The water wheel (starring Emma) 3.8 (6)

Bonus story (an older repost)

Emma had been snooping around the deadly Mistress Viper’s hideout. What she never expected was getting hit from behind and being knocked out. Now she found herself tied to a water wheel with her breasts exposed as the evil Mistress and her henchmen looked on.

“My – my; look what we have here!” Mistress Viper observed with a cruel leer. “Snooping around, were you? What, pray tell, did you hope to find in here?”

Emma was defiant. “You’ll never get away with this, you Viper bitch! People know I’m here! You’re going to be in so much trouble!”

“Charming… to the last,” the evil Mistress purred seductively. “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this.”

“Yeah… I’ll just BET you are!” Emma snorted derisively.

Mistress just turned to one of her henchmen.  “Is the camera ready? I wish to film her demise.”

“It’s ready, Mistress,” he told her. Emma looked at him with a defiant glare before looking back at the evil Viper.

“You’ll never get away with this! You’d better let me down from here if you know what’s good for you!” The mistress just smiled cruelly as she turned to her other henchman…

“You may start the water wheel.”

“Oh yes, you dumb bastard!” Emma told him. “Start the wheel and earn yourself a really long prison sentence!”

He walked over to the control panel and opened it up. Then he activated the switch. Emma gasped as the water wheel began to move.

“I hope you’re not afraid of getting your hair wet,” Mistress smiled wickedly at Emma as she started on her downward rotation. “You’ll live to regret this, bitch!” Emma spat out. Then her head was completely under as the machine reached the bottom part of her rotation.

She came up sputtering, water having gotten into her nose. The machine took her all the way up and kept going. The next thing she knew she was upside down again, her head entirely submerged.

She wriggled and bubbled, her little body writhing as she was forced to hold her breath for a few seconds. The bitch was certainly evil. But if she kept her wits about her she just might survive this.

Mistress Viper watched her circle around and around, her eyes glistening with lust as she smacked her lips with arousal. The little slut was wriggling deliciously. Perhaps this little torture session would be more enjoyable than she had first considered.

Emma kept going around and around, dunked upside down for a few seconds and then hauled back up. She was starting to become fearfully aroused at her situation. Mistress kept an eagle eye on her as though enjoying her torment.

“Like what you see, bitch?” Emma sputtered as she started back down. “I always knew you were a little kinky!”

“Look who’s talking, you little slut,” Mistress calmly remarked as Emma went down. “It appears you are enjoying this every bit as much as I am. I can tell just by looking at your nipples.”

“Bitch!” Emma blurted out. “I KNEW you were kinky! Look all you want! You’re still going to be in so much trouble when I…!”

She bubbled as she ran out of time and was submerged again. She came all the way around until she was brought back up. Mistress Viper looked at her captive and smiled evilly. “Let’s see how long you can hold your breath. Stop the machine when she’s upside down again.”

“You’ll never get away with this!” Emma blustered. Then she inhaled moments before her head went under. The water wheel stopped, leaving her upside down with bubbles dribbling out of her nose.

Mistress moved around to improve her view, stepping up close to watch her helpless quarry try to hold her breath. “Interesting situation, is it not?” she asked with a wicked smile. “The only thing underwater is your head… but you can still drown. How delicious.”

Emma bubbled as she started to squirm. How long was the bitch going to hold her upside down like this?? That’s when it occurred to her Mistress Viper might have just decided to drown her. It was a frightening thought that made her pussy throb as she wriggled helplessly.

“Film her demise,” Mistress ordered one of her henchmen. “I want this on record. Besides,” she purred. “I look forward to watching it on those cold, winter nights when I need an erotic little video to help get me off.” She laughed as he dutifully recorded the event with his equipment.

“Now, you foolish little slut,” Mistress told Emma. “Now you will drown for me,”

Emma struggled to hold her breath, clenching her eyes shut. Her lungs were already on fire. She wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer with her head upside on the water like this.

She started to thrash about. Then she inhaled. Her body bucked and shuddered as she hung upside down, air spurting out of her mouth and nose.

The last thing she felt was a flush of warmth as an orgasm rippled through her. Then she faded away. Emma went limp as a few strands of hair drifted across her face.

Mistress Viper moaned softly, surprised at the orgasm that flushed through her body. Her eyes flashed as she observed the foolish little slut now lifelessly hanging upside down. She had to admire how wonderful it was the stupid woman had drowned while hanging upside down. Those last moments must have been exquisitely painful.

“No one’s coming to rescue you, my dear,” she coldly told the dead woman. “And no one will ever find out what happened to you either.” Then she instructed her henchmen to dispose of the body, making certain it would never be found…

2012; 2019 (written Nov 13 ’12; ed. Aug 10 ‘19 by riwa)

(Pictures are vidcaps from Shocking Asia (1976) and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Madison hangs for her boyfriend 4.5 (35)

Madison stood there naked and trembling as he slowly looped the noose around her neck. She looked down and saw her nude boyfriend’s cock rising with anticipation. He was clearly looking forward to this. It gave her a surge of sexual excitement.

He did not say a word as he pulled on the rope, slowly taking out much of the slack. The noose was still draped loosely around her throat. She could feel her nipples start to harden from a perverse arousal.

He gave her a questioning look. She nodded without speaking. Then she closed her eyes as though wanting to focus on the sensations.

Her hands roamed her body; touching, fondling and caressing. Her nipples hardened even more. Then she reached down and began rubbing her cunt.

She felt a surge of fearful arousal as she touched herself. In her mind she could feel the noose lift her up into the air. The idea both frightened and excited her.

A moan escaped her lips as she caressed herself. She slid a finger into her slit, confirming she was getting wetter. Her cunt clenched as she began to pant with anticipation.

She opened her eyes and looked into his face. Showing no emotion, he slowly pulled on his end of the rope a little more. It took the remaining slack out, causing the noose to gently pull against her neck.

Madison inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes again. She rubbed her crotch, fingering her swollen nub. A bead of her excitement came out of her dripping twat and slithered sensuously down her right leg.

She panted as she masturbated right in front of him. She opened her eyes again and saw him looking at her impassively. But his erection gave away his excitement.

He pulled even more on the rope. The noose tightened. Madison closed her eyes as she was pulled up onto her toes.

She gasped as a jolt of fearful excitement coursed through her body. It was harder to breathe now that he’d pulled her up onto the balls of her feet. Soon she would be lifted up off the ground.

She fingered herself harder, rasping for breath as her eyes remained clenched shut. Her feet shuffled as she adjusted where she was standing. It was almost time.

She opened her eyes and stared at him without saying a word. Slowly and deliberately he put his weight into the rope. She clenched her eyes shut again until she was pulled higher until her feet left the floor.

Madison rasped and gurgled as she experienced the pain and breathlessness of the coil around her throat. Her hands instinctively wanted to come up to relieve the strain. But she made herself continue to masturbate.

Her eyes flew open as she saw him straining to keep her aloft. The pain was getting worse. There was a flash of panic when she almost reached up to grab the rope. That’s when he eased her back down.

She stood flat on the floor, panting like crazy as she tried to keep her legs underneath her. She gently shook her head at him. She was acknowledging she would never be able to control herself at the fateful moment.

He nodded with understanding. He released his end of the rope as he walked over to an end table. He picked up a length of rope lying there. Then he walked over to her.

She sighed with disappointment as she stared at him. Then she slowly brought her arms behind her back. She knew she wouldn’t be able to masturbate all the way through without reaching up and grabbing for the noose around her neck.

He pulled the rope tightly around her wrists. She inhaled sharply over how much it hurt as he secured them together. When his cock twitched at her distress she gave him a knowing smile, loving the appearance of precum on the tip of his dick.

He walked over and picked up the large dildo lying on the end table. Madison gasped with fearful excitement. This would be the replacement for her being unable to masturbate herself. Could she keep it inside her?

He came up to her and slowly forced it all the way inside her pussy. She lovingly clenched her muscles around it. This would now be her lover for the rest of her short life.

He smiled as he walked over and picked up the butt plug. She gasped in fearful acknowledgement, her eyes widening. So he was going to use it after all, eh?

This would be something she had never experienced before. It would help her clench all right. Its presence should assist in keeping the dildo in her cunt. Now she would experience additional pain to go with her forced pleasure.

He pushed the tip against her ass and began to twist. She gasped and whimpered, trying to give him a reassuring smile despite her misgivings. It was large… humiliatingly large. But as long as he wanted it inside her…

He forced it up into her a little further. It spread her apart, making her wince since it actually hurt. But it was making her cunt drip like crazy now.

He pushed harder, trying to force it all the way inside until it seated. Tears welled up in her eyes. Then he gave it a mighty push.

Madison screamed as it pushed inside and seated. His cock jumped at her pain. Now she was really starting to get scared.

He grabbed the loose end of the rope. Then he slowly started to pull. Her head was forced to tip to one side as she started to rasp for breath again.

His hand caressed her quivering mounds, eliciting a whimper out of her. Then a hand slid down until a finger swirled over her swollen nub. She winced and whimpered, her body instinctively humping.

He smiled as he stepped back. He pulled even harder on the rope. Madison was slowly lifted back up onto the balls of her feet.

She could no longer masturbate. But her cunt and ass clenched tightly around the objects in her holes. It felt exquisitely painful.

Not being able to masturbate as she hanged meant she would have to suffer with that painful plug up her butt. But his cock was really hard now as a result of her suffering. It looked like he was going to enjoy her hanging even more with its presence up her ass.

She panted for breath as he pulled harder. Her feet were almost lifted up off the floor as her toes hungrily maintained contact. She was almost airborne.

He was standing near the cleat now. She could see murderous lust in his eyes. He truly wanted to hang her… wanted to watch her suffer. She was just as aroused as she was terrified.

