch with her tits.

Camille shoved Terrie flat on her back on the bed with her legs dangling over the end. Then she went for her bag. She put on a pair of latex gloves, making them snap. Then she reached in and pulled out a large strap-on.

“In case you didn’t know, I’m packing a little heat myself, honey. I’ve sucked yours. Now let’s have you suck mine.” She smiled as she attached it around her waist before presenting it to her.

Camille stroked her toy as Terrie got on her knees. She crawled over on all fours and took it into her mouth. Then she began sucking it like the sluttiest of whores. This night was going to turn out much better than she could have possibly imagined! With a little luck she could add that strap-on around her waist and give the bitch a double-fucking while strangling her to death.

Camille made her stand up before shoving her back onto the bed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a jar of cream. Then she dipped a gloved hand inside and scooped out a little.

She rubbed it all over her strap-on. “Just a little lube to get the party started. Let’s see if we can give that ass of yours a good reaming.”

Terrie gasped with delight. Tonight was going to work out far better than she could have possibly imagined. A hot fuck up her ass was just what she needed. And strangling the bitch while she was fucking her with her strap-on would make it all the more enjoyable.

Camille pushed the phallus against her puckered anus. Then she forced it all the way inside. Terrie gasped over the way it filled her.

“So the slut needs a good ass-fucking, does she? Let me see if I can give you exactly what you need, honey.”

Camille fucked her ass nice and slow. Then she rammed it in good and hard. “Just a bit more lube for my sweet, shemale fuck-toy,” she purred.

She pulled out and reached for her jar of lube. She added another helping to her glistening phallus. Then she rammed it back in nice and deep.

Terrie gasped as her “clitty” swelled. She couldn’t believe how incredibly horny she was. She was going to love strangling this bitch to death. Then she was going to enjoy her cooling corpse for hours.

Camille thrust nice and slow. Then she grabbed Terrie’s erection and stroked it good and hard. Terrie panted from the excitement of it all.

She decided it was time when she reached up and wrapped her fingers around Camille’s neck. She wanted her first orgasm to occur while she was choking her to death. The flash of surprise in the bitch’s eyes made her grin with malice.

“Such a hot bitch!” Terrie breathed. “I’m going to enjoy strangling you to death, Camille!” But as the bitch fucked her harder she found she couldn’t squeeze quite as hard as she wanted to.

Her heart was racing, her “clitty” dripping precum. Camille looked down at her and smiled. “Something wrong, Terrie?”

“I… I just… oh fuck!” Then her she-cock went off, spewing cream all over her stomach.

“Such a good, shemale fuck-toy!” Camille panted. “Now let’s turn you over and have that sweet ass of yours up in the air, shall we?”

Terrie tried to resist, but something felt wrong. Her erection had not diminished in the slightest. And her heart was racing.

She was rolled over easily enough. Then Camille rammed that strap-on hard up her ass. Terrie panted as she tried to catch her breath.

“What’sa matter, fuck-toy? Getting a little excited are we? My, but you spurted pretty damned quick there!”

Camille enjoyed ramming her ass good and hard. Once more Terrie tried to catch her breath. Strangely it felt like her lungs couldn’t keep up.

“Such a sweet ass, honey.” and Camille slapped it good and hard. “I’m going to enjoy fucking this ass for hours. In fact I think I’m just about ready to enjoy my first orgasm.”

“Camille? I can’t…” Terrie was struggling just to pull air into her heaving lungs.

“What’sa matter, bitch? Does my cock make you breathless? But isn’t that what you tried to do to me… make me breathless with your hands? Now take my cock up your ass, you fucking whore!”

Terrie grunted as she wheezed for breath. Her arms started flapping around before she tried to reach for her chest. Her “clitty” was so hard it felt like it was going to explode again.

“Are we just about there, honey? Don’t you just love my lube? It’s a special mixture. It means I’m going to enjoy your “clitty” for hours, long after you won’t be able to feel a thing.”

Terrie felt her chest suddenly seize up. Camille rammed her hard and deep with her strap-on. “Now why don’t you die with a smile on your face, you fucking whore!”

Terrie stiffened and then started to shudder. Her she-cock suddenly started spurting copiously onto the bed. She couldn’t breathe; her heart wouldn’t stop racing! Then it just stopped as she sagged, her eyes glazing over as her tongue protruded out past her lips.

