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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Frank gets out again 2.8 (4)

A bonus story for the month of October.

Sometimes good help is so hard to find. All I know is the door was open and he was gone.

I hollered out, “All right! Who let Frank out of his confinement?”

Igor came rushing up in alarm. “Is he gone?” The open door should have been a dead giveaway.

“See for yourself,” I responded sarcastically, motioning with my hand.

He looked inside and gasped in alarm as he blurted out, “Where did he go?” Then he looked at me as though I might take a swing at him for messing up again. But there was no point in doing that. Frank was gone.

“I didn’t know he got out.”

“Of course you didn’t,” I sighed as I pulled up my iPad and activated the tracking system.

I blurted out an obscenity when I saw he was out of the compound. Worse, he was heading toward the edge of civilization. This was not good.

I was concerned about sending out Igor to bring him back. That might only add insult to injury with both of them out there. It was better to do this myself.

“I’ll be out in the truck!” I declared as I raced for the door.

I headed outside, got into the truck and then took off after my wayward creation. Naturally he was cutting across the countryside whilst I had to follow the roads. I was afraid he was going to get into trouble before I could reel him in.

I drove as fast as I could, keeping a careful eye on the beeping tracker. It looked like he was approaching a home. I swore under my breath imagining him coming in contact with someone. That was all I needed!

I drove in the direction of the signal, following a road that badly needed work. I bounced off a few ruts until I parked at the edge of a subdivision. Then I got out, racing toward the home in question.

I heard a nearby scream, causing me to race around back. When I rounded the corner I located my errant Frankenstein. He’d definitely gotten himself into trouble again.

He had a woman by the neck, an attractive young thing in a skimpy white bikini with red lacing. In fact he was lifting her up by the throat, squeezing dangerously. She kicked and struggled, attempting a cry of terror that came out as a gurgle.

“Frank; put her down!”

He heard my voice and turned to see me, still holding her up in the air. Her feet fluttered a couple feet off the ground. Her face had turned a disturbing shade of red.

“I said ‘put her down’, Frank!” He seemed to understand as he slowly lowered her.

“Now let her go! That’s a good monster!”

He released his grip on her neck. She collapsed onto the ground, wheezing for breath. It had been a very near thing.

“Bad monster!” I scolded him. He looked downward as though understanding he was guilty of something.

“Are you ok, Miss?” I asked as I helped her to her feet. She nodded, rubbing her neck as she tried to speak.

“I’m sorry. He got out while no one seemed to be paying any attention.”

“You let him out??”

“No, Miss. I said ‘he got out’.”

“He could have killed me!” Then she grabbed my neck and started choking me as she repeated, “He could have killed me – he could have killed me!”

Frank responded instinctively. He pulled her away from me before grabbing her by the neck again. Then once more he lifted her up into the air as he started choking her.

“Frank, you’d better…” Then I went silent. After all, I did need a female brain as well as a few internal organs.

She rasped and gurgled as she helplessly kicked her feet. I saw her face turn red again. Then he seemed to become aware of me standing there right next to him.

He grunted as though questioning me. “Yes, Frank, we need her organs and her brain. Go right ahead.”

She looked at me in horror as though she’d heard and understood me. Then Frank squeezed harder. Her mouth gaped open as her eyes bugged out, her feet fluttering off the ground.

She suddenly went limp in his grasp. A stream of urine trickled down her legs. Then I nodded at Frank with a smile.

“The truck is right around the corner. Please bring her along, Frank. I won’t punish you this time for getting out.”

He grunted with a happy smile as though fully understanding. Then he followed me as I headed back to the truck. When I turned to look, I saw he was still gripping her by the throat with his arms outstretched, her legs swaying back and forth with each step he took as he carried her in front of him. He looked so proud.

“Frank, you don’t have to carry her like… oh never mind…”

© 2017 (Jul 19 ‘17)

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Elizabeth goes on a boat ride 4 (9)

Elizabeth went down to the marina. She was eager to go out on a boat ride. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to make it happen.

She saw a couple of guys coming toward her along the dock. “Going out on your boat?” she asked with a smile, batting her eyelids their way.

“Why?” the older one asked. “Are you interested in going out with us?”

“I sure am. Would you be willing to take me?” Then she lustfully eyed them both before adding, “I’d really be grateful.”

“How grateful?” the younger one asked.

“Very grateful” and she licked her lips. The older one told her with that attitude she was more than welcome.

They boarded a nice pleasure boat and headed out of the harbor. Elizabeth promptly pulled off her top to show her appreciation. She was wearing a white bikini top that could not contain her large assets. And her red striped skirt was short enough to indicate there was more to her than met the eye.

They got a few miles out of the harbor before they shut off the motor. “How thankful are you?” the older one asked again. Elizabeth promptly removed her skirt, revealing a red polka dot thong. Then she removed her top, exposing her tits.

He took her out to the end of the boat. He smiled as he asked, “What’ll it be: sink, swim or suck?”

