Underwater hockey practice (men’s themes) 3.8 (5)

Note: Every now and then I try to do one of these for the guys and for the ladies who like to read them.

In Stuttgart Germany, six members of the men’s underwater hockey club gain special access to a large indoor pool. They head to the locker room to change. When they emerge, they are all sporting Speedos, goggles and swimcaps.

They take all their hockey gear with them to the deep end of the pool. It is approximately three meters in depth. An underwater goal is set up on the pool floor along one wall.

The water feels great when they all jump in. It is cool enough so they will not overheat from their exertions. But it does cause several cocks to stir. Being in the water does that to many of them. It’s one reason why they enjoy playing underwater hockey.

They start their practice by swimming laps back and forth across the deep end. As usual, Oskar is the best surface swimmer. With black speedos, goggles and swimcap, he is very competitive. He is also the strongest and most muscular of the group.

Afterwards, it is down to the bottom of the pool. Now the team members all swim laps back and forth across the pool floor. They continue until they cannot hold their breath any longer and are forced to surface.

Hans in his red Speedos and swimcap proves to be better at holding his breath while swimming the longest. He is less of a sprinter, but more of an endurance swimmer. The other members tend to burn up their oxygen quicker, often leaving him the last one on the bottom of the pool.

Hans is granted a reward for staying down the longest. He picks Franz in the maroon Speedos who will swim down with him. Hans likes Franz the most when it comes to receiving “rewards”.

The rest of the team watch as Hans and Franz remove their Speedos. Then Franz gets to work sucking Hans’s cock at the bottom of the pool. He must stay down and hold his breath until salty cum fills his mouth.

Afterwards, the members split up into two teams. Dieter, Stefan and Hans will play against Bernd, Oskar and Franz. The puck is dropped, and the six teammates go at it.

Oskar scores the first goal by brute strength. But Dieter in the green Speedos scores the second. The practice game is now tied.

Masculine pride soon becomes evident. All six teammates go hard at it. But it’s Hans that scores the winning goal, being able to stay down the longest as the others are forced to surface, get a breath and then come back down.

The losers must strip off their Speedos. They are forced to masturbate in front of the winners until they cum. Franz always seems to have the most cum, and he shoots the biggest ropes of cream into the water, much to the delight of his teammates. The winners enjoy watching the losers jerk their cocks at the bottom of the pool.

From there, it’s a fifteen minute soak in one of the hot tubs. Then it’s back to the pool for more practice. Once again, the water is cool enough to cause six cocks to stir in their Speedos.

This time the teammates pair off. They work on staying down on the pool floor for as long as they can hold their breath while passing a puck back and forth to each other. The pair that can stay down the longest gets a special prize.

Despite Hans’s ability, he’s paired with Dieter who cannot hold his breath as long. Together Bernd and Stefan hold their breath the longest while passing the puck back and forth to each other. They win this round. Both of them want underwater blowjobs as their reward.

Bernd in his blue Speedos chooses Hans. Stefan, who likes to wear white speedos to show off his long, fleshy bulge, chooses Oskar. Stefan likes gagging Oskar with his long, thick dick. But there’s no doubt Oskar likes it too.

Bernd and Stefan head to the bottom of the pool where they pull off their Speedos. Hans and Oskar swim down to reward the winning puck-passing breath-hold duo. Stefan gags Oskar, but Bernd cannot resist locking with Hans in a 69. Dieter and Franz simply strip off their Speedos and go under to hold their breath and watch while jerking their cocks.

It proves to be another long, breath-holding challenge. Hans and Oskar work hard at trying to get off Bernd and Stefan. The losers have to get off the winners, even if there is a risk of being drowned and revived. The guys love doing that to each other.

Bernd and Hans are talented cocksuckers. The duo in the 69 manage to get each other off in about three minutes. Leaking cream out of their mouths, they happily head for the surface.

Stefan tries to hold off for as long as he can. He loves torturing Oskar’s lungs. With a heaving chest, Oskar finally gets a mouthful of cum at 3:47 and is allowed to surface, with Stefan and his heaving lungs right behind him.

Once again it’s back to the hot tub for a soak and a fifteen minute break. Then it’s back into the water for some horseplay breath-holding. The Speedos quickly come off.

There is a lot of grabbing and groping. Cocks are sucked and asses are humped. It gets the guys all worked up again.

Once more they break up into two teams of three. Oskar wants a rematch from the first game they lost. Everyone is agreeable. This time there will be greater rewards for the winners.

The game is stretched to a best-out-of-five. But the two teams are evenly matched. The game ends up being tied at 2-2, with all six of them feeling straining lungs and noticeable erections.

They take a two minute break before they play the final point. It’s Bernd taking a pass from Franz who slams home the winning goal. To the victors go the spoils.

This time Oskar gets to turn the tables on Stefan. He makes his teammate suck him first. Then he grabs his legs, pulls them apart and fucks him at the bottom of the pool.

Stefan excitedly jerks his long, thick erection. He doesn’t mind getting fucked on the pool floor. He just hopes he can hold his breath long enough.

Both of them stay down for as long as possible while the others watch and masturbate. With heaving lungs, Stefan jerks cum out of his long shaft. Oskar fills his ass with spunk until the breathless duo head for the surface.

Now it’s Bernd’s turn. He wants to fuck Hans. But he knows he can’t hold his breath as long as his teammate.

Hans grabs a pair of ankle weights. He submerges to suck Bernd underwater into full hardness. Then he fills his lungs and sinks to the bottom.

Bernd pauses long enough to give Hans a head start at breath-holding. Then he dives down and stands behind his teammate. He grabs him from behind and bends him over face down. That’s when he drives his cock deep up his teammate’s ass.

Hans is so excited that he cannot help reaching under to jerk his own cock. But his lungs burn as he runs out of breath. Teammates drift all around the horny duo, jerking their meat while watching the action.

Bernd does his best to hold his breath without cumming. He wants to outlast Hans, perhaps drowning him in the process. It might work, being as how Hans’ lungs are on fire.

Hans finally shoots ropes of cream into the pool. Then he tries to break free and head back to the surface. But his teammates come down to hold onto his arms, forcing him to stay down until Bernd receives his winnings.

He gurgles as he starts sucking water. He spasms and convulses as his ass massages Bernd’s cock. Bernd finally shoots a load deep up his rectum.

Afterwards, the team hauls a drowned Hans to the surface. He is revived where he shows no ill effects. Next time he vows to drown Bernd the first chance he gets.

For his reward, Franz wants to drown Dieter. The team has a pair of handcuffs at the ready for just such an occasion. So they handcuff Dieter’s wrists to the end of a long, metal pole.

Oskar operates the pole up at the surface, forcing Dieter all the way to the bottom of the pool. Franz waits until Dieter has been down for at least a minute. Then he swims down and moves behind his cuffed teammate.

He thrusts his cock hard up Dieter’s ass. Stefan takes advantage of the situation by sticking his erect dick into a helpless Dieter’s mouth. Bernd comes over and sucks Dieter’s stiff erection.

Dieter grunts and bubbles as he holds his breath for as long as he can. Being triple-teamed is making him horny. But it is also making it impossible for him to hold his breath very long.

His chest heaves until he is in pure agony. Then his lungs give out. Dieter’s cock spurts into Bernd’s hungering mouth.

Stefan fucks Dieter’s throat as the teammate coughs and gurgles. A drowning Dieter gets a load of cream pumped between his lips. He’s barely conscious when he feels Franz shoot a load of spunk deep up his ass from behind.

Oskar slowly pulls Dieter up by the pole where they all help to get him out of the water. They check to make sure he is all right, seeing that his breathing returns to normal. Then Oskar and Hans dive down and fetch the goals and all the Speedos

It’s back to the hot tub for one last relaxing soak. But the guys cannot resist reaching around to grab the nearest cock. Soon the hot tub is boiling over with the heat of male sexual lust.

Hans takes advantage of the situation by fucking Bernd as payback. The cuffs are retrieved and Bernd is forced to wear them. Hans gives him a good, hard fuck in the hot tub, bending him over at the waist, forcing his head underwater and making him grunt and bubble.

Dieter gets the same idea with Franz. Together he and Hans fuck Franz and Bernd in the hot tub. The two vengeful teammates make their friends hold their breath for long, agonizing minutes. Then they pump them full of spunk as the bubbles come up.

Oskar forces Stefan to sit on the bottom of the hot tub with his legs over Stefan’s shoulders. Stefan jerks his cock while holding his breath as Oskar watches. His lungs are straining when Oskar lets him up.

They quickly get into a 69. Then they suck each other’s dicks underwater, trying to see who can outlast the other. They struggle and bubble until heaving lungs cause both cocks to go off in hungering mouths.

Afterward releasing all that spunk, the team settles down for one last soak. It’s been another erotic night of practice. They all vow to meet again before the game.

2020 (written Jan 19 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by the drawing by Graphite which was created for Oeff)

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The Witch 4.3 (32)

The wind let out a mournful sigh as Annabelle walked the streets. Otherwise there was no sound, not even the cry of a bird or the bark of a hound. No villagers rushed out to accuse her.

It felt odd walking so brazenly through the center of town in plain sight. How many times had she longed to do this without fear? How many of her sisters had made the fatal mistake of showing their faces like this?

There was no one here now. The scourge had seen to that. Two of her own had succumbed to it. The others had fallen victim to the judgement of the populace.

She made her way to the prison out on the edge of town. There were no sentries to stop her. It was deserted as well.

She brazenly strolled through the open gate without fear. There was no one in sight who could give her a death warrant. No one tried to halt her, much less cry out a warning of the witch in their midst.

She wore her large hat, one she would have dared not don had the scourge not decimated the population. On top of it a raven cawed into the breeze. She smiled as she looked up and told her familiar, “There is no need to fear, Horace. There is no one to lay an accusing hand on me now.”

She felt melancholy. It surprised her to realize how lonely she was. The villagers would have attacked her for sure, marching her here to the prison to be condemned in front of a judge. But there was no judge now, no group of elders who could charge her for being a witch.

She wandered through the barracks. The breeze ruffled her skirt as it made her hat flutter. Horace cawed again as he fluttered his wings and shuffled about, causing Annabelle to let out a sad smile.

She made her way out to the courtyard. That’s where she set her eyes upon it once again. She’d seen it several times before. But this time it did not frighten her. There was only sadness at the memory of the members of her order it had claimed.

Horace cawed; the raven had seen it too. “There’ll be no hangings today, my friend,” she told the fowl reassuringly. “There is no one to carry out the command to hang me. The scourge has claimed the majority. The rest have fled to the north in hopes of escape. But there will be no mercy for them up there as the scourge will be awaiting their arrival.”

She walked up to the gallows without fear. It was an odd sensation staring at the structure that had claimed several of her kind. A lone noose still dangled, the wind setting it to swinging as though longing for one more neck.

She slowly climbed the steps, the wood creaking each time she brought her foot down. Her eyes focused on the noose before her. The breeze picked up, setting it to swinging back and forth.

“Do you want one more?” she asked with a smile as she reached the platform. “One more neck for old time’s sake? There is no one here to give the order, no one to pull the lever for you to claim me.”

A gust set the noose to swaying a little more. Horace cawed at the rope. Annabelle simply smiled with amusement.

“Eager to feel one more neck, are you? My, but you’re hungry. Do you want to claim one more life? Perhaps you’d like to take mine?”

She paused as she inspected the gallows. Images returned of the previous hangings of three of her kind. She’d witnessed them from afar, but perhaps not far enough to be able to blot out the painful memory of seeing them kick and suffer.

She walked up and grabbed the noose with a knowing smile. “I ought to throttle you in response to those you have throttled, my friend. But what would that accomplish? You are immune to such things.” Horace cawed again, the raven fluttering on her hat before readjusting his position.

She felt a shiver at holding the lethal coil in her grasp. How many lives had it claimed? How many of her kind had died in this very spot?

Annabelle felt the melancholy return. It was not because of the loss of those she knew. It was because she was so alone. There was no one to talk to but Horace, not even a stray villager.

She stood there grasping onto the noose. The breeze diminished considerably. It was as though the wind was holding its breath.

She smiled inwardly. ‘Not today,’ she thought as though speaking in reply to the faint gust that fluttered her hat. Horace cawed before readjusting his position yet again.

A thought came to mind from out of her loneliness… ‘Why not today?’ Horace cawed as though he’d heard the thought. Annabelle looked upward at her hat.

“Why not indeed, Horace? There is nothing left for me here but ‘justice’, foul and undeserved though it may be. Surely they would hang me if they could.”