He smiled as he pulled harder on the rope. Her eyes widened as her toes tried to maintain contact with the floor. A gasp was torn out of her straining lungs. Then her feet left the floor.

Her eyes widened as her toes wriggled, her feet fluttering. He pulled harder. She was lifted an entire foot off the floor, her feet well above solid footing.

She opened her mouth to gasp for breath. But she could hardly get any air down her throat. Her body stiffened with anticipation as he quickly wrapped his end of the rope around the cleat. Now she was airborne for the duration.

Her toes continued to flutter as her feet started to cock and curl. His cock never looked so hard. Her holes felt so filled; she was getting the ultimate fuck – the fuck of death.

It happened without warning. One moment her feet were fluttering for solid footing. The next her legs were kicking as it exploded inside her, her body screaming to be let back down.

She began to swing as she kicked wildly, her secured arms reflexively jerking behind her back. Her legs reached out for him, but he was too far away. His cock dripped as it twitched in full view of her agony.

The pain was incredible. But she could feel it swelling inside her. A moment later she arched her back and began humping the air, painfully fucking the toys in her holes.

Madison tried to scream her climax. But her throat was nearly closed off. She barely got out a bit of a rasp as she wildly swung back and forth.

Her boyfriend reached down and started stroking his meat. It looked like he couldn’t help himself. It filled her with shameful pleasure, even as her body screamed for relief from the constriction around her throat.

She kicked in his direction as though she could grab him and hold on to ease her suffering. But he was well out of reach. She instinctively milked the toys in her holes, exquisite pain morphing into violent pleasure.

It wasn’t long until she began losing feeling down below. She could no longer feel her toes. The numbing sensation climbed up her legs, making her kick with ever-growing desperation.

She jerked hard in violent struggle, her lungs screaming for air. Her eyes rolled as her tongue peeked out past her lips. Her breasts bounced, her nipples hard and erect.

She lost sensation in her upper thighs. The pain of that huge plug up her ass began to diminish. Now she could not tell if the toys were still inside her or not. She could feel death creeping up her stomach… up into her chest.

Panic made her kick and swing wildly, even though she could not feel anything below her waist. She kicked harder, wanting to feel something. Then exhaustion set in, causing her to give up the struggle.

She tiredly swung back and forth, foam appearing on her lips as she began to twist in place. He rotated out of her view. When he swung back around he was right in front of her, excitedly stroking his meat.

Her lungs heaved, but there was no breath to be had. Then his cock went off, spurting onto her legs and feet. She longed to actually feel it splatter against her skin. But there was no longer any sensation down below. Now it was only the agony of the rope constricting tightly around her throat.

He squeezed all his cream out of his cock onto her legs. Then he used a hand to wipe it all over her naked body, smearing it onto her heaving breasts. He even scooped some up onto his fingers and wiped her lips with it.

She could taste his saltiness. Then her vision started to spiral in around the edges. She tried to hitch and gurgle as her bladder gave way. But she was unable to fully experience that final humiliation as sensation had stopped below her neck.

He wiped her lips with his cream. Now she was unable even to taste it. Her gyrations lessened until she gently swayed back and forth.

He sighed as he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her heart slowing down through her skin. Then he jumped up and hung onto her, adding his weight to hers.

Her body jerked once. There was a faint sound of discs in her neck separating. He clung to her, wriggling and writhing against her naked body with his cream making her slippery. Then he let go and slipped off.

He stood there watching as she hung limp and lifeless, her eyes all glazed over. He kissed her protruding tongue… kissed her erect nipples. He gave her one final push, setting her gently swaying down there in his basement. Then he turned and headed for the stairs. She was gone and he needed a drink as well as a hot soak.

2019 (written for Quidam Martin May 14 ’19 by riwa. Inspired by his manip.)

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A night to remember 5 – Tia’s story part 1 3.8 (6)

I have a bad feeling about tonight…

Monique called me into a card game Mistress Chastity is a part of. But I’m not serving any drinks. I’m just loitering around along with a few other attendants, looking sexy while offering to play gopher should anyone in here need anything. But I suspect that’s not the real reason I’ve been brought in here.

I know Monique. And I can tell by the way the guys are leering at us that she has something else in mind. I think she’s showing me off to the poker players along with the other attendants in case the guys happen to lose their females. If that happens, I’m certain she intends to use us to comp the losers. It means I could quite possibly get snuffed tonight.

You see, I have this massive crush on her husband Mr. Rick the co-owner. But I suspect a lot of attendants do. She’s caught me flirting with her husband on more than one occasion.

I suspect she would love to have me snuffed one day. But you know? I think that’s the one man I might actually risk my pregnancy sensor on. He’s the one man I might risk allowing to snuff me, if only for the chance to fuck him.

I love my husband Stewart. But I’ve often thought about what it would be like to spend just one night with Mr. Rick. I swear, sometimes I think I’d like to let him use and abuse me for his personal pleasure. I’ve even fantasized about allowing him to snuff me. I just might be willing to die so long as it meant he would remember me for a long time to come.

Thinking about my future with Stewart always brings my head back down out of the clouds. I’m not suicidal, you know. Despite my infatuation with him, I try to steer clear of Mr. Rick and his wife as much as I can.

It’s a temptation, of course. But it’s one I’ve been able to handle thus far. But now, being in this room, I can’t help but wonder if Monique has plans to see if one of these card players might be interested in snuffing me before the night is over.

Damn!

Tonight’s definitely not a very good night for me. Stewart and I are trying to get pregnant. That makes things tricky because I work here at the club. I can’t get pregnant in here or I’m so fucking dead!

I’ve been extra careful, trying to take lighter duties. All I can do is hope I don’t end up in a sex room during my fertile period. I didn’t know about this card game until I was called in. Now I have a very bad feeling about all this, especially with Monique serving as dealer.

This guy from Manhattan makes me nervous. He keeps undressing me with his eyes. It gives me the shivers.

The woman he brought along seems like a stone cold bitch. I get the feeling he’d love nothing better than to discard her, just so he can get me alone and rape my fertile cunt. Gawd; that might pop my sensor for sure!

He’s low on chips, and I’m really worried. He’s looked at me hungrily on more than one occasion. I know it’s not escaped Monique’s notice. If he loses I’m afraid she’s going to give me to him for the rest of my shift just to make up for his losing at the card game.

The woman he’s with really looks worried now. She has every right to be. She doesn’t know Mistress like I do. If she wins tonight I won’t be a bit surprised if she snuffs all of her “winnings” before the night is over.

But that’s not what troubles me. If I end up being used to comp one of them with sex, and my sensor pops? Unless I’m privately snuffed they’ll have one more joining them up on stage.

The thought is rather frightening. But it’s also erotic in its own damned way. It gives me the shivers something fierce. Gawd; what if that bitch Monique really wants me dead tonight??

The door opens and Mr. Rick enters. My breath catches in my throat. I find myself secretly hoping he’ll call me out of here to take me away to a private room.

I think I would risk getting pregnant if he asked for me. But I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen tonight. So I nervously watch the game while trying to keep my attendant’s smile plastered onto my face.

I’m drawn back to the game. That’s when I see Manhattan being challenged on this one particular hand. The woman he brought along is not happy with his card playing.

It’s obvious he’s going to be the first one out. I’m not surprised when he finally pushes all his chips in. Naturally he loses them all.

His bitch cries out in dismay. That’s when I learn she’s somebody else’s wife. He met her over the Internet.

Mistress has already indicated she’d like to see her fry. I strongly suspect this one will end up sitting on stage in the electric chair before the night is over. The stupid fool!

What the hell was she thinking, tagging along with this guy and coming to a Club that snuffs women? Gawd; she’s such a stupid bimbo! She deserves what’s coming to her.

Monique offers to whore her out to earn him back some of his dough before he leaves. He finds that acceptable. Her protests are in vain as she’s ruthlessly hauled away.

I’m betting she’s in for one hell of a gangbang. I don’t envy her one bit… well, maybe just a little. Then Monique motions for me to come forward.

I feel a lump in my throat as a feeling of dread fills my soul. “Tia, please see that Mr. Manhattan here is taken care of.” I know exactly what she means by that.

My pleasant smile freezes on my face as my stomach churns. “Why thank you, ma’am!” he tells Monique with a happy nod. I see a dangerous glint in his eye.

My duties are clear; I know what I must do. I have to surrender to him in any way he sees fit. If he wants to use me without protection – if he wants to snuff me – then there’s nothing I can do about it.

I look briefly at Mistress. She gives me a look that indicates I must obey. I feel a shiver of horror.

At the same time I experience a disturbing arousal. I fight to keep that submissive smile plastered onto my face. Then I slip my arm through his and willingly escort him out the door as my heart pounds in my chest.

It takes everything I have to force the words out of my mouth. “So how can I serve you, sir?”

“You know what I want,” he growls at me.

Despite my fear, I feel my cunt moisten. This could be deadly. So why does the thought of risky sex make me so fucking horny??

“I know just the place,” I smile coyly. Despite the wild beating of my heart, I take him to one of the sex rooms. I deliberately avoid taking us into a snuff room. But that still might not save me.

We’re barely inside the door when he slams me against a wall. “Slut!” he growls dangerously, his hand wrapping around my throat. “Prancing all around in that room… getting me all worked up. I don’t know whether to blame you or that cold bitch I brought with me. I think in the end I’m going to have much more fun with you.”

My mind screams, “Gawd – not the throat!” It’s as though he can read my mind. Then he mercifully lets me go.

The damage is done. My weakness is my neck, specifically being choked out during sex. It feels as though a dangerous fire has been lit inside me.

I tremble as I fall to my knees. I quickly undo his pants, freeing his hardening fuck-stick. It’s impressive in size.

I begin to lick and suck, shivering uncontrollably as I worship his swollen member. But it’s not enough for him. He grabs the back of my head and jams it down my throat.