In response she helped pull down his shorts and underwear. Then she knelt before she started to suck. “Good choice,” the younger one told her. “It’s always a good idea to keep the Captain happy.”

The older man shoved his cock in her direction. She hungrily wolfed it down. Being out on the waves was making her horny.

The boat gently rocked as she moaned and sucked. She grabbed on, making sure she could get it all into her mouth. A boat ride and a mouthful of cum was just what the doctor had ordered on a sunny spring day.

She spent several minutes attending to the Captain’s cock. She loved the way it pulsed in her mouth. The smell of the ocean and the breeze on her nipples was making her randy.

He smiled as he told the younger man what a talented mouth she had. She just grinned. Then she eyed him as though he would be next.

The Captain began to gasp and stiffen. His cock twitched between her lips as his balls swelled. Then he cried out his release.

Elizabeth dutifully swallowed it all down. Then she lovingly sucked him clean. She was still horny. Besides, there was another cock to take care of.

“Permission to suck, uh…”

“He’s my first mate,” the Captain told her.

“Permission to suck your first mate, Captain?”

“Permission granted.”

He’d already removed his shirt when she got back inside and went over to him. She began working his belt, eager to take it off. She wanted to see what he was working with.

He sat down on a spot behind the wheel. Elizabeth promptly went to work sucking his dick. It was just as tasty as the Captain’s.

After a while Elizabeth was tired of sucking. She wanted the first mate’s cock in a location much more intimate. So she finished getting naked before they went to the back of the boat where she climbed on and rode him reverse cowgirl.

She gasped and moaned at the pleasure she was receiving. The way the boat rocked on the waves further enflamed her passions. The first mate was really enjoying himself.

After a while the Captain suggested they were at the rear of the craft so his first mate should check her “rear” as well. Elizabeth was only too happy to agree. She turned around and bent over as he thrust into her anal orifice.

“How is she, boy?” the Captain asked.

“Nice and tight, sir,” he replied with a grin. Elizabeth moaned over how good it felt.

He fucked her like that for several minutes. Then he turned her over and fucked her on her back. Elizabeth lifted up her legs, enjoying the shafting she was getting.

When they were finished fucking the Captain came over. He had some padlocks and chains in his hands. He was all smiles.

“Just for that you get a special reward, honey.” Then he and the first mate chained her ankles together. When they were done they padlocked the chains to a small metal anchor.

“What’s this?” she asked, no longer feeling as certain of her situation as before.

“You’ll find out,” the Captain told her with a smile. Then her arms were chained in front of her before a second padlock was added.

They carried her over to the side of the boat. “For being such a good whore, I’m giving you the keys to both padlocks.” The Captain put them into the hands of the startled woman. Then they pushed her off the side of the boat.

She let out a cry before she was swallowed up in the gentle waves. Then she began to be pulled down. She was so astonished that she lost her grip on the keys in her hands.

The anchor pulled her downward as she struggled and thrashed about. Then she coughed her breath away. Elizabeth swallowed a massive amount of water which immediately triggered a set of intense convulsions.

Up at the surface the Captain and first mate looked down into the water. A few bubbles came up, marking where she’d gone down. Then more bubbles came flushing to the surface.

“You think she got those padlocks open, Captain?”

“I don’t know. We’ll give her another minute or two just to be on the safe side.”

Down in the water Elizabeth continued to be dragged to the bottom. She kept hitching and gurgling, almost bending over from each convulsion. Then her struggles lessened as the anchor continued to pull her down.

Up at the surface the Captain checked his watch. “I don’t think she’s coming back up. It’s been three minutes. Shame really. She was quite the slut.” Then they started the motor before turning the boat around and heading back to shore.

(May 10 2019) (Inspired by pictures from CaptainStabbin.com.)

 

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Gambling your life away (Part 5) 4.5 (16)

Part V

Dorothy hesitated long enough for the attendant to come over and begin assisting her. Perhaps she was numb from having just witnessed the deaths of her sisters. Now she was about to join them.

“There – there,” Monique said as she got the young woman out of her clothes. “At least you got to witness some exciting executions. Now you’ll get to experience our entertainment stage for yourself.”

“Well said, my dear,” the club co-owner remarked with a smile to his attendant.

“Not at all, Mr. Rick. You’ve been more than gracious with your guests. Hasn’t he, miss? After all, he could have executed your sisters without a moment’s thought. The fact he allowed you to gamble for their lives shows how generous he is, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I… I don’t… I s-suppose…”

Dorothy blushed as she ended up standing there completely naked. The club co-owner reached under the table and pulled out a length of rope. He handed it to his attendant as he remarked, “I suppose it would only be proper if the condemned was led out with her hands tied behind her back. Don’t you think so?”

“I agree, Mr. Rick. It puts her in her proper role. Hold still, miss, while I secure your wrists behind your back.”

“R-right now?? You’re going to t-take me out and hang me right NOW??”