Horace cawed again. “Why shouldn’t I consider it?” she told her familiar. “It would only set you free. The sky is there, my friend; opportunity awaits.”

Horace cawed once more. Annabelle shook her head. “You know you shouldn’t do that, old friend. The more you try to discourage me, the more I set my mind on something.” Then she reached up and grabbed the large brim of her hat.

Horace fluttered his wings before flying off. He landed on the platform a short distance away. Annabelle set her hat down upon the platform, wondering if she had need of it anymore.

Horace cawed up at her. She looked down at the raven and smiled. “What’s the matter, old friend? I’m perfectly dressed for the occasion. There’s no one to see me like this. Why is it I now long for the eyes of some villagers to gaze upon me in my garb during my final moments?”

The raven cawed again. She scowled in reply. “Of course I’m perfectly capable! I haven’t lost my touch, you know.”

She closed her eyes as though concentrating. Annabelle deliberately brought her arms behind her back. There was a flash of sunlight behind her before she felt cords of hemp magically appear to wrap tightly around her wrists.

Horace cawed again. Annabelle scolded her familiar. “Oh be quiet. I’ll do what I please, thank you very much.” There was another anxious caw.

“My necklace? Of course I haven’t forgotten about my necklace!” Then she closed her eyes and concentrated again.

The noose moved as though guided by the breeze. It carefully looped itself over her head. Then it rested tenderly upon Annabelle’s neck.

She felt an erotic shiver. A part of her tried to ask what she thought she was doing. But she did not listen to her inner voice. Horace was putting up enough of a protest for both.

The raven cawed again. Annabelle smiled at her familiar. “How do I look?”

There was another caw. “Do you mind?” she asked indignantly. “I only wish to experience what it must have felt like for the others. I have no intention of…”

Caaw – caaw!

“So who asked you?”

The raven tilted his head as he looked at her. Annabelle looked at her familiar with amusement. “What; you think I can’t do it? You think I haven’t got the power? Or do you question my nerve?”

She was so lonely. There was nothing left but hours… days… weeks of isolation and solitude ahead. Friends and enemies alike – all had been taken by way of the noose or the scourge.

Caaw!

“You’ve been a good friend, Horace. Thus, I set you free. Go forth, unshackled by this mortal coil.”

Caaw!

“Not this time. I’ve made up my mind. This is my penance for watching the others hang one by one. I am tired. Perhaps it is time to join them.”

Caaw!

“Goodbye, old friend. Now let’s see if I can do this.”

She closed her eyes, appearing deep in concentration. Nearby the lever started to move. There was another caw as though Horace was trying to distract her from her focus.

Annabelle winced as she concentrated. She was capable of doing this one last thing, wasn’t she? Then she felt the platform give way beneath her.

She dropped only a little. She let out a cry as the noose pulled her up short. It was just as she had surmised.

They did not want a snapped neck and a quick execution. Instead they wanted a spectacle, a fine entertainment. Annabelle only wished there were witnesses around so she could give one to them.

The pain around her neck was more than she expected. Her legs kicked involuntarily. Instinctively she fought against the noose.

She felt a perverse thrill settle in her loins. Her womanhood winked at the ground below as she kicked and struggled. She rasped for breath, amazed how much it hurt… and how much the noose seemed to be wringing such a strange, sexual pleasure out of her.

Was she having visions? What was this she was seeing before her bloodshot eyes? Had a few stray villagers gathered to witness the noose claim its final victim??

Her sheer skirt fluttered. The breeze had picked up and was now caressing her. She could feel it tickling her swollen nub like a teasing lover…

Caaw!

She grimaced indignantly as she struggled to send her thoughts to her familiar. ‘Not now, Horace! Can’t you see I’m dancing for them??’

The raven craned its neck and looked all around, seeing no one. Then it cawed again. ‘You bloody bird; I’m perfectly sane!’

The pain was unlike any she had previously experienced. Her throat wanted to close off. She was reaching the point where she would not be able to concentrate much longer. That meant she would soon lose her ability to free herself if she so desired.

But did she so desire?

Horace cawed again. Annabelle nodded as she kicked extra special for her familiar. Horace deserved one last spectacle.

This platform had borne witness to so many “dancers“. Horace had witnessed many as well. One more performance for him would not make much difference.

Horace cawed again. Annabelle felt pleasure blossom between her legs. Was this what others of her kind had experienced before they’d shed their mortal coils? She could only hope there had been some small benefit for them in the midst of such excruciating pain.

Her jig became less animated as she grew weary. She did not have much energy left to put into her dance. She sensed she was reaching the point of no return.

Horace cawed again. ‘Bloody bird. What else do you want to see? I’ve not got much more I can give you.’

Horace began to cry out. He was urging her to get herself down. But she didn’t feel like fighting anymore. After all, what was there to live for?

She longed to return to her kind. But they were no longer of this world. That was easily rectified. She would simply join them wherever they happened to be.

She heard faint caws from Horace. It puzzled her brain. Was something missing?

She smiled inwardly. Then she concentrated as best she could. If only she had enough energy left.

The breeze blew against her. She gently swayed back and forth. Then she felt a coolness all over.

Ahh, success! Her nipples hardened almost immediately. The wind caressed her like a lover now that she’d shed her sheer material.

She began to hitch as her heart started skipping beats. Her womanhood clenched as her muscles instinctively squeezed. She heard Horace one last time.

She contacted him with her last ounce of strength. ‘No, my friend. It’s better this way. Go in peace. Find others of your kind to spend the rest of your days with. Now I go to find mine. Don’t worry, it’s not so bad up here. It actually feels kind of niiiiiiiiii……….’

Annabelle went into seizures as internal organs started shutting down. She couldn’t feel her legs anymore. Horace was wailing his grief, but she could no longer hear him.

Her bladder emptied, which felt like a welcome relief. Then she gently swung back and forth as the breeze caressed her all over. Her tongue protruded as she stared with unseeing eyes. The last thing she thought she saw was the open arms of Ariel, the last witch they’d hanged from this very gallows….

Horace began to caw and caw. His wings fluttered as he took flight. He circled around her cooling corpse as she gently swung back and forth. Then with a caw of sorrow and regret he headed off.

The villagers, what few had remained, had gone north. Thus, he would go south. Something inside told him there was life waiting for him if only he would fly south…

2020 (written Mar 14 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by renders created by Noosegirl which I used for illustration purposes.)

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A daughter’s murderous rage 3 (7)

Meredith sat in the tub soaking as her mind wandered. She was going out to see Anthony in another hour or so. She was really looking forward to it.

He had the longest, thickest cock of any man she’d previously met. The only complication was the fact he just so happened to be her daughter’s boyfriend. Meredith smiled inwardly, convinced Anthony was about to trade up.

A young man that was hung like that deserved a real woman, not some child. True, her daughter was out of school and working for a veterinarian. But Anthony deserved a mature woman, not some girl still trying to decide what she wanted as a career.

She’d found out about Anthony’s package quite by accident. Her daughter was hosting a pool party and she’d been in the water when she’d bumped into him. She’d reached down accidentally on purpose and had felt what he was packing. From then on she’d gone out of her way to seduce him.

Two days later she’d fucked him in the pool while Hayley was at the vet’s office learning how to tend to injured dachshunds. A couple days after that had found her and Anthony out on an intimate picnic in the woods. Ever since then she hadn’t been able to get enough of him. What’s more, he’d actually confessed his enjoyment at fucking her.

Meredith thought about her daughter. Then she thought about Anthony and that huge cock of his. It really was no contest. Kayley just wasn’t woman enough to handle him like she was.

She was already getting horny imagining his dick inside her later tonight. She couldn’t believe how hung he was. Every time they fucked, he totally filled her.

She wasn’t just taking it up her fuckhole either. Meredith had learned to deep throat his entire length. And she was taking it up her ass as well. It was amazing how intense her orgasms were while he was fucking her shithole.

Meredith heard an angry voice from the next room. It sounded like Hayley was talking to someone on her cell. And she didn’t sound happy.

Had she learned about her and Anthony? Had he finally spilled the beans? Frankly that boy deserved far better than her daughter anyway. And Meredith was determined to make a man out of him.

Hayley suddenly burst into the bathroom. “Mother, is it true?”

“Is what true, honey?”

“Is it true you’ve been sleeping with Anthony?”

“I’m sorry, Haley, but it just happened. Besides, he’s just not the man for you.”

“Mother, you had no right to start dating my boyfriend!”

“Hayley, it was an accident. You can do so much better anyway.”

“Why; because you’re seeing him now?”

“Now honey, don’t be that way.”

Hayley climbed into the bath with her mother. “What way am I not supposed to be, mother? He’s my boyfriend!”

“Not anymore, honey. Look, it’s for the best anyway.”

“You bitch! You stay away from him!”

“Calm down, honey. He’s just not worth it.”

“That’s because you want him, isn’t it…ISN’T IT!”

“Hayley, would you just get out of here and let me take my bath? I have a date later tonight…”

“With Anthony?? You bitch!” Then Hayley angrily pushed down on her mother’s head.

Meredith went down in a flurry of bubbles. Then she came up sputtering. “Damnit, Hayley! Would you stop acting like a child?”

“Mother, I won’t let you date Anthony! I WON’T!”

“Honey, it’s out of your hands. Anthony’s entitled to date anyone he wants. Now get out of here and let me finish my bath.”

“You bitch!”

Hayley pushed down on her mother’s head again. Meredith went under spewing a flurry of bubbles. She thrashed about before she managed to get her head back up out of the water.

She coughed and sputtered for a couple moments. Then she told her daughter, “Honey, it’s time to drop this silly nonsense, ok? Anthony is dating me and that’s all there is too it. You’re young so you’ll find someone new, someone more suited to your personality.”

“You bitch! I hate you!” And once more Haley forced her mother down into the tub.

Hayley was in a murderous rage. She forced her mother underwater and tried to keep her there. Meredith kicked and struggled as she fought to get her head back up.

Hayley was crying and cursing as her mother tried to reach the surface. The daughter pushed down in anger as more bubbles came up. Then her mother started hitching and gurgling as her breath gave out.

Hayley witnessed geysers of bubbles as her mother started swallowing water. But she continued pushing down on her until there was no more movement. Then she rose up and looked down, panting heavily for breath.

Meredith stared upward in a state of lifeless shock, her mouth gaping open. A few stray bubbles leaked out past her parted lips. Then the water began to settle.

“BITCH!” the daughter bellowed as though wanting the last word. She got it; there was no response.

Hayley looked down at the damage she’d done. Then she dragged her mother’s body out of the tub. She pulled her through the house and out back where she rolled her into the deep end of their swimming pool.

Her mom went skinny-dipping all the time. But sometimes she wasn’t as careful as she should be. Besides, accidents happened in the pool all the time.

She went inside to clean up. Then she went out for the night, being as how Anthony wasn’t her boyfriend anymore. A couple hours later he came over to the house when Meredith never showed up for their date. He was the one who found her in the back yard pool and called the police. But when word got out they were dating, he became the prime suspect in a possible homicide investigation.

2019 (written Mar 4 ’19 by riwa)

(Pictures found in my archives and used for illustration purposes. If I learn the company name who produced them, I’ll gladly give them proper credit.)

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A night to remember 2 4.1 (9)

The preliminaries

I was about to leave when Chastity motioned for me to stay. “Stick around, my dear boy,” she told me with an amused little smile. “I think you’re going to enjoy this.” Then she motioned for Monique and the three attendants in the room to stick around as well as their services might be required.

“Someone here is a little overdressed,” Mistress observed with a wry grin as she looked at Carmen. Then she motioned toward the Latina’s submissive. “Sophia, would you be so kind as to do the honors?”

The French woman looked at Chastity and nodded carefully with the faintest hint of a smile. Then she started to undress her Mistress. “Slowly,” Chastity reminded her. “…very slowly, my dear. I’m sure you’ve done this before. Take your time, honey; I wish to observe.” Carmen looked at Mistress in alarm as though this wasn’t something she wanted the co-owner of the Club to witness.

Sophia carefully removed each article of her Mistress’ clothing. Her movements were slow and deliberate. It was obvious she’d done this many times before, especially since Carmen’s breathing became heavy and labored.

As we watched her, I saw her face get red at the knowledge we were all observing. She finally ended up naked. Her cleanly-shaved pussy glistened with arousal as she stood there trembling.

“Very good, my dear,” Mistress observed. I could tell the co-owner of the Club was greatly aroused as well. “Now tell me: what usually happens at this point?”

