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Coming December rewards
More of the Island of death row inmates.
The third chapter to the club story A Night to Remember.
The second half to the public execution (drowning) story.
The second half to the wedding whore.
Another Terrie story.
Paola meets her end.
Pamela in her hot tub.
And a couple of shorts.

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

This month I’ve had dental work and I’m getting new glasses. So I really appreciate you being my patrons. Thank you so much.

I plan on being with mom for Thanksgiving. But there’s a winter storm coming in. I suppose I’d better stock up on a few groceries so I can stay warm indoors and write for you.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Island 19-20 (11-9-19)

18999 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 Jaime visiting the Club.

Island 19-20 – The Boss takes disciplinary action against his hostess Maggie after she improperly reacts during a stressful situation. Will she survive her underwater discipline? In the next chapter, it is Karla and Eva’s turn to face similar disciplinary measures in the pool. (20 pages)

Jaime 24-25 – Jaime is sitting in the electrified chair up onstage. But she is not the only one up there, as all the devices are occupied. When a game of chance is suggested, who will come down off the stage in one piece? In the next chapter, John takes his wife and their next door neighbor to one of those special rooms. But did the games on the Entertainment stage inspire him to play more risky games with Jaime and Sylvia? (16 pages)

JQpublic bundle 2 (reactivated 11-9-19)

16948 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted trio of stories previously written for JQPublic several years ago. My thanks to JustPaul for the bundle cover illustration.

Spontaneous Combustion – Spencer meets up with his soon-to-be-divorced wife Heidi in Costa Rica, hoping to get some money out of her. After an argument ensues, he angrily tosses her wedding ring into the pool and then deliberately traps her under the cover when she swims down to retrieve it. (11 pages)

Transference – An older couple lure a college freshman to their home. But they are not what they seem. They have a special way of “feeding off her energy” that requires her ending up in their pool. (13 pages)

Former Lovers – Former female lovers reunite to enjoy a night of fun, until old issues of jealousy resurface. (13 pages)

Dear Diary 07 (plus bonus) (reactivated 11-9-19)

15396 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted continuation of the Dear Diary series. I included a bonus story.

Dear Diary 07 – Kristen and Tina come back from the mall, only to discover her mother and brother are naked in the pool. Their fight at the mall is totally forgotten as they change into their swimsuits and rush downstairs to watch them in the water. Before playtime in the pool is over, the two best friends will get to experience far more while holding their breath than they could have possibly imagined. (16 pages)

Needing to be Ravished – Kelly sets up one of her regulars at the pool with a friend of hers. But she secretly likes him and wants him for herself. After he breaks up with her friend, she decides to be loyal and gives him a piece of her mind. But when he playfully pulls her into the pool with him, she discovers she wants far more out of him than to simply give him a thorough tongue lashing. (13 pages)

A cheating husband 3 (plus bonus) (11-26-19)

15945 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a continuation of a story about a couple on their honeymoon in the South Pacific. A bonus story has been included.

A cheating husband 3 – William and Peyton are newlyweds honeymooning in Bora Bora. But Peyton is spending her time shopping with her friends and is not interested in scuba diving. William takes another diving course before later going out alone with the instructor for some “additional training”. (17 pages)

Her last ‘swimming lesson’ – Suzanne and Michelle are live-in lovers. Every night they play in the bathtub where Chelle gets a ‘swimming lesson’. But when Suzi learns her Chelle is taking up with another female, she threatens to give her one last lesson that won’t ever be forgotten. (15 pages)

The motel pool (plus bonus) (11-26-19)

15041 words – $6.00

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

The motel pool – Emma is at it again. She teases two men at a bar who are with their girlfriends. Later she gives them blowjobs in the motel pool. But retribution comes calling when the girlfriends show up. (19 pages)

A ride on the captain’s boat – Dorothy and Emma are invited to go out on a boat ride. Of course they must “pay” for their ride. Will getting back to shore prove to be a problem? (12 pages)

Spa Attack (plus bonus story) (reactivated 11-26-19)

5763 words – $4.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of reposted stories inspired by a couple of JustPaul renders.

Spa Attack – He spots a sexy, naked woman getting herself off in an outdoor spa. He becomes so turned on while watching her that he is determined to join her. He decides that she’s going to help get him off or suffer the consequences. (12 pages; 8 renders)

Erotic Breath-holding – Sheila instructs her two teammates Marissa and Tennille to work on their breath-holding abilities to improve their synchro routines. But one of the girls gets the wicked idea to include their team captain in a little bit of “extracurricular activity”. (9 pages)

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Dark Fetish Model 4.5 (12)

She told me she wanted to be a dark fetish model. I told her I would come and take pictures for her portfolio. She agreed.

I went to her house and discovered she’d put on a skimpy bikini and some footwear that showed off her toes. I started taking pictures while she posed on the counter. Then I asked if I could bring in a prop for our photo shoot. She said it was ok with her.

I went out and brought in a rope with one end fashioned into a noose. I asked if I could hook it into the ceiling above her for more photos. I told her adding a dark fetish object in her pictures would enhance her reputation as a dark fetish model.

She said it would be ok, so I hooked up the noose into her ceiling. Then I started taking photos with the noose in the picture. She seemed to like that.

I used the noose to frame her face in a couple of the photos. Then she asked if I wanted to take a couple pictures with her head in the noose. I told her that would certainly make her look like a dark fetish model.

She came down from the counter, stood under the rope and put her head in the noose. I took several more pictures as she stood there posing. Then she smiled as she brought her hands behind her back as though she was all tied up.

I took a few more pictures. But I tried to take them so her hands were not visible. I said if people saw she was not tied they might not take her seriously.

She asked what would happen if she removed her bikini top and I used it to tie her hands behind her back. I told her I thought it would add to the pictures I was taking. So she offered to remove it for me.

I snapped pictures of her taking it off. Then I used it to tie her arms behind her back. She stuck her chest out so I could get good pictures of her tits, what she called her best features.

She asked how the pictures were coming. I told her I thought she was going to make a great fetish model. It was just too bad we couldn’t make the noose photos more realistic.

She asked what I meant by that. I told her she was just standing there, but there was no element of a real hanging. She was simply posing. If it looked like she was getting ready to hang, the pictures might get a better reaction.

She told me she had a little footstool in the living room. So I went and fetched it. I put it under the hook for the noose and watched as she climbed on.

She stood there looking worried as I snapped photos. Then she looked excited, nervous, happy and terrified. I snapped pictures of each expression she wore.

She asked what I thought, and I told her this looked much better. I said what might really sell the pictures was if the noose was tighter and she was up on her toes. Then I gave her a look before telling her I didn’t think she could balance very well and that we’d better not.

She gave me a snort of disgust as she tried to rise up on her toes. Her balance wasn’t very good and I told her so. “Tighten the noose,” she told me. “That will help me maintain my balance.”

I tightened the noose and pulled her up onto the tips of her toes. “Better?” I asked. “Can you balance a little better?” She nodded as she rasped a little for breath.

I took more photos, telling her the way her nipples were erect would really sell the photos. She was too busy trying to get a decent breath. But she nodded as though she understood what I was trying to say.

I looked her up and down and told her she was the best fetish model I had seen thus far. She smiled as she rasped a little. Her arms jerked somewhat behind her back.

“Shall I take the best pictures that will make you look like the perfect dark fetish model?” She nodded her head as though urging me to hurry it up so she could come down.

“Ok, Laura.” Then I put my foot on the stool and shoved it out from underneath her.

Her expression changed to one of horror as her feet fluttered for the floor. “These are perfect!” I gasped as I snapped pic after pic. “Laura, you’re doing great! You’re the best model I’ve seen!”

She kicked and twisted, her mouth opening and closing as she rasped for breath. I told her she was strangling wonderfully. Everyone was going to know she was a real dark fetish model for sure. She just rasped and gurgled as her legs kicked.

She thrust her chest out, her breasts bouncing as her lungs heaved breathlessly. I snapped all the pictures I could get as she kicked, danced and spun. She finally settled down, her legs fluttering as her feet cocked and curled.

I told her, “Laura, I think these are going to be great.” That’s when I saw urine trickling down her legs. “Aww, you didn’t have to do that for me, Laura. But it will certainly take more pictures of that so I can add them to your portfolio.” And with that I snapped several more photos showing the urine dripping off her feet.

She hung limp and quiet, gently swaying back and forth. She looked so sexy that I snapped several more pictures before I left. I told her, “Thanks, Laura. I think you’re going to make a great dark fetish model. I’ll let you know when I hear back from that website.” Then I waved with a smile, telling her she could keep the rope.

2017 (Dec 14 ’17)

(Inspired by Laura Necro’s manip)

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Snuffing Scarlett 4.2 (17)

Sometimes as a Mistress you have to make hard decisions. Otherwise those in your charge will not take you seriously. Oh, sometimes they’ll try to please you when they think it’s to their benefit. But you have to continually show them who’s boss or they’ll take advantage of you as often as possible.

Take Scarlett for instance. I loved her red hair. She had lovely breasts and was a favorite of mine. But she quickly discovered my fondness for her and tried to make the most of it.

Oh, she was adequate when it came to pleasing me. But I had others who put forth a more concerted effort to get on my good side. Scarlett seemed to think that wasn’t wholly necessary.

I finally came to the conclusion she could no longer be my favorite if she gave less than one hundred percent to please me. I decided she would have to go. And because of her stubbornness, I deduced there was only one way of dealing with the situation.

I summoned her to the dungeon which was reserved for the times I wanted to reveal my more sadistic side to my charges. Scarlett gave me a look of defiance after I instructed her to strip down to her underwear. For a moment I thought she would actually disobey me. But she finally came around, further cementing the decision I’d already come to.

After she was undressed I bid her to sit in the chair. She gave me a look that again made me question whether or not she would comply. But she finally did as she was told.

I began to secure her to the chair, starting with her wrists and then moving up to her elbows. I sighed as I told her, “We’ve been having some differences of opinion lately. Are you dissatisfied submitting to me?”

“No, Mistress,” she told me sullenly.

“Your attitude says otherwise. I’ve been seriously considering giving you to Kahn.”

She looked up at me in alarm. Kahn was notorious for using, abusing and then cruelly snuffing his bitches. A transfer to Kahn usually meant a drastic shortening of one’s life.

“You misunderstand, Mistress. I’m perfectly happy serving in your employ!” She certainly acted like she wanted me to put Kahn out of my head.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I’m afraid I’ll need a little more confirmation than your word. Can I expect that from you?”

Her posture sagged submissively as she lowered her head. “Yes, Mistress,” she replied demurely. “I am yours to command… yours to enjoy.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“We shall see.”

I picked up a plastic bag and brought it over. Her eyes flew open in alarm as she stiffened in the chair. “Mine to enjoy?” I repeated dubiously.

She swallowed hard as she nodded, “Yes, Mistress.” Then she lowered her head.

“We shall see if I will enjoy this,” I told her with skepticism in my voice.

I began pulling the bag down over her head. Again she stiffened. But she did not resist me… not that she was in any position to put up a struggle.

“Let’s see how submissive you are,” I told her as I pulled the bag all the way down. Then I went over and got the black “submission collar”. Normally it was worn whenever we went out. This time it was designed to close up much of the bag over her head.

I snugged it in place and sealed it up. If she was getting any air, she certainly wasn’t getting much. I told her, “Now we shall see just how submissive you are.”

Instinctively she tried to breathe shallow. I’ve seen it many times before whenever I’ve used the bag to restrict one’s breath. Seeing her reaction as she became more and more alarmed was quite erotic.

“Are we being submissive now?” I purred as I allowed a hand to caress her breasts through her bra. She nodded, even as her eyes widened in growing panic. Her chest started to rise and fall with greater urgency.

“I have my doubts, Scarlett. Are you sure you’re submissive?”

She nodded anxiously as the bag began to inflate and deflate from her panicked breathing. I moaned as I leaned closer. “I must know for sure my pretty playthings are submissive.”

She rapidly inhaled and exhaled as though her lungs were trying to catch up. The bag was apparently getting a little air. But it was not nearly enough.