“I see no point in delaying the inevitable. I’ve certainly enjoyed our time together. I thought you and your sisters were going to take some money from me before your visit with us concluded. But now it’s time for you to pay the piper, so to speak.”

“But what about my sisters??”

“We’ll save their heads, of course. Their meat will be prepared for our guests. But rest assured, we’ll make sure some can be shipped to your parents once you give us their address.”

“I, uh… maybe you shouldn’t… daddy might have a coronary…”

“I can understand your hesitation miss.”

“There,” Monique declared as she finished with a flourish. “All set, Mr. Rick.”

“I’ve already alerted the Entertainment stage. There should be a nice crowd waiting for us. Shall we go, miss?”

“Right now? You mean… like this??”

“You’re going to hang naked on the stage,” Monique told her with a smile. “There’s no reason for you to wear anything else before we get there, not unless Mr. Rick suggests otherwise.”

The attendant looked at the club co-owner who smiled back at her. “Quite correct, my dear. There’s no need to cover such a fine body. Besides, anyone still loitering around the machines might be curious to see what kind of a fine female specimen we’ll be hanging up onstage.” Then he motioned grandly at the door. “Shall we proceed?”

Dorothy nearly wet herself as Monique grabbed an arm and steered her toward the door. She paused long enough to get one last look at her three dead sisters. It still seemed so surreal.

The look on Zilpha’s severed skull seemed to be one of surprise. Emily’s naked body looked singed in the chair, her eyes wide and her mouth open. Winifred drifted up and down in the drowning tank, her eyes staring vacantly as her mouth gaped open from the horror of her drowning. A solitary bubble slipped out of her mouth. Then Dorothy was escorted out of the room, those images forever burned in her brain.

Being led naked through the club was more humiliating than she could have possibly imagined. Many of the gamblers paused to take a good look at her. She almost wet herself as she struggled to control her bladder.

What was it going to feel like to hang to death? Her nipples grew hard, her pussy moist as she thought about it. It was a helpful distraction as so many eyes kept gazing at her nakedness.

Dorothy was embarrassed beyond belief. She was also filled with a horrific arousal. They were actually going to hang her now!

There was a red glow up in the ceiling. It caused some of the gamblers to murmur to each other. Others were too focused on their gambling to notice. But there was enough interest that Dorothy’s escort turned into a small parade as it wound its way through the casino.

They rounded a corner and saw the Entertainment stage with its many implements of execution. A crowd had already gathered, most of them staring at her to see who was going up onstage. Dorothy blushed again at so many eyes studying her quivering, naked body.

There were more murmurs and bits of conversation. Dorothy could hear some of them talking about her. “Is that the one they’re going to hang?”  “She looks lovely!”  “Damn, they’re hanging her? She’s going to look great in the noose!”  “Wow, what a sexy hanging victim!”

Dorothy was taken to the steps leading up to the Entertainment stage. That’s when she saw the noose and the little gallows platform. She let out a gasp and then promptly wet herself.

Mr. Rick stepped out of the way to allow Monique to do her job. She escorted Dorothy up the steps, urging her to watch her step. They wanted a slow hanging, not an accidental broken neck.

The attendant had served at many such executions before and had learned to work the crowd. So she stopped Dorothy in front of the gallows, turning her to face the spectators. The young woman saw all those eyes on her and grew weak in the knees, almost collapsing in a heap.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming. We have a special treat for you. Earlier tonight we had four sisters gamble in a private room with our club co-owner. This is the last surviving sister.”

“Each one gambled and lost in several games of chance. I want to assure you there will be video of each death available to you before you leave the club tonight. These deaths include a beheading, death by electrocution, and a drowning. So there should be something fun to fit your specific tastes.”

Her words generated several murmurs of interest. There appeared to be some curiosity over who had been executed. Dorothy felt all eyes upon her and wished she could hide behind the attendant.

“Here we have the last sister. She will be soon be dancing on our gallows for your viewing pleasure. Ladies and gentlemen, please give her a nice round of applause.”

The spectators cheered and applauded. Some sounded eager to watch her hang. Dorothy blushed as she stood there, humiliated beyond belief.

“Our club co-owner has been most gracious serving as host to these lovely sisters. He gave the ladies a sporting chance even after they had lost. But when the last sister had gambled her life away, he could only think of sharing the spoils with the rest of the Club by hanging her out here on the Entertainment stage. Let’s give him a nice round of applause. Ladies and gentlemen… Mr. Rick!”

Monique motioned at him as the spectators cheered and applauded. Mr. Rick acknowledged all the attention with a nod and an embarrassed smile. Dorothy squirmed on the stage as she died of embarrassment at standing there nude, almost wishing they would just get on with it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Rick’s thoughts were only of the welfare of the sisters even as they were losing. And his thoughts were only of the entertainment value to you, our cherished guests here at our fair Club. So I’d like him to come up here to receive a special reward. “Come on up, Mr. Rick.”