Carmen gave Sophia a look as if to say, “Don’t you dare utter a word!” But it was a futile gesture.

“Mistress usually makes me lick and suck her tits,” Sophia said quietly, having a hard time looking Carmen in the eye. “Then she forces me to kneel and lick her to orgasm.”

“What a splendid idea!” Chastity gushed. Then she motioned for Carmen to get to work with the words, “Well, bitch? Let’s see you do it for a change!”

The Latina was incredulous. “You want ME to get HER off??”

In response Mistress looked at my wife. She angrily snapped her fingers before pointing at the cabinet in the corner. Monique instantly strode over.

She began rummaging around inside as though knowing exactly what Chastity wanted. Carmen gulped nervously, suspecting she’d just overstepped her bounds. “She’s gonna get it now,” the small attendant standing next to me murmured knowingly. “I’m glad it’s not me.”

Monique came back with two items. The first was a length of rope which she handed to the other two attendants. They quickly crossed Carmen’s arms behind her back where they proceeded to bind them rather roughly over each other hand to elbow. But what made the Latina go pale was when she saw the cat o’ nine tails in my wife’s hand.

The attendants stepped away when they were done, leaving Carmen panting heavily. Chastity held up two fingers in my wife’s direction. A moment later Carmen winced as the tails whizzed through the air, landing twice against her tight ass and causing her to cry out.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Mistress said with a wicked smile as she motioned for the Latina to step forward.

Carmen stepped up to her naked submissive who was standing there quivering with anticipation. She leaned forward and began to kiss and lick Sophia’s erect nipples. “Slowly!” Chastity demanded. “You know how it’s supposed to be done, bitch!”

With barely a perceptible nod at Monique, the Latina got another lash against her ass. It caused her to jerk and cry out. My cock got hard watching Carmen’s humiliation.

She was forced to lovingly lick and suck on Sophia’s tits until she had her submissive squirming around while whimpering softly. I could tell the Latina was embarrassed as hell. But I could also tell by the way her pussy was dripping that she was suffering through an equally shameful arousal at being forced to pleasure her submissive.

“Much better,” Chastity nodded approvingly at Carmen. “It feels quite different when the shoe’s on the other foot; doesn’t it, bitch! Now get on your knees and get her off the way she gets you off. Better do it right, bitch, or your ass is going to be quite sore when I snuff you later.”

Both Carmen and Sophia gasped in alarm. The Latina hesitated too long. Chastity gave my wife a nod, causing the tails to fly again.

Carmen let out a yelp of pain. But it successfully forced her down onto her knees. “Now let’s see how well that tongue of yours works, bitch,” Chastity told her with a cruel laugh.

Carmen appeared to be embarrassed as hell. But she hobbled forward into a kneeling position in front of the French woman. Then she stuck her face into Sophia’s crotch and went to work with her tongue.

It wasn’t long until she had her submissive whimpering and moaning. The French girl writhed from the sexual contact as though she had to pee or something. It was erotic as hell to watch.

Mistress Chastity was clearly aroused at the spectacle. She started taunting her fellow Mistress while making demands. “Lick that slit, bitch! Make her squirm! C’mon, bitch! Deep down I know you’re a fucking whore at heart!”

The proud Latina was reduced to moans and whimpers as she was forced to eat out her submissive. Every now and then Chastity would cruelly nod at Monique. My wife was only too happy to administer another lash with the tails.

Carmen cried out upon contact, whimpering from the blow. But the higher pitched mewling sounds coming from Sophia told me she was bringing the French girl closer to orgasm. “Very nice,” Chastity observed.

Mistress surprised me by grabbing Carmen by the hair, abruptly pulling her away from Sophia’s crotch. “On your knees, slut!” she told the French girl. Then she snapped her fingers again.

One of the attendants quickly moved toward the cabinet in the corner. That’s when Chastity grabbed Sophia, pulling her head back by her hair. She laughed cruelly as she told her, “Surely you didn’t think I was going to let you cum, did you?”

Sophia moaned in agony as the attendant came back with more rope. The French girl quickly had her arms bound behind her back just like her Mistress. Chastity soon had them both kneeling side by side.

“Over here, my dear boy,” she motioned, waving me to join her. “I can tell from here that you need a release right about now. As you know, I’m a strong opponent of leaving a man with blue balls. So let’s put the slut and the whore to good use, shall we?”

“You WOULDN’T!” Carmen gasped in horror. “We’ve never taken cock before!”

“Is that so?” Chastity asked, her eyebrows rising with amusement. “Then tonight should indeed be a night to remember for the both of you… not that you’ll live long enough to share your memories with anyone.” Both of them looked up at her in horror.

“I’m nothing if not merciful,” Chastity said sympathetically at the two of them. “We’ll be gentle on you both to start. Now come on over here, my dear boy,” she said as she motioned at me. “Don’t be shy.”

I walked over, wondering what she had in mind. Chastity chuckled at them as she made a show of unzipping my fly. Then she pulled my pants down, revealing my hard, throbbing member to the two kneeling women.

“I think I’ll allow you both to work on your first cock together,” Mistress said with a cruel smile. “Better do a good job, bitches. Failure could turn out to be quite… painful.”

With a nod at my wife, the tails flew once and then once again. Each kneeling woman was given a swat on their behind. Carmen and Sophia whimpered as they quickly went to work.

They started out by licking my cock and balls. Then they combined to run their mouths up and down on either side of my shaft. Chastity watched eagerly, but her cruel streak had been brought to the fore.

She kept giving furtive nods to Monique. My wife was only too happy to administer the lash. Both women yipped as the blows struck tender flesh, encouraging them to redouble their efforts.

Sophia was first to take my cock into her mouth. She gulped it down, bobbing her head up and down on it as Carmen licked and sucked on my balls. “Deeper, slut!” Chastity laughed, cruelly pushing down on her head and forcing the French woman to gag on my dick. “Put some effort into it, honey, or I’ll make you choke on it.”

I could tell Mistress was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her eyes had that familiar look of sadistic lust. Her breathing was heavy and labored.

My wife appeared to be equally excited. She smiled at me as though acknowledging the pleasure I was receiving. But she seemed to be getting pleasure of her own by swinging the tails whenever Chastity nodded at her.

“That’s enough!” Mistress declared, pulling Sophia off my cock. “Let’s see how the whore sucks now.”

She grabbed Carmen by a handful of hair. Then she impaled her mouth with my dick. “Suck it, bitch!” she demanded, enjoying forcing the woman to take my cock deep down her throat.

The Latina gagged a little. But I was surprised at how easily she took my cock without choking too much. If she hadn’t taken a cock before, she must certainly have had some experience with a dildo or some other rubber toy.

Chastity wickedly forced her head down. My throbbing member was buried in her mouth up to my balls. Amazingly she took it with a minimum amount of gagging.

“That’s a good whore,” Mistress chuckled at her. “You seem to like it, bitch. It’s a pity you haven’t taken more cock until now. Perhaps I can rectify that omission in your training before the night is over. I’m sure I can find a few gentlemen in our casino who’d love to give you some cock training in all three of those slutty holes of yours.”

“You too, honey,” she giggled at Sophia, grabbing her by a handful of hair and shaking her head. Both women whimpered in alarm. Their pleasant evening in the Club had taken an ominous turn for the worse.

Back and forth they went, taking turns sucking my dick. Mistress took great delight in taunting them. She enjoyed shoving their heads down hard onto my cock until their lips were brushing against my balls.

Both of them grunted and gurgled whenever they had a mouthful of cock. I stayed erect the entire time. My wife’s occasional application of the tails motivated them to continue doing a good job.

Carmen seemed the more humiliated of the two. I figured it was because she’d lost control of her role as Mistress. Her nipples were hard, protruding out of her proud breasts. I think she was more aroused than she wanted to let on.

Sophia, on the other hand, slipped into her role much more smoothly. Perhaps it was because she was already used to being a submissive. She seemed to take to my cock with enthusiasm.

I think she wanted me to feel pleasure. But that might not have been the full story. Perhaps it was Monique’s swinging of the tails that helped keep her fully motivated.

It wasn’t much longer until I felt it swell within me. I gasped as I started to stiffen. Mistress was watching like a hawk.

She grabbed both heads by a handful of hair. She pulled them back a little before mashing them side by side within easy reach. “Cover their slut faces, my dear boy,” she urged me. “They’re nothing more than a couple of whores to me now, to serve at my pleasure before I snuff them both.”

Both women stiffened at her words. Would they ever get used to her threats and taunts? A moment later I let fly with a spurt that splattered Carmen’s face.

“Coat ‘em both, my dear boy,” Chastity urged me. “Don’t hold back.”

I splattered Sophia next. Then I went back and forth between them. Mistress shoved both heads forward so that my cock was rubbing back and forth over each one’s face.

“Cover those faces, honey,” she told me gleefully. “They’re nothing but a couple of whores now.”

Carmen was more embarrassed about it than her French submissive. Naturally I made sure she got the brunt of my seed. She was red-faced and indignant. But her erect nipples betrayed her arousal.

Sophia, on the other hand, was a bit more accepting. It didn’t seem to bother her I’d used her for my sexual pleasure. On the contrary, she acted excited over the way I’d used her.

Mistress pulled both heads back to admire my handiwork. “That’s much better,” she observed, inspecting their faces. “Now you two look like a couple of whores.”

Chastity noticed the two attendants standing nearby. Nadia and Felicity had been working at the Club for well over a year. Each had earned her place at these special events. They often served whenever a female needed a little extra security or when a corpse needed to be taken down from the Entertainment stage.

Nadia was a 5’6” blonde haired, blue eyed 29 year old from the Czech Republic, sporting a pair of 34DD’s. Standing next to her was 27 year old Felicity from the Ukraine. At 5’5” she sported the same 34DD chest as her friend, although she had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes.

Both were lesbians who had come to the Club together. They had served as attendants and had survived to move up in the ranks. That was probably because they were willing to take cocks and lick pussies along the way.

“Come, my pretties,” Mistress motioned for them, indicating they should step in front of the kneeling Carmen and Sophia. “You two have done well tonight. I think you both have earned a little compensation for your services.”

Carmen’s eyes opened wide in dismay. She was beginning to understand the depths of what her humiliation was destined to be. Sophia briefly glanced over at her former mistress with the faintest hint of a smile, but said nothing.

The two attendants smiled at each other. I could tell they were looking forward to their reward. Both of them reached down, lifted up their skirts and then parted their lacy black lingerie.

“LICK!” Mistress ordered her kneeling captives.

With a nod, each one received a lash from Monique’s whip as added incentive. Both women whimpered as they mashed their faces into the crotch in front of them. They began to lick rather aggressively, perhaps to avoid another blow from the cat o’ nine tails.

“You may enjoy yourselves, my pretties,” Chastity told her helpers. Almost as one, Nadia and Felicity grabbed the heads in front of them. Then they jammed them into their crotches hard, humping both faces as they moaned with pleasure.

“Get ‘em off, bitches!” Mistress ordered the two cunt-lickers. “And while we’re at it, allow me to add a little incentive. The first whore to get her girl off gets to avoid a pussy-whipping!”

Carmen and Sophia grunted in alarm before mashing themselves even harder into the crotch in front of them. Both of them groaned and slurped like crazy. It wasn’t long before Nadia and Felicity began writhing and moaning from what surely must have been an enthusiastic, if not forced, response.

It was arousing as hell to watch. Despite the fact I’d cum once already, my cock was stirring again. But the slender 5’ attendant standing next to me with reddish brown hair and a 34A chest gulped nervously as she fidgeted a little.

Sierra preferred males over females. She had not really gotten used to female/female encounters, despite Chastity’s best efforts to break her. I could see the crimson rising in her face, anticipating she might be next.

Nadia popped off first, vigorously humping Sophia’s face as she tipped her head back and gasped with pleasure. I saw the faint flush around her lower neck as she orgasmed. I could tell it was a good one.

It took Felicity another 30 seconds or so before she popped off. It looked like her orgasm was equally impressive. But when Carmen finally pulled away, her face dripping with cum, she saw Chastity eyeing her disapprovingly.

“Oh that will NEVER do,” Mistress observed, sadly shaking her head. “Now stand up, bitch!”

Carmen shakily got to her feet. She appeared pale and nervous as Chastity addressed the two pleasured attendants. “Please bring Sarah back to me. It’s time to get our whored-out ladies ready to be snuffed. I’m sure she’s taken enough cocks by now.”

Both of them nodded obediently. Then they left the room.