“Swallow it, whore!” he demands. I gurgle as it goes past the back of my throat.

I’m dealing with an animal. It has me both aroused and terrified. Rick is dangerous, even deadly in his own way. But an animal is unpredictable. You never know what you’re going to get or what they’ll do to you.

In an instant his cock blocks my windpipe until I can’t breathe. I end up choking again. It fills me with a terrible fire of longing.

When he pulls out of my mouth I feel a warmth blossom within me. It’s a dangerous warmth as my willpower starts to evaporate. This is going to go too far. I’m going to lose myself; I just know it!

“Take it, bitch!” he tells me. Then he starts shoving his cock hard into my mouth. He grasps the back of my head, forcing it deep down my throat.

I grunt submissively as fear and arousal increase exponentially. “Oh, you’re a good whore!” he tells me. “You and I are going to have a lot of fun!”

He fucks my face for several minutes, squeezing my neck and making me so fucking wet. I moan lustfully, trying to get him off quickly. But I also moan because I simply can’t help myself.

It’s one of the reasons I took this job. It’s a hell of a risk when I’m fertile and not using protection. But I must confess to having some incredible sex here at the Club because of it.

His cock finally explodes in my mouth. I taste the salty tang of his seed. It’s all I can do to keep from orgasming.

I do my best to swallow it down. But there’s so much of it that it leaks out around the corners of my mouth. “Clean my cock, whore!” he growls. “Clean it good, and we’ll go again.”

I work my tongue around his shaft, making him nice and clean. Then I rise up, kissing my way up his chest. It’s time to offer him an alternative that hopefully will keep me alive for the rest of the evening. Tonight I simply cannot risk unprotected, vaginal sex.

“Fuck my ass,” I tell him submissively. “It hurts me. But I like it when it hurts.”

It’s true; I like it rough at times. It’s not something I was expecting to give a customer tonight. But it’s a hell of a lot better than having his damned seed popping my sensor.

His hand lashes out, and he grabs my throat. He snarls, “I’ll fuck any damned hole I want, bitch! Don’t pull none of that condom crap on me! I’m riding you bareback like the fucking whore you are! So you’d better get used to it! And if your sensor pops? Well, that’s not my fucking problem, is it?”

He squeezes my throat harder. I shudder in his grasp. My mind screams again… GAWD; NOT THE THROAT!

My willpower is almost gone. I’m so fucking wet! If he does that again, I’m liable to lose control and ask him to squeeze even harder.

Sometimes when I really need it Stewart chokes me out during sex. Being breathless really gets me off. The orgasms are phenomenal! But with the wrong client it can be a very dangerous game… and one hell of a risk!

When he lets me go I pant heavily for breath. My cunt throbs with a terrible ache. My pussy wants him inside me so fucking bad that it hurts.

I can’t give in just yet. I’ve got to think my way out of this. That’s when he throws me against the bed.

He bellows, “KNEEL, BITCH!” I tremble like crazy. Then I brace myself up over the mattress.

I mentally chant, “Fuck my ass – fuck my ass – fuck my ass!” I wriggle my butt at him, hoping to attract him to my puckered anus. That’s when I feel him push into my burning cunt.

I grunt in horror, trying to blink back the tears… No – no – NO – NOOO! Maybe I’m not fertile tonight. But something tells me that I am.

As my mind cries out in fear and arousal, my stupid cunt ravenously accepts him, pulling his member deep inside. I hear him gasp in pleasure as he fills me. Instinctively I start milking him the way my hungering pussy was designed to do.

It’s a primal instinct. I’m hardwired to take his seed deep in my womb so as to continue propagating the species. I just can’t help myself.

“Now that’s the way a whore should feel!” he gasps, thrusting hard and deep. Then I feel his hands wrap around my neck again. He squeezes tightly and I shudder erotically.

“I could snuff you right now, bitch!” Then he squeezes my throat hard. My cunt instinctively tightens around his thrusting manhood.

It’s the worst possible thing he could have done to me. I grunt as my body responds. I can’t help pushing back against him in an effort to drive him even deeper into my fertile womb.

I choke and shudder erotically, my mind screaming in horror at what might happen to me. But my cunt hungrily pulls him into me, milking him hard as my muscles try to convince him to empty himself inside me. No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot interrupt the process. It feels too fucking good!

My heart hammers in my chest. My vision blurs. I fight for breath.

I’m being exquisitely asphyxiated. My body is on fire. My last hope is he’s one of those guys who likes to pull out and spray his seed all over my backside.

I find myself fervently hoping he’ll do just that. But my hungry cunt refuses to let go. In its thirst for pleasure, it spasms all around his throbbing shaft.

The walls of my overheated love canal feel his hot cock start to swell. Unless he pulls out now, his deadly seed will be implanted deep inside me. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed about it tonight.

I try to force myself to hold off. I even try to act disinterested and bored. But my body knows it’s a hollow lie.

Deep down I want it. The fucking bastard accommodates me by squeezing my neck harder. I can barely breathe. It’s enough to set me off.

My body jerks and spasms. Then I start to cum all over his cock. It’s purely instinctive.

My cunt furiously milks him in a frantic attempt to make him erupt. I can’t stop myself. I gasp as I shudder in erotic alarm.

I hear him roar out his release. Then I feel him spew his seed deep inside me. It triggers a second orgasm hot on the heels of the last one.

I shudder as I’m filled with hot waves of pleasure. It’s a pleasure that could very well spell my doom. But it’s all too damned erotic to resist.

I feel myself start to black out. I’m all caught up in the asphyxiated throes of a devastating climax. Then he lets go of my neck.

I gasp for breath as his cock finishes pulsing the rest of his seed into my fertile cunt. It fills my canal to overflowing. I even feel some of it ooze out.

He pulls out, roughly spinning me around in the process. Then he jams his twitching cock into my mouth. The bastard demands I lick him clean again.

I can’t believe he’s cum twice. Then I remember those damn blue pills that often get secretly added to some of their drinks. It makes the customer horny so they’ll shell out more coin in the fuck rooms.

A thought hits me, and I shiver with dread. Did that bitch Monique get him liquored up on purpose? Gawd; I think I’m so fucking screwed!

I lick and suck automatically, instinctively trying to please him as my mind races. My thoughts are now on the little bathroom in the corner of the room. If I can hurry this up and then get in there to clean myself out with a douche or something, I just might have a fighting chance.

Denny’s my supervisor; he’s a decent sort. Maybe I can get him to end my shift early so I can get the hell out of here before it’s too damned late. But this bastard’s not done with me just yet.

As precious seconds tick by, I continue licking a cock that remains hard and dangerous. He abruptly stands me up. Then he bends me over the bed.

“Now I’m gonna fuck your ass, bitch!” Then he presses his dick against my anus before thrusting in hard. I cry out in pain as he brutally sodomizes me.

Gawd; I don’t have time for this! Every minute I remain inside the Club walls is one minute closer to my potential demise should my egg become fertilized with his killing seed. If only I wasn’t so damned horny right now.

My fear adds to my arousal. I grunt as he mercilessly pounds my ass. He fucks me like I’m some back-alley street-whore.

He grabs my hair and roughly yanks my head back. That’s when it occurs to me. I might not have to wait until my sensor pops. The bastard might actually snuff me right here, regardless of the fact this is not an official snuff room.

I shiver from a terrible excitement. His cock fills my rectum. I feel his enthusiasm as he enjoys thoroughly violating me.

He lasts longer than I expect him to. He turns me around and makes me taste my ass on his cock as he slams it into my mouth. I’m brutally throat-fucked for a couple of minutes before he turns me back around. Then he goes back to sodomizing me until I’m being relentlessly pounded.

He pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed. Then he forces me to sit in his lap, impaling myself on his dick. He drives it deep up my ass as he bounces me up and down.

It hurts like hell. And yet it’s terribly erotic. I cry out in pain as he fucks a brutal pleasure into me.

I’m consciously aware of the minutes as they tick by. My delay is giving his seed in my cunt a chance to go for the gold. The thought both scares and arouses me.

I’m afraid tonight my luck may have just run out. I’ve never been so scared, nor so excited. Gawd; I think I’m gonna cum with his cock up my ass!

Once more he pulls me off. He sadistically turns me around and makes me suck his dick. I taste my own ass on his throbbing cock.

I can’t believe how slutty I feel. It makes me feel like a filthy whore. I shiver again from an unbelievable arousal.

It tastes nasty. But I’m quite used to it. I can’t help sucking greedily and hungrily.

I’m frantic as I try to exhaust him. I need to get the hell out of here. But he seems to have an infinite supply of energy.

Once more I’m back in his lap. He bounces me up and down with his cock up my ass. Strangely I feel my life slipping away like sand through an hourglass. But despite my fear, I can’t help feeling a perverse thrill.

Hands suddenly wrap around my neck again. OHGAWD, NO! That’s when I start to choke.

I feel it well up within me again. My sphincter instinctively squeezes harder. I’m alarmed he might discover I’m a breath-play whore.

Gawd; what if he senses I want to be choked out?? My heart skips a beat as he frightens me with his next words. “How’d you like to die with my cock up your ass?”

He laughs at me as he squeezes harder. Once more I start to choke. Then I eagerly bounce up and down in his lap as though I really want it, impaled with his throbbing shaft deep up my rectum.

At that moment I’m certain he senses my secret. I feel it swell inside me. It’s a massive orgasm that threatens to obliterate my senses.

I’m more and more convinced I won’t make it out of this room alive. It’s both frightening and exhilarating. Then he squeezes tighter until I’m certain this is it!

My vision starts to blur. That’s when I instinctively clamp onto his thrusting member with my muscles. I’m desperate to pull him deep inside my dirty hole.