The spectators clapped again as he tried to give her a dismissive wave. But she kept waving for him to come join her up on the stage. The cheers got louder as he climbed the steps and stood next to her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely young lady here has gambled her life away. Mr. Rick has condemned her to hang. Don’t you think she should show her gratitude for his kindness and generosity by sucking his dick?”

The room exploded in cheers and applause. Mr. Rick blushed as he lowered his head in embarrassment. Dorothy was humiliated over the way she was now required to service the club co-owner before her hanging.

Monique forced the naked young lady to kneel right in front of Mr. Rick. He smiled with embarrassment as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, bringing out a noticeable erection. The cheers grew louder as the attendant made the young woman take his cock between her lips.

Monique forced Dorothy to suck until she began to bob her head on her own. The young woman was utterly humiliated. Everyone cheered her effort as she was filled with shame as well as a perverse arousal.

Some of the audience began to chant, “Suck – suck – suck – SUCK!” Other voices cried out for him to gag her. Monique smiled at her employer as Mr. Rick took Dorothy’s head and thrust harder into her mouth, much to the delight of the gathered spectators.

Dorothy was flush with arousal and humiliation. She could feel her bladder wanting to give way again. She could hardly believe she was going to be hanged as soon as she obtained a mouthful of cum.

The co-owner began to grunt as he thrust harder. Dorothy felt excited yet embarrassed that her oral skills had not diminished. A moment later her head was grabbed as her face was fucked hard.

The crowd cheered as she got one… two… three spurts in her mouth. Then he pulled out. The spectators roared as a big glob of spunk splattered her cheeks, almost getting into her eye.

Monique smiled at her employer. Mr. Rick quickly zipped back up before thanking both her and Dorothy for the release. Then the attendant helped the young woman back onto her feet.

Mr. Rick descended the steps as Dorothy was escorted up onto the gallows platform. She was red-faced from the spunk clinging to her face. She wondered what her sisters would think if they could only see her now. Maybe they were looking down on her from the afterlife, laughing their asses off.

Monique efficiently noosed Dorothy up, making sure the knot was secured behind her left ear. The young woman panted for breath. That’s when the crowd began cheering for her hanging. And that’s when Dorothy wet herself again.

A male voice in the audience cried out, “Hang the sexy bitch!” Others took up the cry. That’s when Monique smiled as she grabbed the lever.

She told Dorothy, “I hope you and your sisters enjoyed our fine Club. Too bad about your rotten luck. I hope you’ll put on a wonderful show for Mr. Rick and our valued clients.” Then she pulled the lever.

Dorothy let out a cry that was instantly cut off the moment the floor dropped away and the noose tightened around her throat. She didn’t fall very far, but it was enough. The noose tightened as her feet began flying every which way from the sudden strain on her neck. Then her knees came together as she started humping and fucking the air, squirting her orgasm for all to see.

There were cheers and wild applause at such an erotic display. Then she began her dance. It was lewd and uncoordinated as she jerked in the noose, fighting against the coil that tightened around her throat.

She rasped and gurgled as her body fought to live. Then she got a brief image of her sister Zilpha losing her head. It made her wonder if the poor thing had gotten off lucky being beheaded so quickly.

Her arms jerked upward behind her back as her toes cocked and curled. She threw her chest out as though wanting the entire room to see how hard her nipples had become. Her breasts bounced wildly as her legs kicked every which way.

Dorothy wanted the pain to end. But Monique had used a thicker noose on her. She was still getting a little air, enough to make the experience all the more agonizing since she couldn’t get a full breath.

Her legs flew outward, setting her to swinging back and forth. Dorothy was conscious enough that she tried really hard not to put on such a wild display. But she no longer had control of her motor functions as her body fought to live.

The humiliation of hanging naked swelled within her again. Her body wanted another release. A moment later she began thrusting her hips forward as though fucking the air until another orgasm washed warmly through her body.

Dorothy tried one last time to jerk her arms around behind her back as her feet stretched for a floor that was well out of reach. She jerked a couple of times as though trying to shed her noose. Then the fight seemed to evaporate right out of her.

She tiredly swung back and forth as though trying to conserve what little energy she had left. Stray muscles made her legs twitch. Her eyes felt like they were bugging out as her tongue began to protrude between her lips.

Monique waved for the club co-owner to come back up on stage. Mr. Rick shook his head, but she was not to be deterred. He finally took the steps and joined her to the cheers of the spectators.

Monique waved for him to have fun examining the body. Mr. Rick began pawing Dorothy’s naked flesh as she twitched and shuddered. He cupped her breasts and fingered her swollen nipples, much to the delight of those in attendance.

Monique whispered something into his ear. In response he reached down and stuck a couple fingers up Dorothy’s twitching twat, generating hoots of glee from the audience. There was still a little clenching going on.