Mistress turned toward the attendant standing next to me. “Come on over, little one,” she smiled pleasantly, waving her over. “You’ve been a good girl too. Now it’s time for your reward. C’mon now; don’t be shy.”

Sierra reluctantly walked over to Chastity. She knew it wasn’t wise to refuse her. “Now stand right here, honey,” she motioned right in front of a kneeling Sophia.

“Don’t worry, honey; this one won’t bite… much. She might nip a little. But that’s to be expected.”

Chastity smiled with amusement. The French girl simply waited patiently for the nervous young woman from the Midwest to step forward. As a submissive, she was used to all this.

“As for you…” Mistress said to Carmen. “Spread ‘em, bitch!” That’s when Chastity motioned at the Latina’s legs.

Carmen inhaled anxiously, her body trembling. But she did as she was told. “Now pay attention to your submissive, whore!” Chastity told her. “You might learn something.” Then she turned toward Sophia and told her, “Go ahead, slut. Pleasure the woman.”

Sierra nervously lifted up her skirt before pulling her lacy panties aside. Sophia moved forward and gently nuzzled her head in between the young woman’s legs. That’s when I saw Monique swing the tails up between Carmen’s spread legs. Sierra’s whimper was drowned out by Carmen’s yelp of pain.

“Keep ‘em spread, bitch!” Mistress told her ruthlessly. “Keep ‘em spread and pay attention! At least your submissive knows how to eat pussy!”

For the next several minutes Sierra whimpered and mewled as Sophia gently licked her out. Her face was red with embarrassment. But the French girl seemed to understand her assignment.

She was actually giving her a very loving, seductive licking. It reminded me of a cat lapping milk out of a saucer. In no time at all, the poor attendant was writhing and moaning, struggling not to clench her thighs together.

Carmen was forced to stand with her legs spread. It allowed Monique to give her crotch the whip every few seconds. The Latina yelped and groaned as she was forced to watch.

It was amazing how wet her cunt became. The whip made a bit of a squishing sound as it hit. The sounds in the room were a mixture of groans, pain and pleasure, more than enough to harden me right back up.

“It’s ok, honey,” Mistress gently soothed the trembling attendant. “I know it’s hard for you. But that’s ok. Cum anytime you want, baby; it’s supposed to feel good. But don’t worry if it takes a few extra minutes. This whore over here needs a good pussy-whipping.” She chuckled as she pointed at a whimpering Carmen.

About that time Nadia and Felicity returned. Sarah was being supported between them. The 30-something brunette appeared to have had a rough go of it.

She looked rather bedraggled. Cum matted her hair as it covered parts of her face. It also hung from her tits, and it dripped from her pussy and ass.

As the three came forward to watch Sophia finish up, I saw Sierra stiffen. Her eyes widened at the additional sets of eyes watching her being pleasured. I don’t know whether or not it further embarrassed her. At any rate, she suddenly popped off.

Carmen’s pussy whipping stopped as little Sierra suddenly let out a clipped cry. Her body started to spasm. It appeared as though she couldn’t help humping the face of her cunt-licker.

There was a flush of fluid as Sophia’s face got drenched. The thing that probably embarrassed the attendant more than anything else was the fact she was a squirter. And that seemed to occur whenever her pussy was being licked.

Sierra’s face went beet red, especially since Nadia and Felicity were watching her like a couple of hungry vultures. “There now,” Chastity cooed at her. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Mistress lovingly and sympathetically caressed her face.

The little thing whimpered, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to get her breath back. Chastity had mercy on her by thanking her before telling her she could go and resume her duties. That allowed the petite young woman from the Midwest to bolt for the door and disappear.

Mistress chuckled as she watched her go. Then she turned to look at Sarah. She shook her head in dismay.

“Oh THAT will never do,” she sighed heavily. “We need to get you all cleaned up, honey.” Then she turned to Carmen and Sophia.

“I want you bitches to lick all that cum off her body. I want her looking nice for her Entertainment stage debut. You two can start with her cunt and ass. Now get to work.”

Sophia moved closer. Carman balked. Mistress barked, “NOW, DAMN YOU!”

Carmen fell to her knees, struggling to keep her balance with her arms crossed and bound behind her back like her submissive. Together the two of them knelt around Sarah. Then they started licking her thighs and up into her crotch, collecting every splatter of cream.

“Don’t forget her ass, bitch!” Chastity reminded the Latina. Nadia and Felicity had to help Sarah remain on her feet as Carmen worked herself behind the naked woman and began tonguing her anus.

As the two bound women licked her naked flesh, Sarah began to moan and writhe. Of the four females lost during the poker game, she had been the most defiant. But she was in no position to be defiant now. With Sophia licking out her cum-soaked twat, she was too busy trying to keep her feet underneath her as she softly whimpered.

“Better lay her down, my pretties,” Chastity observed. “I’m not sure she’ll be able to stand much longer.”

Nadia and Felicity helped Sarah lie down on the carpeted floor. It allowed Carmen and Sophia easier access to her cum-splattered body. Sophia appeared to be throwing herself into it, while Carmen licked a little less enthusiastically.

As the brunette continued to moan and tremble at the sensual assault, the two attendants were sent out to fetch another of the whored-out losers. The college freshmen Becky was retrieved. Carmen and Sophia were forced to clean her cum-covered body with their tongues as well.

Ginger was brought in several minutes later. Then Heather was rounded up as well. Carmen and Sophia were forced to clean them all with their tongues before it was all over.

When they were finished, the four whored-out women were allowed to sit and compose themselves. Carmen and Sophia were granted a breather. Sarah seemed the most indignant at her treatment, while Heather seemed to glow with some sort of sexual satisfaction.

Ginger and Becky were understandably nervous. They seemed unsure what was going to happen to them next. It didn’t help matters the way Monique stood nearby with the whip in her hand.

“Well, ladies,” Chastity said as she clapped her hands together, excitement in her voice. “Now that you’ve all been whored out, I think it’s time we pay a visit to the Entertainment stage, don’t you?” Her eyes gleamed hungrily; she was clearly looking forward to this.

“You’re not really planning on KILLING us, are you?” Ginger gasped in alarm. “But I thought… I thought that was all just talk!”

“Oh no, my dear,” Chastity told her with the smile of a crocodile. “Your man lost you in a game of poker. You’re mine to do with as I see fit. And I fully intend to snuff you. Afterwards, I might take a couple of your bodies down and put them on display so the folks can see them for months to come. But don’t worry, honey. I plan on feasting on your roasted flesh once you’re gone.”

Ginger was horrified. “You can’t eat me, can you?? I won a contest! I thought… I thought this place was… you can’t DO this to me!”

“Afraid I can, my dear,” Chastity replied sympathetically.

Sarah abruptly stood up. “Oh, HELL no!” she blurted out. “I’m not staying here to be killed!”

The two attendants instantly rushed over to her, anticipating trouble. Chastity just smiled at her while shaking her head. “I’m afraid you don’t have any choice in the matter, honey.”

Nadia and Felicity instinctively took up positions on either side of her. When she started to make a move, they grabbed her arms. That’s when she started to put up a struggle.

“HEY; GET OFF ME! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! LET ME GO!”

“Now that wasn’t very smart,” Chastity observed, shaking her head.

“YOU LET ME GO! I’M CALLING MY HUSBAND! YOU CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME!”

Sarah struggled in their grasp. But Nadia and Felicity had a good grip on her. They weren’t about to let go as they weren’t interested in dying in her place.

Chastity shook her head again. “I don’t think you understand. Your husband lost you fair and square in a game of poker. You’re not calling anyone. Besides, it wouldn’t do any good.”

“I’M ALLOWED TO MAKE A FUCKING PHONE CALL! GIVE ME MY DAMNED PHONE CALL!”

“This isn’t prison, bitch!” Chastity said coldly, her anger starting to bleed through. “You don’t have any rights here. I told you you’re not allowed to make any calls.”

“WHAT ABOUT MY HUSBAND? YOU CAN’T DO THIS WITHOUT MY HUSBAND’S CONSENT!”

“Don’t worry,” Chastity responded, her eyes narrowing. “We’ll send your husband a recording of your execution so he can enjoy it for many years to come. Besides, I don’t think he’s going to mind if I snuff his cheating wife.”

“YOU BITCH! I’M SUING EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKING – HEY! WILL YOU TWO BITCHES LET GO OF ME??” But the two attendants held on tightly to their squirming charge.

“Shut her up!” Mistress demanded angrily. “I’ve had enough of her bluster!”

“LET ME GO – LET ME GO!”

With a snap of Chastity’s fingers, my wife was sent rushing to the cabinet in the corner. She returned with a large pecker-gag. But she had to work to force it into Sarah’s mouth.

The indignant brunette furiously shook her head back and forth. But it was no use. It wasn’t long until Sarah was grunting angrily, the gag in her mouth effectively preventing her from communicating intelligibly.

As though anticipating the request, Monique returned to the cabinet once again. This time she retrieved several lengths of rope. At the same time Nadia and Felicity manhandled a struggling Sarah over to an empty section of the room where they tied her wrists to a couple lengths of rope.

There were eyebolts up in the ceiling that the ropes were successfully threaded through. Sarah was left with her arms stretched upward and outward. Eyebolts embedded in the floor were folded upward and used to thread more rope through until Sarah’s ankles were also secured, leaving the brunette spread-eagled and grunting indignantly.

Every eye was on her, especially the whored-out girls who were watching in horror. Carmen and Sophia watched quietly, believing their fate would be just as bad should they put up a fuss. My cock was hard again as I watched the proceedings, knowing full well what Sarah was about to receive.

Chastity calmly walked over to Monique and took the cat o’ nine tails from her. Then she walked back and draped the thing all over Sarah’s chest and tits, allowing her to feel the little lengths of soft leather. “Do I have your attention now?” she cooed softly at her.

Sarah’s eyes went wide in horror. She nodded submissively, grunting in alarm. “Sometimes a woman needs a little pain to bring her around to my way of thinking,” Chastity murmured at her.

Mistress continued to run the whip’s tails all over the woman’s naked, trembling flesh. Then she casually walked behind her. “Are you coming around to my way of thinking, baby?” she asked with a hint of amusement.

The flogger suddenly came up hard between Sarah’s legs, making full contact with her pussy and clit. She screamed into her pecker-gag as she winced in pain. The whip swung again, coming in contact with her well-rounded ass.

There was another muffled scream. Then Mistress came around in front of her. This time she allowed the tails to brush her naked, quivering breasts.

“I’m putting you in the chair, baby, and I’m filling your holes.” Then Mistress swung the tails up into her crotch. Sarah let out another muffled scream as her body jerked.

The poor thing whimpered and moaned. No one said a word. All eyes were on Chastity and her spread-eagled captive.

“I’m putting a big one right in here,” Chastity explained, thrusting fingers hard into Sarah’s cunt. The brunette winced and moaned. Right away I could tell how wet she was from her fear and arousal.

Mistress casually walked behind her. “I’m also shoving a big one right up HERE!” She emphasized her words by thrusting her fingers hard into Sarah’s anus.

The bound woman screamed into her gag, her body stiffening again. I could see little beads of sweat forming all over the foolish woman’s skin. Chastity always did like to break the defiant ones before enjoying snuffing them.

“Wanna feel ‘em, bitch?” Mistress cooed softly at her. “Would you like a taste?” Then she snapped her fingers again.

Nadia and Felicity immediately scooted over to the cabinet. Together they rummaged around inside. I had a good idea what they were searching for.

“I intend to fry you in the chair, baby,” Chastity purred at Sarah. “I intend to hook you up and watch you take the juice. I was going to be somewhat merciful about it. But I see you want more. Ok, baby; you’ve talked me into it.”

Sarah sniffled as she anxiously shook her head. She moaned helplessly, her eyes wide as a tear streamed down her cheek. But it was too late. She’d unleased the sadistic side of the Club’s co-owner.

“You’re going to be up onstage the whole time,” Mistress purred at her, running a hand over her breasts. “You’re going to be hooked up and in constant agony while I deal with these other pretties here. The last one to die gets to watch the other three die before her.”

Sarah moaned weakly as she shook her head. I think she was finally starting to understand just how screwed she really was. Then with a wave, Chastity invited Nadia and Felicity over.

Both were wearing strap-ons. But they were somewhat different from what I was used to seeing. There was a lot of black rubber protecting the two women. But the phalluses themselves looked to be made of a metallic substance.

“Ladies?” Chastity motioned, stepping out of the way as the two moved in front of and behind a whimpering, trembling Sarah. Then she chuckled at the poor woman. “This should give you a good taste, baby.”

