Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 2.7 (3)

Posted on August 26, 2020 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming September rewards

The sci-fi holodeck series Teri 5.0 ch 2.
A woman is forced to become a (grim?) reaper’s apprentice.
A JustPaul illustrated story called Synchro Tryout.
Dorothy doesn’t make it to 50, illustrated by Mike Hunt.
3 in the pool part 5.
Sisters share a male for the semester before disposing of him.
A family of females goes to girl’s night out at a place that specializes in breath-play.
Christina puts on a show in a tank of water.
Shelly in Cancun part 5
A girl takes retribution on her friend in a shallow pool.
Marissa reaches asphyxiation week at City U.

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

I have a bunch of newer stories to present to you next month. Somehow I got myself ahead of the game. But it can be a challenge to stay ahead. I’m inherently lazy and am prone to giving in to distractions. So I’m working at taking advantage of the situation by editing more stories ahead of time while developing new ones for you to enjoy. It’s a crazy world out there. I just want to give you a place where you can come take your mind off things while reading what I hope are entertaining stories. Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Caught by the lifeguards (8-12-20)

11811 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a tale illustrated by JustPaul inspired by one of his clips.

Paul and Vanessa go to an indoor pool and make use of the deep pool for a little hanky panky. The lifeguards immediately notice what’s going on. The one tells her coworker this is the same couple who showed up last week and did virtually the very same thing at the bottom of the deep pool. Now she wants to go down to the observation window to get a closer look.

Will Paul and Vanessa get kicked out? Or will the lifeguards join in? As a bonus, I’ve included the clip that inspired my interpretation of events as told by JustPaul, including a little extra activity not mentioned in his video. (32 pages; 26 vidcaps)

Spies bundle (8-12-20)

19298 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of longer tales about a couple of females getting into trouble by spying or nosing around when they should know better.

Terminating the spy – Melissa is desperate to break into his compound, find incriminating evidence and put him away after all the misery he’s caused. But he’s onto her little game. Things will conclude for Melissa in his backyard pool. One of my older stories recently edited and lengthened. (27 pages)

A pine box for Emma – Our petite little Asian gets nosey again. This time she finds a warehouse full of pine boxes used to carry an illicit cargo. When she’s caught will she be able to talk her way out of trouble? Or will she find herself taking up residence inside one of the boxes? And where will they dispose of her? It promises to be quite a bit wetter than she anticipates. (16 pages)

Mother-daughter seduction (plus bonus story) (reactivated 8-18-20)

12763 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of reposted erotic stories for your reading pleasure. Special thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Mother-daughter seduction – She and her daughter are determined to seduce their guest. The idea of watching her daughter swallow his cock underwater and then seeing him fuck her underwater has her all hot and bothered. What’s more, it’s possible she might even allow him to take things quite a bit farther before they get out of the pool. (9 pages)

Noose-play – Dottie wants her husband to engage in a little noose-play with her. But when he balks at the idea, she decides to take matters into her own hands. But how far will things go? Special thanks to El Coyote for the cover illustration. (12 pages)

Mother-daughter seduction II (plus bonus story) (reactivated 8-18-20)

14505 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard. Reposted. Special thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Mother-daughter seduction II – Continues the story of a mother and her daughter having underwater sexual fun in the pool with their guest. They had fun holding the daughter underwater until she bubbled her breath away. Now will it be the mother’s turn? (8 pages)

A Couple of New Year’s Eve Swingers – Lauren attends a certain New Year’s Eve party with her boyfriend each and every year because at midnight they always string up a naked female. But this year the organizers have a special treat in store for everyone. Amelia attends the New Year’s Eve party with a friend because her husband claims to have a bad back. But what will happen when they meet up with an amorous couple? And what is this special door prize they have just won at midnight? Told from two points of view. (13 pages)

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Sadie needs a release 4.5 (21)

Posted on August 24, 2020 by riwa

I rush home after a long, stressful day. I’m tired and I’m frustrated. I need a good release.

I go into the bedroom and look at the big mirror on the front of the antique closet door. I look up at the hook directly above. That’s when inspiration strikes.

I grab a red rope I previously fashioned into a noose. I thread one end through the hook in the ceiling. Then I start to take off all my clothes.

The more I contemplate what I’m about to do, the more aroused I become. The stresses of the day fall away as I loop the noose around my neck. Then I sit there looking at myself in the mirror as I start to masturbate.

My nipples harden as my crotch moistens. It feels good sitting there. Looking at myself with the noose around my neck is an incredible turn-on. But there’s something missing.

I grab the end of the rope and pull as I finger myself. My air is restricted, and I feel an erotic jolt. I play with my nub, fingering it until it swells.

I reach up to grope a breast. It feels good, and I love the sexy image reflected back to me. But I want both my hands free.

I slip my head out of the noose. Then I rise up, take the free end, and go find a place to tie it off. I check the reflection of the noose dangling in the mirror to judge where I want it to be before securing it.

I go back and sit down, pulling the noose down around my neck. It’s much better; now I can use both hands. But the noose isn’t tight enough.

I remove it from around my neck before I get back up. I walk over and retie the end of the rope, taking out a little more slack. I really want to cum, and I hope I did it right this time.

I go back and sit down before pulling the noose down. This time I have to rise up a little to get it around my neck. When I sit back down, it’s nice and tight.

It’s really snug… maybe a little too snug. My pussy jolts as my nipples stiffen. It’s a little difficult catching my breath.

I look in the mirror and see a partially strangled woman looking back at me. She’s naked, and she looks so fucking sexy. Her nipples are hard, her pussy wet with moisture.

Gawd; I want to fuck her! I want to suck on her nipples and lick her pussy. I feel a surge of incredible arousal as I watch her grope her boobs while fingering her pussy.

She struggles to breathe; I think she made that noose a little too tight. It turns me on seeing her looking back at me like that. There’s a look of euphoria in her eyes as she touches herself.

Yes – yes – yes – YES! Make yourself cum, you sexy bitch! As though reading my mind, she begins furiously fingering her clit.

I watch as her face turns red. Then she savagely gropes her boobs as she finger-fucks herself. A moment later she cums violently, and I cum right along with her.

Her nipples are so hard they must hurt. Mine hurt just watching her. That noose looks like it’s a little too tight. But I can tell she wants another one.

I’m on fire with a terrible arousal as I watch her. I mimic her movements as she fingers herself harder and faster. She wants another orgasm before she passes out. I want one too…

Yes… yes… YES, you sexy bitch! Cum for me as you strangle yourself! I want to watch you cum!

There’s a look of bliss in her face as she looks right at me. She’s lost in her pleasure. She shudders as she cums again. My orgasm matches hers.

I’m suddenly aware it’s getting harder to breathe. This time she looks at me as though she wants to watch me cum while I strangle myself. Gawd, I really want this… maybe one more.

As I grope and finger myself, she matches my movements. She looks like she can barely catch her breath, but she doesn’t seem to care. I want to watch her strangle herself as she cums. I want to watch her so bad.

She looks at me and sees how asphyxiated I am. She shudders as she fingers herself. I shudder too from an incredible orgasm.

I’m dimly aware of her leaning off to one side against the wall. The noose looks really tight around her throat. She looks so fucking sexy. But now my vision is starting to blur.

Her fingers twitch in her cunt. It looks like she cums one last time, and I’m barely aware of cumming right along with her. Then my vision fails me as I find myself spiraling into oblivion with her strangling herself to death right there in front of me…

(Sep 30 ’17)

(Inspired by the manip “Sadie” created)

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The hit on the whore 4.3 (3)

Posted on August 18, 2020 by riwa

I get hired for special situations, so it isn’t easy to find me. It’s best not to advertise my services. But I can be found if somebody looks hard enough.

I received a package from a certain Giulia Lucado. In it was the picture of a woman she wanted out of the way. I was told the target in question was fucking her husband and she wanted me to put a stop to it. If I accepted the job, a payment would be sent electronically as per my instructions.

I don’t usually respond to domestic squabbles where a wife is being wronged. I wasn’t sure how she’d found me, but that didn’t matter. I was prepared to relocate if necessary.

Things took an interesting turn the next day when two more packages came in from two other women. They included similar pictures of the same woman Giulia wanted me to eliminate. I found the timing more than a little coincidental.

I had my suspicions when a fourth package arrived on the third day. This was from a fourth woman who also wanted this slut dead for fucking her husband. What clinched it for me was her saying she was a part of a group of females who had gotten together to hire my services. If I sent instructions to each one of them for my payment, the funds would be sent right away.

How could I resist? I had four women wanting me to get rid of the same bitch. And they were all willing to pay up. If they turned on me, all four could be implicated in the conspiracy.

I sent information to each woman where they could send the funds. Within a few days I electronically received my payment from each one. The only request I was given was that they desired the bitch be humiliated and that I make it hurt.