Attendant and co-owner pawed and fondled the body until the noose completely closed off Dorothy’s windpipe. She shuddered as her bladder gave way one last time, allowing a trickle of urine down her legs. Her heart slowed as they groped and pawed her until it finally stopped beating.

Monique and Mr. Rick noticed Dorothy wasn’t with them anymore. So they stepped aside to allow the spectators a good, long look at her naked body as she dangled there. Monique loudly thanked them for enjoying Dorothy’s performance and for coming to the Club. Then they began to disperse, talking among themselves how good it had been.

Mr. Rick gave instructions to leave her up for an hour barring any future need of the gallows for the night. Then he instructed Monique to make sure all the skulls were gathered before the bodies were sent down to the kitchen. He thought the heads of the four sisters would make for a nice display.

He wanted a little tableau to describe their visit and what had occurred during their brief stay with the Club. That way they could serve as a warning for people to be careful not to gamble their lives away without fully understanding the risks. Then he thanked Monique for her service before the two parted for the evening.

2019 (written for Dorothy Mar 4 ’19 by riwa)

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Kill the bitch (A Revy fanfiction) 3.7 (3)

She hadn’t counted on being told to go kill another woman. But Revy wasn’t no ordinary woman. She was a mercenary whose reputation had spread throughout the city.

Diane had learned Revy was deadly with a pair of Berettas in shoulder holsters. Apparently the young woman had no conscience whatsoever. She would kill at the drop of a hat, and she had a temper to match. Together it made for a dangerous combination.

Diane had accepted the assignment and had set out to find the woman. But finding her and surviving the encounter made her extra careful. After all, she’d been told the woman had an itchy trigger finger.

She finally caught up with the deadly mercenary at the sight of one of her hits. Revy roared in on her motorcycle, killed half a dozen men and then roared away. Two of the men had been unarmed, but the bitch hadn’t cared, simply shooting them both at point-blank range.

As it turned out, Diane just happened to be there to witness it. Seeing Revy in action was quite the education. Fortunately she had stayed hidden or she might have drawn a little fire in her direction. Still, the lethal mercenary had left several dead bodies in her wake.

Diane picked up the assassin’s trail and followed her to an apartment complex on the corner of Sherwood and Elm. There was another apartment building on the opposite corner. Diane picked out the room she wanted, “convinced” the tenants that moving out would be a wise decision, and then put in an application for a short lease.

She moved in with very few personal items. She only needed a bed, some clothes and a pair of binoculars to watch the apartment across the street. The place that needed watching was on the corner on the second floor with three handy windows to look inside.

One evening she saw the lights come on across the street. The lethal mercenary was back. The blinds had been left up so she had a clear view inside. Apparently the hitwoman did not expect anyone to be looking in on her, certainly not if they knew what was good for them.

That first night she learned Revy was a heavy smoker and drinker. The assassin didn’t do much other than watch a little TV. Diane suspected this was going to be a boring stakeout until her opportunity to take the woman out finally presented itself.

It was on the second night that she began to get an education. She watched through a window as Revy went into the bathroom to strip. Diane took in the toned legs, the tight abs and firm breasts. She was dealing with a woman who was in much better shape than she’d anticipated. She would have to be careful.

Diane watched through the uncovered window that gave her a direct view into the bathroom. She was surprised the way the mercenary seemed not to care whether or not anyone might be looking in through the open windows. Perhaps those who had tried in the past had ended up regretting it.

She saw Revy peeing on the toilet with a cigarette in her hand, a rather intimate thing to be witnessing. Then the assassin stood up and went into the shower. She took a razor with her and began scraping off what little hair was visible in her crotch.

Diane was more than a little surprised. This woman actually took care of her lady-parts? Was the appearance of her vagina that important to her??

When the shaving was done, Revy came out of the bathroom and retired to her bed. But she didn’t bother putting anything on. It seemed she slept nude. But this night Diane discovered Revy wasn’t the least bit interested in sleeping.

She watched in surprise as the toned young woman began touching herself, swirling her nub with a finger. Now this was interesting! She’d heard a report of a shooting over by the docks earlier in the day and had assumed it was her handiwork. Was she now actually getting herself off after what had been a successful kill? Had she no conscience whatsoever??

She observed as the lethal mercenary continued to touch herself. It wasn’t long until she saw the woman’s labia become swollen from the attention, her pussy beginning to glisten with moisture. Revy rubbed harder and faster until she tipped her head back, her body quaking. Damn, was the deadly assassin actually experiencing an orgasm??

“The fucking slut,” Diane murmured to herself as she watched with her binoculars. “So she likes to masturbate, does she? Since that was probably her work down at the docks, does this mean she likes to come home and get off after a successful kill?”

She found herself getting aroused watching the mercenary masturbate. Then she got disgusted with herself for becoming so turned on. She’d seen enough for one night; it was time to get some shut-eye. Besides, she was expecting a call in a few days to authorize the hit. Then she would be done with her once and for all.