Almost immediately he goes off, his hot seed filling my rectum. I’m hit with a massive wave of white-hot pleasure. Then I go into spasms from lack of air.

I shudder helplessly as my orgasm devastates me. For some reason he actually lets me go. I cough as I manage to pull fresh, reviving air into my lungs.

My vision clears as he pushes me off. I tumble weakly onto the floor. That’s when he demands I clean his cock.

I manage to rise up and gulp down his erection. I can taste my ass mixed with his cum. He thrusts hard into my mouth until I end up grunting as he savagely rapes my skull.

Once more I’m pulled back into his lap for more brutality. This time his cock is impaled deep in my fuck tunnel. I’m certain my fertile cunt can’t resist a second load, much less the first one.

I shudder from a frightening arousal. It actually feels like he’s fucking death into my pussy. It’s unbelievably exciting.

He fucks me hard, reaching around and savagely groping my tits. Then he lifts me up off his throbbing dick. He spins me around until I’m facing him, once more impaled upon his raging boner.

“Whore!” the animal snarls, bouncing me up and down on his hard, throbbing cock. “Fucking bitch! I should snuff your ass right now!”

It gives me a dreadful shiver of incredible arousal. My stupid cunt squeezes ever tighter around his thrusting fuck-stick. That’s when his hand lashes out.

I submissively bare my neck to him, giving him easy access. My willpower is gone, my cunt on fire as he ravages me. I just can’t help myself.

My body is in charge now. My muscles pull him deep inside me. I know I’m about to get another helping of his deadly seed. Damn those drinks he was given!

He squeezes my neck until I feel my face turn red from lack of air. My body feels like it’s been plugged into an electrical outlet. That’s when the betraying words bubble to my lips.

I’m horrified to hear my voice murmur, “Harder… choke me… strangle me…” My mind screams, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?? THIS BASTARD IS NOTHING LIKE STEWART!” But I simply can’t help myself.

He looks at me in surprise. Then he gets this look on his face that scares the hell out of me. That’s when I know I’m so fucking dead.

“You want it, bitch?” he says incredulously. Then a look of pure evil fills his face.

“Then you got it, sister!” That’s when he rolls me over. The bastard pins me underneath him before squeezing my neck hard as he starts brutally raping my cunt.

I start to choke as my eyes open wide. I’m certain he can see the arousal that’s displayed in my expression. My cunt now believes that it’s Stewart who’s violating me.

My body wants that massive orgasm that comes from being choked out. There’s nothing I can do about it. It’s as though a totally different individual has taken over my sweat-stained body.

My lips move and I hear the words, “Snuff me, lover.” I’m absolutely horrified to recognize my own voice. Fuck; I think I just bought the farm.

The bastard grins down at me as he throttles me with both hands. That’s when I know it’s all over. “We aim to please, miss,” he says with a cruel smile.

All of the sudden I can’t breathe at all. My tongue slithers out of my mouth in surrender. My hands instinctively claw at his arms.

My body is on fire, my asphyxiation sublime. It’s similar to the way Stewart takes me right to the edge. But this time I sense there’ll be no coming back.

My arms fall weakly to my sides. My body gives in to the inevitable. A moment later it explodes within me, a fireball of a climax.

It envelops me like a warm blanket. All of my senses short out. And I still can’t breathe.

As darkness closes in on me, I feel his hot seed fill my spasming cunt one last time. I find myself mentally cursing Monique for setting me up. Then I mentally apologize to Stewart for my foolish lack of self-control…

—–

I moan softly as consciousness returns. For a moment I wonder if I’m in heaven. I’m weak all over.

There’s a feeling of immense sexual satisfaction flowing through me. Then my eyes flutter open. I’m lying flat on my back on the bed in the sex room.

I bolt upright in alarm as it comes rushing back to me. Then I frantically check my sensor.

It hasn’t popped yet…

Good; I still have time. But how much time do I have? How long have I been out??

When I stand up, I feel cum leak out of my cunt and ass. It makes me gasp in alarm. This can’t be good.

I rush into the bathroom and clean myself up as quickly as possible. But I’m certain it’s too late. Surely his deadly seed is deep in my womb now, racing to fertilize my egg.

I’ve got to find my supervisor right away. I need to get permission to leave early. Maybe Stewart won’t mind if he’s not the father, although I suppose there’s a remote possibility that it could be his.

It occurs to me I might be all right. There’s no need to panic. Attendants have been lucky in the past, so I might have gotten lucky tonight.

But that animal’s seed might be approaching my egg any second now. I might only have minutes to spare. He filled my cunt twice, the bastard. If I am indeed fertile, there’s no time to lose!

I’m back in my uniform in record time. Then I rush breathlessly out the door. Almost immediately I detect the red glow from the Entertainment stage.

It hits me like an ominous warning. I’d better get the hell out of here while I still can. I rush over to my station, hoping my supervisor will be there.

When I arrive, he’s nowhere in sight. I know in a flash where he’s at. “Where have you been??” Doris gasps as she rushes up to me.

She’s a couple of years older than me. But she’s a real sweetie. She’s been looking out for me.

“They need drinks and Denny’s over watching the executions. You know he never fails to miss one. But this time we have customers hanging around. They need to be served.”

“Doris, I need to go!” I blurt out anxiously.

I can’t help glancing down in the direction of that dreadful sensor in my navel. She follows my glance and gasps in horror. “Is it…?” she starts to ask.

She sees it’s not red and glowing. She slaps her head with her hand in a “Duh” moment. If it would have gone off by now, people would already have been alerted.

She winces, and I see a pained look on her face. “What!?” I blurt out anxiously. This can’t be good.

“I’m kinda swamped!” she gasps.

She looks around before making a decision. “Make a single pass with a tray of drinks, ok? Then get the hell out of here. I’ll cover for you. I wish I could do more, honey. But we need someone to make at least one pass through here! Hang in there; you’ll be all right!”

She pats me on the shoulder before hissing “Now SCOOT!” She gives me a quick swat on the ass. I thank her and then rush off, grateful for her efforts.

Maybe Denny would let me go sooner. But I can’t spend precious minutes trying to find him in that crowd of spectators. I sincerely doubt he’d respond to a page from me right in the middle of an execution.

I pick up a tray and put on my best smile. Then I slowly walk through my section. I have to keep from rushing through the area.

My heart is beating a mile a minute. I feel a flush of adrenaline. It’s all I can do to keep from breaking out in a run for the exit.

There are clients who aren’t the least bit interested in executions. But they are totally addicted to gambling. These are the ones I encounter as I make my way through the machines and tables.

I moan quietly in despair when my tray is empty before I make a complete pass. I pick up the empties and take them back. I have to fetch a second tray to make sure I’ve completed the round.

I quickly pick up another tray. Then I make my way through the section once more, smiling and nodding politely. A quick glance down indicates I’m still ok.

My insides are churning. I find myself hoping no one wants me for anything more than a refill. Things could get bad real fast.

Some guy could stop me for another sex session. It would no doubt take me past the end of my shift. My sensor could pop while we’re fucking. Then I’ll really be screwed.

There are drinks still left on my tray when I complete my pass through my section. Thankfully I take it back with more empties. Then I head for the exit, forcing myself not to break into a run.

Maybe I’ll be ok. I tell myself to calm down and breathe easy. Maybe I won’t get pregnant tonight.

When I get home, Stewart and I will have a laugh. I’ve probably gotten myself all worked up over nothing. But I still have this uneasy feeling that time is running out.

An older couple stops me with a question. I pause to answer it with a smile on my face despite the wild beating of my heart. This shouldn’t take long.

They talk to me for one… two… three full minutes. I find myself mentally thinking, ‘Gawd, won’t they ever shut UP??’ Then they head back to their gambling.

Several steps later I’m finally out of my section. I walk faster, hoping to get out within the next couple of minutes. But there’s always the chance I could get reeled into another part of the Club.

I carefully maneuver myself through the casino. I try to avoid sections where I might run into some sex-hungry gambler. Us attendants get a nice percentage of the proceeds. But tonight I need to split.

Most of the patrons are either watching the executions or are intent on gambling. Thankfully I’m not corralled by another request. I breathe a sigh of relief as I see the counter up ahead.

Once I’m there I’ll be able to remove my sensor. Then I’ll be home free. From there it’s just a matter of getting back to Stewart and buying a home pregnancy kit to find out if I might be –

OW!

I stop dead in my tracks, doubling over as a small, yet distinct pain knifes me in my navel. In an instant I know what it is. That’s when the color drains from my face.

I start to shake uncontrollably. There’s no point making a mad dash for the exit now. I’ll just trip the sensors and have attendants on me in a flash, restraining me as they take me back to the Entertainment stage for my farewell performance.

2010; 2020 (written Apr 2 ’10; Ed. Feb 9 ‘20 by riwa)

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Hedda’s beheading 4.2 (19)

Hedda found his vehicle parked up the unpaved trail. She pulled behind it and got out. “Jonathan?” But there was no response.

She looked inside, but he did not appear to be waiting for her in his vehicle. He must have gone on ahead. Hedda did not mind.

He’d messaged her with important news. She believed he’d finally made the decision to divorce his wife Lorissa so they could be married. That had to be the special news he was going to tell her.

She walked down the path, but she did not see him anywhere. Then she heard a sound from somewhere in the woods. “Jonathan?” Then she set off in that direction.

She could not be any happier. She was proud of his decision to finally get out from under the thumb of his bullying bitch of a wife. They’d fallen in love and now they could marry without her interference.

“Jonathan?” Then she thought she heard something up ahead. She quickened her pace.

She was so excited. All those days and nights of meeting discreetly were now over. She would no longer have to hide their relationship. That bitch Lorissa could just eat her heart out. She didn’t deserve him anyway.

She heard the crackling of twigs off to her right. “Jonathan?” Then she headed off in that direction.