I tracked her down and followed her movements. I learned Cristina liked to swim out in the bay on a regular basis. It would be easy enough to drown her. And swallowing salt water would hurt like hell.

I made a note of her habits until I learned the days she was liable to be out for a swim. I obtained some scuba gear that would give me enough air for the assignment at hand. Then I went to the bay and watched from a secluded part of the shore.

Three days later the slut showed up with a male friend. I wondered if he was the husband of one of those four women or if he was some other male she was seeing. I decided it really didn’t matter.

I geared up and then headed into the water, making sure I hadn’t been seen. Then I finned my way toward her part of the beach. My only concern was she might not get into the water before I ran out of air.

I needn’t have worried. She wasn’t at the beach five minutes before she came out for a swim. She was in a very skimpy white outfit that showed a lot of cleavage.

I waited until she was out in about 20 feet of water. Then I made my move. I swam up, grabbed an ankle and then pulled her under.

She burbled and thrashed about as I dragged her farther out into deeper water. But she wasn’t prepared to hold her breath very long. Once she started coughing up bubbles I knew it was over.

I paused to hold her in my grasp so I could watch her eyes. She spasmed and convulsed in my grip. She looked sexy and she made my cock hard. No wonder she was such a slut and was getting married men to fawn all over her.

I waited until she had gone completely limp. But the look in her expression told me how much it hurt and how horrified she was. It took her many seconds longer to lose consciousness than she probably would have wished.

I pulled down my trunks and rammed my hard cock down her throat. I figured the wives would like the way I used her mouth after she was gone. Naturally she gave me a willing blowjob.

We sank to the bottom in about thirty-five feet of water before I pulled her bottoms aside and slid my cock into her pussy. She bounced in my lap as I enjoyed the way her breasts wobbled. I removed them from their confinement, groping and squeezing them.

I left a load up her cunt, but I decided I wasn’t through humiliating her as per our agreement. So I shoved my cock down her throat again so she could help me remain nice and hard. She had a dazed, vacant look in her eyes, but I swear it was as though she was enjoying me even after she was dead.

When I had gotten sufficiently hard I turned her around and pushed my cock up her ass. She was nice and tight, and I enjoyed fucking her on the bottom of the bay for another ten minutes. I left a second deposit up her butt, although I suspected I was not the only one who’d used it like that in her slutty past.

I swam her out into deeper water away from the shore and her friend. I wedged her down among some rocks where she could remain for a while before she was found or the gases in her corpse lifted her to the surface. Then I made my way back to my secluded spot on the shore, convinced I’d given her the kind of ending those four wives would have approved of.

When I got back to shore I discovered her male friend had panicked and left. Maybe he was married and did not want to be associated with her disappearance as it would not look good on him. She certainly had picked a real winner to join her on the beach for the day.

A few days later the papers reported her as missing. No one knew where she was. I got one small note from one of the wives, thanking me for my efforts. I sent her a return note… “I believe I gave her the humiliation you desired. I convinced her of the error of her ways. She won’t be bothering your husbands again.”

(Jun 23 ’18)

(Pictures found in my archive and used for illustration purposes.)

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Guillotine Lover 4.5 (54)

Posted on August 12, 2020 by riwa

She snuck down to the basement to the guillotine room. The house was quiet; everyone had gone to bed. But she couldn’t sleep.

She touched the frame of the guillotine in the center of the room. It made her heart beat fast as her pussy started to moisten. She knew she wasn’t supposed to. But no one was around to stop her.

She shed her flimsy teddy and stretched out on top of the bench naked. She stuck her head through the lunette and looked up at the blade hanging above her. It made her pussy throb with a terrible ache.

She slid her head out and sat upright, panting wildly for breath. She looked at the upper strap, deciding she could secure that one. Then she stuck her head back through the lunette as she used her hands to tighten the strap over her boobs.

With her upper body secured, she started touching herself. The more she thought about the blade coming down unexpectedly, the more excited she became. She closed her eyes as she rubbed herself until she had a nice orgasm.

When she came down from the plateau of her high, she fumbled for the strap and freed herself. She slid her head out of the lunette and looked at the controls on the frame. Surely it wouldn’t hurt if she played a little game, would it? After all, she was horny for another orgasm.

She plugged the details into the control panel, setting the trigger to randomly release the blade sometime within a 30 minute period. Then she laid back down upon the bench. She slid her head through and gasped for breath seeing the blade above her, this time knowing it was set to randomly come down.

She tightened the strap back across her breasts. Then she reached up and grasped the latch to the lunette. When she pulled it down she heard a small beep, indicating she’d just set the timer in motion.

Now she’d done it. The blade would randomly come down sometime within a 30 minute time limit. It excited her so much she began furiously masturbating.

There was a monitor on the wall behind her that displayed the digital numbers to the timer. She tipped her head back and saw the red digits, but couldn’t read them very well. But she knew she was still within the first minute of the program.

The idea of the blade coming down filled her with an erotic thrill. She squeezed her pussy as she furiously rubbed her clit. The orgasm that claimed her was stronger than the one she’d just endured without the program running.

Fuck; what a rush! She went back to rubbing herself again, wanting another orgasm. A couple more and she wouldn’t have a bit of trouble sleeping. Surely the blade wouldn’t randomly drop so soon, would it? But the idea of it coming down early filled her with such an incredible arousal that she cried out as she orgasmed all over again.

Everything went dark as she got all dizzy and disoriented. When she came around a couple seconds later she felt relaxed and wonderful. Then she saw the blade still hovering above her.

She got excited once more as she imagined the blade whooshing down to sever her head from the rest of her body. She stuck her fingers in her pussy and began furiously finger-fucking herself. This next one was going to be bigger still—

BEEP.

Her eyes flew open in astonishment as the blade came whooshing down. There was a loud thunk, followed by her world falling. She was dimly aware of hitting the back of her head in the basket as she looked up, only for her vision to be blotted out as blood pumped out of her severed neck onto her face.

She couldn’t feel anything below her neck. She did not know, nor could she see how her headless body was furiously fingering itself as her hips rose up in violent orgasm. Her body bucked and shuddered as her arms finally began flopping haphazardly, her legs kicking until she settled down.

She blinked the blood out of her eyes, only to see the crimson flow streaming out of her severed neck down to a trickle, being pumped out by her dying heart. She tried to scream, but no words would come. Then her eyes glazed over as stray muscles twitched, her pussy clenching one last time as she wet herself…

© 2017 (written Aug 14 ’17 by riwa)

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

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Mouthy slut gets what’s coming to her 3.9 (14)

Posted on August 6, 2020 by riwa

“You can’t do this to me!” Emma blustered as Stephanie hogtied her. She was lying naked and was now being chained on the edge of her backyard pool. “This is my place! You can’t just come in here and treat me like this!”

“Shut up, slut!” her boss from the marina barked at her. “You were mouthy and bitchy all afternoon! So you’ve got this coming to you!”

“I don’t have anything coming to me! You can’t tie me up like this! You’re gonna pay for treating me this way!”

“Who’s gonna pay?” Stephanie asked with a chuckle. “Certainly not me. You’re the one who likes to play bondage games. The authorities will simply think you tied yourself up, slipped into the pool and couldn’t untie yourself in time. Now it’s time for your evening swim.

Emma let out a cry as Stephanie put a foot against her. Then she was rolled off the side of the pool into the water. The chains took her right to the bottom.

She looked up to see her scuba tank sitting a short distance away. Her regulator was just out of reach; she couldn’t get to it. The bitch was going to let her drown with a source of air just beyond her grasp.

She heard a splash and saw Stephanie come down naked toward her. Her boss reached over, took a puff from the regulator to make sure it was functioning and then put it between Emma’s lips. The bound woman cleared it and then moaned weakly, grateful to be getting air as she refilled her starving lungs.

Stephanie waggled her finger at her… “Ah – ah – ah!” Then she stuck up one finger… “You’re only getting this one refill.” Emma’s eyes went wide the moment Stephanie pulled the reg out of her mouth and put it between her own lips.

Emma wriggled and squirmed, trying to free herself from the ropes tying her arms and legs together. The chain around her waist and the one around her neck kept her from drifting upward. She realized she wasn’t getting to the surface under her own power.

She begged Stephanie with her eyes to help her back up. Her boss pulled the reg from her mouth and blew her a kiss. Then she smiled as she waved “Bye-bye, slut!” before putting the reg back into her mouth to enjoy the show.

Emma shook her head… “Gawd, NO! She’s going to watch me drown!” Then she really started to wriggle and squirm.

She bubbled anxiously while desperately trying to free herself. That’s when her boss started touching her breasts while rubbing her crotch. Apparently the bitch was becoming more and more excited at her employee’s struggles and her desperate plight.