She began to shudder in the chair. I leaned closer and breathed into her ear, “That’s not very submissive, Scarlett.” Then she tried to cry out through the plastic. But she could not force any air past her vocal cords to make a sound.

She kept trying to gasp as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her arms stiffened as she jerked against her secured wrists. Her legs kicked deliciously.

She suddenly went still save for an occasional muscle twitch in her arms and legs. Her chest heaved a couple more times. Then she was lifeless.

I brought my lips quite close as I caressed her face. “Now you’re being submissive, Scarlett. That’s a good girl. I think from now on we’re going to get along just fine. Don’t you?”

There was the faintest flutter in her eyelids. Otherwise she did not move… did not even breathe. The bag her head was encased in did not crinkle or make a single, solitary sound.

Her head finally lolled forward as I rose to my feet. Scarlett had become completely submissive. But alas, I no longer had need of her services.

So remember that when you are dealing with your charges. Sometimes you have to make a hard decision just to find out who is indeed submissive. You may even have to take action to know for sure which ones are truly obedient. In the end Scarlett made up for her mischief by being truly subservient to my desires.

2018 (written Jan 11 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by pictures I found on the Internet that I used for illustration purposes.)

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The Message 3.2 (5)

“Sorry; pool’s closed,” Cristina said to him as he emerged out into the pool area in his street clothes. He didn’t look like he was here for a swim. But she didn’t want any stragglers lingering behind.

She was in her lifeguard outfit putting things away for the afternoon while getting everything ready for the evening shift. The sun was bright – there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. She was looking forward to a quiet evening alone, unless of course Dirk happened to call her again. He might be married but he was certainly one hell of a good lay.

The male was right behind her. She felt irritation he wasn’t getting the message. “The pool’s closed and won’t be open again until – AWWK!”

Cristina’s eyes went wide as an arm wrapped around her throat. A moment later she was pulled backward off her feet. A male voice hissed into her ear, “Do you know a woman named Janice? Well she has a message for you, bitch! She says for me to tell you to – and I quote – “LEAVE MY FUCKIN’ HUSBAND ALONE!”

The arm got tighter around her throat. Cristina gawked in alarm. She couldn’t breathe as she pulled at the arm with her hands, frantic to get out of his grasp.

She gasped and gurgled, her head starting to spin as the world got dizzy all around her. Then everything went dark as she collapsed in a heap. She never saw him bend over her unconscious form, never heard him tell her she was never going to see Dirk again…

Cristina was lying flat on her back on the Lifeguard backboard in the pool, gently bobbing up and down with her eyes closed as the trainer explained the proper procedures to his life-saving class. “This is how you immobilize the victim,” he told his pupils who’d gathered around him in the pool. “First you strap her down.”

What he was doing didn’t feel right and she wanted to protest. The straps were crisscrossing each other; weren’t they supposed to go straight across? She assumed he knew what he was doing, so she dutifully kept her eyes closed for the duration of the demonstration.

“…then you secure the victim’s head in case of a spinal injury,” he went on. She felt him fasten her good and snug inside the head immobilizer. At least it felt like he’d gotten that part right.

“Then you pick her up and gently turn her over to make sure she’s securely fastened to the board. Bobby… you want to help me turn her over now?”

“Sure, Mr. C!” she heard Bobby gasp excitedly. Bobby’s voice didn’t sound right for a college class.

Cristina stiffened as she gasped for breath, inhaling sharply. A moment later she was turned over face down in the pool. What the hell was this??

Cristina held her breath, continuing to keep her eyes closed while wondering what the hell Mr. Capshaw was up to. She listened intently as he calmly explained to his pupils why he was doing what he was doing. “You see Cristina here has been fucking Janice’s husband Dirk, kids. That’s a no-no.”

She stiffened in alarm. How the hell had he found out? Besides, what business was it of his?

“Janice wants to send Cristina here a special message, kids. Anyone want to guess what that message is?”

“Don’t ever fuck my husband again?” she heard Suzie’s voice offer.

Gawd! Where the hell did Suzie learn language like that? And why did she sound so young?

“That’s not bad, Suzie,” she heard Mr. Capshaw laugh. “But I think Janice’s message is even more dramatic. Anyone else care to take a crack at it?”

“I know – I know!” she heard Johnny’s excited voice. “How about ‘Drown, bitch; drown!'”

“Right you are, Johnny!” she heard Mr. Capshaw say with a laugh. “Now let’s all watch the bitch drown, shall we?”

A moment later she heard voices starting to chant, “Drown, bitch; drown! Drown, bitch; drown! Drown, bitch; drown! DROWN, BITCH; DROWN……..”

************’

“Drown, bitch; drown!”

Cristina’s eyes snapped open, only to discover she was floating face down in the pool. She was strapped to the Lifeguard backboard, her lungs beginning to burn. The only reason she was still alive was that she’d been unconsciously holding her breath the entire time.

Cristina wriggled and squirmed, but she couldn’t get free. Her lungs began to heave as she tried to thrash about. But it was no use.

“Struggle all you want, bitch,” she heard a male voice say from somewhere above the water. “It’s doesn’t matter to me. I’m just the messenger.”

Cristina’s eyes opened wider as she struggled against the board she was strapped to. Her lungs heaved in her chest. She was already out of breath.

Her mind screamed how this couldn’t be happening to her. She mentally called out for Dirk to come save her. But there was no Dirk… only this deadly intruder with his lethal message.

Her cheeks puffed as she fought to contain the air inside her. Her lungs were on fire from a breathless inferno, her chest heaving in protest. Surely this had to be a dream, right?

She suddenly remembered Dirk showing him a picture of his kids – Bobby, Suzie and Johnny. The training with the board had been the dream. But it had morphed into a much more dangerous reality.

Air billowed out past her clenched lips in three painful bursts. Then she reflexively inhaled. She gurgled a mouthful of water down her windpipe, only to cough it back up before taking another breath.

Cristina started thrashing about like mad, swallowing water as the board upon which she was secured began to bob up and down in the water. She tried to twist her head, but it was securely fastened within the head immobilizer. Her hands and fingers flexed helplessly as her feet cocked and curled.

Cristina convulsed as her lungs continued to inhale pool water. She bucked and jerked, shuddering from the agony of drowning. Air streamed freely through her parted lips as she tried to scream. But all that came out was another muffled gurgle.

She spasmed and convulsed, the pain easing somewhat. But her chest hurt like hell. For a moment Cristina felt weak and dazed.

Staring down at the bottom of the pool was horrific to her. She forced herself to consciously close her eyes. Then she shuddered once more before consciousness faded away.

She floated quietly at the surface, hanging upside down from the Lifeguard backboard. Her eyes were closed as though she’d simply gone to sleep. Her last idle thought had been whether or not she’d get to see Dirk later that night.

Her killer watched her and the board for several moments. The water settled until the board gently floated with hardly a ripple. Then he left the pool to go tell Dirk’s wife her message had been delivered.

2009; 2018 (written Mar 6 ’09; ed. Nov 29 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture found on the Internet and included for illustration purposes.)

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Melissa and the Vacu-bag 3.9 (19)

Part 1

Melissa opened the door in response to the knock she heard. She saw a man in a UPS uniform walking back to his truck. Her heart rate spiked as she glanced down.

She saw the package that had been left next to the door. She picked it up and located the shipping label. Melissa gasped excitedly when she saw it was from The Rubber Fetish Company.

Her eyes went wide as she snatched it up. She couldn’t believe it was finally in her possession. She quickly brought it inside and hastily closed and locked the door.

She stared at the package in her hands, still not quite believing it had finally arrived. She was trembling noticeably, breathless with anticipation. She felt her panties moisten with excitement as she tore the box open and rolled its contents out onto the floor.

“It’s beautiful!” she breathed reverently. And it was… that is, if you could call a plastic bag beautiful.

It was what was called a Vacu-bag, a plastic body bag designed to have all the oxygen sucked out of it. The individual inside breathed through a little plastic tube inserted into that section of bag meant for the person’s head. The neck and waist were elasticized, designed to enhance the feelings of constriction without being completely choked off.

There was a zip on the side allowing the individual to crawl inside. The attached adaptor allowed the hose from virtually any vacuum cleaner, especially a canister model, to plug into it. It made Melissa tremble with arousal.

She’d discovered it on a fetish website several weeks ago. And it was within their budget. So she’d brought it to her husband’s attention.

Robert had grinned and had nodded his approval. So she’d quickly ordered it. They were both into breath-play, and both had agreed this would be a fun new play-toy.

Her husband had spent the next several weeks tormenting her about it. He would tell her how he was going to put her into it as soon as it arrived. Then he planned on closing off the breathing tube just to watch her struggle.

Each time she’d vividly imagined herself trapped inside, the plastic clinging to her body. She’d pictured her husband closing off her only means of air. And each time she’d experienced a shudder of arousal.

He’d always grinned at her afterward, innocently asking if she’d just come. She would always reply that he was a bastard and that she couldn’t wait for the Vacu-bag to show up. She’d even had several wet dreams about it as she waited impatiently for its arrival. Now it was here, lying on the floor of her living room.

Melissa knelt down and lovingly ran a hand over it as she shivered with excitement. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She felt tingly all over as though she’d been plugged into a wall outlet.

Beads of perspiration broke out all over her body. Several trickled sensuously off her heaving breasts as she found the breathing tube. She closed her eyes and placed her thumb over the end of it, imagining she was trapped inside and that her husband was cutting off her air.

Melissa winced and shuddered as a small orgasm washed warmly through her body. It passed several seconds later. She panted for breath, staring longingly at the plastic.

She wanted to wait until Robert got home. But she couldn’t stand the suspense. She simply had to experience what it was going to feel like against her bare skin.

Melissa had trouble getting out of her clothes; she was shaking so badly. She fumbled several times with the buttons, nearly tearing the damned blouse off in frustration. It was a wonder she managed to reach behind her and unclasp her bra after everything else had been removed.

She all but collapsed onto the plastic bag, weak with excitement. She stretched herself out over the top of it, lying face down. Melissa allowed her body to luxuriate in the feel of plastic against bare skin.

She got goose-pimply all over as her nipples hardened. She felt the telltale dribble of intense arousal as it trickled down her thigh. If she wasn’t careful she was going to have a little mess to clean up before this was all over.

She buried her face into the plastic, imagining what it might feel like to be trapped inside. She would be at Robert’s mercy whenever he decided to close off her breathing tube. The mental image was so arousing that she trembled as another surge of pleasure rippled through her body.

She pulled her face up, gasping for breath. Melissa felt her body tingle from the effects of her climax. Then she looked around, wondering when her husband was due to come home from work.

“What time is it?” she muttered anxiously, frantically looking around for the nearest clock. “When the hell is Robert coming home?”

The she found a wall clock and read the display. Then she cursed under her breath. Her husband wouldn’t be home for several hours.

Melissa cursed her misfortune. She turned and stared at the phone, seriously thinking about placing a call. Then she thought better of it.

It wouldn’t work out begging him to come home for a really long lunch so he could asphyxiate her before he went back to work. She was going to have to wait until he got back. For most of the day she was going to be a quivering mass of pent-up sexual energy.

“Damn!” she muttered as she stood up.

She stared forlornly at the plastic and shivered again. This time it was a shiver of frustration. She felt an incredible urge to lie down on the bag again, just to feel the plastic against her skin once more.

What she really wanted was to be inside the bag. Lying down on it again wouldn’t be enough. Maybe Robert wasn’t around to torture her by thumbing the breathing tube. But she could still climb into it. Maybe she could hook it up and find some way to turn it on and off. Only Melissa wondered how she was going to do that all by herself.

She looked out the window into the backyard, gazing at their in-ground pool. What she needed right now was a cool, refreshing swim to calm herself down. Picturing herself inside the Vacu-bag was only getting her all hot and bothered.

What she really needed was a quick dip in the pool. The privacy fence surrounding the backyard was high enough to block prying eyes. That meant she could go out right now in the nude.

Melissa strode through the house to the linen closet. She picked out a couple of towels. Then she walked purposefully to the patio door where she stepped outside into the warm, summer sun.