Camille let out an orgasmic cry as she really rammed Terrie’s ass hard. She pounded her hole like a woman possessed. Then she pulled out.

“Taste your death on my cock, bitch!” Then Camille came around and thrust her strap-on as far down Terrie’s throat as it would go. “Damn, honey; you’re good! You didn’t even gag once!”

Camille enjoyed raping Terrie’s throat. Then she turned her over and fucked her while Terrie was lying on her back. She eagerly stroked that stiff she-cock until she coaxed it to spew another load of cum all over Terrie’s tummy.

Camille fucked Terrie’s ass hard. Her “clitty” didn’t seem to diminish. She jerked that erection just as hard as she could until it spurted yet another load of death cum all over Terrie’s stomach.

She rolled Terrie back over onto her knees, propping her ass up into the air. “I just love taking your ass like this, honey.” Then Camille rammed her strap-on home, deep and hard until Terry’s she-cock went off yet again.

Camille fucked the corpse for a couple of hours until the stuff in her lethal lube had wrung every last drop out of Terrie’s balls. Then she unhooked the strap-on from around her waist. She left it embedded deep inside the dead shemale’s ass, telling her to enjoy it as a special going-away present. Then she got dressed and left.

In the morning an angry housekeeper came in to clean the room, upset over being given a dressing down by her supervisor and being threatened with termination. At first she was shocked at finding the dead shemale in the room. But her anger won out.

She attached the strap-on to her waste and proceeded to give Terrie’s ass one last pounding. The housekeeper fucked her good and hard until she worked herself into an orgasm. When her anger had finally dissipated, she removed the strap-on, shoved it back inside the dead shemale’s ass where she’d found it, and then went to call her supervisor.

2018 (for Terrie Dec 19 ’18 by riwa)

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Decapping Dorothy 4.5 (53)

It had been a wonderful weekend. Dorothy had spent the whole time with Mike and Sandy. Most of it had taken place in the master bedroom.

The tart from England had experienced everything a woman could have done to her sexually. Mike had fucked her mouth, pussy and anal passage. Even Sandy had used a strap-on on her.

Speaking of the latter, Dorothy also experienced the pleasures of going down on a woman. Then Sandy had returned the favor. Her female-induced orgasms were just as deep and profound as anything she’d experienced with Mike’s cock.

Now the weekend was winding down. Dorothy would soon have to travel back home. But Mike and Sandy had one last surprise in store for her.

She stripped naked and allowed her hands to be tied in front of her waist. Dorothy allowed herself to be blindfolded and her mouth taped closed. Then she was taken to a back room where Mike and Sandy had a studio specially prepared for her.

Sandy guided Dorothy into the room. “You’re going to love this,” she gleefully told their special guest. Dorothy could only wonder what new, erotic experience awaited her.

Sandy turned Dorothy around. Then she made her lie back on some sort of upraised bench. It left Dorothy a bit uncomfortable as her back was arched.

She grunted as she tried to adapt to the new position. Her neck felt uncomfortably supported. Dorothy found herself hoping she would get some sort of headrest or she was going to end up straining her neck.

All of the sudden she felt arms wrap around her legs. A moment later she felt a tongue on her lady parts. Dorothy began to whimper through the tape covering her mouth. Bloody hell; was Sandy at it again? That woman sure knew how to give oral pleasure!

Dorothy writhed and whimpered as Sandy tongued her juicy twat. A moment later the tape was pulled off her mouth. That had to be Mike’s doing.

She gasped as she writhed and moaned. She was still bloody uncomfortable. At least Sandy was giving her something to take her mind off her discomfort.

The blindfold suddenly came free. Mike took it and stepped back with a smile. That’s when Dorothy looked up and saw where the hell she was.

“Bloody hell!” she gasped as Sandy’s tongue continued to lick and probe. Her fear and arousal intensified a hundred-fold. All she could focus on was the blade hovering above her.

She couldn’t see what was below her head. So she didn’t see the container that sat waiting to catch her skull. She had no idea there was anything below her.

“Bloody hell, love; you wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t what?” came a familiar male voice.

Dorothy tipped her head back. “Mike, is that you?”