Emma’s cheeks puffed as she struggled to hold her breath. Maybe Stephanie was only kidding. Maybe she was going to wait until the very last moment before giving her the regulator. But the more her lungs heaved, the more her boss rubbed herself, obviously getting off on her suffering.

Emma really started to wriggle and squirm, becoming more animated from her growing breathlessness. Her boss smiled as she rubbed herself that much harder, breathing deeply from the regulator in her mouth as she enjoyed the show. Emma shook her head in growing panic, her eyes wide with fright.

Stephanie pulled the reg out of her mouth and offered it to her… “You need this, you little slut?” Emma mouthed for it, but the bitch held it just out of reach. Her boss shrugged her shoulders as if to say… “Fine! If you don’t want it…” Then she put the reg back between her lips, smiling with wicked amusement.

Emma cried out in a flurry of bubbles, her chest heaving from lack of air. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Panic swelled within her as she lost a big burst of bubbles.

All of the sudden she started thrashing about in a panic. She gulped a huge lungful of water. Immediately she began spasming and convulsing from the intrusion of pool water into her lungs.

Stephanie moaned as she rubbed herself even harder. Watching her employee drown was the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed. Emma shuddered until she began to orgasm as she drowned in her very own backyard pool.

Witnessing the spectacle was so erotic that Stephanie enjoyed a climax of her own. “That’s what you get for being so mouthy at work, you little bitch!” she thought triumphantly. Then she swam up to the surface, leaving the regulator just out of reach, making it look like Emma had tried to play a dangerous game of “escape artist” and had gotten too far away from her lifeline. Emma lay there unmoving on the pool bottom, stray bubbles slipping out past her lips as her hair swirled all around her head before it began to settle.

2012; 2018 (written for Emma Jul 26 ’12; ed. Jul 20 ’18 by riwa)

(Pictures are previews from h2ogems.com “Unsuccessful Escape Challenge” and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Samantha hanged 4.3 (19)

Posted on July 30, 2020 by riwa

Samantha wondered how she could be united with Rajesh. He was from another sect and her parents did not approve. Her family was wealthy, with investments in wind power which gave them a strong name in the city.

She’d tried to discuss it with her mother Neela, explaining how she had fallen in love. But the matriarch was totally against any marriage or union with Rajesh. She believed it would besmirch the family name marrying a man of lower status.

Next Samantha tried to speak to her father. After all, she was his only beloved child. But like her mother he was also against the marriage.

Samantha was torn. She deeply loved her family. After all, they had provided well for her, making sure she’d gotten a good education. She shopped the best stores and wore the best clothes as befitting her family name. But her love for Rajesh now threatened the stability of family life.

She tried talking to their servant Vishal, carefully feeling him out. He was sympathetic to her cause. But he too tried to sway her to find another man to love. Wasn’t her family’s honor important to her?

Samantha did not know what to do. She tried avoiding Rajesh for over a week. But that only made her pine for him even more.

When they were reunited she felt her heart soar with joy to be in his presence. She explained how her family did not see him as a fitting husband. But it did not seem to matter to him as he loved her with all his heart.

Samantha’s feelings for Rajesh only intensified. She began to feel her life with her family had become a prison with many restrictions. Did they truly love her? Or were they only interested in their position in the community?

She wanted to talk to her father again, to explain how much she loved Rajesh. But one of the wind turbines had broken down and needed his attention. It made Samantha feel like the machine was more important to him than her, his only daughter.

She made one last plea with her mother, hoping to sway her on the merits of the power of love and the way it bound two souls together. After all, didn’t she love her father? But what she learned surprised her.

Her mother explained that she had never truly loved her father. Rather, she had chosen marriage as a way of improving her status. And she believed her daughter should chart a similar course. Nay, her daughter was honor-bound to marry a man of importance in a prominent sect so as not to sully the family’s social status.

Samantha realized the situation was hopeless. Her family would never permit her to marry Rajesh. But would she be able to give him up?

She secretly met up with him and explained her dilemma. He suggested they run away together. Their love would get them through until their lives improved through prosperity. But Samantha had no idea Vishal had followed her and had witnessed the meeting.

That evening she began packing her things. Her mother discovered what she was doing and forbid her to run away with Rajesh. Samantha said she was going anyway.

She broke down in tears and explained how much she loved her family. But Rajesh made her feel special, only wanting the best for her. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. But her words only served to anger her mother.

“Samantha, I forbid it!”

“Mother, I cannot live without him! I’m sorry, but I am going!” That’s when her mother angrily stormed out of the room. Samantha did not hear her place a call to her father.

She hurried up and finished packing. Then she asked Vishal to take her to Rajesh. He helped her put her things into the vehicle. Then they drove off.

It only took a few moments before Samantha realized they were not headed in the right direction. To her consternation Vishal was taking her out of the city. “Where are we going?” she asked as an ominous feeling settled over her.

“I am taking you to see your father, Samantha. He knows how important this is to you. You must persuade him or you will be severed from your family for the rest of your life.”

“But Vishal, father is against my marriage to Rajesh!”

“You must try to convince him, Samantha! Isn’t it more important to convince at least one of your family members to understand your heart?”

She nodded in agreement as tears filled her eyes. She knew how important it was. Maybe if she tried one last time she could explain things to her father.

She soon realized they were driving out to the wind turbines. “Vishal, father is out here? But it is so late!”

“The proper function of the turbines is important to him, Samantha.”

She nodded in understanding. But something didn’t feel right. She suddenly had a bad feeling about all this.

“Vishal, I’ve changed my mind. I want you to take me home.” Maybe she could find another way to connect with Rajesh.

“Not until you see your father. He must be informed. In your heart you know this to be true.”

“Please take me back!” But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Now she became frightened.

Her fears were amplified when they arrived at the turbine being repaired. Many lights were in place, illuminating the work area. They also illuminated the fact that her mother and father were waiting for her along with several of the servants.

Vishal got out of the car, walk around and helped her out. Then he took her by the arm. Samantha felt a real stab of fear as he escorted her to the tall wind turbine where her parents and the servants were waiting.

There was a crane on the premises, no doubt for the purposes of replacing a very heavy part to the turbine. There looked to be a cable hanging from it. But when they drew closer Samantha thought she saw what appeared to be a noose instead of a cable.

Her mother angrily walked up to her. “Samantha, do you still wish to marry that boy?”

Samantha lowered her head as she replied, “Yes, mother; I do.”

“Ungrateful child!” she barked before slapping her hard across her face. “Your father and I worked hard to raise you right. And this is the way you treat us? Samantha, you have shamed us!”

“Mother, please!”

The matriarch motioned one of the servants to come over. Aseem came up to her. With a nod from her mother he proceeded to tie her arms behind her back.

“Mother?? What is going on??” But her mother said nothing.

In growing alarm she turned to her other parent. “Father, what is happening??” In response he coldly took a step back from her. The gesture was clear; he was symbolically separating himself from her.

Samantha grew desperate. “Mother, please!” That’s when Aseem grabbed the dangling rope and looped the coil around her neck.

Samantha began to hyperventilate. They really weren’t considering hanging her, were they?? But one look at the faces of her parents and the servants showed a cold, emotionless resolve.

She choked back a sob as her heart skipped a beat. Surely this couldn’t be happening, could it?? This had to be a dream! Her parents would never do this to her, would they??

“Mother?” she cried out in growing horror. But the matriarch of the family haughtily lifted her head up.

“Mother? How could you??”

“How could YOU, you ungrateful child? After all we’ve done for you?”

With a nod from her mother two servants grabbed the end of the rope. They slowly pulled until Samantha found herself looking up in horror, the knot set ominiously behind her head. Were they truly going to go through with this??

Samantha could sacredly believe it. “You’re… you’re really going to hang me, mother?”

“You told me yourself that you cannot live without him, child. What more can be done but to carry out your wishes?”

“My wishes?? No, mother! Please… let me see Rajesh one last time!”

“He is dead, child. There is only one way for you to see him now.” Then she nodded at the two servants holding onto the free end of the rope.

Samantha took a last anxious look at her father. Then the rope took her upward. She rasped for breath as her feet left the ground.

She went one… two… three feet up into the air. Her mother and father looked up at her with no emotion. Vishal simply turned his back and looked the other way.

Samantha kicked and twisted as she struggled to breathe. The rope tightened around her throat, cutting off her breath. She felt a fire in a chest as the nylon bit into her neck.

She hitched and jerked as she struggled to pull a breath of air into her lungs. Her mother and father watched her hang with no emotion in their expressions. The other servants stood around without saying a word.

Her mind cried out for Rajesh to come to her rescue. Was it true what mother had said? Was Rajesh really dead?? Had he been killed on her mother’s instructions?? Samantha did not want to believe it.