Less than a minute later she was back inside. Melissa gathered up the Vacu-bag and hauled it outside with her. It was as though she was afraid it might magically disappear if left unattended.

Two minutes later she was back inside the house. Melissa mumbled to herself as she shook her head. Then she made a beeline for the garage, knowing that’s where her husband kept the shop vac.
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Melissa surfaced in the deep end of her pool and gasped for breath before swimming to the shallow end. She stood up and slowly waded to the end of the pool where she climbed the steps out of the water. Her body glistened in the noon-day sun as water dripped off her naked form.

She walked over, picked up one of the towels she’d brought out and proceeded to dry herself off. ‘Much better,’ she thought, sighing contentedly. Too bad Robert hadn’t been there though to hold her under and “drown” her. She would have enjoyed that.

She made the mistake of glancing over at the Vacu-bag as it lay in the shadows next to the shop vac she’d brought out. She shivered excitedly as she felt herself start to tingle all over again. Damn!

This was driving her insane! She simply had to find some way of trying it out. Melissa walked over and stared at the vacuum and the bag, contemplating what to do next as her heart rate increased from her growing excitement.

The first order of business was securing the shop vac. So she began moving pieces of patio furniture around. She finally found a way to wedge it in good and snug so it wouldn’t go anywhere.

After all, the damned thing was on rollers. She didn’t want it moving around on her. She also didn’t want to risk having it end up in the pool and electrocuting her.

Next was the Vacu-bag itself. This she placed perpendicular to the shop vac. Melissa made sure the zip side was facing the machine. That way she could slip an arm out long enough to turn it on and off.

She grabbed the long hose she’d brought out from the house’s central vacuuming system. She attached one end to the vacuum, making sure it was snug. Then she worked the other end into the adaptor on the opposite side of the zip to the Vacu-bag.

It wasn’t long before she was trembling with anticipation again. Despite the refreshing swim, her pussy was sopping wet with excitement. Her nipples stood erect as she gasped for breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

She stared at the bag for a long moment, wondering once again if perhaps she should wait until her husband got home. But once more she got that terribly delicious mental image of being trapped inside. She desperately wanted to feel the plastic clinging tightly to her body.

Melissa shuddered at the thought. She was close to having another orgasm again. And she wasn’t even in the damned bag yet!

‘Who can I get to help me?’ she wondered as she looked around the yard. She mentally processed through a list of friends, neighbors and acquaintances. No one came to mind as a suitable spotter for what she had in mind.

None of her immediate neighbors even knew of her fetish… none, that is, except for Mike. He was a single guy who lived next door. If he was home would he be interested?

She’d told him about her asphyxia fetish one day. They’d spent the next few months role-playing over the internet. They’d even talked over the phone a few times while her husband was at work.

Lately their chats had taken a more serious tone. He’d acted as though he was more than willing to come over and take her all the way. He talked as though he was willing to strangle her to death or drown her in her pool if that’s what she really wanted.

One day not too long ago she’d found herself seriously thinking about calling him up and having him come over to do the deed. That was the very same day she’d cut off all communication with him. She was concerned things were starting to get out of hand and hadn’t talked to him since.

She found herself toying with the idea of calling him up to see if he wanted to come over and play. She began to picture him plugging the breathing tube, cutting off her air until her lungs exploded. It would be risky. But if things got out of hand and he accidentally killed her, at least it would make for one hell of an orgasm.

She snapped out of it and shook her head, chiding herself for thinking such dangerous thoughts. ‘Don’t be stupid!’ she told herself. Then she became aware her heart was beating excitedly over what she’d been contemplating.

‘You can’t really trust him anymore; you know that! Mike’s liable to take things too far. Besides, what if you get caught up in the heat of the moment and want him to take you all the way? That wouldn’t be good at all!’

Melissa knew her limitations. She didn’t dare risk giving in to those deep, dark fantasies. But she was growing more impatient.

Her mid was churning, desperate for a way to play with the Vacu-bag before her husband got home. There had to be some way of pulling this off by herself. She simply couldn’t wait all day.

She studied the Vacu-bag as it lay sprawled out before her. She could see where the hose connected to it. Maybe she could roll herself onto her side enough to pop it free. The bag should loosen around her then, enough to allow her to grab onto the zip and let herself out.

Melissa hesitated as she stared at the plastic lying before her. She weighed her options as she calculated just how difficult it might be to get out. Then she felt a surge of arousal as she quivered with longing while excitedly gasping for breath.

For a moment she looked all around. Then she made her decision. “Fuck it – I’m doing this!” she said aloud.

She bent down and carefully checked the hose connection one last time. Then she slowly unzipped the bag before carefully crawling inside into a sitting position. Her excitement skyrocketed as she gasped for breath.

Melissa was trembling so much that she had to pause to catch her breath and calm herself down. The feel of plastic on skin was almost more than she could stand. She found herself desperately wanting to feel the bag collapse around her, encasing her while making love to every inch of her quivering body.

She carefully stuck her head into that section of bag that was reserved for it. She trembled as the elastic clung to her throat like a jealous lover. Then she wrapped her lips around the end of the breathing tube. That’s when Melissa shuddered as a flush of warmth flowed though her body.

Melissa cried out through the breathing tube, whimpering and gasping as an orgasm once again caught her by surprise. If she was this excited, she could only imagine what it was going to feel like once she finally got totally inside and turned on the shop vac.

Melissa couldn’t wait to feel the bag suction hungrily around her naked, overly-stimulated body. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the zip partway up. She left just enough room to be able to snake her arm out.

This was it: the moment of truth. Melissa reached out with a quivering hand. Then she fumbled for the on/off switch.

The machine instantly roared to life, causing her to jerk her arm back. She scrambled to pull it back inside the bag. Then she fumbled with the zip, desperately trying to seal the damned thing up from the inside just as fast as she could.

It didn’t take long before she realized the suction was becoming harder to work against. She could feel air whistling through the opening. Melissa struggled with the zip as the bag collapsed around her, her excitement growing by leaps and bounds.

One final yank and the zip was up. Melissa fought to bring her arms to her sides. She sucked hard on the breathing tube as the bag compressed against her chest.

She tried to force herself to relax. She’d done all she could do. Now she focused on the incredible sensations assaulting her senses.

The elastic tightened around her waist and neck, deliciously tantalizing her with its presence. It didn’t cut off her air. But it felt like it was trying to do precisely that.

She could feel it applying pressure around her throat. Down below, the plastic was suctioning hungrily around her throbbing pussy. It pressed hard against her clit until her eyes opened wide over how good it felt.

Melissa felt it start to build deep inside her. It felt like a massive force bearing down on her. She tried to move around a little, but was all but immobilized inside the bag, the plastic forcing it’s presence upon virtually every inch of her body.

She began to tremble as the elastic seemingly tightened even further around her neck, driving her mad. She gasped for breath, only to realize the tube wasn’t allowing her to pull in nearly as much air as she needed. She gasped in abrupt panic at what suddenly seemed like an incredibly small breathing tube.

Her fear blossomed into a consuming beast. A moment later it exploded inside her, a gigantic fireball of an eruption. She stiffened as she arched her back before crying out through the tube in her mouth.

It rolled on and on, ravaging her… devastating her. But Melissa was effectively immobilized, helpless to do anything other than ride it out. She shuddered violently, desperately trying to pull air into her deliciously tortured body.

It finally, mercifully passed, leaving her weak and disoriented. She fought to pull a decent breath of air into her quivering body. That’s when she discovered the insidious nature of the Vacu-bag she’d ordered.

The breathing tube was large enough to give her the air she needed. But it was not quite big enough to give her the air she wanted. It gave her the incredible sensation of being partly asphyxiated.

Her chest heaved, her lungs protesting. What she was getting wasn’t quite enough. It was delicious agony.

She felt the fire return to her crotch with a vengeance. At the same time she became aware of the plastic clinging tightly to her body. It pressed firmly against her clit, teasing and tantalizing with the vibrations from the hose attached to the plastic.

This was far more than she’d anticipated, much more than what she’d bargained for. Melissa began to tremble again as another orgasm came charging toward her. This one felt like it was going to be stronger than the last, giving her an erotic thrill of fear.

Melissa frantically tried to roll herself over in an effort to knock the hose out of the adaptor. That’s when she discovered she was much too weak to roll and pop the hose loose. She was effectively immobilized, at the mercy of the bag that enclosed her in its lustful grip.

Her lungs heaved as she tried to move. She squirmed around in an attempt to get onto her side and pop the connection. All she accomplished was go make the plastic rub sensuously against her swollen nub.

She stiffened in a frantic attempt to hold it back, even as she started to shudder. A moment later she threw her head back. Melissa arched her back and cried out through the tube in her mouth.

The monstrous orgasm shook her to her core until she spasmed and convulsed. It felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest. Her eyes rolled as she fought to pull a decent breath of air through the tube.

Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. The orgasm washed through her in wave after wave. That’s when she began to wonder if anyone had ever died from orgasm-overdose.

It finally, mercifully passed until she found herself panting weakly for breath. But she was desperate to refill her lungs through the tube in her mouth. She felt dreamy and immensely satisfied, even as a part of her wondered how the hell she was going to roll over and pop the hose out of the Vacu-bag.

Melissa suddenly became aware of someone standing over her. She looked up in partial relief, half expecting to see her husband standing over her. Only it wasn’t Robert…

It was Mike!

“I see you bought yourself a new play-toy, Melissa,” he said with a smile. “I thought I heard the shop vac. I had to come over the fence and see what was going on for myself. Good for you! I was wondering what the hell you were up to. But now I understand.”

He knelt down next to her with a wicked grin on his face. Melissa felt the color drain from her face. At the same time she felt a terrible excitement come over her.

What might he do to her?? She couldn’t be sure. It made her start to rock herself back and forth again, desperate to break the connection to the hose. Once broken she hoped the bag would fill with enough air to loosen the plastic around her so she could free herself.

“Ah – ah – ahhh; let’s have none of that!” Then he smiled as he placed a firm hand upon her chest. Melissa instantly stopped struggling.

She panted hard as her breath hissed in and out of the breathing tube. She stared up at him, trembling like crazy. Her resistance was gone, stolen by the two previous orgasms she’d just endured.

“So this is what you breathe through; eh, Melissa?”

He gave her a nasty smile as he playfully ran his thumb all around the end of it. As if in a daze she found herself nodding helplessly at him. Her body was on fire, screaming for another release.

Immediately she was torn with indecision. She knew he was going to say and do next. And she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him, certainly not in her current condition.

He smirked as he asked, “You want me to close it off, Melissa?” It triggered a jolt of excitement that surged through her.

As if in a trance she found herself nodding again. Her breath hissed through the air tube as her lungs heaved in fearful excitement. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Ok,” he responded with maddening cheerfulness. Then he smiled as he covered the end with his thumb.

Melissa jerked as her breath was cut off, her eyes opening wide. ‘He’s gonna kill me!’ she thought with a mixture of fear and excitement. But what worried her was the little voice in the back of her head telling him to go right ahead and do it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Mike asked with a sinister grin, his thumb covering the end of the breathing tube.

The bag crinkled from her attempts to draw air in through the closed-off tube as her lungs began to heave. Melissa nodded weakly, her body trembling madly. Her strength of will was completely gone.

“I’ll bet you’ll like it even more when I do this, am I right?”

Mike reached down and started rubbing between her thighs, rubbing the plastic over her sensitive crotch. Melissa trembled as her chest heaved in breathless warning. This was not good at all!

A part of her wanted him to stop before things went too far. But her body was already responding, begging him to snuff her gloriously. She knew it would be something that would get him off if it happened.

Her lungs continued to heave in protest. Her pussy throbbed with an insatiable hunger for the orgasm to end all orgasms. Then he quietly asked, “How about it, Melissa? Are you ready to die for me?”

His words send a jolt of sexual excitement rushing through her body. She was trembling so hard she thought she was going to explode. Once more she couldn’t resist nodding her head at him, knowing this one act might be condemning her to certain death.

The thought he might go through with it was terribly erotic. She quickly became aware of the fact that her body was soaked with perspiration, allowing her to slither around sensuously inside the bag. Her lungs were screaming for another breath of air. But he was deliciously withholding that from her.