“Who else would it be?” he replied with a chuckle.

“What’s the matter?” Mike wanted to know. “Do you need a little distraction?”

Dorothy wondered what the hell he was talking about. Then he stepped into her line of sight. Right away she noticed he was naked.

She saw something tantalizing dangle from his waste. Instinctively her mouth started to water. If she wanted to think about something other than the blade above, Mike sure was making a tempting offer.

He stepped forward until his dick was within reach. Instinctively Dorothy latched onto it with her lips. She began sucking and moaning as Sandy continued eating her out.

It was a scene that had played out many times before. Dorothy had sucked Mike’s cock while Sandy had nibbled on her lady parts. But with her head locked into their guillotine, she didn’t know whether to be terrified or unbelievably aroused.

“She can’t get enough of your cock, darling,” Sandy observed with a smile.

“What can I say?” he replied, his hands raised in triumph. “She loves it.”

“I’m glad she does,” Sandy said as she grabbed the lever to the guillotine. “Especially since it’s going to be the last cock she ever tastes.” Then she went back to licking and slurping.

Were they really going to behead her?? Dorothy had no idea. But she couldn’t believe how terribly excited she had become.

She threw herself into sucking Mike’s cock. She closed her eyes, not wanting to witness the blade come crashing down. It would only have terrified her even more.

She writhed and grunted as Sandy kept licking pleasure into her womanhood. Was this how she was going to exit this world? Dorothy felt it swell within her as she hungrily gobbled down Mike’s cock.

“Damn, she’s really swallowing me!” Mike observed.

“You should taste her pussy,” Sandy said when she paused a moment. “She’s wet as hell. And she’s quivering like crazy. I think the silly bitch is going to cum any moment now.”

“Well, don’t keep her waiting, darling.”

“Good thinking.” And with that Sandy pulled the lever.

Dorothy was just starting to feel her orgasm crest when she felt the guillotine shudder. She started to scream, but a sharp pain sliced right through her neck. Then she lost Mike’s cock out of her mouth.

For a minute she felt disoriented. Then it felt like she was airborne. A moment later she felt Mike’s tasty member slip back between her lips.

“Damn!” Mike observed as he thrust hard into her severed skull. “If anything, she’d sucking me even harder.”

Sandy came up for a moment, her face soaked. “The bitch just squirted all over me.” Then she went back to feasting. She was all turned on the way Dorothy’s naked body was hitching and jerking in its orgasmic death throes.

“Darling, I’m about to blast off here,” Mike warned.

“Then put her head down and bring your cock back here.”

Mike dropped Dorothy’s head into the container attached to the guillotine. He stepped around and saw Dorothy’s wet, winking pussy. He gave it several hard, deep thrusts, enjoying the way Dorothy’s dying pussy was clenching around his manhood.

“Wrong bitch, darling,” Sandy said as she pulled him out of Dorothy’s cunt. Then she began sucking and slobbering all over his throbbing meat.

Mike began to gasp with pleasure. Sandy took his cock out of her mouth. Then she allowed him to splatter her face with his baby batter.

“What do we do about… that?” he asked, pointing at the still quivering corpse.

“We have fun with it; that’s what we do.” Then Sandy dove back into Dorothy’s dead cunt, licking and slurping up all those dripping fluids.

Several weeks later Emma looked at her aunt’s head on display in a glass case. She studied it with great curiosity. Her Aunt Dorothy had a strange look of bliss frozen on her face.

She walked all around the case, trying to understand. Her aunt had gone away for a weekend, only for her head to return. So her mother had taken it and put it in a case on display.

Emma walked all around, trying to understand. For some reason her aunt seemed even more lovely now. What’s more, she would never age.

What had she thought about during those last moments? What went through her mind when the blade fell? What was happening to her the moment she lost her head?

Mother hadn’t given her too many details. But Emma was still curious. What had her aunt experienced the moment the blade had fallen?

Emma felt a strange wetness down below as she looked at her aunt’s head. Why was she so excited? Maybe one day she would have to have a look at the guillotine that had taken her aunt’s life. Maybe then she would have a better understanding of just what had happened.

2019 (written for Mike, Sandy and Dorothy Sep 1 ’19 by riwa)

(Renders courtesy of C. Mike Hunt.)

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