Her agony increased as a fire burned in her chest. Her lungs ached, her body struggling to breathe. The worse it got, the more animated she became as she kicked and jerked.

There was no sound but the creaking of the rope and the grunts of the servants who were keeping her aloft. Samantha felt an icy coldness envelope her, the coldness of death. She tried to breathe but couldn’t.

She kicked and twisted as though trying to loosen the coil from around her throat. It only tightened. Her horror intensified when it became apparent this was truly going to happen. They were really hanging her!

With one last painful jerk she exhausted herself. Samantha hung limp as her body gently swung back and forth. She was losing feeling in her extremities. And her body felt like it was getting colder.

Her feet fluttered as her hands flexed behind her back. Shamefully her bladder gave way. She was conscious long enough to hear her mother coldly tell the servants to tie her off and leave her there until morning. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

2019 (Jan 14 ’19)

(For ramharraja2001 and inspired by his vidcaps)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on July 27, 2020 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming August rewards

Part 4 of Shelly in Cancun.
Part 4 of 3 in the pool.
A noose resolves the issue of not enough available washing machines on laundry day.
A woman defies a curse by swimming in a pool that is supposedly haunted.
A sci-fi holodeck is put to an interesting use in Teri 5.0
Mr. Jorgenson uses a noose to resolve the issue of his wife visiting the fraternity at City University on a weekly basis.
A woman gets trapped under the cover in her backyard pool.
Zanda attends an important meeting with a bunch of businessmen for City University. She might have to give her all.
A honeymoon comes to an abrupt end in Room 228.
A woman meets a serial hangwoman and is given a unique offer.

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

It’s been two months since my relocation. I’m still getting used to my new digs. The plus side is it’s been nice and cool during these warm summer months. So it’s working out fine thus far. Mom is doing well. We went out for ice cream the other day. She’s careful when she goes out, and I’m careful when I’m around her. It looks like my vehicle needs some major work. I’ve owned it for 10 years, but it was already 6 years old when I purchased it. So it looked like I’ll be keeping my eyes open for a replacement vehicle. All that means is I’m even more appreciative to have you all as my patrons. Thank you so very much.

Riwa’s Reads updates

A cheating husband 5 (plus bonus) (7-11-20)

11993 words – $5.60

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the concluding (honeymoon) chapter of a couple recently married as they spend time on an island in the South Pacific. A bonus JustPaul illustrated story has been included.

A cheating husband 5 – William and Peyton are newlyweds honeymooning in Bora Bora. But Peyton is spending her time shopping with her friends. William continues to go around the island getting his sexual needs fulfilled in the water.

After “watching the sun go down” with Bella, William goes back to Mermaid Paradise to watch the nude mermaids dance in the glass tubes. This time he decides to watch a private performance put on special by Luna. Later there’ll be one more underwater encounter in the deck pool at their bungalow before it’s time to leave the island. (20 pages)

Urges – She has a special scratch that needs to be itched. But that means sneaking out late at night and using the pool after hours at the apartment complex. How far will she go to enjoy herself? Will she get caught? Contains an alternate ending. (10 pages; 9 renders)

Robyn’s revenge 4 (plus bonus) (7-11-20)

12921 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a couple of older stories, one of which has been requested by many fans.

Robyn’s revenge 4 – Robyn makes Emma and Holly endure orgasms galore. But those tanks are not just for decoration. It looks like Emma might find herself in one very soon. (11 pages)

The Enlightenment of Hannah 11-14 – Constance comes to Hannah with news of her mother’s disappearance. Her location is soon revealed when two of the servant girls come for Hannah. But what will happen when father comes home to find mother and daughter doing a “midair duet”? (16 pages)

Prison bundle (7-20-20)

11364 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older prison tales recently edited and posted to Patreon. I now make them available to you here.

The Cal-Nava event – I attend the public disposition of four women at the Cal-Nava penitentiary involving a large tank of water. Before that happens, two other females put on a performance in the tank. (2 parts; 19 pages)

 Prison Dispositions – A producer wants to observe the processing of inmates using the pool system with thoughts of televising them in the future. (6 pages)

Dear Diary 05 (plus bonus) (reactivated 7-20-20)

9491 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted reworking of the Dear Diary series with a reworked chapter 5.

Dear Diary 5 – It’s the day of the pool party and many of Kristen’s friends have arrived. By late afternoon those who have stayed behind are playing in the water. A breath-holding contest is suggested, one which Kristen’s mom asks to take part in. The game evolves into an underwater blowjob contest. (11 pages)

Breathless Trifecta – He has three people to dispose of including a little Japanese Private Investigator who gets caught opening the wrong door. So he decides to use three different methods of breathlessness to dispose of his three “problems”. (7 pages)

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Jynx – “Drown me!” 3.3 (10)

Posted on July 24, 2020 by riwa

The whole time I’d known her Jynx loved being underwater. I guess that’s what attracted me to her. Maybe that’s what attracted her to me.

We met at a pool by literally bumping into each other while swimming along the bottom. We laughed and then talked about how much we enjoyed holding our breath in quiet weightlessness. We spent the rest of the day holding our breath while playing on the bottom.

She quickly figured out what blowing bubbles did to me while I was in the water watching her. I would get so hard and she would see my tenting Speedos. That just made her sink to the bottom where she deliberately blew more of them.

What really got to me was when she started play-acting. She would start hitching and jerking as though she was drowning underwater. That really made my cock hard.

We got to where we would swim in public pools, going into the corner of a deep end. She would blow bubbles for me until I got really hard. Then she would try to suck me off underwater before someone got close enough to spot what we were doing.

One day we went to a pool in the morning hours when we had it mostly to ourselves. She snuggled right up to me and kissed me. Then she told me, “Now I want you to drown me.”

I playfully pushed her down into the water. She looked right up at me with what looked like fear in her eyes as she released her air. Then she started hitching and jerking around.

I thought she was really drowning, and I hastily pulled her back up. She grinned at me as she gasped for breath. “You should have seen the look on your face while I was ‘drowning’. You looked so excited and your cock was so hard. Now drown me again.”

She got a big breath before I pushed down on her shoulders again. She went right down, struggling and thrashing about. But she never once tried to knock my arms away from pushing her down.

She went into those sexy spasms again as she coughed up bubbles. Then she went limp in my grasp. I kept her down for a few moments. Then I panicked and pulled her back up.

We popped up where we both gasped for breath. She was just fine. “Let’s do it again,” she told me coyly.

She looked around to see we had that corner of the deep end all to ourselves. The nearest swimmer was clear across the pool sitting in the shallow end. Then she went under and pulled my suit down off my legs.

My hard cock sprang free. Then she gave it a tug as she declared, “Now drown me like you mean it.”

I popped her top, deciding what was good for the goose, you know? Then I pushed her under. Down she went, bubbling and wriggling about like she wanted out of my grasp (although she certainly wasn’t trying very hard).

She released a ton of sexy bubbles as she pleaded at me with her eyes. But I suddenly wasn’t sure if she was pleading for me to drown her or for me to haul her back up. I chose the former.

We went all the way to the bottom where she put on this incredible show. She coughed up this sexy burst of bubbles which triggered my climax. My cock spurted into the water as she settled onto her back ‘with her lungs flooded’.

I stared at her in amazement. Then she grinned at me. She grabbed her top and I grabbed my bottoms before the two of us returned to the surface.

“I’m glad you shot your load while I was drowning,” she giggled. “You have no idea how hard I came. We’re going to have to do that again.”

For the next several weeks we enjoyed playing those ‘drowning’ games in public pools whenever we had the deep end to ourselves. Sometimes we took a chance when someone might be close enough to see us. That just made it all the more erotic.

One night we snuck out to a pool after hours when it was dark. Jynx had wanted to, and I couldn’t tell her no despite my urges against breaking and entering. She tried to reassure me we were only going for a sexy swim on a hot, muggy night for some drowning games.

All we had was a little moonlight as we ditched our suits in the water. She went right to the bottom where she started blowing bubbles up at me. Then she rose to the surface with this knowing look in her eyes.

“Drown me! You know you want to.” And with that I pushed her down into the water.

My cock got hard; her nipples became quite erect; and she released a ton of bubbles. We went all the way to the bottom until I pushed her flat on her back. With no air in her lungs it was easy for her to remain on the bottom.

She had this blissful look on her face as she hitched and shuddered. Then she went limp. That’s when I hauled her ass back to the surface.

When we popped up she panted, “Gawd; I came so hard! You look like you were close too.”

“I WAS close.”

“Then I want you to drown me, baby! Push me down and drown me! Leave me there and I’ll come back up.”

“Drown, bitch!”

“YES!” and she glubbed as I pushed her down.

She thrashed about in my grasp, losing those sexy bubbles as I forced her to the bottom. Then she began hitching again, looking for all the world like she was vomiting at the bottom of the pool. It was so sexy the way she coughed up bubbles.