What was he doing? Why wasn’t he answering? Was he refraining from calling out because he was preparing something special?

She heard a loud thump. So she turned and headed off in that direction. Surely he was close now.

“Jonathan? I’m here! I received your text, darling! Why won’t you show yourself?”

She emerged in a small clearing surrounded by trees. She could see the edge of a ravine several yards away. But there was still no sign of her beloved.

An object in the middle of the clearing caught her eye. She approached what looked like the stump of a tree trunk sticking up out of the ground. It was a large block, having been placed there by human hands. An axe was sticking out of the top.

“Jonathan?” She looked all around, but he did not present himself. Her excitement bled away, only to be replaced with confusion as well as a growing unease.

She heard movement and turned to look. A burly man was approaching. She did not recognize him.

She took a nervous step backward. Then she turned to rush off in the opposite direction. That’s when she saw another male coming at her.

She looked at them both. Their appearance was striking. She looked at one and then the other, concluding they could easily pass for brothers.

“About time you got here, slut. My brothers and I have been waiting for thirty minutes!”

She turned to see Lorissa approaching from yet another direction. The bitch had a grim expression on her face. Hedda instantly suspected trouble.

Where was Jonathan? Why wasn’t he here? What was going on?

She suddenly felt icy fear grip her heart. That bitch hadn’t done something to her Jonathan, had she? She suddenly began to fear for his welfare.

The three family members converged on her position. Hedda was tempted to run. But the dress she was wearing was not conducive for a mad dash back to her vehicle.

“Where’s Jonathan? What have you done to him?”

“He’s home where he belongs,” Lorissa declared angrily as they walked up to her. That’s when one of the brothers grabbed her arms. She let out a yelp as they were pulled roughly behind her back.

“What’s this all about? What are you doing here?”

“I summoned you here, bitch,” Lorissa told her. “You’re never going to see my husband again. Understand?”

“You can’t stop us from seeing each other!” Hedda declared proudly. “We’re in love!”

“I think you’re missing the point, you stupid bitch. I mean ‘you’re never going to see my husband again’.”

She let out a yelp as the one brother finished tying her arms tightly behind her back. Then he started to undress. Hedda let out a cry of alarm when the other brother started removing his clothes as well.

“Wait! What are you doing?”

“I promised them they could have their way with you.”

“You what?? You PROMISED THEM?? You BITCH! Over my dead body!”

“I did not specify whether you would be living or not.” Then she angrily pulled Hedda’s dress down off her shoulders, ripping it open and exposing her tits.

“You bitch! You can’t treat me like this! Jonathan will find out!”

“He will never know. After this day you will simply disappear out of his life forever.”

“You can’t stop me from seeing him!”

“Oh can’t I?”

Lorissa angrily pushed her to the ground. Hedda let out a cry as she got to her knees. That’s when the angry wife forced her head down onto the block.

“You bitch! You can’t do this to me!”

Hedda rose up onto her knees. Lorissa pushed her back down. Hedda rose up again, only to be forced back down.

She lay there panting for breath. She saw the brothers with their erections. Both cocks seemed thick and long.

She looked at Lorissa with hatred in her eyes. “Your brothers can rape me all they want, bitch. But it won’t change anything!”

With a nod from his sister the one brother moved over to the block. He pulled the axe free. Then he proceeded to step around Hedda.

She looked up at him in growing fright. Then she started to lift her head up again. Lorissa forced her back down until her neck was stretched out on the block.

“What’s going on?” she gasped, her fear causing her voice to rise in pitch.

“You’re never going to see my husband again,” Lorissa repeated ominously.

Hedda turned and saw the brother hefting the axe as though taking aim. That’s when it occurred to her what was about to take place. They weren’t really going to…

“NO! PLEASE!”

“You’re never going to see my husband again. Understand?”

“Ok – ok; I’m never going to see him again!”

She started to lift her head up. Lorissa pushed her back down until her neck was stretched out across the block. Hedda saw the brother heft the axe. Then he brought it down hard.

“NOOOOO-!” Then the axe landed with a loud thump, silencing her forever.

Hedda’s head flew off the block. At the same time her body jerked upright, blood spurting out of her severed neck. She was upright for a moment before pitching over onto her side, her neck stump spurting copious amounts of crimson as she hitched and convulsed in her death throes.

She stared in horror as her head was picked up. That’s when Lorissa’s face swung into view, a triumphant smirk on her face. “Now do you understand when I tell you you’re never going to see my husband again? Now I believe Franz has something he wishes to share with you.”

Hedda was horrified to see the other brother bend her headless body at the knees before sticking his dick inside her still spasming cunt. Then she was turned until she was face to face with the other brother’s cock. He pushed it through her mouth until it came out through her severed neck as he began fucking her skull.

“When you’re done with her, boys, you can toss her remains into the ravine. I have no further need of her. Help yourself.” Then Lorissa turned and headed off toward the trees, satisfied the bitch would never be seeing her husband again.

(Written for Hedda May 29 ’19 by riwa)

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Just a quick note on joining/payments

I have changed the billing system for 2021. Now when you join, you will immediately be billed for the current months rewards. Afterwards, you will be billed the first of each new month for the rewards of that new month.

This also means if you change levels, you will immediately be billed for the level you increase to. For instance, if you increase from $3 to $7 on January 10th, you will immediately be charged the $4 difference for receiving January rewards at the $7 level. Then on Feb 1, you will be charged $7 for that month’s rewards. Note: If you reduce your payment, you will not receive a refund for the difference. Your reduced level will be reflected in your payment for the next month.

This will not affect current patrons. You will continue to be billed the 1st of each month for that month’s rewards. This will only affect new patrons or those who wish to up their pledge to a higher level.

Thank you so very much for being my patrons. I look forward to writing more entertaining stories for you during the coming year. With any luck (and self discipline), perhaps I can even work on completing some older story lines.

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Dec 31, 2020 Update 3.7 (3)

I see I haven’t done one of these in a couple years. I’ve been commenting on most things in my Riwas Reads and Patreon posts. So I thought I would catch people up here for those who are interested… a two-year review of sorts.

I’ll start with the rating system. There was a recent server change where my library is hosted. Something must have happened because the newest ratings are not showing up. I apologize for this. I’m not fully literate on how this system works. But I’ll see if it’s possible to bring the rating system back online. My thanks to those who have left votes and thumbs up or down over the years.

I mentioned in one of my Patreon updates I was in the market for another vehicle. My pending insurance bill motivated me to go out looking again with mom. I found a small compact that seems to work for me. I’ll be making small payments over 5 years, but I hope to pay more and narrow that down to 3 years or less. I probably won’t take the long trips like I used to in years past. So hopefully this vehicle will last me for a while.

Mom and I have weathered the health storm that is affecting our country. We both wonder if she might have caught the bug a couple of months ago. She had symptoms and was not at her best. But she was not hospitalized as it was not necessary, and her symptoms were not serious. Taking a test after the fact seemed pointless. So we’re doing our best to keep our immune systems strong. I hope you are all doing well. I am encouraged to know the chances of it adversely affecting mom and I are actually smaller than my chances of developing a heart issue according to my doctor. Lol, thanks Doc! I think it is 8% developing a heart issue versus a number below 0.3% for the bug (or something like that).

My sister passed away back in February. She had heart and blood pressure problems. Sadly we were estranged, so we didn’t actually find out until we did a search online and found her obituary. It was a little sad we were not notified, but that might have been on her instructions. Perhaps they tried to contact us and missed us somehow. It’s always nice to give the benefit of a doubt. Thus, I hope your family situations are far better than how this turned out for mom and I.

I moved from one apartment to another in the middle of the year. The tenant below me was a heavy smoker, despite regulations against smoking indoors. It drifted up and kept making me sick. An apartment was vacated, and I was given the option of changing locations. It’s much nicer; I’m not breathing smoke anymore; and I’m in a daylight basement apartment, meaning it’s warmer in winter and cooler in summer. So I’m grateful.

Continuing my backtrack, I moved back to Montana last year when my rent was increased by $200. That was a 40% increase. I used that opportunity to move back to Montana to be closer to mom. I’m grateful I did it last year. I have no idea how complicated moving around from state to state might have been this year. So the timing of moving back last year worked out well. Mom has some minor health problems, but I think my being here has been really good for the both of us. There was a lot of worrying over 680 miles between us in years past. So now we don’t worry quite so much.

Oh, that biopsy I mentioned in my update of two years ago? They removed a lymph node and discovered I have no cancer. So apparently they got it all when they removed the melanoma. I go in frequently for skin checks to make sure no new ugly looking growths pop up where they don’t belong.

I mentioned cavities in my last blog post. I’m on a medical program where I’m going in regularly for my teeth. They are being cleaned on a regular basis, and any cavities that were recently discovered have been filled. I’m now trying to take care of my teeth with more frequent brushing and flossing. Bad habits are hard to break, but I think these new ones are coming along better than expected.

We’re monitoring my gallbladder. Apparently mine is not very good. I’ve had what I would call a couple of “sieges” (throbbing pain) and an all-out assault (that was painful). So I’m watching my diet and keeping track to see when it may be time to remove it. I’m hoping to hold out until this bug thing clears up and there will be less risk of infection should I go in to the hospital to have it removed.

I’m embarrassed by the number of stories I have unfinished. I wish to get back to some of them, but inspiration has stalled. So I’m trying something new. This December I’ve been working on one story in particular. Instead of leaving it alone after finishing a chapter, I move right on to the next part. I’m hoping I will get it finished despite the number of chapters it has blossomed into. If this works, I’ll try to complete other stories in a similar manner. And I’ll see if I can get back to some others I’ve stalled out on. I even hope to get to some older stories some of you have expressed a desire in seeing me finish or add more chapters to.