“Good girl,” he said with an evil smile. Melissa felt another wash of incredible pleasure flow through her. Then he told her, “Say goodbye, Melissa. It’s time for you to die.”

Those were the words she loved to hear in situations such as this. They were words her husband often used during their plays, words that send incredible shivers of arousal coursing through her body. And once again they had the desired effect.

She was so highly charged that it suddenly exploded inside her with a rush of incredible warmth and pleasure. Melissa cried out into breathing the tube as her body shuddered violently. The orgasm was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before.

It rolled on and on, stealing away the very breath of life. Her lungs heaved in her chest, screaming for oxygen. That’s when her senses overloaded.

Her eyes rolled as her body convulsed. A moment later it felt like every muscle shorted out. That’s when she went limp as she blacked out…

Part 2

Melissa awakened panting quietly, not getting nearly as much air as she wanted. There was something in her mouth she seemed to be breathing through. And there was some sort of plastic wrap that totally encased her, confining her movements.

A machine of some sort was roaring in the background somewhere close by. She was hot and sweaty, feeling weak all over. Then she looked up through the plastic bag she was wrapped up in.

She saw Mike’s smiling face hovering over her. Then it all came rushing back to her as he asked, “Did you enjoy your little nap, Melissa? You must’ve cum really hard to pass out on me like that.”

At that moment she had clarity of thought over where she was and what she was doing. She knew she needed to get out of the bag before everything started up all over again. Next time she might not be so lucky.

“Bee! Geh bee gow uh heah!”

She started squirming around in an effort to roll over and pop the hose out of the bag before she started getting too damned excited again. Mike put his hand on her chest to steady her. “No, Melissa. I’m not through with you yet.”

He smiled ominously at her. Then he told her, “We’re going to have some fun now. This one’s going to be our best role-play ever.”

It suddenly dawned on her Mike wasn’t actually standing over her. She turned her head to see where he was. That’s when she discovered him standing in the shallow end of the pool. That meant she was lying right next to the edge, the zip side of the bag facing toward him.

Her eyes flew open from a mixture of fear and arousal. Oh, shit! He wouldn’t, would he??

Something told her what was coming next. She felt her excitement return with a rush as the color drained from her face. She knew she had to try and put an end to it right now before she lost the will to stop him.

Melissa began shaking her head, even as her heart rate increased dramatically.  “GUNH – UNH! GUNH – UNH!” But Mike was already sliding his arms underneath the bag.

He lifted her up, confirming what was in store for her. It gave her an erotic thrill despite the fear that welled up within her. “Let’s get you into the pool, shall we, Melissa? Let’s have a little fun before I drown your ass, ok?”

That comment sent an erotic jolt shivering through her body. She frantically shook her head while she still had the sense to try and stop him… “GUNH – UNH! GUNH – UNH!” She panted heavily through the tube, her eyes wild with a mixture of fright and arousal.

She felt her pussy roar excitedly to life with a terrible excitement as she squirmed in his arms. Then her plastic-encased body came in contact with the cool pool water. Melissa stiffened excitedly as he lowered her until she was level with the surface, the breathing tube sticking up out of the water.

“Let’s see if you can float, shall we?” Then she felt him remove his supporting arms.

She froze for a split-second, praying she was still buoyant. Then she felt herself start to sink. She frantically pulled air through the tube before she slipped completely under the surface.

Air dribbled out of the breathing tube in her mouth as she picked up momentum on her downward drift. That’s when she felt him catch her in his arms. She couldn’t quite make out his words… “Nope. I guess not!” But she could see his broad grin.

He removed an arm from underneath her long enough to check his watch. Then he slid it back under her, supporting her as he held her submerged body. That’s when she realized he wasn’t going to bring her back up right away.

Melissa felt an involuntary spasm in her lungs, telling her she needed air soon. How long was he going to keep her submerged?? The fear and excitement was almost more than she could handle.

Her lungs heaved gently, sending a small stream of air dribbling out through the breathing tube between her lips. She frantically pushed her tongue against the opening to close it off as her lungs began to burn. At the same time her excitement swelled within her.

She found herself on the horns of a dilemma. Part of her wanted him to get her back to the surface. The darker side of her fantasies felt a strong urge for him to drown her, sending her off into never-ending darkness with what would no doubt be a devastating death-orgasm.

The soft spasms in her chest strengthened as the slipperiness of her body inside the Vacu-bag began to drive her wild. Her pussy was throbbing – she could feel another orgasm rushing toward her. So she squirmed in a futile effort to get free.

The shop vac was still sucking air, the plastic bag still clinging tightly to her body. She was helpless in his arms. But now he was checking his watch again.

At that moment a part of her wanted to be pulled back up. But there was another part of her that was being fueled by her deepest, darkest fantasies… fantasies that were now bubbling to the forefront of her consciousness… ‘Keep me down here, Mike! Let me drown for you! I know you want to watch me die! Snuff my ass, lover!’

Her lungs heaved painfully, reminding her of how badly she needed to breathe. For the briefest of moments her desire to live overrode her desire to be taken all the way. ‘NO!’ her mind screamed. ‘I’M NOT READY TO DIE! PULL ME UP – PULL ME UP! I’M ALMOST OUT OF AIR AND I’M GOING TO-‘

Melissa suddenly stiffened. She couldn’t help arching her back as she tipped her head back. Air streamed out of the breathing tube in her mouth as she jerked and convulsed, her eyes rolling as her body shuddered violently.

It felt like wild electrical charges were ricocheting throughout her body, followed by wave after wave of incredible pleasure. Too immobilized to resist, she abruptly relaxed, allowing it to ravage her. She was certain she was going to drown any second now but felt too damned good to care.

As it faded away she sucked hungrily on the tube, frantic for her next breath of air. Yet she firmly believed she wasn’t going to get another one. Then she tasted air.

She gasped for breath, sucking hard on the breathing tube. Her chest rose and fell as she panted wildly. She was at the surface, his arms holding her up so she could get air.

She shuddered over how close she had come and how erotic it had been. But now she wanted out of the Vacu-bag. She could feel herself starting to lose control.

She’d already lucked out twice. She needed to get out before he got allcaught up in the moment and did something rash. Besides, those dark thoughts she was forced to keep buried had risen to the surface. Now they were seductively whispering to her… ‘Tell him to drown you. Tell him to hold you down until the water claims your spasming body. You won’t be sorry.’

She tried to fight off her desires. Robert would be saddened if he came home and found her body in the pool. But the thought of her husband coming home to find her drowned was enough to make her shiver with excitement.

She had to convince Mike to get her out of the Vacu-bag right away. She could already feel her resolve start to weaken. This was threatening to get out of hand.

“That was about a minute twenty-five,” she heard her unmarried neighbor say to her as he leaned over her, his arms holding her up at the surface. “What do you say, Melissa? Shall we go again? Shall we see if you can hold your breath longer?”

Something told her the longer this went on, the more tempted he was going to be to take her all the way. What’s more, she was liable to take him up on it. She couldn’t risk it as she was already feeling those dangerous stirrings.

“GUNH-UNH!” she said as she shook her head, trying to be convincing. “Geh bee oww – geh bee oww!”

“Aw, c’mon, Melissa,” he said with a devilish grin. “You know you want to. I know you want to. Just nod your head and I’ll send you off to sweet oblivion.”

His words sent shivers running through her body as she gasped through the breathing tube. She was starting to weaken, her body screaming at her for one massive orgasm after another one. She could feel herself trembling as the plastic bag remained tightened around her body.

“You want me to drown you, don’t you, Melissa?” he nodded softly. It was the devil whispering in her ear… ‘Yes, Melissa… let him drown you. Tell him you want him to drown you. I promise; you won’t be sorry.’

‘NO!’ her mind screamed again.

It took everything she had to shake her head as tears filled her eyes. It was getting harder now. She could feel how incredibly aroused she was. She was almost at the point where she DID want him to send her into oblivion.

“No?” Mike said in astonishment. “You’re telling me no?? That’s not the Melissa I know! The slutty little asphyxia-whore I know would want me to drown her. Perhaps you need a little more encouragement.”

He grinned evilly at her. “Better get a good breath, bitch. You’re going back down!” Then he let go of her.

Melissa inhaled sharply as a shiver of excitement coursed through her body. Then she was below the surface, drifting downward. She picked up momentum as air dribbled out of the breathing tube in her mouth.

Her pussy throbbed at her predicament, the vacuumed plastic massaging her crotch. She could feel her juices mingling with her perspiration. The erotic sensations were driving her mad.

She was afraid of the situation she now found herself in. Yet she was horribly excited at the thought that this time he might not let her back up. It was getting harder to think straight.

She felt her momentum diminish until she began to rotate onto her side. It was as though the hose was hanging up and slowing her down. It felt like she was being pulled up against the wall of the pool.

She thought she heard the “brrr” of the hose to the vacuum as it rubbed against the edge of the pool. For some reason it heightened her arousal. Then her back thumped against the wall and she let out an “oomph”, causing her to lose a burst of air through the breathing tube.

Then she was drifting down again, quickly coming to rest on the pool floor on her side, facing away from the wall. That’s when she saw Mike standing naked in front of her. His dick stiffened rapidly, and she quivered excitedly as he submerged right in front of her.

‘What’s he going to do to me?’ she thought excitedly. It sent an arousing shiver coursing through her.

She watched as he came up to her, grabbing her on both sides of her body. He pulled her away from the wall, making sure the hose remained connected to the bag. Then he stretched her out on her back, grabbed her by the shoulders and then hovered over her, grinning evilly.

Melissa shivered again as her excitement ratcheted up a notch. She stared up at him through the clear plastic with wild eyes. She was helplessly at his mercy.

The thought of it drove her wild as her body trembled. A part of her was sorry he couldn’t penetrate her because of the sealed bag. Another part of her was glad he couldn’t.

He pulled himself down to her and worked his legs on either side of hers before pressing his shaft up against her crotch. It caused her to moan as a few more bubbles dribbled out of the end of the breathing tube. A moment later he grinned maliciously.

He bubbled before wrapping his lips over the exposed end of the breathing tube. Then he slowly slid his body back and forth over her plastic-covered form. It had the effect of rubbing his dick back and forth over the opening to her throbbing cunt.

Melissa had never experienced anything so utterly erotic before in her entire life. She grunted as her lungs began to spasm. Her eyes went wide as she began to squirm underneath him.

The fact he was sucking on the tube, pulling the very air out of her lungs, made her dizzy with arousal. Between that and his cock rubbing back and forth over her plastic-covered clit, she felt her excitement spike sharply. She stiffened as the orgasm charged toward her.

She fought like hell to hold it back. But it was no use. A moment later it erupted inside her in a massive explosion of pleasure.

Her tightly wrapped body went off in a series of convulsions. She bucked and jerked wildly… “UNGH – UNGH – UNGH!” Her lungs heaved in her chest as her back arched.

It felt so good that it actually hurt. It seemed like every nerve ending was frying. Her eyes rolled as her orgasm seemed to roll on and on.

It took her breath away, preventing her from sucking on the breathing tube. At that moment nothing mattered but the pleasure she was experiencing. She wanted to scream… “YES – YES; LEAVE ME HERE TO DROWN! SNUFF MY ASS, MIKE!”

…and then it was gone, leaving her weak and breathless…

Melissa needed air badly. But Mike’s mouth was still on the breathing tube, preventing her from inhaling or exhaling. Her lungs cried out for air so much so that it triggered yet another orgasm.

Melissa went off again, bucking and jerking and convulsing wildly. She tried to scream but she couldn’t catch her breath. She became dizzy… disoriented… her body swimming in a sea of pleasure.

At that moment she didn’t care anymore, so long as the incredible sensations didn’t stop. She didn’t feel Mike lift her climax-ravaged body to the surface. And she wasn’t aware of the fact that his thumb had remained over the breathing tube the whole time as he swam her up. All she knew was that she was falling into a void that was warm, black and surging with incredible pleasure…
—–
Her senses came back online about a half minute later. Her chest heaved as she filled her lungs with air. Then she tried to shake the haze out of her eyes, wondering why her body was tingling so much.