My cock almost went off as I headed for the surface. She released what little air she had left as she came up to me. She panted, “That orgasm was even more intense!” Then she gave me an accusing look.

“You didn’t cum?”

“I guess I was saving it.”

“Saving it for when I drown for you this last time?”

“Yeah.”

She reached out and stroked me. Then she whispered into my ear, “Now I really want you to drown me. Do it like you fucking mean it. Drown me and spurt your load in the water. Tell me you’re going to drown me and mean it!”

“You fucking bitch! Now I’m going to drown your fucking ass!”

“Ohgawd; do it!”

I pushed her down toward the bottom, my cock hard and throbbing. Almost immediately she gurgled in my grasp. This time her thrashing seemed incredibly realistic.

I was so turned on that I forced her all the way to the bottom. She coughed and gurgled, her body hitching like crazy. That’s when my cock went off as I spurted load after load into the water.

She settled down until she stared upward with unseeing eyes, a blissful look in her expression. A couple of sexy stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. I moaned before I headed for the surface, my own lungs empty.

I popped up gasping for breath. But Jynx never moved. She stayed like that on the bottom while looking up at me.

What the hell??

I shot down and swam right for her. I scooped her up in my arms and tried to haul her to the surface. She felt so heavy in my grasp!

I got her up and worked her out of the water. I tried doing CPR on her, but there was no response. I was heartbroken.

I called the paramedics and they came and tried to work on her. But she was gone. I told them what had happened and planned on accepting my punishment. But I guess they decided losing my girlfriend in a crazy after-hours pool stunt was punishment enough.

At the funeral I ran into her friend Diane. She saw how devastated I was and told me not to be affected by it. Then she took me aside for a private chat.

“I was talking to Jynx a few days before the drowning. She told me she was going to get you to drown her for real. She said she wanted to have a huge orgasm and that she wanted you to enjoy her final moments.”

I asked her why she did it, and she told me she didn’t really know. “I wanted to stop her, but she said she was going to do it anyway. She once told me she was going to go drown herself somewhere all alone so she wouldn’t be interrupted. Then she told me she met you. That’s when she decided she was going to try to drown for you and you alone. I don’t think she would want you to be devastated over it. And I think she would want you to go on enjoying the water.”

That sort of helped me get on with life. Somehow I was able to put it behind me. Eventually I learned to forgive myself, knowing she would have wanted it that way since it was her decision.

But sometimes she visits me in my dreams. She comes up to me naked in a pool with people all around. Then she gasps, “Drown me! Do it like you mean it!” And all around us I hear swimmers telling me to drown the whore.

I usually blurt out, “Drown, you fucking bitch!” She always gasps “YES!” Then I force her to the bottom of the pool where she thrashes about while gurgling her life away.

I always cream myself whenever that happens. Maybe it’s because in my dream we’re always surrounded by all sorts of people egging me on to drown her. And at the height of her spasms and convulsions I see guys’ cocks spurting as women eagerly rub their pussies, all of them underwater holding their breath while watching us.

(Dec 30 ’17)

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Halal Slaughter 3.9 (15)

Posted on July 18, 2020 by riwa

an edited repost from years ago

Part 1

Even now Dorothy didn’t know why she’d agreed to go through with it. The man on the Internet had described it in perfectly ghastly detail. And yet it had given her the erotic shakes something fierce.

Alisher Khan had come across to her in a rather sympathetic manner, telling her it wouldn’t take long and that it wouldn’t hurt much. He’d told her he would do it humanely, if you could even call such a grisly act humane. It was something more suited to cattle or wild game than it was to any human being. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He told her he could give her drugs to ease the pain at the final moment. But he said the drugs would probably hamper any orgasm she might have, although she would no doubt piss herself during the moment of truth. Dorothy told him she wanted the full experience and would probably ride it out without any drugs.

He gave her every chance to back out, telling her he could easily find someone else to replace her if she chose not to give her consent. That’s when she’d watched herself type the words, “Don’t give this to anyone else, love. You’ve got me all worked up. I’ll be there with bells on.”

Now she found herself sitting there staring at her computer screen, wondering if she’d gone stark raving mad. Had she given her consent because she was jealous he might get some other woman to go through with it? Or was it something much deeper, some dark fantasy far more lethal than anything she’d ever considered before?

It was impossible to sleep that night. She kept imagining herself at the crucial moment, cumming up a storm as her bladder gave way. It was crazy – she was a bloody fool for even considering it! And yet she felt like now she couldn’t back out. After all, she’d told him she would be there.

She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy the moment her friend appeared at her door the next day. Dottie instantly tried to put on her best face, hoping to get past her visit with Lindsey without giving up her deep, dark secret. For some reason Lindsey always seemed to know when she was up to something particularly kinky.

“What brings you to my humble abode?” Dorothy asked, trying to act casual. Lindsey simply eyed her dubiously.

“You can cut the crap, Dottie. I know something’s up with you. I don’t know how, but I always know. It’s like I can feel it in the air or something. So what did you get yourself into this time?”

“What makes you think I’m into something?” Dorothy asked innocently.

“Don’t try to con me, love. I woke up this morning and just had this gut feeling. But now that I’m here I can see it in your face.”

“You always were the suspicious one,” Dottie remarked, trying to downplay it. But she already knew in her heart she wasn’t going to be able to hide this one from her friend.

“I have every right to be suspicious about you and your kinks, you silly bitch. The last time you had that look on your face you allowed that guy to take you to his pool and dunk the shit out of you. As I recall, you ended up half-drowned, remember? I’ll bet you still get the erotic shakes remembering how that bloke nearly drowned you.”

Dottie’s face flushed crimson as memories of that intensely erotic event filled her mind. Almost immediately she could feel her pussy moisten. She thought she could even feel a faint strain in her lungs as she remembered how long he’d made her hold her breath until the air had burst out of her mouth. She was getting all turned on just remembering the bloody event, even though it had happened some time ago.

“See?” Lindsey crowed triumphantly, pointing right at her. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you, you silly bitch! And the time before that you hired that guy to strap you down to your caning horse. Somehow I knew you were up to something that time as well before you even gave in to him. You told me afterwards how he caned you within an inch of your kinky life and that you’d passed out on that bloody horse from one orgasm after another.” Now Dorothy was really embarrassed.

“So what is it this time?” Lindsey wanted to know. “Firing squad? Don’t tell me you found someone with a working guillotine. Did someone talk you into burning at the stake along the coast?”

Dorothy felt her heart skip a beat. Lindsey always knew how to tease her… how to get her motor running. At least she could truthfully tell her it was none of the things she’d mentioned.

“It’s nothing, hun; nothing at all. It’s just that I…”

She felt her heart rate increase dramatically as she thought again about where she would be going. There was no use trying to deceive her friend. In a trembling voice she told her, “I do have to take a little trip tomorrow.”

Gawd! Why the hell was she so breathless right now??

“AHA!” Lindsey crowed again. “I KNEW it! You ARE up to something, you silly bitch! What are you up to this time?”

“It’s nothing,” Dorothy sputtered much too quickly. “It’s just a trip I’ve got to take is all.”

Lindsey wasn’t buying it for a second. “Unh hunh! Mind telling me where you’re going, love?”

Dorothy was certain Lindsey would have her committed if she knew. “If I told you, you’d try to talk me out of it.”

Now she was trembling like a leaf. She couldn’t stop thinking about where she was going and what was going to happen to her. She was dripping from a shameful arousal right in front of her friend.

Lindsey looked at her closely as though peering right into her soul. “Bloody hell, love. I can tell this one’s really got you all worked up. You look like you’ve been cumming all day long.”

Dorothy blushed again, knowing her friend wasn’t that far off. “I, uh… it HAS been a long day.”

Lindsey snorted, “I’ll BET it has, you silly bitch! That good, is it? So what’s it going to be this time? What’s it going to be that requires you to fly out of the country? I assume you ARE flying out of the country; aren’t you, love?”

“Yes, I’m flying out,” Dorothy admitted, her body trembling like mad. There really was no use hiding it from her. Lindsey was going to find out one way or the other.

“So what’s it going to be?” her friend persisted. “Burning at the stake? Cement shoes in somebody’s backyard pool? Does he want to take your bloody head off? What’s he going to do to you, you silly bitch?”

For the moment there was no way she was telling Lindsey about her plans. All she could do was sputter, “You, uh… you don’t want to know.”

Dorothy couldn’t get the image out of her mind, the word picture he’d described of her final moments in such vivid detail. It sounded horribly graphic. She still didn’t know why she’d given her consent.

Lindsey frowned, intently studying her friend’s face for anything that might give her a clue as to what the crazy bitch might be up to. Then she sighed heavily, shaking her head. “Maybe I’d better tag along on this one, love.”