That’s enough for now. I think I hit all the high points. I appreciate you stopping by for a visit. It’s my fervent hope you can find some story here that appeals to you. In this time of great stress I wish to provide a little entertainment for you in the form of the written word.

I hope you are healthy, and your families are safe. My prayer is that you will find hope and peace in a world where that often seems sadly lacking. I have similar struggles, so it is a nice distraction for me to focus on putting out a good story for you. If one of my stories makes you smile, I feel I have accomplished something. I am grateful to be even a small part of bringing a little sunshine to your day.

Thank you so much for stopping by.

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Jamila 3.9 (14)

Note: a bonus short story inspired by a manipulated picture.

“Are you sure you really want me for this?”

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“Of course I’m sure. I just can’t believe you picked me is all.”

“Why not? Your name is Jamila, isn’t it? That means ‘beautiful’ in African and Arabic.”

“You know the meaning of my name? Damn! But you don’t really think I’m beautiful, do you? After all, there are so many other pretty girls out there.”

“But I chose you. I wouldn’t have chosen you if I didn’t think you weren’t beautiful. I just want you to know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Oh no; I really want to. So what do you want me to wear?”

“I like ‘em nude when I take my pictures. Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. I don’t mind getting nude. It’s just that…”

“What?”

“I don’t know if I’m beautiful enough.”

“You let me be the judge of that, ok? Do you want to change inside?”

“Oh no. I can do it right out here. I’m not the least bit shy. I’m just hoping you like what you see. I don’t want you to be disappointed. After all, I’m a little older than the others.”

“You can’t disappoint me, Jamila. When I saw you were available I picked you out of the bunch, remember?”

“Well… I don’t know… Ok; now I’m naked. So what do you think?”

“I think you’re gorgeous.”

“Really? You don’t think I’m too… bushy down below?”

“I like the natural look.”

“You don’t think my breasts are too small?”

“They look gorgeous, especially the way your nipples are sticking out.”

“I can’t help it. I guess I’m more than a little excited. Are you sure I’m pretty enough?”

“I told you I think you’re gorgeous. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me seeing you like that?”

“Really? Can I see?”

“You want to see?”

“Yes I do. You don’t have to be clothed to operate your camera do you?”

“No I don’t. Are you sure about this? I don’t want to offend you.”

“If I’m going to be naked for this then I think you should be naked too.”

“Ok. Let me take my clothes off. Now I’m warning you. Your beauty is making me, uh… are you sure you want me to take it all off?”

“Take it all off, baby. I want to see what you’re packing.”

“Ok, here goes…”

“Damn, you’re hard!”

“Of course I am. I’m hard because of how beautiful you are and what you’re going to be doing for me in the next few minutes.

“Aww, you’re making me blush. Ok; I suppose we’d better get serious about this. So how do you want me to do this?”

“Well, you have several choices.”

“What do the girls normally prefer?”

“Those who want to get into the spirit of things often like to have their wrists tied behind their back.”

“A little bondage, eh? Sexy… I like it. Let’s go with that.”

“Damn, honey. Your smile and your enthusiasm are both so incredibly sexy.”

“Are they? Aww, you’re making me blush again.”

“Ok, let me tie your wrists behind your back. Let me just get a little rope and, uh… gawd, what are you doing?”

“Just playing with the merchandise. *giggle* You don’t mind if I play with it, do you? Damn, you’re so fucking hard!”

“I can’t help it. It’s because you’re so fucking sexy and I’m really looking forward to this.”

“Mmmmm… I like how you’re twitching in my hand. I don’t suppose…”

“Don’t suppose what?”

“I don’t suppose I could suck it, could I? I kind of like the idea of blowing my executioner.”

“I don’t see any reason why not.”

“Good. Help me to my knees. Gawd, you’re so hard. Let me take it into my mouth. Mmmmmm.” *slurp slurp*

“Damn, baby. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Can you bring it down and put it around my neck? The noose I mean. Can I feel it while I’m sucking you? I want to get into character.” *slurp slurp*

“Oh, you’re already getting into character, honey. But ok. Let me just pull it down for you.”

*slurp slurp* “Mmmmmmmm. Damn, baby. That gave me such an erotic shiver when it touched my neck. I think I’m getting a little breathless now. So I’d better get back to sucking on this tasty piece of man meat. Mmmmmm.” *slurp slurp*

“Jamila?”

“Mmm-hmmm?” *slurp slurp*

“I think you’re going to make me cum.”

“Mmm-hmmm!” *slurp slurp*

“I’m giving you fair warning…”

“Mmm-hmmm!” *slurp slurp*

“If I don’t pull out I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

“MMM-HMMM!” *slurp slurp*

“Jamila, I… oh fuuuuuuck!”

“MMMMMMMMM! Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want to see it? Too late; I swallowed it already.”

“No, that’s… damn, girl! You are a beautiful woman of many talents.”

“I just hope my best one is the dance I’m going to put on for you. I’m a little worried though because I’m not really a dancer.”

“Oh, don’t worry. The noose wrings a unique dance out of each and every woman. I’m betting yours will be special.”

“Well I think I’m ready. Help me up onto the stool, ok Then you can tie the rope off and I’ll step off for you so you can take all the pictures you want.”

“All the ‘sexy’ pictures, you mean.”

“Damn, baby. You’re making me blush again.”

2018 (written Aug 6 ’18 by riwa. Manip by Quidam Martin)

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A Margot drowning story 4.5 (20)

“What took you so long? You were supposed to be here an hour ago!”

“I had a little trouble finding the place.”

“Seriously? I’m right here by the ocean.”

“So I see.”

“So tell me again about this thing I won.”

“You won a drowning contest.”

“A drowning contest. You’re serious, right?”

“Yeah, I’m serious.”

“So let me get this straight. A bunch of perverts held a drowning contest and I won?”

“Well, there were a bunch of contestants from Australia. It was a series of votes to determine the Australian Drowning Queen.”

“Sounds like something a bunch of testosterone-fueled guys would come up with. Who were these other chicks anyway?”

“Australian female celebrities.”

“Australian female celebrities?”

“In round one you beat Elle Macpherson 68% to 32%.”

“That’s no biggie. She’s getting kind of old, isn’t she?”

“In the quarterfinals you beat out Delta Goodrem 70% to 30%.”

“Is that so?”

“In the semi-finals you won over Miranda Kerr 56% to 44%.”

“They voted me over Miranda?”

“In the finals you beat Isabel Lucas 60% to 40%. Naomi Watts and Kylie Monique never even made it to the finals.”

“Really? You’re shitting me!”

“Nope.”

“You’re telling me I beat all those other bitches?”

“That’s right.”

“You boys have class.”

“Thank you.”

“So what happens now?”

“Now you star in your very own story.”

“My very own story?”

“Your very own drowning story to be precise.”

“So my sitting here in my bathtub is kind of ironic, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is. There were votes taken over the location to drown you in a story. The bathtub tied for third.”

“Tied for third? Tied with what?”

“A tank of glass. Some people want to read about you drowning in a tank.”

“Like an escape act gone wrong?”

“I suspect that’s what some of them were thinking. Others just want an unobstructed view of your drowning.”

“So what locations came in first and second?”

“First place was a pool with 33% of the vote. Second place was more of the equipment involved. Scuba took second place with 21%, although that’s not really a location. The tank and bathtub tied for third at 18%.

“I like the scuba idea. Did you know if I wouldn’t have gone into movies I probably would have ended up as a scuba instructor in the tropics?”

“I heard that was a desire of yours.”

“So you’re here to what… drown me?”

“…and then write about it; yes. Taking part in the experience and witnessing it will make writing about it a lot easier.”

“Is that so?”

“It certainly is.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Well, there’s always Isabel Lucas. She might make for a nice drowning story.”

“So let me get this straight. If I don’t want to drown, you’ll go pay Isabel a visit?”

“I can always tell her she won our contest. She might find that kind of exciting. Emma Watson, Scarlett Johansson and Karen Gillian all won the contests they were featured in.”

“They won contests too?”

“That right. And they didn’t have any complaints when their stories came out.”

“That’s because their lungs were filled with water, right? It’s a little hard to complain when your lungs are filled with water.”

“The guys certainly enjoyed reading about them drowning. And I suspect there were quite a few ladies who also enjoyed voting and reading about them.”

“And if I take part?”

“Your drowning will be featured along with the stories of those other ladies who won their contests. You’ll be in pretty select company.”

“Well, you certainly present an interesting proposition.”

“Does this mean you might be interested?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’m certainly not all that thrilled about drowning. But I’m not sure I like the idea of Isabel taking my place.”

“I don’t know her and I haven’t met her. So who knows? I suppose it’s possible she might put on a better drowning performance than you.”

“A better drowning performance than me? Oh really. I think you’re trying to goad me.”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

“So you’re interested then?”

“I haven’t committed just yet. Besides, aren’t you supposed to drown me in a swimming pool?”

“That is the number one preference. But a story hasn’t been written about that yet. These things take time and people get busy. I thought I’d swing by and see what you had to say about the subject.”

“And right now I just happen to be naked in my bathtub.”

“A happy coincidence, wouldn’t you agree? I don’t think anyone would object if I wrote a third place story about you drowning in your bathtub. I think the first place story is still going to be written. This means you might be the only Drowning Queen winner who gets to star in two stories. And with the number of scuba enthusiasts out there it’s entirely possible you could end up starring in a third.”

“Three stories? About me?”

“Again, it all depends on your performance. People want to read good stories about drowning celebrities. They don’t want someone who’ll just close her eyes and fall asleep underwater. And they don’t want someone who can’t hold her breath longer than ten or twenty seconds either.”

“My abilities? Seriously? I got up to five minutes holding my breath for an underwater scene in Suicide Squad.”

“But this will be a drowning story.”

“For fuck’s sake; I’m an actress! I can do a drowning!”

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”

“You want to drown me right here in my bathtub?”