The brunette cried out as Nadia thrust the metallic cock inside her cunt. Then she cried out again as Felicity pushed hers into her anus from behind. Almost immediately she began shaking her head, begging them to call it off.

“Those two metal cocks are electrified, baby,” Mistress purred into her ear, loud enough for the rest of us to hear. “Naturally there’s not a lot of juice inside them. But there’s just enough to give you a nice jolt, especially when those two cocks are barely separated by the membrane inside you. Imagine how much better that’s going to feel when you’re hooked into the chair and you get 100 times worse.”

All of the sudden Sarah let out a muffled cry of pain. “Fuck the bitch!” Chastity told her attendants. Then she walked away as Nadia and Felicity started thrusting hard into her holes.

Sarah started crying out into her pecker-gag, her body writhing. The two attendants looked like they were enjoying themselves. Chastity chose to ignore the erotic torture as she came over to the rest of the whored-out women.

“Am I going to have a problem with any of you other bitches?” She looked at each one and then at Carmen and Sophia as though torturing someone else would be no big deal. Sarah’s muffled screams helped drive the point home as no one said a word.

“Good,” Mistress Chastity said with a smile. “After the preliminaries are over in here, we’ll be visiting the Entertainment stage for some fine snuff entertainment. Are there any questions?”

2010; 2019 (written Feb 27 ’10; ed. Nov 7 ‘19 by riwa)

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Unpaid ransom 3.6 (14)

They walked down the beach arm in arm after having made love in the sand an hour ago. But her mind was not on her lover. It was on revenge.

His thoughts were more troubled. There had been no response to the note that had been sent. He was sure it had been properly delivered.

He finally voiced his reservations to her. “Desi, the ransom has not been paid. There has been no request where to send the money.”

“Kabir will pay for my return,” she reassured him. “I am his wife and the mother of his children. He loves me.”

For the first time since he’d met her he doubted her words. “Are you certain, Desi? Vijay has been waiting by the phone. He has received no call.”

“You must be patient!” she snapped. “He will pay!”

“But it has been three days!”

“He loves me!”

“Are you sure?”

“You doubt my words?” Then she eyed him coldly. “Do not lose heart, Arnav. We have planned this well. The cameras picked up my abduction in front of the cash machine. You sent the ransom note. You will get your money once he has paid.”

“And afterwards?” She did not respond, which disturbed him.

He looked at her as though trying to discern her true intent. “You have planned this well, Desi.”

“I know what I am doing, Arnav. I know my husband.”

“Does he know you are cheating on him?”

“He does not know. I have hidden my tracks well.”

“You are a devious woman, Desi.”

She eyed him with a cold hearted look that unnerved him. “I have planned this for months. It will work, Arnav.”

They paused to see Vijay on the rise near the safe house. “At last; we finally have word,” she told him. “Now we will have the money we have worked so hard to obtain. This will teach him not to cheat on me.”

“Just as you are cheating on him, Desi?”

“Just go, Arnav!” she snapped again, pointing at Vijay. “Find out where that bastard will be delivering my money!”

He nodded as he walked up the beach toward Vijay. But once more he was experiencing doubts. Things were not going well.

What happened if the ransom was not paid? What if she had misjudged her adulterous husband? Was this was his response in dealing with an adulterous wife?

She’d told him how much she wanted to pay her husband back for banging the girls at his office. But Arnav was well aware of her own infidelities. After all, hadn’t he made love to her on many occasions? What if her husband knew as well?

She promised him half of the proceeds of the ransom. But what if it was never paid? What would he do then?

Would she turn on him? Would she go to the cops? Now he was not so sure of the woman he’d been sticking his dick inside these many months.

He walked up to Vijay. “Well?”

“No response, Arnav,” his accomplice replied anxiously. “Not a single call. And there is nothing in the papers either.”

“No report? Nothing to indicate she has been kidnapped? No call from him anxious to get his wife back?”

“There is nothing, Arnav.”

The accomplice paused as he panted anxiously. Then he asked, “What will we do, Arnav? What if she turns on us?”

“I have considered that possibility,” Arnav mused thoughtfully. Then he told him, “Go and fetch it for me.” Vijay nodded as he rushed back to the safe house.

Arnav turned and waved at Desi. But she was walking along the beach with her back to him and did not see him. Was she planning her way out of this should their proposition fail? Was she planning to turn him in? Could he take the risk?

Vijay returned and handed it over to him. Arnav carefully slipped it into his trousers, careful not to cut himself. Then he nodded at Vijay, telling him, “Wait here.”

He turned and headed off down the beach toward his lover. Desi’s back was to him, appearing deep in thought. Could he trust a woman who willingly broke her vows to her husband? How easy would it be for her to turn on him and Vijay?

As he approached he carefully took the machete out of his pants. Then he hefted it as he drew closer. He called out, “Desi, there is no word!”

She stopped and stiffened, her back still to him. He hear her say, “Then we will have to make other arrangements, Arnav. Perhaps… perhaps our time together is coming to an end.”

It was the last piece of the puzzle he needed. She turned toward him as he hefted the machete. Her eyes flew open in surprise as her arms came up in a defensive posture.

The machete swung, slicing right through flesh and bone. Her head slid off her stump and fell onto the sand. Blood spurted out of her severed neck.

Her arms came up as though to investigate what had just happened. Then she collapsed backward onto the sand, her legs in the water. Her body jerked and spasmed as her heart continued to pump her life’s blood out of her severed neck.

Her head landed face up as she stared up at a clear blue sky. There was a look of surprise on her face. Her lips moved as though she was attempting speech.

Her eyelids fluttered as her body continued to jerk and hitch in its death throes. Then the life flickered out of her pupils. She stared upwards with unseeing eyes as her dreams of revenge died with her.

2019 (written for Thor Apr 23 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Thor’s manips)

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Patreon and Final Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming October rewards

Teri 5.0 ch 3, another peril in the holodeck setting.
The aqua-slut offers a special service at the Aqua club.
A follow-up to Synchro Tryout, illustrated by JustPaul.
Taylor’s followers, inspired by the cult of celebrity or the immaturity of youth?
3 in the pool part 6 continues Melissa’s come-uppance leading up to the CSI investigation after the event.
Girl’s night out gets to the main event, the mass hangings.
Shelly in Cancun 6 involves our protagonist diving on the wreck with Andria and their two new friends.
The Bogs of Dartmoor, not a place to hang out by oneself when ghosts are about.
She’s mom’s favorite, which does not bode well for her when her sisters take action.

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

By now you may have heard the UWF Download Store is closing. That means all the little satellite stores inside will be affected and will be closing their “doors”. Some have products at clips4sale, but some will simply close. This will have the effect of closing my store Riwas Reads effective the end of September. I’ve been scrambling to upload older bundles to make them available to you. Downloads you have purchased will still be accessible for one more month. But no more payments will be processed starting October 1. And since the store is located overseas, you may want to make those final purchases before 4 PM West Coast time.

I am appreciative to have had this opportunity to supplement my income through the store while providing you with additional reading material. Thus, I have marked down as many stories/bundles as possible as my way of saying thank you to all those who have made purchases. I still have a few old bundles I’m considering putting up in case you missed something or want something. I will leave up my posts in the library concerning old bundles for now in case you are interested in picking up an old bundle. Perhaps we can make another arrangement to conduct the transaction after October. Meanwhile, take this opportunity to visit the other stores if you are interested.

Thank you so very much for being my patrons. I hope you enjoy the fall season and the colors of the changing leaves. It’s getting pretty around here.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Recent uploads (Note: Final upload bundle alerts may not be posted, so check back daily. Sorry about the lack of direct links this time. There were just too many to provide. Recent uploads can be found toward the top of the Main Downloads Page.)

JQpublic’s Bundle 1 (reactivated 9-19-20)

12081 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of reposted stories written for JQpublic. My thanks to JustPaul for the illustrations.

Wrong Place for a Swim – Cristina has this strange bucket list of pulling crazy stunts. This time she is taking a tour of an aquarium with her mother and sister when she spies an empty tank and decides to go for a little swim. (13 pages; 10renders)

Shower Nightmare – Kaitlin awakens from a bad dream and decides to masturbate in the shower to release a little tension before she goes back to bed. But what will happen when her lover Elizabeth joins her for some hot and heavy action. Will her nightmare come true? (10 pages)

Pool inebriation – Heather decides to leave her boring and stressful home life behind for a night out. At a bar she meets a man who tells her he has a backyard pool. In her tipsy condition she goes home with him, vowing to show him everything she can do underwater that she used to do for an old boyfriend. (8 pages)

Alien Abduction (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-19-20)

22446 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another reposted 4 chapters of the My Visit to the Club saga. Included is a brand new story inspired by a render from JustPaul.

Alien Abduction – Kizzy and Vivian are sisters who enjoy scuba diving. One afternoon they embark on a little outing, only to come across a strange craft lying on the bottom of the ocean in about 60 feet of water. But when they dive down to investigate, they get much more than either of them bargained for. (9 pages)

My visit to the Club 25-28 – Alison helps me lure my original date Evelyn to the Entertainment stage. Evelyn thinks it’s a fucking game with her head in the guillotine. But she learns too late we have set her up to lose her head.

We go back to the room where the twins are waiting. We give Alyssa a little taste of the noose while she is fucked. Then we bring her out to the Entertainment stage where she sees Evelyn’s body right where we asked it to remain.

Alison wants to fry her so she gets the electric chair. Afterwards, Sean makes a proposition with me that involves Alison. Then it is time to go retrieve the other twin for her turn on the Entertainment stage. (33 pages)

Emma bundle 1 (plus Club story) (reactivated 9-19-20)

13974 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard. I’m reposting two older Emma stories. Included is my latest work on the Teen Obsession series taking place at the Club. My thanks to JustPaul for the poser illustration.

Steamer-trunk Emma – Emma gets caught trying on her female employer’s old wetsuit at a house she cleans weekly. So the Merry Widow (as she refers to her) decides to get rid of the wetsuit, the steamer trunk it was originally in, and one nosy cleaning lady all in one fell swoop. (10 pages)

Two-for-one – Vanessa tries to help another woman get incriminating information about a guy she is living with. But when the other woman is captured, she fears her role in the matter might be discovered, so she does nothing to help poor Emma. What Nessa doesn’t know is that Jim already suspects her involvement and is prepared to take care of two birds with one boat trip out on the lake. (7 pages)

Teen Obsession 10 – It’s time for Lauren’s mother to put on her special “dance” for the football team. But what will happen to Lauren when it is all over? Will she get to “dance” as well? Or will Harris keep his promise to her mother? (7 pages)

A pleasant little diversion (plus Club story) (reactivated 9-19-20)

19037 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposting of an older story written for JustPaul using a few of his illustrations. Included is a new chapter to the Teen Obsession Club series.

A pleasant little diversion – As Mark dives on a wreck for the police department, his girlfriend Britney gets the idea to swim down and get his attention for a little underwater hanky-panky. She takes some ankle shackles for a little extra bondage play, but forgets the keys back on the boat. Mark has to go back to fetch them while leaving Britney with a regulator in her mouth attached to a precariously balanced scuba tank. (25 pages; 6 renders)

Teen Obsession 9 – Lauren and her mother entertain all the seniors of the high school football team. But Lauren’s mom leads them into a private room for some erotic play that might very well include some erotic risks for her daughter. (7 pages)

Aztec Queen III (plus Club Story) (reactivated 9-20-20)

10156 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the reposted continuation of the Aztec Queen saga plus the dramatic conclusion to the Club story “Teen Obsession”. Cover illustration by JustPaul.

Aztec Queen III – After the assassination attempt in the river, the queen becomes suspicious of everyone around her including her handmaiden. They soon end up having it out in the bathing pool. Is her handmaiden part of a conspiracy? Is Queen Quetzal about to meet her downfall? Or is Atl about to fall prey to the queen’s paranoia? (9 pages)

Teen Obsession 11 – The conclusion to this Club saga finds Lauren’s father having just joined her in the same room in which her mother recently finished “dancing” her final performance for the football players. Sadness at her mother’s passing quickly gives way to fantasies of putting on her own private show for her father. Will he resist her desires? Or will he grant his daughter’s greatest fantasy? (9 pages)

Aztec Queen IV (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-20-20)

12808 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted new chapter to the Aztec Queen saga plus two more chapters to the Kane’s Vendetta story.