Dorothy looked at her and gulped nervously. She wasn’t sure it was a good idea allowing Lindsey to come along with her. After all, she’d given the guy her consent. Once she found out, her friend would no doubt try to talk her out of it.

But what if she chose not to interfere? What if Lindsey went along and calmly watched it all happen like an impartial observer? Hell, what if she actually got off on it??

The thought of Lindsey getting turned on watching what he was going to do to her gave Dorothy an erotic rush. Her knees almost buckled underneath her. Then she gave it a little more thought.

What if he decided to do Lindsey as well? That thought was particularly unsettling. But oddly it was terribly erotic imagining him doing her friend right after he’d done her.

Dorothy took a deep breath. Then she told her, “I really don’t think you want to be coming along.”

Lindsey was suddenly adamant. “What? And miss all the fun? You deserve a good caning, love, just for getting yourself all worked up like this. Whatever he’s going to do to you must be something special if it’s got your liver in such a quiver. I really think I should be there when it happens; don’t you? If it’s got you this bloody excited, I just might want to consider joining in on all the fun.”

“Trust me; you don’t want in on this one.” But she was already having arousing mental images of what might happen to her friend if she got all caught up in it as well. What the hell had she been drinking to consent to such a crazy proposition??

Lindsey was highly suspicious and wasn’t about to back down. That’s when she put her foot down. “I’m tagging along on this one, love, whether you like it or not, ok?”

Dorothy exhaled heavily. There was no way of saying no to her friend, not when she was this determined. “All right – all right; you can tag along. But I’m doing this all by myself; ok? Trust me on this. At least you’ll be there to watch me when it happens. You’ll probably get a kick out of it, telling me it serves me right.”

Lindsey grinned at her. “You definitely are a kinky one, you silly bitch. Now tell me where we’re flying off to.”

Dorothy took a deep breath before telling her the crazy news. “Islamabad, Lindsey. Tomorrow we’re flying off to Islamabad.”

The mental image of what was going to happen to her returned in a rush. Dorothy could not help trembling noticeably. Lindsey was understandably shocked.

“Islamabad?? Bloody hell, love! What the hell did you get yourself into this time??”

—

Dorothy had to make preparations before they left for the airport. So she shaved her pubes, put her blonde hair up into a pony tail and then picked out a nice dress to wear along with some nice earrings. She also urinated a couple of times, both from her fear and from an intense arousal.

Now that she was on the plane in midair, Dorothy’s head was in another world. She’d nearly orgasmed when they’d stepped on board. She simply couldn’t stop thinking about it… and she couldn’t stop trembling. Even with her friend tagging along she didn’t think she could make herself put a stop to it.

What was she thinking when she’d accepted his proposal? Was she insane? Was having the orgasm to end all orgasms worth the price she was about to pay??

She really had no idea. But she had to admit she was thankful for her Lindsey’s presence. It had a calming effect on her… that is, until her mind would drift once again to what she mentally pictured would happen to her at that fateful moment.

During the flight Lindsey tried several times to get the truth out of her. But Dorothy’s lips remained sealed. She simply couldn’t risk sharing with her friend what was going to happen to her until the very end when it would be too late. Otherwise she was sure Lindsey would try to talk her out of it.

The problem was: at this point she didn’t know if she even could be talked out of it! She kept reminding herself how she’d given her consent. Thus, he was supposedly waiting for her at the airport. She felt like she had to keep her word regardless of the consequences.

Dorothy had been in a constant state of arousal ever since her last chat with him over the Internet. The fact she was soon going to give her life away only intensified her feelings. Even with the comforting presence of Lindsey sitting next to her she still couldn’t help herself.

Lindsey had been right of course. Somehow her friend always seemed to know when something big was up or when she was about to engage in some particularly kinky play. Lindsey could read her like a book. Dottie sighed, realizing it shouldn’t have been all that surprising for her to show up at her door unexpectedly, much less deciding to accompany her.

So what would happen once they arrived at their destination? Would Lindsey put up a protest? Or would she calmly sit back and watch, giving in to her friend’s crazy desires by witnessing her final moments?

Would she get off on it? Would Lindsey gleefully watch her get what she had coming to her? Dorothy shuddered from a terrible arousal. But she was also experiencing a gnawing dread as she now experienced the last few hours of her life.

‘But what about Lindsey?’ she wondered uncertainly. ‘What if he decided he couldn’t allow any witnesses? What if he tied up her friend and did the same thing to her? What if Lindsey was so aroused that she volunteered to go next? Bloody hell; was that even possible??’

Dorothy gasped and trembled, getting the shakes something fierce. Now she was imagining Alisher Khan doing Lindsey as well. Wouldn’t it be terribly erotic watching him do her friend first?? Bloody hell; this was insanity!

Dorothy sighed as she reclined in her seat. Lindsey gave her a dubious look before shaking her head and sighing heavily. “That bad; eh, you silly bitch? Something tells me I’m going to get far more than I bargained for by tagging along on this crazy venture of yours.”

Dorothy looked back at her before smiling sheepishly. She was in too deep now. All she could do was play it out and see what would happen once they arrived at their destination.

—

Her Internet contact was waiting for them at the airport when they landed in Pakistan. The minute she saw his familiar Arab features from the pictures he sent, both her fear and arousal intensified exponentially. He bowed as he greeted her, telling her everything was ready.

He looked alarmed when she motioned at her companion. “This is my friend Lindsey,” Dorothy explained in a trembling voice. “She insisted on coming.”

“I see,” he responded carefully. “Is she also going to…?”

“No, she’s not,” Dorothy told him quickly. “She’s just here to observe.”

“The hell I am!” Lindsey spoke up indignantly. “I’m in this up to my eyeballs now, love! Whatever you do to Dottie, you’re also doing to me! Understand?”

He looked at her with a knowing smile before nodding agreeably. Dorothy’s eyes flew open in horror. “No!” she squawked in a quivering voice, her arousal intensifying. “Not this time! You don’t understand!” But Lindsey was adamant.

“I’ve come this far, love. I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss out on all the fun! If you’re this bloody riled up, that means it’s got to be good.”

“No!” Dottie gasped again, shaking her head.

The Arab lifted up a hand to silence them. “It is ok,” he declared solemnly. “She can change her mind once we reach our destination.”

Dottie looked at him and nodded. But she saw a look of sheer determination on the face of her friend. Now she was really worked up, her body trembling from an insane arousal. Was Lindsey really going to take part once she found out what was going to happen to her??

Part 2

Dorothy became anxious the longer it took them to drive up into the hills. They both sat quietly in the back seat of his American Continental. It was a vehicle he had thoughtfully arranged so they could ride in comfort.

The two friends sat quietly, both deep in thought. Dorothy was the more fidgety of the two. She couldn’t help wondering what was going through Lindsey’s mind at that very moment.

She had to keep telling herself this was really going to happen. He’d told her the trip would only take 40 minutes. She would be dead in less than an hour. She was so terribly excited that her body almost felt like it was one gigantic orgasm in progress.

Lindsey looked at her and shook her head, rolling her eyes with amusement. Obviously the coming attraction had to be extra special to have Dottie so utterly distracted, and so obviously worked up. If it was going to be that good, she definitely wanted to take part.

This whole bloody thing was crazy as hell.  Dorothy much kinkier than she could ever be for herself. But she wasn’t without a few kinks of her own.

Time became precious to Dorothy as it raced toward her doom. Low moans kept bubbling up from somewhere deep inside her, forcing her to try to swallow them back down. Lindsey kept turning to look at her, only to shake her head in resignation. Stupid, silly bitch!

When Alisher pulled off the dirt road, Dorothy let out a low moan. She trembled like crazy as her friend looked all around. Lindsey was both confused and unnerved. There didn’t seem to be anything here!

“We will walk from here, ladies,” Alisher told them from the front seat. “It is not far. I have water for you both.”

He passed two bottles back to them. Each one gratefully accepted, gulping much of the liquid down. Then all three got out of the vehicle and began the hike into the hills.

It only took about ten minutes before they descended down into a small gully that was hidden from prying eyes. The friends saw what looked like a small encampment with a single pitched tent. Almost immediately Dorothy began hyperventilating.

“We have arrived,” he said plainly. Then he looked at Dorothy who was trembling violently. “Do you wish to wear that outfit you are in? Or would you like to be naked?”

Dorothy looked all around in horror, realizing she was about to die in this very spot. She blinked at him and then numbly started to strip. The entire time she could hear her mind screaming, “THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! I’M REALLY HERE! I’M ABOUT TO DIE RIGHT HERE! WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING??”

Lindsey looked at her friend as though she was crazy. You’re stripping, love? Under this sun?? You’re going to burn yourself, you silly bitch!”