There wasn’t much activity the next day. Revy went out and returned with Chinese takeout. She spent much of the day smoking, drinking and relaxing. But that evening the assassin masturbated again. What the hell??

The third day Diane tailed her to a bar. She seemed to be well known there. But even among the people she knew, her temper was not moderated. In fact she almost came to blows with someone.

Diane followed her back to the apartment, watching from a discreet distance as she took some guy home with her. He seemed to be an acquaintance of hers. Diane thought this might prove to be interesting.

She got home, got her binoculars and looked across the street. The blinds were still open. She had visible access to what was going on inside.

The man in the apartment smoked and drank with the deadly assassin as though they knew each other. For a moment Diane thought there was a brief flare-up as though he’d said something that had angered his companion. Then she took him by the front of his white shirt, slammed him up against the wall and kissed him hard. Now that was interesting!

She watched curiously as the mercenary allowed the man to undress her. There were a few scars Diane hadn’t noticed the day before, although a couple of wounds appeared to blend right in with those tattoos she’d seen earlier. But the breasts were still nice and firm, the stomach toned and lean.

She watched Revy get undressed before roughly jamming the male’s face into her crotch. So she was making him eat her out, eh? Diane noticed right away how the mercenary seemed to be running the show concerning their sexual encounter.

It wasn’t long before he appeared to have given her an orgasm from licking her out. Only then did she allow him to strip. She laid him flat on the bed and stripped him of his pants until his cock stood erect. Then she climbed aboard and rode him, crying out until she appeared to have another orgasm.

Diane found herself getting aroused again watching the amateur porn taking place right across the street through the uncovered windows. She had no idea the lethal mercenary over there liked having so much sexual pleasure. First it was masturbating… and now it was outright fucking. Apparently the slut enjoyed other pleasures besides killing.

Diane watched for a while before she found herself becoming horny again. There was no point watching them have sex and getting aroused by it. She finally put down her binoculars and went to bed. But her mind was on the couple having sex in the apartment across the street as she drifted off to sleep.

There was very little activity the next day. That evening Diane watched as Revy smoked and drank again. She also saw the assassin strip out of her clothes, lie on the bed with the pillow between her thighs and hump the damned thing. Hell, was there anything that lethal bitch wouldn’t fuck??

The apartment appeared easy to enter. Getting in shouldn’t be too hard. If she wasn’t seen, she might be able to slip into that corner apartment, get in and make her kill, and then get out before anyone was the wiser.

She watched the other inhabitants of the building come and go to learn the best time when to slip inside. When Revy wasn’t there or was not on assignment she could usually be found at that bar with those same familiar faces. Diane was starting to pick up on her habits… starting to develop a plan of attack.

On the sixth day there was another killing. Revy’s handprints were all over it. Afterwards Diane followed her home from a safe distance.

That night Revy took a shower, razored her pussy again, and then retired to her bed. She pulled out a toy she started using. It looked like some sort of vibrating dildo.

Diane couldn’t believe it. Did that bitch need to cum again after taking another life earlier that day? What a fucking slut!

The next day three more men bought it down at a warehouse. The murders reeked of Revy’s handiwork. Diane hadn’t seen it happen, but she’d seen Revy in the vicinity on that motorbike of hers.

She followed her home where that female she’d seen at the bar showed up. At first it looked like there was some sort of argument until it appeared the two were going to come to blows. Then Revy slammed her companion against the wall and started kissing her.

Diane watched with interest, quietly muttering, “Is she drunk? What the hell? She fights and then she wants to make out? Who is this slut??”

The two women stripped out of their clothes. Then there appeared to be another minor conflict over something. She watched as Revy finally forced the woman’s head into her crotch.

They settled down as Diane observed some female sex. Damn! That horny mercenary didn’t seem to care with who or what she fucked! Male or female, dildo or pillow, none of it made any difference!

Diane found herself getting horny again. Revy did have a nice body. Hell, if she wasn’t so dangerous and unpredictable, she might have been interested in a nice little hookup. But here she was – staring across the street like a voyeur while waiting for word to kill the mercenary.

Diane was getting horny again. So she went to bed and rubbed herself until she fell asleep. She was starting to get jealous of all that pleasure that assassin seemed to be enjoying every damn night… and now it was starting to piss her off.

The next day Diane got word: kill the fucking bitch. She decided she would make her move that night if it were possible. But there were too many bodies going in and coming out. So she put it off until a better time.

The next day she tailed Revy to a business, just to see if an opportunity might present itself. But shots rang out before Revy came rushing out, hopping onto her motorbike and speeding off. Diane paused long enough to observe two more males had bought the farm, courtesy of that murderous slut.

That night she went back to her leased room and prepared to go over. But she had to wait until Revy showed up. Apparently the bitch was hanging out at that bar with those friends of hers, no doubt regaling them with her murderous exploits.

Diane watched as the slut finally came home, noting she was alone. But there was a little too much activity going in and out of the building. She hesitated to make a move.