The Aztec Queen IV – Once again the queen is attacked by a warrior in her bathing chamber. Afterwards it’s back in the river to relieve her sexual tension. But will a maiden suffer for her perverse sexual pleasures? And will Atl’s displeasure in the loss of the maiden result in her taking it out on her queen back in the bathing pool? Three underwater scenes for your reading pleasure. (12 pages)

Kane’s Vendetta 4&5 – Back at the radio station that serves as a front, Edy has yet to learn of the seriousness of the attacks on the agency. More agents are attacked as bullets fly, and a dear friend is endangered by the wicked use of a noose. Donna is finally contacted, a key figure in all of this. But will she be able to fly back to Hawaii in time to help her friends? Two chapters are included to double your reading enjoyment. (12 pages)

Aztec Queen V (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-20-20)

15941 words – $4.40

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two reposted chapters in a continuation of a couple of exciting new series. My thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Aztec Queen V – Yaotl is determined to do whatever is necessary to get close to the Queen regardless of the possible cost to his life. Meanwhile Atl is punished out in the river using the object of pleasure. The Healer encounters a new maiden in the river after dark who shows him some of her “skills” in the water, giving us our first introduction to Citlalli. Then it is time for the execution of the plotters to the palace coup in the freshly completed outdoor pool. Afterwards the Queen gets to enjoy a private execution in her recently renovated bathing pool. (15 pages)

Sorority night at the Club 2 – Paris arranges a sex party at the fraternity the night before. Then it is off to the Club where Andy from the fraternity gets things started with a beheading by axe up onstage. From there Paris meets with her high school physics professor to teach his wife a lesson in one of the private rooms with an electric chair. (15 pages)

Big Bundle (reactivated 9-20-20)

19017 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted quartet of stories. Marked down to $1 per story.

Escape Artist-Nightmare – Stacy is an aspiring escape artist spending time practicing in her pool. But what happens when her practices invade her dreams? (6 pages)

Boobie Trap-Heather – Heather is sent to retrieve some important documents for her boss, only to discover he keeps them in a chest at the bottom of a pool for safe-keeping. It’s a difficult task made more challenging when the cover won’t open all the way. Heather’s job is on the line, and she must make the swim down to the bottom of the pool to open the chest and retrieve the documents. (6 pages)

Ladyk*ller – Stacy and Robin discover a submerged houseboat with an interesting name during a party with friends on Lake Havasu. Stacy gets snagged by some fishing line while taking underwater pictures for her Facebook page. Will the houseboat’s name become prophetic? (10 pages)

New Year’s Eve Sexual Ball (1) – A couple with relationship issues decide to attend a very unique ball being held on New Year’s Eve. It promises to be a crazy sexual evening, something the boyfriend hopes will allow his girlfriend to get her wild ways out of her system. But the boyfriend is about to discover there is more to this ball than meets the eye. (11 pages)

Bloodlust (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-20-20)

25244 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of reposted stories where the males don’t fare so well.

Bloodlust – Melissa picks up Mica along the side of the road, supposedly saving her from a life with a bad boyfriend. They go to a pool where they begin to get frisky with each other. But over in the corner a horny young man is watching while jacking off. They can’t just let that pass, although he certainly has a nice looking cock. So the ladies decide to have a little fun with him. But the ending isn’t so pretty when Mica discovers the true character of the woman who offered her the ride. (37 pages in 5 parts)

Drowning the diver – The story of a wetsuited male diver captured and sexually mistreated before his demise in the pool. (6 pages)

Big Bundle 2 (reactivated 9-21-20)

12512 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted quartet of stories reduced to $1 per story.

Catfight Interrupted – Brandi comes back home after a few days with another lover and discovers the locks have all been changed. She also discovers her husband has taken on a new lover during her absence. A confrontation ensues in the backyard and moves into the pool. The husband comes home and decides to trap both wife and lover under the cover as a way to get rid of two problems in one shot. (7 pages)

Gully washer – Two sisters are on their way to the Wyoming territory when their stagecoach is stopped at a river crossing due to high water. An impatient passenger, a snobby merchant anxious to get her products back to Cheyenne, urges the driver to cross despite his reluctance.  He takes the team across only for it to get stuck in the bottom in ever-rising water. The passengers are urged to bail out, but Meredith’s sister Sara is hung up inside. Meredith fights to save her sister as the coach begins to slide downstream. (7 pages)

This one is personal – The story of what happens when a woman is hit by a teen who is texting while driving and uses her job as scuba assassin to get her revenge. (5 pages)

Searching for her ring – Miley goes for a swim in the lake out back where she loses a precious piece of jewelry. She retrieves a scuba tank and goes searching for it, only to get her foot wedged in some rocks as her tank runs low on air. Will she get free? Or will her carelessness cost her dearly? (5 pages)

Island 31-34 (9-21-20)

17039 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the next 4 island chapters reduced to $1 per story as my way of saying thank you.

Ch 31 – Rose is unlucky enough to have her name drawn for the lottery. She has already expressed her last request to Annette should her name be drawn. The whole process takes on an air of dominant and submissive. (9 pages)

Ch 32 – The staff and inmates go on a cruise to celebrate life after the lottery. Another elimination contest is planned, causing the inmates to spend their time breath-holding. Karla is punished by being confined to her cabin. (12 pages)

Ch 33 – There is more sexually erotic breath-hold practicing. (7 pages)

Ch 34 – The elimination contest is scheduled to take place on the cruise ship at sundown. There is a preparatory dunking designed to get Christina, Karla, Helen and Tamika ready for breath-holding. (6 pages)

Island 35-37 (9-21-20)

15918 words – $3.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the next 3 island chapters reduced to $1 per story as my way of saying thank you.

Ch 35 – Who will survive the contest on the cruise ship? How will the loss affect the staff of the island? (10 pages)

Ch 36 – Back on the island Karla decides to seduce Ron. She also gets some scuba training out of him on the off-chance the next contest could involve scuba gear. (10 pages)

Ch 37 – Karla continues spinning her web of seduction with Ron. Even Christina is working in the pool with Maggie using the scuba regulator. (11 pages)

Island 38-41 (9-21-20)

18685 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the last 4 island chapters reduced to $1 per story as my way of saying thank you.

Ch 38 – Ron gives Karla a special underwater “tutorial”. (10 pages)

Ch 39 – The last contest is scheduled for the dolphin tank. The remaining inmates are trapped inside a submerged cage for 20 minutes with only a single air hose from an attached scuba tank to give them the air they will need to survive. (7 pages)

Ch 40 – It’s a major battle when both inmates fight over the single dangling air hose. (9 pages)

Ch 41 – Christina finds herself on the losing end as time runs down. Will they use up all the air in the scuba tank secured to the top of the cage before their time underwater is up? (11 pages)

Emma’s Hot Tub peril (plus Club Story) (reactivated 9-22-20)

16682 words – $4.80

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted wet story featuring Emma along with a “dry” club tale.

Emma’s Hot Tub Peril – Emma goes to the home of a man she met at the bar to enjoy both him and his pool. But when his girlfriend shows up unexpectedly, she tries to hide in the water and must hold her breath. That doesn’t work, and she soon finds herself at the mercy of a cruel, sadistic bitch who seems intent on drowning her. Things take an ominous turn when Emma is cuffed inside the drained hot tub before the water is turned on and it starts to fill. (16 pages)

I should have known better – A married woman decides to go to the Club to satisfy her curiosity. A married gentleman picks her up out in line and takes her inside, a man who appears to be one of the regulars. He shows her around before taking her into a private room where more than just sex takes place. It soon becomes evident his intentions are not so gentlemanly. (13 pages)

Ghost in the water (plus Club story) (reactivated 9-22-20)

12251 words – $4.60

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story written for JQPublic plus a bonus Club story.

Ghost in the water – A young couple spends some quality time alone in a nice house with a specially built pool and Jacuzzi tub room attached by an underwater tunnel. But the couple is blissfully unaware of the recent history of the house, specifically the pool. It’s a history that will not be ignored, as it seems to penetrate the young lady’s very dreams.

She awakens in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare and heads out to the pool for a swim, soon to be joined by her boyfriend. But things take an ominous turn as she keeps hearing voices. Then the pool cover closes on them both, and the young couple find themselves trapped. Is there a ghost in the water that wants them to drown? (16 pages)

Teen Obsession 8 – A continuation of the Teen Obsession series taking place at the Club. If you’ve been following so far then you know this is the chapter where Frieda and Junee get their comeuppance wearing nooses. (8 pages)

Disposing of last year’s models (and club tale) (reactivated 9-22-20)

22224 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story I wrote back in 2012, including a few picture illustrations found on the Internet. Included is a bonus Club story.

Disposing of last year’s models – It is time to make room for this year’s models. Of course that means disposing of last year’s models. And what better place to have fun disposing of them than in one’s very own swimming pool. (27 pages; 20 picture illustrations)

Emma’s visit to the Club – Emma and Dottie wish to go to the Club to witness what promises to be an exciting night up on the Entertainment stage. But finances fall through and they can’t afford to get through the front door. Now the only way to get into the Club is the risky proposition of joining as attendants. (20 pages in 5 chapters)

Daddy Issues (plus Club story) (reactivated 9-26-20)

13460 words – $4.60

Reposted from the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard.

Daddy Issues – While swimming in the apartment complex pool over the Labor Day weekend he meets a very unusual young woman. She’s extremely playful and enjoys seducing older men. She also seems to have this particular kink when it comes to bubbling her breath away at the bottom of a pool. But what will happen when her mother shows up? (17 pages)

Teen Obsession 7 – A continuation of the Teen Obsession series taking place at the Club. What’s going to happen to Lauren and her mother now? (6 pages)

Can’t swim in a wetsuit (plus club bonus) (reactivated 9-26-20)

29856 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted wet/dry combo featuring Emma in the lead story. Included are 6 chapters to a club story.

Can’t swim in a Wetsuit – puts Emma in her wetsuit. In this installment she doesn’t know how to swim. Jess wants to swim her out to the dock in a lake. But Emma is understandably leery. Wearing that wetsuit might turn out to be a bad idea on such a nice, warm day. And what if Jess “accidentally” loses her grip on her roommate… again and again? (10 pages)

Teen Obsession 1-6 – Lauren and Kira become obsessed over the Club. Kira goes and disappears. Another classmate named Cybil teases Lauren about it. So they attend the club together with the idea of Cybil finding a way to pop Lauren’s sensor. Then Lauren discovers her mom is there in another sex room. (39 pages)

In over her head (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-26-20)

16017 words – $4.80

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted trio of stories indicating how they got in over their head. Included is the next chapter to the Sorority night at the Club.

In over her head – a cautionary three-stories-in-one bundle about how certain decisions we make can lead to unpleasant consequences. In “The Storm” Amanda makes a few wrong decisions while going solo in her sailboat, resulting in sending her over the side in a dangerous set of events. In the next one Sara finds herself “In the Trunk”, snatched by her boyfriend who crashes the car into the lake in a life-threatening situation. Then Louise tells her lover Ann she is leaving their underwater “Escape Act” as well as their relationship, choosing the wrong time to make that declaration when she’ll be trying to escape hanging upside down in a cylinder of water. (14 pages)

Sorority night at the Club 3 – Paris witnesses one of the pledges riding the impalement cross on the Entertainment stage. After spending some time in a sex room, it is back to the Entertainment stage where two pledges face off in the guillotines over some less than satisfactory performances in the sex rooms. Afterwards Paris meets her high school English teacher who is arranging for her own little retirement party, to be completed with a noose around her neck. (15 pages)

An open minded wife (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-26-20)

16652 words – $4.80

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted pair of new stories, including the exciting finish to the Sorority night at the Club series.

An open minded wife – He visits a couple while he is in town on business. He’s invited to soak in their hot tub where things take an arousing turn. Plenty of oral, some bisexual play, and a very open minded breath-holding wife make for quite an erotic encounter. (12 pages)

Sorority night at the Club 5 – The conclusion to this tale finds Paris heading to a room with her mom, an old classmate of her moms, and the Head Master of the fraternity. She soon finds herself in a noose servicing a lot of frat boys as her father makes an appearance. Then another pledge named Tyra is brought in to handle the load when she becomes exhausted. Once more they are summoned to the Entertainment stage after they are finished. (21 pages)

Cougars in a blizzard (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-28-20)

26387 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of reposted stories, including four more chapters to the saga My Visit to the Club.