Dorothy moaned softly as she mechanically removed all her attire. Lindsey sighed as she shook her head. ‘When in Rome…’ she thought as she too began stripping out of her clothes.

“Silly bitch!” Lindsey muttered under her breath. “Ok, love! I’ll go along with you on this one, ok? But believe you me: this is the last time I get involved in one of your kinky plays; got it?”

Dorothy looked at her in astonishment. It was obvious she still didn’t understand. Dottie was so excited she thought she was going to orgasm right then and there. Her chest heaved as her heart raced.

For the life of her Lindsey simply couldn’t imagine what had gotten her friend all riled up. She had an uneasy feeling about all this. But she had already dismissed one disturbing thought as being far too unlikely.

Actually, she’d dismissed it ever since they’d taken the cab to the airport. She’d even tried to dismiss it on the plane. Now she began to feel a strange sense of foreboding as she neatly folded her clothes and added them to Dorothy’s pile.

While they undressed their host walked to the tent and appeared to rummage around inside. They were both naked when he returned with brown tape. Immediately he went to work binding their wrists behind their backs.

“Bondage, ah?” Lindsey said to her friend with an amused little smile. “Kinky… I should have guessed.” But something didn’t feel right. She was becoming more unnerved by the moment.

Dorothy wanted to say something to her friend about what was going to happen to them next. She wanted to say her goodbyes. Dorothy wanted to tell the truth about what she’d gotten them into.

Hell, she even wanted to apologize! But she was numb with fear and arousal. She couldn’t speak as her vocal chords had locked up on her.

The Arab pushed Dorothy onto her knees and then onto her stomach, facing downhill. “Hey!” Lindsey gasped in alarm when she saw what he was doing to her friend. “Is this really necessary?”

“Do not be alarmed,” he explained calmly. “It will be all right; I assure you.”

She looked at him dubiously, watching as he taped her friend’s ankles and knees together. Dorothy was left virtually hogtied and vulnerable, whimpering pitifully. “That’s a good look for you, love,” she tried to chuckle, even as alarm bells started going off in her head.

When he was finished with Dorothy he turned to her and grabbed her. He forced her down onto her knees and then onto her stomach as well. “What happens next, Dottie?” she asked, suddenly feeling a lot more anxious.

Lindsey tried a little humor to feel less apprehensive. “This is a good position for caning, I suppose. I hope he canes you really hard. You bloody well deserve it, you silly bitch. But I’ll just take a spanking; thank you very much.” The horrified look in her friend’s eyes only left her feeling even more alarmed.

Lindsey had her ankles and knees taped together just like he’d done to Dottie. “This is crazy, love,” she murmured at her friend. Dorothy just stared at her in shock, her mouth opening and closing, yet still unable to make any words come out.

“We are ready,” the Arab announced solemnly. “I will now retrieve the daggers.”

Dorothy inhaled sharply as he headed for the tent. She writhed and whimpered from a mixture of terror as well as an intense sexual excitement.

Lindsey looked over at her in alarm, her heart rate spiking. “Dottie, did he say ‘daggers’? What the hell haven’t you told me, love? Daggers??”

Dorothy was frozen with fear. Her life was about to end in mere moments. And now so was Lindsey’s.

Alisher Khan returned and ceremonially placed two curved daggers upon the sandy soil in front of the heads of both women. “BLOODY HELL!” Lindsey exclaimed as extreme fear gripped her heart. “DOTTIE, WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING??”

“You do not know?” he asked, looking at Dorothy in surprise. “She did not tell you? Then I will explain so that you will understand.”

He climbed on Lindsey’s back and straddled her, causing her to writhe and whimper anxiously. He took up the dagger and held it in front of her face. Then he began to speak slowly, talking to her as though calmly explaining the procedure to a child…

“This is Halal slaughter, the proper method of slaughtering animals for food. I will now cut your throat from ear to ear. This will sever your food pipe, your wind pipe and your two jugular veins. But I will not sever your spine as this would cause heart attack.”

“The cut will be very painful, but the pain will last only a few seconds before you lose consciousness. I will butcher you both and then eat you. Then we shall all become immortal together.”

Lindsey was horrified as she started to tremble. “Halal slaughter??!! BLOODY HELL!”

She began hyperventilating like crazy, staring at her friend in complete and utter shock. “DOTTIE, IS HE REALLY GOING TO KILL US AND EAT US?? BLOODY HELL, LOVE! IS THIS WHAT YOU AGREED TO?? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING??!!”

She was almost in hysterics. All Dorothy could do was pant heavily, her eyes wide in horrific arousal. It was much too late to change anything now.

The Arab gently patted Lindsey on the head as though patting the head of a child. Then he grabbed her by a handful of hair. He calmly pulled her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat before bringing the dagger up against it.

“It is ok if you orgasm and pee,” he explained gently. “It will make the blood pump faster. It is no good for the body to be filled with blood. There are many germs in blood.”

Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to find the words. Her mind simply could not fathom what was happening to her. This had to be some horrific nightmare!

In one swift motion he brought the blade across her neck. It easily cut right through her throat as he declared, “Praise Allah!” Lindsey barely started to cry out before her voice was silenced forever…

“DOTTIE, DO SUH-AAURUGGURUGLRUGLUGLUGGLU!”

Blood shot out of her neck in a thick stream. The flow pumped furiously out of her body as her heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes flew open in shock, her lips moving as she attempted to communicate.

Alisher Khan did not sever her spine. Thus, it allowed Lindsey’s heart to keep beating. It rapidly pumped the life’s blood out of her severed neck.

Her naked body instinctively bucked and twisted underneath him for several agonizing seconds. Lindsey was all caught up in a violent orgasm as her bladder released. But he was not distracted from his task in the slightest.

He kept her head tipped back for several seconds. The stream of blood lessened. It flowed downhill away from her, just as he had planned.

Her expression sagged as the pain finally took away her consciousness. Then the lack of blood and oxygen to her brain took away her life. Her dying heart continued to pump her dry.

Dorothy stared in utter horror as it swelled inside her. A moment later she promptly wet herself as the fear made her climax intensely. This would be her fate within the next few moments.

She moaned weakly, her mouth open in a silent scream. But she was unable to find her voice. Despite all her preparations and foreknowledge, it was far worse than she could have possibly imagined.

There was nothing cruel in Alisher’s posture. He simply appeared to be doing his work. But Dorothy’s mind was screaming now…LINDSEY! OHBLOODYHELL; LINDSEY! HE’S REALLY SLAUGHTERED YOU! AND NOW I’M NEXT!

Alisher gently lowered Lindsey’s head as though treating her with care. He carefully placed the bloody dagger upon the ground. Then he calmly rose up.

He moved and stood over Dorothy, causing her to gasp in horror. He lowered himself upon her, straddling her to keep her from writhing around. He sounded compassionate as he spoke to her.

“Do you understand now, Dorothy? I was merciful; it happened very fast. Now it is your turn. It was good I brought a second dagger. I do not wish to defile you with a soiled blade from a previous slaughter.”

He grabbed her by a handful of hair before pulling her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat. Dorothy panted heavily, her chest heaving as she whimpered and moaned. She could not find her voice to scream.

Alisher calmly picked up the dagger. Then he brought it against her neck. Dorothy inhaled sharply as he declared, “Praise Allah.”

Dorothy promptly wet herself as she climaxed so very, very hard. Her mind screamed, “BLOODY HELL, NOOOOOOOOO!” Then the blade cut deeply across her throat.

Her eyes flew open as she gurgled her life’s blood away. Her breath hissed out through her severed windpipe. Blood poured onto the ground, flowing downhill away from her as he had so carefully arranged.

Dorothy was aware of her bladder emptying itself. Her body shuddered from an orgasm so incredibly intense. Then her life flashed before her eyes.

Her senses began to diminish due to her brain’s lack of blood and oxygen. For a few seconds she found herself in the midst of a hallucination. Strangely she was back home in her basement, strapped down to her spanking horse.

Lindsey had the cane in her hand and was all but furious with her. “This is what you get for getting us killed, you silly, stupid bitch!” Then her friend started caning the shit out of her.

The last thing she heard were the screams in her mind. The last thing she felt was a fire on her bum as well as what felt like an orgasm to end all orgasms. Then everything went black, the darkness of oblivion…

Alisher gently lowered Dorothy’s head, taking a few moments to admire the look on her face. “You and your friend died well,” he told her. Then he placed the dagger upon the ground as he had done the other one, careful to keep the blade elevated so as not to touch the soil.

Dorothy’s corpse was gently spasming as he got up. Alisher went into the tent and retrieved a couple sheets of plastic as well as some water for his hands. He returned and carefully laid out the sheets upon the ground.

He rolled Lindsey’s naked body onto one sheet onto her back. She stared upward with lifeless eyes, her mouth gaping in shock. She had been an unexpected bonus.