Her vision cleared until she saw Mike smiling down at her. She felt his reassuring arms underneath her. That’s when she realized she was still in the Vacu-bag… still in her backyard pool.

“How was that, Melissa?” he asked with a grin. “Did you like that? It looked like you had one hell of an ‘O’!”

She nodded, too weak to protest or complain. She was still awash in a sea of tingling pleasure. She simply remained limp in his arms.

“Are you ready for the big one now?” he asked with an evil smile. “Are you ready to die for me? Just say the word – just nod your head – and I’ll take you to the deep end and leave you there. Just give me a sign, baby, and I’ll say those words I know you want to hear.”

Melissa froze, her eyes wide as her excitement escalated. A moment later she started to tremble with enthusiasm. How could she say no?!

It felt so damned good, especially with the promise of something so much bigger to come. She found herself shivering with arousal as a battle of wills raged within. She knew she shouldn’t, but those deep, dark desires of hers had been released until she could hear those insidious words in her mind…

“Nod your head… tell him ‘yes’. Let him drown your ass and you will have the biggest, most earth-shattering climax you will ever experience. Tell him ‘yes’, Melissa. Then you’ll rest… rest forever on an eternal wave of orgasmic bliss.”

She blinked her eyes. There was Robert to think about, not to mention her job and her friends. She knew she needed to say “no”. But her body was trembling uncontrollably at the mere thought of it.

If only she could get out of the bag. If only she could gather her wits about her so she could think straight. This was the wrong place and time to think about such an erotic life and death decision, especially with her body feeling so terribly aroused.

Mike was no help at all as he kept pushing her. “C’mon, Melissa… you KNOW you want to. Just give me a nod and I’ll say those magic words.” Then he paused, looking at her expectantly.

Melissa stiffened, staring at him in wild-eyed horror. It took everything she had to keep her head from nodding. She was so terribly aroused as she fought against the desires trying to seduce her…

“Nod your head, Melissa – give him the green light. You KNOW you want this. Allow him to say the very phrase that always excites you to your very core.”

Tears filled her eyes as she fought the battle within. But her body was betraying her. She was weakening rapidly; she could feel herself giving in.

“C’mon, bitch!” Mike insisted. “Nod your damned head! I’m going to drown you anyway. Show me that you really want it. We both know you do; am I right?” That inner voice didn’t help matters any… “Yes; nod your head. Give him permission to drown you. Allow him to say the words.”

Melissa felt her body shudder with desire. She closed her eyes and winced, desperately trying to hold onto her sanity. A small part of her wanted Robert to come charging to her rescue. But the rest of her wanted to give in. She had to fight like hell to keep from nodding her head.

“You stubborn bitch!” he told her in frustration. “I see you’re going to need a little more convincing!”

Mike grabbed her and began making his way out into the deep end of the pool, treading water as he towed her body along. The long hose to the shop vac slid along the edge of the pool accordingly. “I’m going to drown your sorry ass anyway, Melissa,” he said impatiently, “so you might as well enjoy yourself. C’mon, cunt; nod your damned head! Tell me that you want it!”

At that point she almost gave in. She was so close, her body primed with such arousal that it took everything she had not to nod. She knew there would be no going back once she gave her permission. There would be no resuscitations, no ‘do-overs’.

“Fine, bitch – be that way!” Then she felt his arms come out from underneath her.

Her excitement spiked as she frantically gasped through the breathing tube. She pulled as much air into her lungs as she could before she slipped under the surface. Her eyes opened wide, flush with an incredible excitement as she slowly sank downward.

She struggled to keep the massive orgasm that was rushing toward her at bay. Then she felt herself being swung against the wall of the pool again. The hose hung up at the surface until her back hit the wall.

Melissa let out an “oomph” as she lost a burst of air through the breathing tube. Then she began to slide down the wall, her pussy throbbing with greater and greater intensity. She fought like hell to hold her breath, trying to remain calm. But it was all too damned exciting.

Inwardly she cursed herself. She should have nodded her head. Besides, he said he was going to drown her anyway. The excitement was almost overwhelming.

She came to a sudden stop, gently bouncing up and down a little over a foot off the pool floor. It left her trapped and helpless, the bag clinging tightly to her naked body. It also left her terribly aroused.

She moved her head to look around the interior of the pool as much as possible from her vantage point. Melissa grunted as she hung horizontally, a stream of bubbles spewing out of the breathing tube. The tightness of the vacu-bag against her pussy was maddening.

All of her senses were primed. The plastic bag tightly suctioned against her body, the faint sound of the shop vac somewhere above her. She was wet from perspiration and the juices of her many orgasms.

The cool pool water contrasted sharply with how warm she felt. The elastic around her throat was sending delicious signals to her brain. The Vacu-bag mercilessly encased her, the plastic clinging to her breasts and crotch. She could feel it pressing against the hood of her clit, driving her insane with arousal.

Mike swam down into view, his cock hard with arousal as a sadistic grin filled his features. He swam up to her and mouthed the words “bye, bye.” Then he covered the end of the tube with his thumb.

At the same time he slowly rubbed her plastic covered crotch with his free hand. It sent a jolt of erotic tingles flushing through her. Melissa’s lungs heaved as her eyes went wide in understanding…

OHMYGAWD! HE’S GONNA SUFFOCATE ME!

The thought was so terribly exciting that she felt every muscle stiffen as it charged toward her. It was a massive explosion of pleasure about to overwhelm her. Then she began to shudder as her back arched involuntarily.

Her lungs heaved in her chest as she instinctively sucked on the breathing tube in her mouth. But she was getting nothing as his thumb remained firmly over the opening. Then it exploded inside her, a white-hot, blinding flash of pleasure.

Melissa’s body came alive, spasming and convulsing violently as the orgasm shook her to her very core. She tried to scream but she could not get air past her vocal chords. She tried to suck on the tube, but no air came through.

It drove her wild as wave after wave of intense pleasure slammed into her body. Her lungs were on fire as she tried once more to suck on her end of the breathing tube. But nothing came through.

Melissa went from one orgasm to the next, her body shuddering so hard she appeared to be having a seizure. She couldn’t hold it back, not that she really wanted to. It just kept coming and coming, wave upon wave.

Once more she tried to scream as her eyes rolled.  Her body was awash in a sea of pleasure. She was sure she was going to suffocate in a blaze of glory.

One moment she was on the verge of passing out. The next she was amazingly at the surface, pulling as much air into her lungs as the tube allowed. She shuddered and trembled as orgasmic aftershocks kept rippling through her body.

She was dimly aware of being pressed up against the pool wall to keep from sliding back down into the water. Then Mike’s face appeared before her. “Are you ready now?” was all he said.

OH GAWD – YES!

She couldn’t help it; she was too far gone. Melissa eagerly nodded her head as a thrill of excitement flushed warmly through her overly aroused body. Then she eagerly grunted, “GUNH – HUNH! GUNH – HUNH!”

She couldn’t stand it anymore. She wanted it now; oh, how she wanted this! There was no thought of job, friends or husband.

“Good girl,” Mike said to her, causing her to feel another flush of warmth flow through her. “You’ve been a great neighbor, Melissa. But I suppose all good things must come to an end.”

He paused dramatically. Then he told her, “I’m going to let you go now. But this time I’m not bringing you back up.”

Her breath caught excitedly in her throat as he kissed the plastic pressed against her forehead. Then he smiled lustfully at her. “Goodbye, Melissa. It’s time for you to die.” Then he let her go…

She gasped excitedly as a bolt of energy surged through her overly stimulated body. A moment later she began to sink in a sea of arousal, trembling as she went down. Her body responded excitedly to the fact that her life span was now measured in minutes as her heart hammered loudly in her chest.

There was no way in hell she could hold her breath for long. She was too damned excited, her heart pounding in her chest. Even now her lungs were starting to spasm, telling her she hadn’t had nearly enough time to catch her breath up at the surface.

She saw Mike submerge as she continued to sink. But this time he kept his distance, watching her intently as he began to stroke his thick cock. At that moment she regretted never having felt it inside her.

She saw he was going to enjoy himself as he watched her drown. That thought sent another jolt of excitement surging through her body. Then she bounced to a halt as the hose stopped her descent again, holding her a little over a foot off the pool floor with her back to the wall, just like the last time.

Melissa hung horizontally against the wall, totally encased in the Vacu-bag. She felt deliciously helpless, believing she was never going to receive another breath of air again. That thought was driven home as her lungs heaved in her chest, desperate for a decent breath of oxygen.

She spewed air out of the breathing tube, sending a stream of bubbles scurrying to the surface. Her mind screamed, ‘THIS IS IT! I’M GOING TO DIE RIGHT HERE! OHMYGAWD…’

She was so terribly excited that the orgasm caught her by surprise. She barely had time to stiffen before her body exploded in a flush of pleasure. Then she was violently spasming and convulsing inside the plastic she was encased in.

The perspiration that dripped off her body made the inside of the Vacu-bag slippery. She cried out in pleasure, blowing her breath away as a stream of air spewed out of the breathing tube. Her world became nothing more than wave after wave of pleasure overwhelming her, much like the surf pounding into a shoreline.

At that moment she felt something give. Melissa suddenly felt pool water entering the bag as she drifted down once more. Then she quickly came to rest on the floor of the pool, lying on her side against the wall. Up at the surface the shop vac shuddered and died from the sudden intake of pool water.

Cool liquid hungrily surged into the Vacu-bag. It flowed and probed, chilling her overheated body with cool water. She shuddered violently, still caught up in the onslaught of a devastating orgasm.

Cool water finally found her crotch, invading her highly aroused pussy. Melissa instinctively gasped, pulling pool water into her tortured lungs. That’s when her eyes snapped open in surprise.

She began convulsing violently as her lungs inhaled sharply, only to cough water back out. She hitched and spasmed as though suffering a major seizure. Her eyes barely registered the fact that Mike was now eagerly jerking on his cock.

Despite her agony she felt wave after wave of white-hot pleasure flow through her. It was unlike anything she’d ever known before. Her body thrashed about inside the Vacu-bag, caught in the middle between an over-powering orgasm and the agony of drowning.

Melissa grunted and gurgled as she hitched and convulsed until her body couldn’t take it anymore. She abruptly went limp on the pool floor. She lay unmoving save for the occasional spasmodic twitch from a stray nerve impulse.

Mike swam over to her, a wisp of his cream clinging to the tip of his shaft. He bubbled with a smile as he stared at her. She appeared to smile dreamily at him as the bag loosened all around her, filling with water.

He saw a stray twitch in her arm, saw another one make her leg quiver. Then something inside her body seemed to let go. There was a small flurry of bubbles that dribbled out past her parted lips, some finding their way through the breathing tube to scurry to the surface. Other bubbles gathered together, imprisoned inside the Vacu-bag.

Melissa was conscious enough to feel him reach out and gently caress her face through the plastic. It made her feel warm all over. She felt a brief ripple of excitement wash through her. Then she couldn’t see him anymore. The next thing she knew she was plunging into an endless sea of oblivion as darkness came for her.

Mike smiled as he saw the life flick out of Melissa’s eyes. Then he reached down and gave her forehead one last kiss before heading for the surface. His cock was spent, his lustful desires temporarily sated.

The first thing he noticed when he came up was that the shop vac had shorted out. The hose had separated from the bag, probably while she was thrashing about in the midst of her last orgasm. The resulting surge of pool water must’ve damaged it because he could see smoke wisping out of the top of the machine.

He turned, made his way to the shallow end of the pool and climbed the steps. Then he looked down at her one last time. ‘It’ll look like she carelessly rolled into the pool and drowned herself,’ he thought as he gathered up his clothes.

He made his way over to the fence where he threw his clothes over onto the other side. Then he climbed over. That’s when he found himself wondering if he would ever get another opportunity like this one. Perhaps that lovely brunette in the next cubicle at the office…

2006; 2019 (written Nov 11 ’06; ed. Apr 19 ‘19 by riwa)

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Making a movie with my sister 4 (26)

Veronica is my half-sister. We share the same father. But her mother is Dominican.