“That works for me if it works for you. Of course it depends on what type of story I can get out of it. There is such a thing as boring drowning stories, you know. I think the stories about those other three winners turned out pretty good.”

“So how do I make your story exciting? I’m naked, right? Isn’t that enough?”

“Not always. It depends on the struggle and the bubbles. Sometimes a little enthusiasm goes a long way. To be honest, a lot of guys get erections from a good drowning story.”

“And I suppose you’re one of those perverts, right?”

“Yes… especially if it’s an erotic story. The more erotic the better.”

“An erotic story? Are we talking about having sex here?”

“Not necessarily. I can do it by leaning over the side of the tub and pushing you under. Or I can get naked in the tub with you.”

“So if you got naked and joined me in here, that would get you aroused? Seems to me you’re getting aroused just standing there. I can see you’ve got a nice little bulge growing.”

“That’s because we’re talking about drowning you. Of course it doesn’t hurt seeing you naked in your bathtub. Does my getting aroused bother you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it should. Then again, the thought of my getting you hard does have a certain appeal. Call it a ‘woman thing’.”

“You ladies do like the idea of having that kind of effect on us.”

“So tell me. Are you getting hard because you’re thinking about drowning me?”

“I’m getting that way, yes.”

“Oh really? I think I’d like to see that.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re not getting bashful on me, are you? After all, you’re here to drown me; am I right? I’m the one who’ll be going under. If I’m naked, you might as well be naked too. So let’s see what you’ve got.”

I remove my belt and drop my pants. My six inch erection curves upward. Margot looks at it and smiles. Did I see something flash in her eyes?

“Not bad. Is that because you’re thinking about drowning me in my bathtub?”

“Yes it is. I’m thinking about holding you under and watching all the bubbles come out of your nose while you’re trying to hold your breath.”

“And if I want to come back up for another breath?”

“That would be up to me, wouldn’t it?”

“A man who likes to get right to the point. So you’d drown me just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“I don’t know. My lungs were really hurting when I worked at holding my breath for that underwater scene in Suicide Squad. A couple of times I felt a brief surge of panic. Drowning’s going to be ten times worse, am I right?”

“You’re not going to enjoy inhaling water, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I didn’t think so. I’m not so sure I want to go through with this.”

“That’s quite all right. I can always place a call to Isabel. She might be interested in the extra publicity.”

“Not so fast. I only said I wasn’t sure. Besides, there’s something about it that sounds kind of sexy.”

“So what shall we do?”

“Why don’t you strip out of the rest of your clothes and get into the tub with me? We’ll see what happens from there.”

“You’re not going to pull a one-eighty on me, are you?”

“Relax. When I ask you to get in the tub with me, I mean it. I’m not one of those broads who says one thing and then does the opposite. So what are you waiting for? A naked chick has just invited you to get into the tub with her!”

I smile as I remove my shirt and footwear until I’m nude. Then I step into the opposite end of her tub. My erection does not subside, certainly not with her looking at it. I see her eyes flash again.

“So how are you going to write this story? You broke in, caught me in my bathtub and drowned me?”

“You mean like this?”

I lunge forward and push her head under, catching her totally by surprise. Instantly she begins to struggle. Bubbles pour out of her nose as she fights against me.

She lets out a bubbly cry as her lungs heave. I wait until the very last moment before I let her back up. She bursts up gasping loudly for breath.

“What the fuck was that??”

“That was the intruder scenario. You get very little warning. That means you get very little time to get a good breath.”

“You could have warned me first!”

“I just said you get very little warning.”

“Asshole!”

She feels around in the water. Then she finds something growing out of my crotch and strokes it a little. “Your cock is really hard, isn’t it. Is it because you just tried to drown me?”

“Of course.”

“And if I drowned a little more willingly?”

“Well, right now I’m in the tub with you. I suppose that assumes some measure of consent. Can you imagine an intruder taking the time to remove his clothes before getting into the tub with you just to drown you?”

“I suppose that would be unrealistic.”

“It certainly would. My being naked in the tub with you implies some sort of consent or willingness on your part.”

“You mean the way I invited you into the tub with me?”

“Exactly.”

“So what are we talking here? Are we saying I invited you into my tub to drown me?”

“That could be an idea. Some guys like a forced drowning. Others like a woman who is consensual.”

“Consensual? Like she really wants him to drown her?”

“Maybe it’s a fantasy of his. Maybe it’s a fantasy of hers. Maybe it’s a fantasy they both share.”

“Women can have that kind of fantasy?”

“Some like freediving and some like scuba. Some like to imagine getting themselves into perilous situations. For some it can be a turn-on. And for some it’s the fear and excitement they might actually drown, even though they don’t want to or have no intention of drowning.”

“Sounds kind of crazy to me.”

“Does it?”

I suddenly push her below the surface again. She goes under unexpectedly, spewing up nose bubbles. That’s when she thrashes about in the water.

I push down hard on her shoulders, forcing her to the bottom. More bubbles come up as she struggles in my grasp. I hear a bubbly scream. Then I let her up.

She bursts up gasping loudly for breath. She gives me a dirty look. “Fucking hell! I thought you were going to drown me!”

“Was it scary?”

“You’re damn straight it was scary! I told you I thought you were going to drown me!”

“Did you find that exciting?”

“Hell no! But I can sure as hell tell you found it exciting! You’re really hard! Is it because you nearly drowned me?

“Of course.”

“Asshole!”

“You want me to get out? You want me to go try Isabel instead?”

“I didn’t say that. You just keep goading me, don’t you.”

“Well, I could just drown you and be done with it.”

“But you won’t; am I right? You want me to be willing; is that it?”

“Well, I am in the tub with you. Otherwise I would have to get out and work on that intruder scenario where I sneak up on you. We could do that instead if you’d prefer.”

“Well, you’re already in the tub with me. And I must admit I sort of like, uh…”

“…feeling how aroused I am by tugging on my erection?” There’s that flash in her eyes again.

“Is it… unusual for a drowning woman to feel some sort of… sexual excitement?”

“I’ve heard some women get turned on reading stories. Others get aroused imagining themselves in peril situations, just like I told you.”

“I kind of thought so.”

“Why do you ask? Are you becoming a little turned on by all this?”

“None of your damn business!”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

I suddenly lunge forward and push her head under again. This time I lie down flat on top of her. My hard cock presses up against her crotch.

She struggles and bubbles underneath me. I can tell I caught her by surprise again. But this time she manages to hold her breath a little longer.

I hump her with my erection. Bubbles start coming out of her nose as she really starts to struggle underneath me. I stay on top of her, looking down at her.

Her eyes widen as more bubbles spew out of her nose. I finally let her up. She comes up gasping.

“Fucking hell!”

She looks at me for a long moment. There’s something a little different in her eyes this time.

“What? What is it?”

“That thing about being aroused? I was starting to panic down there. Yet at the same time I was feeling this… this…”

“Yes?”

“I guess we might as well be honest with each other. You’ve been honest with me. So tell me. Do women sometimes cum while they’re drowning?”

“I’ve never asked a drowned woman if she orgasmed. But I would imagine the fear and arousal could mix into an orgasm if the sensations were strong enough.”

“Well, during my panic, those sensations were getting pretty damn strong. So tell me this. Have you ever fucked a woman underwater?”

“A couple times; yes.”

“Was it good?”

“Some say struggling to hold your breath adds to the intensity of the experience. I certainly experienced a release while fucking underwater.”

“And you’re going to drown me in my bath, is that right?”

“Well, that’s the plan. You’re already wet, naked and ready.”

“I was wondering…”

“About what?”

“That last time when you dunked me and humped me? I thought you were going to drown me. But the experience was so frightening, so terribly thrilling that I…”

“…that you what?”

“Could you… could we…?”

“What are you doing?”

I’m surprised when she climbs into my lap. I feel her grab my erection with her hand. Then she slowly works it into her tight opening until I feel the warmth of her womanhood massaging me.

She pants for breath. Then she looks me right in the eye. “How’d you like to take me under right now?”

I pause only a moment before I force her back under in a flurry of bubbles. I push her down as I submerge on top of her. Then I start thrusting good and hard.

She grunts up bubbles into my face as she fucks me back. Her enthusiasm surprises me. The idea of drowning this sexy woman with my cock inside her is incredibly arousing.

I keep her down until her lungs start to heave. I can feel her warm breasts press against my chest as she starts to struggle. Her pussy clenches even harder around my shaft as she loses more nose bubbles.

Her eyes start to open wide. I feel her chest heave against mine. I can tell her spasms are originating in her stomach.

I suddenly pull her up until we rise up together. She pants like crazy to catch her breath. I’m still inside her and can feel her squeezing me.

“Fucking hell!”

“Why? Was it scary?”

“Scary and… something else.”

“You called me a pervert, remember?”

“Perverts can be so… exciting sometimes.”

“Well?”

“Do you have the outline for a story in your head from our encounter?”

“Yes, I’m starting to get one now.”

“Do you want to drown me?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Do you want to fuck me as you drown me? Wait; you don’t have to answer that. I just felt your cock twitch inside me.”

“The water’s starting to get cool in here.”

“Yes… yes it is. So I think we should get started.”

“Get started?”

“Yes, damn you. I don’t know how you did it. But you convinced me.”

“I convinced you?”

“I got excited when you kept dunking me. I thought you were going to drown me. Each time I found it so damned exciting. Fucking hell!”

“I take it you don’t want me to go look up Isabel?”

“To hell with Isabel! Feeling your cock inside me while I was holding my breath did the trick. Now I want you to drown me as you fuck me. Hell, I might even orgasm while I’m drowning!”

“Are you sure?”

“Hell yeah; I’m sure! I want you to fuck me as you drown me! I want you to write a story about it. I want those other bitches that had stories written about them to eat their hearts out.”