Cougars in a blizzard – Jolene and her friend Audrey are holed up at a motel in a blizzard when she encounters her neighbor’s son in the motel pool. Apparently he had to hole up for the night on a drive from college to visit his mother. But the ladies are horny, and an attractive young male in the motel pool looks good enough to double-team in the water. (8 pages)

My visit to the Club 17-20 – After Alison is banged, she and I are taken to the Entertainment stage where the guillotines are already in use. Two sisters are playing guillotine roulette with unexpected consequences. Afterwards it is Alison’s turn to have her head in the lunette, only to be joined by another female who wants to take the risk just for the sexual thrill.

Afterwards, I make the twins clean Alison up using their tongues as she and I discuss what to do with them next. Then Walter and Lucille, the card dealer, return. Lucille must go up onstage, so they agree it will be the gallows for her as she wants to please him one last time while she’s in the noose. (38 pages)

A trio of stories (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-28-20)

29121 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes some reposted stories: a trio of women in dangerous underwater situations plus the next four chapters to the My Visit to the Club saga for a total of 7 stories/chapters.

A trio of stories – includes the following…

Her last Service Call – Laura gets her hand stuck in a pool drain during a pool service call.

Canceling the Date – Debbie cancels Pam’s date with a boy she likes by “canceling” Pam.

Terminated – Laura offers to “terminate” an employee in her father’s business. (13 pages)

My visit to the Club 29-32 – The remaining twin rides the impalement cross. Afterwards, Alison wants to stick around even though I am concerned about her safety. She ends up in Mistress Chastity’s private playroom along with another volunteer where I watch and participate. After some erotic disciplinary play directed toward our two playmates, Chastity takes me on a tour of the facilities, showing me sights I had never imagined. (40 pages)

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Wendy likes the pulley 3.3 (7)

If I had to choose my favorite I’d say I like the pulley most of all. I love the way my ankles are tied together. And I love how a single pull jerks me underwater, forcing me to hold my breath.

The guys wanted to shoot a pulley scene, and naturally I obliged. I just love the looks on their faces when I’m pulled under. And I love seeing the bulges in their swim trunks. It’s a real turn-on.

This time I decide I would really be naughty. So I wore white lingerie for the photo shoot. It’s sheer enough to show off some of my best features while allowing me to be just a little discreet. It really gets those male hearts pumping.

When I was ready I jumped into the deep end, soaking my lingerie in one fell swoop. The pulley operator dutifully pulled me all the way to the bottom. That’s when I started my show.

I posed, danced and gyrated, releasing a few bubbles here and there. I blew kisses while mouthing at the guys on the bottom with their cameras… “Come on and drown me. Don’t you want to drown me? You know you want to drown me!”

The rope eased and I was allowed to swim up for a breath. He let me get a good one before I felt a warning tug. I took a deep breath right before he pulled me back down.

I went all the way to the bottom, allowing bubbles to slip out past my lips. Then I started posing some more while the guys on the bottom took their pictures. They had hoses and regulators; I just had the air in my lungs.

I’m not sure how long he kept me down there before he gave me slack in the rope. When I came up I was gasping for breath pretty good. Then he gave a tug on the rope, jerking me back down.

You have no idea what that does to me, gasping for breath and then being yanked back under. It gives me an erotic thrill as I try to hold my breath. And I could tell by all those bulges how much the guys were loving it.

Once more I wriggled, gyrated and posed, mouthing to those cameras if they wanted to drown me. I could tell by the look in their eyes behind those dive masks just how much they were thinking about it. It was such a turn-on making them horny down there at the bottom of the pool.

This time it felt like I was kept down even longer. I didn’t want to motion I was out of air as I didn’t want to look panicked. But my lungs were starting to heave pretty good.

He must have noticed all that air coming up because he gave me slack in the rope. I swam up and gasped mightily for breath. But the bloody wanker pulled me right back down!

I felt an erotic jolt, knowing I hadn’t gotten a good breath and couldn’t stay down for long. My poses and gyrations showed my anxiety. Then I got the slack I needed.

I shot up and gasped for breath, only to be dragged right back down. That didn’t satisfy my lungs at all! I couldn’t keep the anxiety out of my eyes as I began to get concerned.

The guys all snapped their pictures as I began to get a little worried. Once more I got the slack I needed. And once more I got jerked right back down after gasping that single breath up at the surface.

I could feel a surge of erotic panic as my lungs heaved. I hadn’t been given a chance at all to catch my breath. My nipples were hard and I could feel how fearfully aroused I’d become. This shoot wasn’t quite going to plan.

I felt it in my lungs, and I looked up toward the surface. But this time there was no slack in the rope. My chest heaved, causing me to make the slashing motion across my throat. This time I really needed air, and I wanted to be left at the surface for a while to compose myself.

I got the slack so I shot upward, pulling hard with my arms. I lost a big burst of air as I headed up. But the rope jerked on my ankles before I could get my head out of water!

Back down I went, feeling scared and out of breath. All the guys were smiling at me as they kept taking pictures. I motioned again… “Bloody hell, let me up! I’m out of breath!”

Once more I felt slack in the rope. I shot up, desperate to reach the surface. But again he pulled on the rope before I could get my head out of the water.

I was in full panic mode as he pulled me back down. The guys all looked excited and horny. Couldn’t they tell I was out of breath??

I screamed, “BLOODY HELL, DON’T DROWN ME!” One of them mouthed back, “But you told us to drown you!”

“BLOODY HELL; I WAS JUST POSING!”

I gurgled as I lost a burst of air. My hand covered my mouth as my lungs really started to heave. I shook my head in panic, hoping they would let me up at the last minute. Then I swallowed water.

I gulped, lost another burst of air… gulped again. Then I got water down my windpipe. Instantly I went into wild convulsions, my body hitching and jerking as though I was trying to vomit up lunch.

The guys really started taking pictures then. I could see tents in several sets of trunks. What the hell were they doing??

I hitched and jerked, spasming and convulsing as I lost the last of my air. I waved at the surface in panic, but it did me no good. Then I settled down as my body swayed around while being tethered to the pulley at the bottom.

The guys all came up to me so they could take their close-ups. They touched me all over, noting how hard my nipples had become. In my panic I had an orgasm as my body responded. Then my vision failed me as I hung tethered to the bottom on that pulley.

Uh… maybe the pulley isn’t my favorite after all……..

(Dec 4 ’17)

(Inspired by Wendy and her pulley picture poses.)

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Riwas Reads updates – Store closing 3.8 (4)

The UWF download store will be closing the end of this month. I appreciate all those who have visited my little corner of the world there and made purchases from my store. Thus, I am reposting some older bundles I took down and haven’t yet put back up until now. I also put up a new story using JustPaul illustrations. Watch for more uploads and upcoming sale prices.

Many bundles are being reduced as my way of saying thanks for your patronage. All Shelly stories/bundles and all Dear Diary stories/bundles are now on sale for $4.00 each through the closing of the store.

Make sure you take the opportunity to visit other stores before they close. All stores under the UWF Download umbrella will close the end of September.

Recent uploads

Riwa’s Reads updates

Island 29-30 (9-10-20)

18570 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a pair of long, older series recently edited, the Island of Condemned Inmates and the conclusion to Jaime visiting the Club.

Island 29-30 – Staffers prepare for the lottery. Maggie thinks her time may be up and spends some quality alone-time with Christina. At the lottery things go upside down for Karla when her plans for escape are foiled by the drawing of the name of the inmate who was going to help her. (14 pages)

Jaime 34-35 – Lydia fetches a special suit for Jaime to wear which increases her sensations of intense discomfort. When John goes off for a bite to eat, Lydia talks to her sister about what the future holds. John later returns to spend some intimate moments with his wife. But how will her evening end? (21 pages)

Twilight Zone – Jessica (9-10-20)

18613 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a longer, older story recently edited.

Jessica tries to rescue four teens who ran off the road into a lake. She’s able to get three of them out of the vehicle. But something bad happens and she awakens in a strange room where a man in a white smock has this preposterous notion she did not survive the incident.

She does not believe him and leaves under her own power. But she continues to face perilous situations underwater, including a struggle with a net as well as a plane crash in the sea. Poor Jessica may have unwittingly found herself in… The Twilight Zone. (5 chapters; 40 pages)

Lydia at the Mermaid Lounge 2 (9-17-20)

6323 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new story illustrated by JustPaul.

Lydia talks her friend Ava into going back down to the bottom of the Deep Solo tank. They end up putting on a show for some visitors. Ava is teased underwater with a toy before she’s allowed to cum. So she turns the tables on Lydia by using her thong bottoms to secure her arms behind her back for a special breath-holding show at 60 feet. (19 pages; 13 renders)

Psycho Lifeguard (reactivated 9-17-20)

7225 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story inspired by a JustPaul idea and illustrated by his wonderful renders.

Late one night Patricia and Jeremy decide to sneak in a swim at the pool where Patricia works. The problem is: they are both seeing Janice who is the head lifeguard at the pool and who is also using each one for her own sexual thrills. They both want to break up with her and be with each other instead. But Janice is one psycho bitch, an extremely difficult person to try to break up with.

You know where this is going, right? They’re going to get caught… and there’s going to be hell to pay… (21 pages; 17 renders)

The Aztec Queen II (reactivated 9-17-20)

7776 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the reposted second chapter to a story inspired by JustPaul’s animated clip The Aztec Queen. Thanks to him for the additional illustrations.

The queen of the Aztecs continues to hunt for the sexual release she craves that requires her to be underwater to achieve it. How many warriors will she go through to obtain it, and how many of her harem girls must make the ultimate sacrifice? Will the healer reach the point where it is time to intervene before the queen’s madness affects the whole tribe? (22 pages; 17 renders)

Jane Bond meets Drwnella (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-17-20)

15916 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a brand new reposted story generously illustrated by JustPaul. Included is an older reposted bonus tale also illustrated by JustPaul.

Jane Bond meets Drownella – People have been disappearing along a certain section of the coast. Jane Bond gets sent to investigate when a fellow agent fails to report in. But her first encounter with the subject of their surveillance might come at a pretty high price. (45 pics; 46 pages)

Emma at Skull Cave – Emma dons her black wetsuit and scuba gear and goes off looking for her sister Serena who has disappeared inside the very dangerous Skull Cave. She has no idea there is a creature waiting for her once she gets inside. (14 pics; 14 pages)

Block Party Bundle (reactivated 9-17-20)

14493 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story inspired by pictures from the old Aqua Fantasies as well as a sequel inspired by those pictures.

Block Party – Lynn suspects her husband Tom of having an affair and goes to investigate. But she is intercepted by Tom’s mistress who has a little surprise planned for her: her very own ‘Block Party’. (35 pages; 45 pictures)

Block Party Aftermath – Lynn’s best friend Gwen comes into town suspecting there is more to the story than just a tragic accident. So she gets close to both Tom and Natalie in order to get them to confide in her what they know about that day. When she learns the awful truth she plans her revenge with Tom against Natalie. (18 pages)

Men underwater bundle (reactivated 9-17-20)

24476 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of reposted tales. If you like your men wet and wild underwater, this bundle is for you.

Late Night Pool bondage – The complete story of the night he was alone in the pool after midnight when another male came down to the pool, found him with his handcuff gear and asked if he would like to tie a guy up for real and enjoy having his way with him. (26 pages)

My first scuba experience – Some guys practicing scuba in a pool lure him over to try it out, only to do a little groping with his privates. They hold onto him and leave him breathless until he becomes concerned they might keep him submerged too long. (8 pages)

Perry’s Predicament – Perry decides to go freediving at the reef, hoping those scuba babes he once saw there might return so he can seduce one or both of them. But when they show up, he gets more than he bargained for. (11 pages)

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Tamanna hangs for charity 4.3 (41)

The auditorium grew quiet as two robed ladies solemnly escorted Tamanna up the steps. My breath caught in my throat at her beauty. She was stunning. So why was she doing this?

She smiled as she was escorted over to me. Then her escorts bowed before turning and walking away. The Indian goddess smiled as she waited patiently.

I took a length of rope and turned her around. Then I bound her wrists behind her back. She smiled bravely at the spectators who murmured quietly amongst themselves.

When I finished I gave a tug to assure she was secure. Then I turned her to face me, looking solemnly at her yet not wanting to speak. She saw the question in my eyes and nodded she was ready.

There was a gasp from the crowd as I brought the noose down. I looped it carefully around her throat. Then I snugged it behind her right ear.

I slowly took out the slack until her head tipped to one side as she was forced to shuffle around on her toes. She gasped before giving me an anxious look. That is when I could not help but speak.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She nodded.

“This charity is important to me. The auditorium is full; the people have paid well. My only concern is that it will happen far too quickly.”