She’s a 31 year old high school math teacher. And she loves the way her skin is bronzed. In the summer when she doesn’t think it’s tanned enough she goes in and really gets it bronzed up.

I didn’t even know I had a half-sister until I was out on my own. She made contact with me and then kept in touch. Slowly but surely I revealed to her a couple of my kinks.

My girlfriend Sandy didn’t help matters any. She told Verri – as my sister likes to be called – about some of the perils we play-act. Veronica sounded interested and wanted to know more.

I guess Sandy told her about some of the things we did. She said we sometimes liked to film them. My sister was curious, so Sandy sent her one video of being shot in her nightie while being tied to a post in our bedroom.

Veronica loved it and wanted to see another. Sandy sent her a video where she was noosed on a chair. She didn’t drop of course. But she stood there in very sexy lingerie.

Sis finally told Sandy she wanted to be filmed in a similar peril situation. Sandy passed the request on to me, telling me my half-sister wanted to be in a video shoot. But I wasn’t sure about the whole thing.

Veronica wasn’t satisfied. Whenever we would talk she would pester me or Sandy about the chance to be recorded in a peril video. My girlfriend told me we could make it a really hot video shoot if we wanted.

Verri sent us a recent picture of herself. She looked hot all bronzed up like that. It made my cock stand up and take notice.

Right away Sandy saw the effect the picture had on me. “Let’s invite her over, Mike. Let’s make it a video shoot to remember.” I could see where her mind was coming from. So I readily agreed.

My sister came over on the day we scheduled our video shoot. We showed her the post we used for firing squad scenarios. But she was more interested in a hanging video. So we showed her the playroom where a thick noose dangled conveniently from the ceiling.

She gasped when she saw it. Then she said, “I’d love to do a hanging video, Mike. Sandy told me about your sexy hanging scene. Can we do a hanging video?”

I looked at Sandy who grinned and nodded. So I told my half-sister, “Sure thing, Verri. Anything for you!”

“Let’s make this special, ok?” Then she left the room. “Yes, let’s make it special,” my girlfriend agreed before she too slipped away to change.

I set up the camera on the tripod. Then Veronica returned. This time she was wearing nothing but a maroon bikini top and thong. It made her look sexy as hell.

“You want to be bound; right, Verri?”

“Of course!” she gasped breathlessly. “I want the video to look good, right?” So I got a loop of nylon and tied her hands behind her back.

I helped her up onto the chair. Then I carefully looped the noose around her neck. She gasped for breath as I snapped a couple pictures of her standing there.

“Is she ready?” Sandy asked as she calmly walked in. Veronica blushed when she saw my girlfriend was totally naked. She stammered, “What… what happened to your clothes??”

“This is going to be a special project, right? And as a special project we’re all going to do it nude.”

“All of us?” she gasped in alarm. Then she looked at me in shock. “You mean… you’re going to be nude too??”

“Of course he is,” Sandy told her. “He’s the one taking the video, remember? You want him to really get into it, don’t you?”

“But… but you’re… oh my God; you’re my brother! We can’t be naked in front of each other!” Veronica certainly seemed nervous about the idea. But I sensed a certain curiosity about her attitude… as though she might be willing to chance it.

“Half-brother,” Sandy corrected her. “This is a treat for both you and Mike; am I right? Besides, I think he’s starting to get a hard-on underneath those jeans. We need to let that thing out to breath for the poor guy; wouldn’t you agree?”

“I don’t know…”

“Your nipples are hard, Verri; I can tell. Mine are so hard they hurt. Mike’s entitled to enjoy himself too. So I’m going to help him get naked and then suck his cock a little till he’s nice and hard.”

“You… you’re joking, right?” In response Sandy started to help me out of my clothes.

Veronica turned beat red when I ended up naked other than my footwear. Sandy promptly got onto her knees. Then she started giving my cock some attention.

I could tell how aroused Verri had become. Her nipples were really poking through that top of hers. She was embarrassed, yet she still seemed somewhat curious and intrigued.

Sandy paid loving attention to my cock. She’s a great fluffer. She knows just what to do to get me all hot and bothered.

I looked up at Veronica and smiled. Sandy didn’t bother checking on my half-sister standing on the chair. She was too busy seeing to my needs.

I didn’t cum in her mouth, although I would have if she would have wanted me too. I needed my man-snot for the project. Besides, this was something Sandy and I had agreed to. She wanted it to be her special present to me.

Veronica panted like crazy as she watched us. I kept glancing up at her to gauge her reaction. I could tell she was still embarrassed. But it seemed to be making her hot. I liked that as it was really going to add to the video we were making.

My half-sister was panting for breath when Sandy rose up, leaving me good and hard. Then she blurted out, “I can’t believe she blew you right in front of me!”

“That’s not all she’s going to do, Verri.”

To my sister’s great shock Sandy removed her maroon top and bottoms. Now she was just as naked as we were. “That’s going to look so much better, you being naked for the video like we are. Aren’t I right, Verri?”

My cock twitched with anticipation over what was coming next. Veronica panted for breath as she gasped, “Oh my fucking God! I can’t believe I’m staring at my brother’s hard cock!” Then she felt Sandy grab the chair.

It must have made her feel unsteady because she anxiously blurted out, “Hey Mikey? This is safe, isn’t it? I mean… you’re just making a video, right?”

“It’s perfectly safe, Verri. I can assure you neither Sandy nor I can get hurt doing this. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“You and Sandy? Michael, you’re starting to scare me.” Now she was getting nervous.

“Being scared is good, Verri. It will make the video so much better, don’t you think?” Then she gasped as Sandy lovingly caressed her ass.

“Are you nice and wet for the video?” Sandy purred at her. “Maybe I’d better find out for myself, hmm?”

“Sandy, what are you doing??” That’s when my girlfriend started to rub her crotch. Verri whimpered helplessly.

“Not bad,” Sandy murmured. “But we’d better get you nice and wet for Mikey.” Then she stuck a couple fingers up my half-sister’s dripping slit where she wriggled them around a little.

Veronica writhed and moaned. “You’re nice and wet now,” Sandy told her with a smile. “I’d say you’re ready for us to shoot some video.”

“Doesn’t M-Mike have to turn it on first?”

“It’s already running, Verri,” I told her with a grin.

“Time to meet Dolcett, hun,” Sandy purred at her. Then she started to take the chair away.


“Sandy – DON’T!”

“It’s ok,” my girlfriend chuckled. “Mike told you the video is running. And he’ll be standing right here to watch.” Then she dumped Veronica off the chair, telling her “Now put on a good dance for the video, hun. Don’t worry about a thing. And don’t worry about the chair because I’ll make sure to put it right back.”

At exactly 1350h (1:50PM) we launched my sister off the earth. My arms went wide with great anticipation. Sandy looked like she was going to orgasm just standing there watching Veronica dangle in the noose.

Verri’s legs searched for the floor. Then she started to pedal. A happy, horny Sandy gasped with delight.

“That is soooooo fucking hot, Mike! Just look at her kick! The poor thing must really want that chair back! Not yet, Verri; not yet! We’re still taking video for your peril project!”

Veronica managed to turn and look at the both of us as she struggled. A sheen of perspiration broke out all over her bronzed skin. She rasped and gurgled as she moved her lips. But no sound was forthcoming other that a few more rasps for breath.

“Fuck!” Sandy gasped, instinctively covering her mouth.

“She looks great, doesn’t she?” My cock was hard again, desperately needing another release.

“She looks like… like she was made to hang, Mike! What do you call them again?”

“A noose-whore?”

“Yes; that’s it! Fucking hell; she looks exactly like a noose-whore!”


My half-sister began to fight the coil around her throat in earnest. It was a thick rope, one we’d chosen to extend her suffering. And she was suffering gloriously. I definitely didn’t need Sandy as a fluffer for this part of the project.

My sister’s titties bounced nicely as she danced and kicked. She certainly gave an uninhibited air-dance for the camera. It was amazing the way her naked body gyrated in the noose.

The look of suffering on her face was priceless. Her nipples were hard, indicating she had to be enduring some form of arousal at her suffering. Then she appeared to rub her thighs together.

“Just look at her, Mike! Look at the way her breasts jiggle! Her expression and… oh my fucking God; did she just cum in the noose?? You’ve got to fuck her now, Mike! I think she wants you to fuck her now!”

Veronica made sweet rasping sounds as she tried to breathe. She was still kicking a little. It was erotic as hell.

I stepped up to her and told her how sexy she looked. “It’s going to be one hell of a peril vid, Verri. But Sandy thinks I should fuck you now. What do you think?”

She gurgled as her legs flew outward. Then she brought her thighs together. She rubbed until she shuddered for a second time.

“She’s cumming again, Mike! She really wants it!” Sandy was panting heavily, looking as though she’d just had an orgasm of her own.

I gently stroked my dear half-sister’s cheek as she kicked a little. “Sandy thinks you want me to fuck you, Verri. I know I’ve always wanted to. And now I see you want me to as well. So I’m going to give it to you while you’re still hanging in the noose. It’ll make for a great video. I sure do love you, Verri.”

I stepped up onto the little wooden box we’d left below her. It was good for catching spills and messes. Sandy was so thoughtful putting it there before the hanging. And I was pretty sure Veronica wasn’t going to mind.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her to me. She rasped and gurgled as her legs fluttered a little. Then I kissed her lips, sucking on her tongue as it started to protrude.

I started to enter her as her feet cocked and curled. Sandy gasped, “I think she can feel you inside her, Mike!” I looked at her and smiled, noting how my girlfriend seemed to be in a state of euphoria.

I quickly discovered Verri’s pussy was just like Dorothy’s when we hanged that sexy bitch. It was nice and tight. I could feel it clenching around my erection from the effects of the noose around her throat.

It took me some time to push all the way inside. You kind of have to work to get your willie in there. But once you do, they squeeze so hard it almost hurts. Sandy refers to it as squeezing so hard “it hurts delightfully tight”. I couldn’t agree with her more.

I grabbed her ass, pulled her to me and started fucking her. Her pussy clenched wonderfully. She kept making little rasping sounds, although they were starting to quiet down.

“Fuck her, Mike!” Sandy gasped, and I saw my girlfriend finger herself. Then she panted, “Is she as good as Dorothy was?”

“Pretty damned good, baby.” But it wasn’t long until my balls started to swell. I was about to cum inside her.

I tried to hold off, wanting to fuck her for as long as possible. But I guess I’ll never be a porn star. I blew my wad in less than two minutes.

“My turn!” Sandy gasped as she rushed forward after I pulled out. She spread Verri’s legs, knelt down and then mashed her face into my dying half-sister’s cunt. I thought I saw Veronica twitch a little, making me wonder if she could still feel something down there.

Sandy tongue-fucked our sweet noose-whore. Sis seemed to tremble again. I thought her thighs squeezed a little. Then she hung limp.

Sandy went over backward, her face coated with my cream as well as my half-sister’s cum. She looked dizzy and disoriented as she panted for breath. “What a noose-whore cum cocktail, Mike! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so fucking hard!”

I stepped up to Veronica and touched her naked body all over, enjoying the feel of her warm breasts in my hands. “That felt wonderful cumming inside you, sis. You milked the cream right out of me. And you made Sandy cum as well.”

I caressed her cheek. Then I told her, “This is going to be the best peril video ever. I love you, Verri.” Her face was a purplish-red so I assume she was too embarrassed to reply. Or maybe the noose had simply exhausted her.

I stepped over to the camera and paused it to take some stills. Veronica hung nice and quiet for Sandy and I. I think she wanted us to get some great pictures to go with her peril video.

At one point her bladder released. “Should have expected that,” Sandy said with a laugh. “At least the box below caught a lot of it.”

Verri gently swayed back and forth, her body twisting in one direction and then reversing itself. Her nipples were still hard. It looked like her pussy was still dripping from what must have been an incredibly intense orgasm.

I finally took her down and then carried her over to the sofa. Sandy slid the chair back under the noose. “I did promise her I’d put the chair back,” she said with a knowing smile.