“Well, this is not the primary story. It’s only a story for the third place votes.”

“I don’t fucking care. I want you to drown me with your cock inside me. You’re going to do it anyway, right? Gawd; I can feel you twitch inside me every time I ask you to drown me!”

“Are you sure? No take-backs on this.”

“I’m sure.”

“You realize you’ll probably change your mind partway through, don’t you? It will hurt like hell and you’ll want back up. That will be the best part.”

“The best part?”

“You’ll fight and thrash about and want back up in the worst way as your pussy milks a cum right out of me. Once you panic and your lungs scream for air, that’s all your mind will think about. All you’ll want is that next breath.”

“Fucking hell! Why does that sound so damn exciting? Tell me more!”

“Your lungs will be on fire as your chest heaves. Your mind will become obsessed with getting that next breath. My cock inside you might feel like a violation. Chances are that’s when you’ll lose control. The orgasm might come just before or just after you start to drown.”

“Fucking hell! You’ll keep me down until I drown, won’t you?”

“It wouldn’t be a drowning story if I didn’t keep you down until you drowned.”

“Fucking hell!”

She starts taking deep breaths. Then she gets this excited look in her eyes. I feel her squeeze my cock inside her.

“Fuck; let’s do this! I want you to fuck me as you drown me! Damn you; I’m so fucking horny right now! Let’s do this before I change my mind!”

I nod as I watch her take deep breaths. She’s still impaled on my erection. I can really feel her clenching. It’s almost as though she wants to cum right now.

She inhales deeply. Then I push her onto her back. Down she goes, her head fully submerged.

I begin to thrust nice and slow as I keep my head out of water. She grunts as she responds by fucking me back. I had no idea she might want to have sex while she drowned. There must have been quite an arousal taking place when I dunked her those other times.

I take my time, enjoying how tight she feels as she squeezes me. She moans and bubbles out of her nose. I pay close attention as I become even more aroused.

A minute goes by as I thrust in and out while I keep her submerged. I slowly fuck her through a second minute while getting all the air I need. By her third minute she starts to show some distress.

I notice little heaves in her chest as I thrust into her. She grunts and bubbles as she fucks me harder. Maybe she thinks I’ll let her up if she makes me cum. Or maybe she wants to cum and then get one last breath before she drowns. If only she knew she’s already breathed her last.

I feel her chest start to heave more insistently beneath me. She loses more bubbles until she no longer drifts upward. Then she starts to struggle. She wants back up.

I press my weight down on her, making sure her head stays submerged as I take a deep breath to join her. Her eyes widen in alarm as she begins shaking her head. At the same time I feel her womanhood clench like crazy.

We’re almost to four minutes when she starts to thrash about underneath me. I press down hard on her shoulders while I fuck her with violent enthusiasm. A moment later she clamps down tight and starts to shudder.

She loses all her breath out of her mouth and nose. I can tell she’s cumming. I’m almost there myself, grunting and bubbling as I fuck her hard.

Her lungs empty as she settles down from her orgasm. Then she tries to slither out from underneath me. That’s when she hitches and gurgles.

Her head shakes in horror. Then she goes into violent spasms as she thrashes about underneath me. Her pussy milks me until I find myself shooting my load deep inside her.

She bucks and shudders like crazy, trying to throw me off as she beats on me with her fists. Her chest keeps heaving as her stomach spasms. Then her convulsions lessen until she lies quietly on the bottom of her bathtub.

I see little muscle spasms as I slowly pull out. A wisp of my cream comes out with me. Three tiny bubbles swirl up out of her nostrils as she stares up at me in shock, her mouth gaping open.

I look down upon her as I enjoy the afterglow of our coupling. She remains motionless on the bottom of her bathtub, her lungs flooded. Another tiny bubble swirls out of her mouth.

I get to my knees and compose myself. I smile as I tell her, “I think that’s going to make a pretty good story, Margot.” She just stares back at me in vacant shock as though the ending wasn’t exactly what she’d anticipated.

But that’s ok, right? Because different stories have different endings.

2019 (written Jul 16 ’19 by riwa)

(Pictures found on the Internet and used as illustrations.)

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Trading up (female vs male victims) 4.1 (34)

I learned while growing up. I learned from the best. I learned from my mother.

She married young. But she learned to trade up. After four marriages she had a ton of cash and could have any man she wanted.

I paid real close attention. I picked a nice guy for my first marriage. Stanley had a decent job and was a good provider. But after five years I learned he wasn’t going to amount to much.

He took out enough life insurance to pay off the mortgage and to provide for me. That’s when I made my move. Besides, I already had a guy named Steven in the wings I was seeing on the side. The only obstacle was my husband.

One day we went into our backyard pool for some fun. I wore my skimpiest bikini. Of course I let the material slide down so my breasts were exposed. He always was a tit-man.

We started having fun dunking each other. Then I became more aggressive. He always was a bit of a pussy.

I forced him down again and again. He struggled as I made him run out of breath. Each time I drove him under I was adding to his exhaustion.

It was such a turn-on forcing him down again and again. Sexy bubbles came up. By the time I made my move it was all too easy.

I forced him under and then climbed on top to ride him face down. He was too exhausted to fight me. That’s when he started hitching and gurgling underneath me.

It was so hot drowning Stanley that I experienced an unexpected orgasm. I was breathless as I climbed off. The stupid bastard floated face down in our backyard pool. It was all too easy.

Next was Steven. He had all the makings of a good husband and a good provider. I moved him in right after collecting the life insurance on my first husband’s tragic pool accident. For the next five years Steven did everything right. But he developed a wandering eye.

About that same time I developed a wandering eye of my own. I set my sights on another hunk who showed the promise of an even better future. He liked me too, and we spent many discreet evenings together.

Steven liked my best friend Sharon. I learned they were having an affair. So I decided to give him his heart’s desire before I put him down once and for all.

One of his fantasies was to engage in a kinky threesome. So I told Steven I was open to a trio with Sharon. I said I wanted to give him a birthday present to remember. He said he was up for it if Sharon was.

I knew a professor of medieval literature. He had a working guillotine down in his basement. I blew him a couple of times, so he gave me the keys to his house as a favor while he was away.

On the night of our threesome I invited Steven and Sharon over to the professor’s house for some kinky fun. I showed them the working guillotine. Then I asked how crazy would it be if one of us rode it while having sex with the other two. That’s when I gave Steven a knowing wink.

Sharon was eager to climb on and ride his dick. Steven said he was more than willing. So he laid out on the bench and stuck his head through the opening.

I locked the lunette down on his head. Sharon eagerly began stroking his cock. I asked Steven if he was all turned on. He told me he was.

Sharon really wanted to ride him. So I motioned for her to go ahead and climb aboard. She was really excited.

I think she wanted to fuck Steven while I was watching. She was quite the bitch. I think it was her way of saying, “I’ve already been fucking him a lot behind your back, honey. Now I get to do it right in front of you!”

She climbed on and really started riding him hard. It was obvious she’d fucked him before. She gave me a haughty look as though confirming they’d fucked each other so many times before.

She leaned forward and looked down on his face. I asked her if she wanted to kiss him. She said she would love to.

I pulled the lunette up out of the way and watched the two lovebirds go at it. She was all over his lips as she rode him like crazy. I just smiled as I rose up and pulled the lever.

I wasn’t sure if it would work or not, going through two necks at once. But the professor surprised me by how sharp he kept his blade. It was heavy enough that it sliced right through both throats.

Sharon’s hands instinctively came up, feeling around for a head that wasn’t there. Steven looked like he was pumping her the moment he lost his mind, so to speak. Both heads ended up in the basket, eyes open in shock with their lips still puckered.

I had one hell of an O when I saw them like that. Then I got dressed and left. It turned out to be another one of those “accidents” where I’d given Steven the keys and he’d gone over to fuck Sharon. They must have gotten careless or something.

I took up with Stewart shortly after that. He had a thriving practice as a plastic surgeon. The money just kept flowing in.

He had quite the next egg built up when I met him. It was easy using my charms to get him to the altar. Mother would have been so proud of me had she lived to see it.

After five years I met up with Sheila. She and I really hit it off. She made love to me the way the guys never even imagined.

It was time to trade up again. You see, Doctor Stewart liked to be submissive to women. So I began inviting Sheila over. The two of us always dominated him before giving him a good fucking.

Sheila said she enjoyed fucking my Stewart. But she confided that she always enjoyed me more. So I told Sheila my plan. She was willing to go along with it.

The day came when we decided to play a little game with the noose. Stewart was our willing boy-toy. I noosed him up while Sheila played with his dick.

We had so much fun turning him on. He loved playing “the condemned prisoner with the female wardens”. His “last request” was getting a blowjob. So Sheila and I took turns sucking him.

We got him all worked up until he was begging for it. “Damn, girls! When do I get to cum?”

“Right now,” I told him as we both pulled on the rope and tied it off.

Stewart went right up into the air. His eyes flew open in surprise. Then he started to kick as he clawed at the rope around his throat.

His dick got really hard. Sheila and I got on our knees right in front of him and masturbated with our mouths open and our tongues out. Then he hung limp as he began to spurt on us.

We got cum on our faces and in our mouths. Then we 69ed each other as Stewart hung limp. We both had massive orgasms as he dangled lifeless, cum dripping out of the tip of his cock.

Afterwards I fetched a small stool, making sure I didn’t leave any prints on it. I tipped it over behind him as though he’d kicked it away himself. We made sure the rope was tied off in such a way that it looked like he’d hanged himself.

So that’s my story. Girls, you’ve got to learn to trade up. Divorce them if you have to in order to get somebody better. I can tell you I traded up three different times. Best decisions I ever made. And erotic as hell too!

2019 (written Jul 9 ’19 by riwa)

(Pics found on the Internet.)

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