“I have chosen a thicker noose for your dance. I assure you, you will last longer. Do not jerk your knees upward as it will cause the noose to tighten quicker.”

She nodded with understanding before smiling with a sigh. Then I prepared to lift her up into the air. She stopped me with a single word…”Wait.”

I paused as she looked at me. Then she gave me a wry smile. “My humiliation must be complete. After all, they have paid well.”

I nodded with understanding. Then I turned her to face the crowd. Slowly and deliberately I pulled the straps to her top down off her shoulders, exposing her breasts.

There was an appreciative gasp from the crowd. Then I pulled down her skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath.

I rubbed her breasts, proving to the audience she was not wearing any kind of flesh-colored body stocking. She whimpered as her nipples became swollen. Then I reached down and fingered her slit.

She writhed and whimpered as the audience murmured again. Then I grabbed the rope and pulled. Tamanna was lifted up into the air.

I quickly secured the rope to a nearby cleat. Then I stepped back to watch. Several members of the audience stood up from where they were seated as though that might improve the view.

Tamanna began to kick, her feet searching for the floor. Her face took on a grimace of agony. Then she rasped for breath as more of the audience rose to their feet.

Her top hung down over her stomach, hung up by her wrists secured behind her back. Her skirt loosened enough to fall onto the floor. Her pussy became swollen, an angry red color.

She gurgled as she kicked a little harder. It looked as though she was trying to dance. But the rope seldom grants much reason when blood to the brain is restricted.

Her gyrations became more desperate, her body wanting the flow of air to her lungs to be properly returned. Her hands began to jerk behind her back as she swung back and forth. She began to twist in place as she fought the noose.

She came within sight of my face, the anxiety evident in her features. I gave her a nod and a reassuring smile to let her know it was a good effort. A part of her seemed to understand.

She relaxed somewhat and hung with less animation. Her legs kicked more evenly, she was back to her dance. But the restriction of air to her lungs made her become desperate again.

She began to fight the noose in earnest. This proved to be the best part of her dance. She kicked and pedaled, struggling to get air down her constricted throat.

Despite my warning she gave the audience what they wanted most as her knees jerked upward, causing the noose to tighten ominously. Her pussy flared before she squirted her arousal. My cock stiffened in my trousers at the sight of it.

Her dance became desperate. Once again she twisted until our eyes met. This time she was pleading, although I could not tell if she was pleading to be taken down or wanting to know if her death was proving satisfactory.

Her rasps for breath were silenced as she fought the noose. One last jerk with her knees doomed her. Then all struggles ceased as she quietly swung back and forth.

The audience was deadly silent as her bladder gave way. Many in the front rows heard the splatter. Then they stood up and began to cheer.

Tamanna swung back and forth as the applause grew louder. Then it reached a crescendo. I thought I saw a flicker of gratitude in her eyes, although I may have misinterpreted. Maybe she was simply grateful her suffering was nearing an end as her neck lengthened. Then she was reduced to muscle twitches as her face sagged tiredly in death to thunderous applause as befitting a great Indian actress being worshipped in her final moments by an appreciative, paying fan base for a charity so very important to her.

2018 (written Jul 14 ’18 by riwa for ramharraja2001. Inspired by his picture manipulation.)

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Because… 2.5 (4)

Note: I’ve sometimes thought about the chain of events it takes for something bad to happen to someone. This is/was my take on a story involving a chain events leading to disaster (including the topic I frequently like to write about).

Because they needed a second vehicle, Todd went out and bought a used car for himself so that his wife wouldn’t have to drive him to work all the time. It was cheap enough for their budget, but it needed some brake work.

Because their credit cards were maxed out and money was tight, Todd kept adding brake fluid to his car rather than taking it in to the shop and having the leaking brake lines and worn pads repaired.

Because his wife was a worry-wart, he didn’t tell her about the brake, other than to say that his vehicle had little quirks that he knew how to deal with.

Because Connie trusted her husband, she never pressed him any further about his car’s quirks, figuring he knew more about vehicles than she did.

Because traffic was a nightmare the night before, and they had to be at a friend’s party within the hour, Todd decided not to pull in to the service station and fill up his nearly empty gas tank.

Because they were up all night at the party, Todd woke up late for work.

Because he was running behind and his fuel tank was empty, he borrowed his wife’s car and left her a note that read… “out of gas… took your car… please fill my tank… watch the brakes…”

And because she had no idea how bad the brakes were in her husband’s car, she took it out for a drive that day…

…and never came home…

—–

It was her first time behind the wheel of her husband’s car.

‘Not bad,’ Connie thought as she headed up to the lake for a short sight-seeing excursion after pausing to put a few dollars of gas into the tank. ‘The brakes seem a little mushy though. I wonder if that’s one of the quirks Todd was talking about. He really should get them looked into. I don’t want anything happening to my husband.’

She stepped on the gas and powered through the curves of the winding road, enjoying the vehicle’s horsepower. She understood why he’d decided to buy the car. It was fun to drive.

She remembered the pullout with the boat launch was up ahead. She had always liked that place with its scenic view and little picnic area. She decided she’d pull off there and stretch her legs.

Connie saw the convenience store she usually frequented whenever she came up here. But this time she decided to motor on by, choosing instead to stop in on her way back for a soda and snacks. This way she wouldn’t be tempted to pull in and spend even more money on a picnic lunch.

Because she chose not to stop on her way through, she missed her opportunity for the attendant to notice what would have been a growing puddle of brake fluid on the ground under her engine and warn her about it.

Because she drove on by, she missed her last opportunity to pull over and bring the car to a complete stop with what brakes she had left.

Connie topped the hill and began the long winding descent toward her destination. She eased her foot off the gas and used the brakes to decrease her speed. But she misjudged a corner and had to brake harder than she intended.

Because she had to stomp on the brakes, she lost most of what little brake fluid she had left.

Her heart beat fast as she eased off the gas. ‘I’d better slow down a little,’ she thought. ‘These brakes are really getting mushy now. I’m telling Todd when he gets home. I wish he would’ve told me more about his car. But I guess he had to leave for work in a hurry.’

She took the next turn well enough. But the one after that required her to slow down again. So she put her foot on the brake.

The pedal went clear to the floor with no significant decrease in speed…

She looked down in alarm and pumped the brake pedal. The car slowed grudgingly, but only a little. Because she pumped the brakes to slow herself down, she pumped out the last of the brake fluid.

She felt her heartbeat increase as she eased down on the brake pedal for the next corner. It went clear to the floor without any decrease in her vehicle’s speed. She pumped it several times, but the car kept rolling along. In fact it felt like it was picking up speed as she went downhill.

She went through the corner and drifted over into the other lane. Fortunately for her there was no oncoming traffic. That’s when she realized her brakes were gone.

Fear swelled inside her as she considered her options, mainly… ‘Where can I get off without crashing and rolling over or running into oncoming traffic?’

She thought of the pullout looming ahead. As she recalled it should be right there once she took three more curves, based on where she thought she was at on the road at this very moment. If she could get there she might be able to get off the highway without hitting anybody.

She went around the next curve, swerving dangerously close to the guardrail that separated traffic from a quick drop down to the lake. The car held the road, but she heard a faint screech of tires.

She felt a lump in her throat as her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She swerved through another corner, praying she wouldn’t lose control and plow into the side of the hill. There was no one coming so she allowed the car to cross the dividing yellow lines. Then she swerved back onto her own side of the highway.

Yes! She recognized the landscape. One more curve to get through and then she’d be at the pullout. She only had a few more seconds to decide if she would pull off or take her chances farther down the main highway.

She entered the curve, hugging the center stripe as close as she could without driving into the other lane. She heard the squeal of tires as her rear-end started to slide toward the guard rail. But she kept sliding…

She heard tires squealing…

She was getting dangerously close…

Connie anxiously held her breath…

The rear wheels grabbed pavement at the last second. They pulled her out of her skid and propelled her forward, just missing the rail. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stared ahead toward the pullout.

Her eyes went wide in horror as she realized what she’d end up doing if she took it. She would roll off the highway onto the paved strip to her right. She would go right down an incline through the parking area. Then she would plow straight down the boat ramp into the lake.

She had a split second to decide to risk going on, hoping she didn’t blow right through the next curve which made a sharp left-hand turn. Even if she made it through that she would probably slam into the hill farther down the road and roll her vehicle. Worse yet, she might slam head on into a motorist coming up from the opposite direction.

Connie figured there were no other options. Sharply turning the steering wheel right now for any reason would simply cause the car to roll over and over. That too was out.

Because she couldn’t stand the thought of running head on into someone and risk killing another human being… and because she was a decent swimmer… Connie turned the wheel, left the highway and nearly flew down the incline toward the parking lot.

She scanned ahead, looking for cars or trucks with empty boat trailers… someone who might witness her speeding through. But there was no one in sight, no one to see her heading toward the lake at a high rate of speed.

“OH MY GOD…”

Her bumper slammed into pavement as the incline leveled off, causing the car to bounce up from the impact. Her body jerked forward and was caught by the seatbelt. The vehicle leveled out, blew through the empty lot’s marked parking lanes, and then became airborne as it soared straight out over the boat ramp that dropped sharply below her into the water. Connie screamed out her husband’s name in terror.

The car dipped down and hit the water with its front end, causing a massive wave of water to sweep up over the windshield. It plowed a furrow into the surface as momentum carried it further out into the lake. Then it settled with a gentle bouncing motion as it headed farther out into the water.

Connie gasped for breath, surprised to discover her seatbelt had kept her in place. She didn’t seem to be injured other than a bruise or two. Strangely, the airbag had not deployed. She didn’t know the previous owner had deactivated it and that her husband hadn’t bothered to turn it back on.

Water rapidly filled the front of the car as it poured in through the vents. Connie inhaled sharply as the cold liquid climbed up her legs and reached the bottom of her seat. Her mind kept telling her, “Gotta get out – gotta get out!”

She grabbed her seatbelt and yanked hard, rather than calmly hitting the release mechanism. Because she panicked, she jammed the release switch. The belt didn’t come loose.

Oh god – oh god – oh god…

She struggled with her belt as the water climbed higher inside the vehicle. It covered her thighs and climbed up her waist. ‘At least I’m still on the surface,’ she thought desperately, momentarily reassured by the sunlight streaming through the windows…

…which promptly turned a murky greenish-blue as the vehicle settled under the surface and began to sink rapidly toward the bottom.

She cried out in horror as water reached her chest. She gasped fearfully as she yanked harder on the seatbelt in her growing terror. Then she thought of the window…

“THE WINDOW! GOTTA OPEN THE WINDOW!”

She reached for the electronic switch and pushed on it. But it was too late. Because she’d waited too long in her panic, the electronics had gone out, making the windows inoperable.

She looked out through the windshield and watched as the lake darkened outside her vehicle. The water was up to her neck and rising fast. That’s when her mind screamed, “THE DOOR! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!”

She tugged on the handle and tried to push it open, even as the seatbelt dig into her stomach. The pressure hadn’t equalized yet between the inside of the car and the outside. She couldn’t force the door open.

Connie tried to cry out in growing horror. Water rose up past her mouth and nose before she could get a good breath. Instinctively she yanked on the seatbelt again before trying the release mechanism. But in her panic she had thoroughly jammed the damned thing.

She turned and pounded on the side window in primal panic. She screamed, air bursting out of her mouth in a torrent. As the front of the car touched the bottom of the lake, she took in a huge lungful of water.

Connie’s eyes snapped wide open in shock. She coughed… inhaled… coughed… gurgled. Then she began thrashing wildly in her seat as everything inside her screamed to get out of the car and get up to the surface.

Her head twisted back and forth as air spewed freely out of her mouth. She weakened, spasming painfully as water filled her lungs. She turned toward the driver’s side window and gurgled as she weakly pounded on the glass once more.

She hitched as her lungs forced out a flurry of bubbles. She looked up and opened her mouth to scream again. She spasmed once more before finally relaxing with a gurgle and a sigh as stray bubbles trickled out past her parted lips.

Because of the strange coincidences of life, there was no one on the highway at the time she entered the lake. Thus, no one saw her vehicle enter the water.

Because the vehicle had settled so far under the surface, no one could see the car sitting on the bottom through the murky water.

Because she and her vehicle disappeared so completely off the face of the earth, her husband went into a deep depression that took years to overcome before he was finally able to find another woman to love and marry.

And because some gadget-happy boating enthusiast was trying out his new sonar equipment, Connie’s car was finally located 11 years later with its occupant still belted into the driver’s seat…

2004 (written Aug 6 ’04 by riwa)

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