I propped Verri’s body up on the sofa before spreading her legs. Sandy immediately dove right in to do a little necro muff-diving. So I stuck my cock in Sandy from behind and gave her a nice, long fuck as she feasted until she went off with a couple more orgasms.

It’s not important for you to know how we disposed of the body. Let’s just say Sandy knows a guy who works for a mortuary. He even lets her help him out, although I can only imagine the type of “help” Sandy gave him with my half-sister’s corpse.

In the end the video turned out rather well. If you have never hanged and fucked your sister, half-sister or otherwise, I suggest you give it a try. Take it from your “Uncle Mike”. Trust me; I ought to know.

(end)

2019 (written for Mike and Sandy Jan 28 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by his renders and his story idea.)

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I’m hanged (male themes) 4.4 (29)

I was hitchhiking across the country when he picked me up. It was hot hitching across the Southwest. I was grateful he pulled over and gave me a ride.

He offered to take me home and put me up for the night. He guaranteed me fried chicken and a hot bath. So I took him up on his offer.

He seemed nice enough, and he treated me well. But there was something about the way he kept looking at me. It made me wonder if he was attracted to me.

Once inside his home he told me there was one room I wasn’t allowed to look inside. Otherwise I had the run of the house. I was allowed to spend the night in his guest room.

After eating supper and watching some TV, I decided to take a hot bath before going to bed early. It had been a long day. I was looking forward to a bath and a good night’s rest.

After my bath I sacked out, sleeping in my briefs. But in the middle of the night I had this dream. At least I think it was a dream.

He opened the door and came into my room. I remember him putting his hand on my crotch. Instinctively I moved it away. That’s when that part of the dream ended as I went right into another one.

I was curious about the room that was off-limits. So I went to have a look. Inside was a bare room with a chair and small nightstand.

Dangling from the ceiling was a long, thick noose. I couldn’t believe it. What kind of individual had I come in contact with??

I stared up at the noose, wondering who my benefactor really was. Then a thought crossed my mind. Did this guy want to hang me?

As I thought about it, I felt a strange stirring in my briefs. I looked up at the noose as I considered the matter. Why was I feeling aroused? I really didn’t want him to hang me, did I?

The next thing I remembered was being awake sitting in that chair in that small room. I was still wearing my briefs. But now my arms were handcuffed behind my back.

The noose was still right there, staring me in the face. I didn’t know what to think. I do know I was becoming shamefully hard as I stared at it, wondering if he was actually going to hang me.

The door opened and he walked into the room. He was wearing some sort of uniform that indicated he worked for the police. He saw me looking at the noose and smiled. Then he knelt close.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“I’m not sure I’d call it beautiful,” I replied hesitantly.

“Well, you might as well get used to it, Tim. I plan on using it to hang you with this morning. What do you think about that?”

“Hang me? You’re not really going to hang me; are you, Scott?”

“The thought had occurred to me. Besides, I told you not to come into this room, didn’t I? Now here we are.”

I swallowed nervously as I looked at the noose. I didn’t know how to answer. I also didn’t understand why my cock was getting so hard in my briefs.

“You know, Tim. I’m kind of looking forward to hanging you. I’m getting quite an erection just thinking about it.”

“Is there anything I can do to get out of being hanged in here, Scott?”

“There sure is, Tim.”

I couldn’t believe it when he unzipped his fly. Then he brought his cock out. I just stared at him and then at his cock as though he was nuts.

“Getting the message, Tim?”

“I’ve never sucked a cock before, Scott.”

“It’s never too late to learn, you know… especially with your neck being literally on the line here.”

“Are you serious?” He just smiled and nodded.

I gulped nervously as I swallowed hard. His cock was right there at eye level. I looked up at him and then right at his erection.

Nervously I leaned over and took him into my mouth. Then I tried sucking on it. “Take it a little deeper, Tim,” he said encouragingly. “I’d hate to have to hang you for giving me a bad blowjob.”

I didn’t know if he was serious or not. But I sure as hell didn’t want to take the chance. So I took him a little deeper.

I sucked on him the way I like to be sucked. That’s when he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. The noose ominously hung nearby as I developed this disturbing growth in my briefs.

It was humiliating sucking on another man’s cock. It was also shamefully arousing. I felt my dick stiffen considerably in my briefs. Maybe it’s because I was thinking about what it would feel like if he actually hanged me. Or maybe it was because of the embarrassment of having a cock in my mouth.

“You like it; don’t you, Tim? Or are you getting hard because you’re wondering if I’m really going to hang you. Does it really matter?”

He paused my blowjob to pull my stiffening cock out of my briefs. Then he stroked it. I became even more humiliated as he jerked me while telling me he was going to enjoy watching me hang unless I got him off properly.

“P-Properly, Scott?”

“That’s right, Tim. I’m going to fuck your ass. Then we’ll see about your hanging, ok?”

“Scott, I’ve never been fucked in the ass before!”

“Tim, you’re just full of firsts this morning, aren’t you?”

He stood me up and made me kneel on the chair. The he retrieved the baton that had been sitting on the end table. He took it and slowly worked it up into my ass. It was embarrassing as hell.

I whimpered from the violation. “Better get used to it, Tim. My cock will be going in there next. Are you up for it? Or should I just go ahead and hang you?”

“I g-guess you can f-fuck my ass, Scott.” By now I was totally humiliated. Strangely I was also unbelievably aroused.

“Good decision, Tim.” Then he pulled out the baton. That’s when he slowly pushed his cock into my ass.

I grunted as he thrust in nice and slow. It really hurt at first. But after a while my anal passage gradually became accustomed to being penetrated. At times it even felt shamefully pleasurable.

“I don’t know, Tim. You’ve got a great ass. It’s nice and tight; just perfect for fucking. But to be perfectly honest, what I’m really looking forward to is watching you hang to death. You wouldn’t mind doing that for me; would you, Tim?”

I could barely make out the noose dangling nearby. A part of me was genuinely frightened. Another part of me felt this strange arousal at my predicament.

I don’t know how long he fucked me. I fully expected him to cum in my ass. But that’s not what he wanted.

He removed the cuffs before pulling out of my ass. Then he told me to kneel and suck him until he came in my mouth. I was humiliated having to blow him after he’d just been in my ass. I just hoped my satisfying him meant I wouldn’t have to hang.

I knelt before him as he grabbed my head. Then he proceeded to fuck my face. It was humiliating as hell, especially the way he called me his cock-sucking noose-whore.

The noose dangled ever-present, making me worried he was truly going to hang me. So I did the best I could. I was rewarded with a cry of pleasure as he thrust hard into my mouth.

I got a load of salty cum for my efforts. He just kept his cock in my mouth until I was forced to swallow it all. Afterwards he pulled out.

I was terribly ashamed, having swallowed another man’s cum. At least now he wasn’t going to hang me; right? Then he made me stand upright.

He turned me around and snapped the cuffs back on my wrists. Then he moved the chair directly under the noose. “I’ve had my cum, Tim. Now it’s time for you to have yours.”

I stammered for something to say as he looped the noose around my throat. Then he made me stand up on the chair. I got really nervous as he tightened the rope snug against my left ear.

He finished pulling my briefs all the way down, leaving me naked and ashamed. Then he stepped behind me. He started stroking me until I had a full erection as I stood there noosed on the chair while panting for breath.

“I’ve had my cum, Tim,” he repeated. “Now it’s time for you to have yours.” And with that he pulled the chair out from underneath me.

I started to protest until I dropped, the noose taking my full weight. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt! My mind just kept screaming, “I’m hanged – I’m hanged!”

I began to kick as I swung back and forth. Scott came around in front of me to watch the show. He had his cock in his hand and was eagerly stroking himself. He had this sadistic smile on his face.

I hitched and jerked as my cock bounced from my gyrations. Then it began oozing until I spurted a little as I rasped for breath. Scott just smiled as he told me, “That’s the way, Tim. After you’ve finished cumming you can die for me.”

I fought that noose like hell; oh, how I fought it! I couldn’t believe anything could hurt so badly. My neck felt like it was stretching as my cock remained stiff.

I finally began to settle down as I tired myself out while internal organs started shutting down. My kicks lessened until I was hardly struggling at all. My cock softened until my bladder released and I pissed myself.

“Well done, Tim,” Scott said with a smile. He jerked his meat so hard that he spurted his cream onto my twitching legs. I could feel my bowels threatening to give way at any moment, an act that would be my final humiliation.

Thankfully I don’t remember anything after that…

2019 (written Sep 8 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by vidcaps I took from the Internet clip No Noose is Good Noose.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3.3 (3)

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Coming November rewards
More of the Island of death row inmates.
The second chapter to the club story A Night to Remember.
Emma encounters some shifting, sinking sand.
Nadia ‘volunteers’ to help with the gallows at a wedding reception.
Terrie ‘takes herself out’ with another girl.
Emma finds herself Jacuzzi bound.
Stanley drowns his first victim.
There’s another victim of the strangler.
A bootlegger has a little trouble with his books.

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

Winter weather has arrived. We’ve already had snow. Now we’re in for a few days of temps that might not break 32. I walk around town for exercise, groceries, a cold caffeine run (soda), and snacks. But if it gets too cold, I’ll probably stay indoors.

The good news is my apartment is so much warmer than my old one. The last one leaked heat so much that I always wore a sweater while sitting at my computer desk with a blanket around my legs. But the blanket is put away and the sweater is hung up. So I’m appreciative.

Thank you so much for being my patrons. Stay warm out there. And be careful when driving in bad weather.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Pleasures and Dangers (reactivated 10-10-19)

12321 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted trio of new underwater tales of pleasure and danger inspired by three separate preview pictures from Aquatapes.

Doubleheader – Cindy and Lisa are back, and they’re just as competitive as ever. They are playful; they love to breath-hold; and they both want to cum. But will these kinky young women push themselves too far? (10 pages)

Quartet – Bret and Dan discover their bi-sexual wives have been cheating on them, each using the other one’s spouse. There’s also wind of a wicked plot afoot. Can the two male friends set their jealousies aside and share their wives in the pool? Or will they decide to take matters into their own hands? (6 pages)

We’re a happy couple – They’re happily married to each other, and they love playing in the pool together. She loves pleasuring him to the point of considering letting him take her all the way. But a stressful period threatens to undermine all they have worked for. Will she let her anger carry the day? In a fit of anger will he do something rash? (7 pages)

Aztec Nightmare (reactivated 10-10-19)

5539 – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted tale inspired by JustPaul’s animated Teacher series as well as his animated clip The Aztec Queen.

Ms. Lee decides to do a little exploring in the water-filled chambers underneath an Aztec temple. There is a legend about an Aztec queen who was cursed by some wizard so that the only way she could get off was by holding her breath underwater while making love. Is this that same temple? What would happen if Ms. Lee should stumble across the legend herself? (27 pages; 41 renders)

The Aztec Queen (reactivated 10-10-19)

6615 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story inspired by JustPaul’s animated clip The Aztec Queen.

The Aztecs are victorious in the War of the Wizards. But Quetzal’s father loses his life and she becomes queen. So she rounds up the remaining wizards and sacrifices them to the gods. The last one curses her, telling her she will not be able to achieve sexual release unless she is submerged.

What will this promiscuous woman do? To what lengths will she go to obtain the sexual release she so desperately craves? Will she perish in the attempt? (22 pages; 14 renders)

The Aztec Queen VIII (plus bonus) (10-10-19)

9382 – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new continuation of the Aztec Queen saga, with a bonus story included.

The Aztec Queen VIII – Atl checks on Citlalli, concerned the Queen might have pushed her abilities in the water too far. That’s when she meets Yaotl and learns of his abilities as a warrior-in-training. But will events in the river the next day cause her to hesitate in bringing Yaotl before the Queen? (14 pages)

The Chore – Mary does maintenance on the hot tub owned by her and her husband. Then Dottie the next door neighbor comes over to pay her a visit. But what is this “chore” Dottie says she has to take care of? (6 pages)

Scuba Combo III (Reactivated 10-20-19)

13169 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted trio of sunken vessel scuba stories re-edited for your reading pleasure. My thanks to JustPaul for the cover picture.