She got out her binoculars and witnessed Revy smoking and drinking once more. Then she saw the lethal assassin taking all her clothes off. Fuck, was she horny again?

Had killing those two at that business made her horny? Did it turn her on taking the life of another? Apparently she hadn’t had any luck bringing someone home from the bar to fuck. So it looked like she was going to take care of it herself.

She watched Revy strip down, stretch out on the bed and begin to masturbate again. Her vagina was soon glistening, her labia becoming red and swollen. Diane watched as the young woman worked herself up into a lather. Damn, she was starting to get aroused again watching the little slut!

How many times had it been this past week? How often did the bitch play with herself? How many years had she been getting off like that every damned night? Didn’t this mercenary ever give her kitty a rest??

She watched as Revy rolled over and put her pillow between her legs. “Time to fuck the bed linen, I see,” Diane muttered to herself. Perhaps now was a good time to go over while the unsuspecting woman was flat on her stomach humping her pillow.

She was just about to walk out the door when her cellphone rang. She picked it up and heard the voice of the crime boss who had ordered the hit. Only now he was putting a hold on it.

Diane was astonished… “What the fuck?? Now you don’t want me to kill her??”

“I’m going to hire her… give her a chance to work for me instead.”

“I thought you wanted the bitch dead!”

“Not if I can get her to work for me against the other crime bosses.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?? I just finished learning her routine and was about to go put one right between her eyes!”

“Don’t kill her! I may have a job for her. She’s damn good at what she does! She’s left a trail of bodies in her wake!”

“So what do I do now? Do I pack up and go home? You still owe me for my surveillance work!”

“I want you to stay there and keep an eye on her. If this doesn’t work out, I’m going to want her dead pretty damn quick!”

“How long will this take before you know one way or the other?”

“Two weeks. Maybe longer.”

“What?? You want me to watch her fuck and masturbate for two more weeks??”

“What the hell are you talking about??”

“Nothing! Shit! So you want me to stay put and watch her?”

“That’s right.”

“This is gonna cost you extra.”

“I’ll pay it. Just stay put. I’ll be in touch.” Then the line went dead.

Diane was pissed. “You mean I have to watch that slut fuck and masturbate night after night for another two fucking weeks?? I’ll go stark raving mad!” Then she cursed as she threw her cell phone onto the bed.

She looked out the window and saw the mercenary fucking her pillow in the apartment across the street. “Enjoy it while you can, you fucking slut!” Diane growled in her direction. “I’ll wait as long as I have to. But sooner or later you’re going to make a mistake. Then I’m gonna give that pussy of yours a little lead poisoning!”

Diane bided her time. But it was galling looking out the window with the binoculars every night and seeing the slut either masturbating or fucking one of her two friends. And it was always the same two. She suspected the mercenary had more than a casual acquaintance with them both.

After another week had passed, she snuck over to case out the apartment. She managed to pick the lock and get inside. She figured she’d better take a closer look in case word came back from the boss that he’d changed his mind and wanted to put her down. And Diane had a funny feeling that was just what he was going to do.

The room smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. There were ashtrays lying around. Empty vodka and whiskey bottles littered the floor as though she couldn’t be bothered picking them up and disposing of them.

She checked the bathroom and found Revy’s shaving supplies for making her vagina pretty. Diane scowled at the contents. That bitch seemed to love her pretty pussy so damn much that apparently she had to play with it every single day!

She snorted at the feminine hygiene products. This slut was a murderer, not a woman. She just had the tits, ass and vagina of one. But in every other aspect she was cold, heartless and cruel. It was not a good combination one might seek out in a girlfriend.

She found Revy’s sexual playtoys and snorted in disgust. How many times had they gone in and out of that vagina? How long had the mercenary had them in her possession? Hell, as much as she masturbated, for all she knew the slut might have had them since all the way back to her teen years.

Diane decided she’d seen enough. The place smelled bad and she wanted to get out. She assumed Revy’s playmates were just as heavy smokers and drinkers as she was. So the smell probably didn’t bother them in the slightest.

She slipped out and snuck back to her apartment across the street. Now all she could do was wait and watch for any change in the mercenary’s habits. As for her boss changing his mind and wanting Revy to be put down? Well, Diane had a feeling that was going to happen sooner rather than later.

She wasn’t all that surprised when she got a call a couple of days later. But it wasn’t from the boss. It was from one of his lieutenants.

It seems Revy had accepted a contract from a rival crime syndicate and had just shot up the place. The boss had been shot and was now in the hospital under close supervision by several of his men. He was afraid Revy was going to come back and finish the job.

Diane told the caller she wasn’t a bit surprised. The lieutenant just cursed her as he told her the boss had naturally experienced a change of heart as to Revy’s position in the company. As of right this minute he wanted the bitch’s head on a platter… not the body; just the head.

“I figured hiring her was going to be a bad idea,” Diane told him with a wry smile.