He rolled Dorothy onto her back on the other. Her naked corpse was barely twitching now. It was time to complete the work.

He started by finishing the task on both heads. First, he severed Lindsey’s spinal column before pulling her tongue down through her neck and severing it. Then he set her head upright as though she might want to observe his handiwork.

Dorothy’s head was next; her spinal cord severed. Then her tongue was pulled down through the neck and cut off. “You may want to observe,” he told her.

He propped her head up so her sightless eyes could view his handiwork. He cut off Lindsey’s hands and feet, setting them aside on a corner of the sheet. Then he cut her arms and legs in three places, also setting them aside. Finally he cut her open from her breastbone down to her pubic area.

He carefully removed all of her entrails, setting aside her liver. He cut off her nipples, saving those. Then he cut off the fatty tissue of her breasts, intending them for disposal.

Next he turned his attention to Dorothy. He washed his hands of Lindsey’s blood before cutting off her friend’s hands and legs. He removed her nipples and breasts the same way before gutting her.

He neatly set aside all the meaty parts. Then he retrieved some wrapping paper to preserve the edible material. Lastly he retrieved a spade from his tent.

He proceeded to dig a large hole. In it he threw what was not useable from both women. Into the hole went the hands, feet, breasts and other body parts.

He tossed their clothes in along with the entrails of both friends. Then he carefully took both heads. He lovingly set them into the hole he had dug so they were facing each other.

He could tell they had loved each other in life. Now he wanted them to face each other forever in the afterlife. When that was completed, he filled in the hole.

He quickly gathered up the wrapped meat and put it into a cooler he’d brought along. Then he carried the cooler along with several other items back to the car. It took several trips until there was no sign of the campsite other than the blood staining the ground. That would wash away come the next rains.

He got into his car and drove home. Then he put the meat away except for the nipples and livers of both women. These he cooked and ate so he could feel at one with them both.

Now he was a satisfied man. They would all be immortal together. He had fulfilled Dorothy’s greatest fantasy.

He was certain she had orgasmed intensely while watching her friend die before her. And he was fairly certain she had orgasmed again at the moment of her death. They would all meet again in the afterlife where they would share with him their experience of being halal slaughtered at his hands.

2012; 2020 (written for Dorothy and Lindsey Feb 3 ’12; ed. Jan 22 ‘20 by riwa)

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Sasha 4.3 (19)

Posted on July 13, 2020 by riwa

I had reached the end of my time with Mistress. It had been a nice, long run. But she had finally grown tired of me. I think it was the younger girls she’d brought in that were distracting her from spending more time with me.

I missed our time together and her erotic abuse. The orgasms she’d forced upon me were incredible. I would have given anything to have regained her attention. But it was not to be, not with her spending time with those younger bitches.

When she told me it was time to go, she gave me my choice of erotic demises. What I missed most were our times together in the water. So I told her I wanted her to drown me.

As soon as I’d said it, she perked right up. I knew then I’d gotten her attention. She loved abusing bitches in the water.

It was her favorite way of torturing a girl. And I knew she loved drowning them most of all. So I’d chosen for her to enjoy our last moment together by her drowning me.

That afternoon I found myself tied up and helpless in her fishtank. She loved to call it her “tank of sexy bubbles”. I called it her “underwater torture tank” as the orgasms I received in it were exquisite torture.

When she got in with me I saw she’d put on her strap-on. That meant I was going to get an underwater fucking. Did she want me to cum as I drowned?

She savagely dunked me a few times; oh, how she dunked me! It scared me as it always did. But it also gave me such an erotic thrill to be used for her sadistic purposes.

She pulled my head up, allowing me to gasp for breath. Then she lovingly caressed my hair. That’s when I realized just how much I had missed her attention.

“So this is the way you want to go?” she purred at me.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You know I love drowning sexy bitches, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Suck water, bitch!” and down I went.

I bubbled after having been caught off guard. She reached under and groped my tits. I moaned and bubbled some more.

She pulled me back up, allowing me to gasp for breath again. “You know I’m looking forward to drowning your sweet ass; right?” Then she pulled me over backward, taking me down on top of her.

I struggled in her grasp, knowing how much it turned her on. I tried to hold my breath. But my heart was pounding a mile a minute from my fear and arousal.

I felt the dildo in the small of my back as she made me hold my breath. She is much better at breath-holding than I. I knew I could drown if she decided to keep me down long enough. But I suspected she didn’t want to drown me without first allowing me to feel the strap-on.

She let me back up and I came up gasping. Then she forced me back down on my knees, her hand grabbing onto my hair again as I bubbled helplessly. Up at the surface I heard her gasp, “You wanna get fucked, Sasha?”

I bubbled and nodded. My response was not satisfactory. “I said ‘Do you wanna get fucked’??” I nodded and bubbled again.

She let me up and I came up gasping. Then she worked herself around in front of me. “Get my cock, ready!” and she pulled my head down.

She forced it between my lips and fucked my mouth hard. I gagged up bubbles as she hit the back of my throat. “Do you want to drown for me, Sasha?” I grunted and nodded with a mouthful of “cock”.

She pulled me up for a quick gasp for breath before pulling me right back down. My heart was going a mile a minute. I was growing more fearful, even as my arousal intensified.

She gagged me with her “cock” several times before letting me up to catch my breath. I gasped loudly, panting like crazy. I could tell by her erect nipples as well as the look in her eyes just how turned on she was. It had been too long.

She turned me around and forced my head back down. “Shall I fuck you as you drown, Sasha?” I bubbled as I nodded. “I said ‘Shall I fuck you as I drown you’?” I nodded as I bubbled again.

My head was still being forced underwater when I felt her push it inside me. Then she really started ramming me with it. I cried out with fear and excitement, bubbling like crazy.

She pulled my head up out of the water, reaching around to maul my tits. “Don’t you dare cum yet!” she hissed into my ear. “Now beg me to fuck your ass and drown you!” Then she forced my head back down into the water as she really fucked me hard.

“FUCK ME!” I bubbled as she thrust pleasure into my throbbing cunt with that strap-on. “FUCK ME HARD! DROWN ME, MISTRESS!” After all, her excitement was my excitement.

She pulled me up for one quick gasp for breath. Then my head was shoved back under as she fucked me hard. I bubbled as I cried out.

She pushed my lungs until I was sure she was going to drown me. But I heard her voice telling me I couldn’t cum yet. I wasn’t sure I could hold off from the fear and arousal.

Another quick breath and then back down and fucked. Another quick breath and then submerged again. I cried out as it swelled within me.

“DO YOU WANNA CUM, SASHA? DO YOU WANNA CUM?”

“YES, MISTRESS!” I cried out in a froth of bubbles. My lungs were heaving like crazy.

“CUM FOR ME, SASHA! CUM FOR ME AND SUCK WATER!”

It swelled within me until I couldn’t hold back. Then I was cumming like crazy. My lungs were on fire; I was sure I couldn’t hold my breath another second longer. Then she pulled my head up.

I came up gasping wildly for breath. The orgasm had been intense and welcome. Gawd; how I’d missed them!

“I had no idea how much I missed playing with you underwater,” Mistress told me as she panted for breath. Then she reached for the dive mask and snorkel she’d left on a nearby table. “I’m glad you chose drowning. I’m going to love watching you drown.”

“I live for your pleasure, Mistress.”

I felt an erotic jolt as she got herself ready. “Now, baby,” she told me with affection in her eyes. “Now I’m going to get off watching you drown.”

I felt another erotic jolt as she submerged. Then she grabbed my chest rope and pulled me down. I bubbled as I was hit with a surge of fear and incredible arousal.

She moaned with lust as she looked right at me. In no time at all I felt my lungs start to burn. I hadn’t gotten much of a breath. But I think she wanted it this way.

She kept me down with her as my lungs really began to ache. I saw the lust in her eyes. She was really looking forward to watching me drown.

It wasn’t long before I felt a surge of panic. I struggled violently in her grasp. But I could not escape, nor would she release me.

I heard her moan, “Yes – yes – YES!” Then my lungs gave out. My eyes flew open in horror as I started swallowing water.

Mistress went nuts… “Yes, baby; yes! Drown for me! Fuck; I’m cumming hard!” Then I was cumming right along with her as my lungs opened up.

I was cumming up a storm, but the drowning hurt like hell. Mistress screamed her orgasm as she held onto me. I shuddered one last time before going limp.

Mistress kept me down for the longest time, panting into the snorkel as she looked at my lifeless eyes. “Fuck, Sasha; that was incredible! I’m going to remember this moment for as long as I live!” Had I still been alive I would have been thankful for bringing her such pleasure.

(Aug 30 ’17)

(Inspired by pics from waterbondage.com)

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