A surprise for Zach – While diving with her boyfriend Zach, Vanessa goes off her scuba tank to give him a sexy surprise, only to get caught far away from her air supply when she cannot find him. (8 pages)

Our own private scuba chamber – A trip out to their favorite dive spot becomes dangerous when a couple gets trapped inside the hold of a sunken vessel. (6 pages)

I only wanted her eliminated – Another woman conspires with a husband to take his wife on a dive trip so they can arrange a little scuba accident for her. But what if the wife might not be the only one the husband wants to get rid of? (11 pages)

Dear Diary 08 (plus Club bonus) (Reactivated 10-20-19)

12863 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the reposted Dear Diary chapter you’ve been waiting for – Kristen and her father. Included is the start of another Club tale. Thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Dear Diary 8 – Kristen comes home from a disappointing trip to the mall on Saturday, deciding a swim is just what she needs. But when she gets home she finds her father already breath-holding on the bottom of the pool. She can’t resist joining him for an erotic swim. (10 pages)

Sorority night at the Club – For years all Paris has heard from her mother is Pi Omicron Rho Nu this and Pi Omicron Rho Nu that. Now she’s finally graduating high school and will be starting college and joining the sorority despite less than ideal grades. But pledge night takes place at the Club. And there’s a special display case for those who don’t quite “make the cut” as they say. (13 pages)

Shelly 08-09 (Reactivated 10-20-19)

14577 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted couple more reworked chapters of the Shelly saga. In chapter 8 Shelly cuffs my arms behind my back and then turns me into her “slave-boy”, tormenting me underwater while attempting to make me do her bidding. She makes me promise to “bubble her” three different times. In chapter 9 I turn the tables as we have sex underwater until I grant her request by “bubbling her” for the first time while I’m fucking her. (31 pages)

JP Combo III (Reactivated 10-20-19)

8673 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two reposted older stories from my JustPaul archives. One of his posers inspired one idea while the other story came from several of his great illustrations. Recently edited with nearly 600 additional words added to both tales.

You’ll have to earn it – Emma’s mistress wants her down at the bottom of the pool again for more breath-holding games. If she wants to breathe from the regulator, she’s going to have to earn it by using her mouth, both on her mistress as well as her mistress’ lover’s cock. But what happens when mistress wants even more out of her slutty little submissive? (7 pages)

Going for It – Vanessa goes to the recreational center at closing time to sneak in a little swim. She hopes to lure her personal trainer Paul into joining her for a little after-hours breath-holding in the dive pool. But he is closing the facility. So she dives in naked all by herself, holding her breath while she waits for him to come check on her. Will he come out in time and find her in the dive pool before she starts to get into trouble? And once he sees her “offer”, will he decide to “go for it”? (18 pages; 15 posers)

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Drowning Ophelia 3.2 (5)

I always sensed it was my destiny, perhaps because my namesake in Hamlet suffered the same fate. Deep down I nurtured the seed and allowed it to take root. So I don’t know if it was by chance or if it was my destiny leading me down to the marina.

I saw him preparing his little cabin cruiser. When his eyes lingered on me I felt a chill run down my spine. It was as though I was looking right into the eyes of my killer.

“Hey, there.”

“Hello.”

“What are you doing down here at the marina, little girl?”

“I was thinking it might be exciting to go out for a ride on a boat.”

“What’s your name?”

“Ophelia.”

“Do you know what Ophelia’s fate is?”

I nodded as I told him, “Yes. She drowns in Shakespeare’s Hamlet.”

“Indeed she does. Do you still want to go for a ride with me?”

My heart was beating fast, my pussy damp with arousal as I brazenly walked to his boat. Then I calmly climbed aboard. “Ok, Ophelia,” he said with a smile. “Let’s take you out and drown you.”

His words gave me such an erotic jolt. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious. I assumed he was only kidding around, although a part of me almost hoped he wasn’t.

It was disturbing the way he’d brought it up so casually. For some strange reason I found the idea wildly thrilling, sucking water into my lungs for him during my drowning convulsions. Something told me he would enjoy tossing me over the side just to watch my drowning bubbles come up.

I took up a seat as he freed us from the dock. Then we slowly motored out of the harbor. My heart beat faster as we headed out to sea.

I looked back to watch the shore fade away into the distance. Then we were out in open water. I was both frightened and aroused.

I don’t know how far out we were when he cut the engine. We drifted to a stop out in the middle of nowhere. Then he came over and smiled at me.

“If you’re going to go overboard, you have to do it naked. You know that, don’t you?”

I gulped as I nodded with understanding. Then I slowly stripped out of my clothes, leaving them neatly folded on the bench seat. When I was done I turned and stood before him, showing him my goodies. My nipples were so hard, my pussy dripping like crazy

I looked at his crotch and saw a bulge there. He was more than a little aroused at my nudity. Perhaps he was turned on at the idea of drowning me.

I went up to him and slowly pulled his shirt up over his head. There wasn’t much hair on his chest. I didn’t mind, and I kissed his nipples before working my way down.

I loosened his belt and unzipped his pants, allowing them to fall to his feet. Then I pulled his briefs down his legs. His hard cock sprang free right in front of me.

I knelt down and took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around the shaft. He moaned at my skills. After all, I had to do a good job of tipping my executioner, right?

I sucked his cock for several minutes, getting him nice and hard. Then he spun me around and bent me over the side of his boat. A moment later he pushed his way inside my wet, dripping opening.

He thrust good and hard; gawd, how he fucked me! I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that before. It was as though I’d brought out the animal in him, sealing my doom.

He roared his release as he pumped me full of his seed. Then he turned me around and forced me to my knees. Once more I took him into my mouth, cleaning him off.

I don’t know how long I was there. All I know is he hardened right back up. Then he laid me out flat on my back on the deck before he fucked me again.

I cried out with joy as he filled me a second time with his spunk. I had a glorious orgasm feeling him add a second deposit deep in my pussy. Then we cuddled for a few minutes.

He finally pulled me to my feet. Then he had me sit on the edge of his boat. That’s when he went back to a locker and pulled out a length of rope along with a cement block with a metal half-ring embedded in it.

I gasped as he tied one end to my ankles. Then he looped the other through the block, securing it as well. “Ok, Ophelia,” he told me with a smile. “This is where you get off my boat.”

I felt an erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve never been so scared and so aroused at the same time. I just calmly turned myself around until I was sitting on the edge of the boat facing my destiny.

He set the block down on the edge of the boat right next to me. Then he left me there for a long moment to compose my final thoughts. My chest was heaving from fear and arousal.

My pussy was leaking his cum and my fluids onto the edge of his boat as I sat there quivering. I was wet as hell and trembling like a leaf. A part of me thought this was as far as he was going to take it. But another part of me stiffened as I got ready to drown for him.

“You’ve been great, Ophelia,” he told me from behind. I could hear the smile in his voice. Then he gave me a good, hard shove in the back.

I cried out as I went into the water with a splash. I came up treading water with my hands since I could only dolphin kick with my legs. I thought about freeing myself from the block. But what good would it have done? I was clear out here in the middle of nowhere.

I saw him at the side of his boat. He was naked, his cock nice and hard as he stroked it for me. Then he started to push on the little cement block.

I don’t even know what made me say it. I just gave him a knowing smile as I told him, “Go right ahead, lover. Send me to Davy Jones’ locker.”

I don’t know what I was more of when he pushed it off the side of his boat: horrified or excited. The block hit with a splash and sank from view, taking the rope with it. The last I saw, he was stroking his cock as the rope tensed up and jerked me under, causing me to let out an abrupt cry of bubbles.

My arms were free as I descended to the depths. I clawed for the surface before I was overcome by an explosion of white, hot pleasure. Then I was cumming and drowning, losing huge bursts of bubbles.

I twisted and jerked as my arms flailed like crazy. It hurt like hell as I was pulled to the depths. But the salt water made me last a little while longer. I actually felt my internal orgasms dying as another orgasm fully enveloped me before oblivion finally claimed me.

I have no idea what it was like at the surface for him during my final moments. I like to imagine he jerked himself off as he watched all those drowning bubbles come up. I hope he shot one last load over the side of the boat as a salute to my drowning performance…

2018 (Apr 26 ’18)

(Inspired by the picture I found.)

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Priyamani is hanged by her boyfriend 4.4 (7)

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Priyamani? I do not wish it as I love you very much.”

“My parents have forbidden our marriage, Naveen. I am betrothed to Pranay, but I do not love him.”

“We could always run away together.”

“A life on the run is no life, Naveen. Your affection for me can only bring us both pain. I cannot live my life with Pranay, but I do not want to live without you. This is the only way.”

“Please don’t make me do this, Priyamani.”

“Do it for me. Allow me this last opportunity to please you with a special dance. The rope I have provided should be thick enough to grant me the time I will need to perform for you.”

“It will be agony for you, Priyamani.”

“No. It will be sweet ecstasy as I give my life for your pleasure. Afterwards I have but one request.”

“What is that, Priyamani?”

“Make love to my corpse while it is still warm and dangling.”

“Priyamani, that would be wrong.”

“I want to feel you inside me one last time.”

“The dead cannot feel, Priyamani.”

“Somehow I will feel it from the beyond. Please, my love. Do this for me. Do it quickly as I have made arrangements for my family to find me here after you are gone.”

She took the small length of rope and brought it behind her back, pulling on the slip knot to tighten it around her wrists herself. “Now bring the noose down, my love. Cinch it tightly.”

With trembling hands he brought the white coiled noose down and looped it around her neck. She let out a sigh that sounded to him as a woman in rapture. Was she this in love with him?

He nuzzled her neck as she moaned softly. “Now help me onto the stool. Help me up and then tie off the rope where I showed you. They will know I was able to secure it there of my own free will.”

He helped her step onto the three legged stool that stood her a couple feet off the ground. She gasped as she wobbled on her bare feet. Then she saw him hesitate.

“Quickly! Tie it off quickly!”

He went over and secured the end of the rope, making sure it was tight around her neck. “Well done, Naveen. I will not fall far. This way I will give you a fine dance.”

He came back over to her as she stood there trembling. “Touch me, Naveen. Touch me as a lover.” So he reached out and began touching and caressing her through the dress she wore with the strap around her neck holding it in place.

“Feel how wet I am getting for you, my love.” So he lifted up her dress and felt her crotch. It was uncovered and was truly damp.

He fingered her, causing her to writhe and moan. “Goodbye, my love,” she breathed softly. Then she kicked the stool over.

She did not fall far as the rope pulled her up short. But her face revealed the unexpected agony of the noose around her neck. Almost immediately her arms began jerking behind her back as though to free herself.

She began to kick and twist, her eyes starting to bulge. Drool appeared on the tip of her tongue. She jerked and pedaled, her face a mask of pain as she fought for each breath.

Her dance was unrefined; her legs kicked everywhere. That’s what made it all the more erotic. Naveen found it strange that he loved her even more now that she was kicking and strangling for him.

She rasped and gurgled as he thought about her last request. Slowly he removed his pants, revealing his erection. He could not tell if she saw it and welcomed it or if it had even registered in her brain through her suffering.

She kicked and struggled until she slowed. He stepped up to her and lifted her dress. Then he pushed his cock up into her wet opening. Her clenching slit was well lubricated as it welcomed him.

Was she trying to give him pleasure? He could not be certain. She was certainly squeezing as she had done so many times before.

Her face turned red and then took on a bluish tint. Her neck seemed to lengthen her eyes became glassy as though she was no longer seeing. Surely she was fading rapidly.

She continued to clench as he thrust in and out of her. Her body twitched and jerked as stray muscles fired. Then she grew still.

He finished thrusting in and out of her until he experienced a release. He pulled out just in time as her bladder released a few moments later. Then he pulled his pants back up before stepping back to observe her.

She hung quietly, the rope creaking as she gently twisted in place. There was a faraway look in her lifeless eyes. Had she indeed felt his discharge inside her? He decided he would accept it as a last fond memory of their time together. Then he left as per their agreement so her family would find she had hanged herself in direct opposition of their wishes for her to marry Pranay.

2018 (written Aug 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the manip made by ramharraja2001)

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