“Shut up and kill the bitch, ok? And bring back her head! The boss wants her head!” Then the call was disconnected.

Diane nodded grimly. It was about fucking time. The wait was over. Tonight the bitch was going to die. In fact, she might not even get the chance to experience any last orgasms this evening…

Diane watched and waited. But the hour got late and the bitch hadn’t returned. Maybe she was still celebrating down at that bar.

She finally heard the motorbike pull up around ten pm. The slut was on it and she looked a little intoxicated. Diane waited until she got up to her apartment and turned on the lights to make sure it was her.

She looked through the window with the binoculars, watching as Revy got undressed and headed for the bathroom. Damn, was she going to shave again so she could play with her pussy in celebration? Diane figured if she got over there in time she just might get to put a stop to that.

She put down her binoculars, double-checked her weapon and then headed across the street. But there was foot traffic going in and out. She decided to try the back entrance to see if it was any less busy.

She slipped inside the building and made her way up to the second floor. There was no one in the hallway. She quickly made her way down to the end of the hall and the corner room. Then she started working on the door.

She listened intently. It sounded like the shower was running. With any luck she could catch her in the bathroom and put her down quick.

She heard voices coming up the stairs; she had to work fast. She picked the lock and quickly slipped inside. Her heart was beating fast; she had to calm herself down.

She listened intently, frowning when she noticed the shower had stopped. But Revy hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet. Diane drew her glock and advanced slowly.

She looked over and saw the shoulder holsters with both Berretas still in them sitting on the dresser. That didn’t mean Revy didn’t have access to another weapon where she was. But at least she had a better chance of taking her down without having to deal with any return gunfire.

She advanced carefully toward the bathroom, ready to fire at a moment’s notice. She could smell fresh cigarette smoke, could see a tendril coming out of the bathroom. She carefully peeked around the open door for a look.

Revy had a cigarette in one hand with her legs spread. It looked like she was getting started pleasuring herself by swirling her button using her fingers from the other hand. There was a dripping sound indicating she was still peeing.

The deadly assassin looked up at the same time Diane’s frame filled the doorway. She stiffened in alarm. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m your worst nightmare, bitch.”

“Can you at least give me some fucking privacy first before you kill me?”

“Oh hell no.” And with that Diane grabbed Revy by an arm and swung her off the toilet.

She let out a cry… “HEY!” Then she bounced off the sink, losing her cigarette. A trail of urine indicated she hadn’t been able to stop peeing when she’d been flung around.

Revy roared with fury as she got up and charged. Diane grabbed an arm and slung her around. Revy bounced off a wall and collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

The mercenary was enraged, her pride wounded from being assaulted in such humiliating fashion. She tried to get up, only to get caught in the stomach by a booted foot. She collapsed on the floor, doubling over in agony.

“I hear you shot up the wrong boss today,” Diane sneered at her.

“It’s none of your damn business who I work for, shithead!” Revy was wincing when she said it. But she still sounded defiant.

She tried to rise up, only for Diane to grab an arm and fling her against the toilet. Revy let out a grunt as she bounced off the porcelain. Diane kicked her in the groin again, causing the mercenary to double over in pain.

“I’ve been waiting for this for weeks, bitch! You have no idea how satisfying this is!”

“I hope you… get your… fucking jollies!”

“Bitch!”

Diane grabbed an arm as Revy tried to rise to her feet. She was flung into the bedroom and bounced off the side of the bed. She let out a muffled grunt as the wind was knocked out of her.

“Have fun murdering people today? Did you finish shaving so you could play with your little vagina to celebrate your kills?”

“What do you… know about it… shithead?”

“Plenty!” and Diane grabbed an arm and flung her into a wall. Revy bounced off with a grunt, eyeing her Berettas. But they were well out of reach.

“No, you can’t have those,” Diane snarled as she kicked her in the stomach, seeing what Revy was looking at. Revy bent over and clutched at her tummy… “Fucking… shithead!”

“No, you’re the one who’s been doing all the fucking! When it’s not that guy or that girl I see you with, it’s you sticking your fingers in your pussy or sticking some damn toy in there! Disgusting!”

“What… do you know…?”

“I’ve been watching through the windows, asshole! Don’t you know what blinds are for? It’s so your disgusting masturbation sessions won’t be seen by anyone from across the fucking street!”

Diane kicked her again, this time right between her legs. Revy cried out in pain, wincing from the blow. “You’re going to fucking… pay for that, shithead!”

“You don’t get it, do you! Last night was your last masturbation session! No more orgasms for you, bitch… not after I get through with you!”

“Then fucking… get it over with!”

“No, I think I want to take a look at that pussy one last time before I put a slug in it. After all, you went to all the trouble of shaving for me, didn’t you?”

“Go to hell!” Then she screamed as Diane kicked her hard between her legs.

“Do you like that? Want another one? Or are you going to part your legs and show me your fucking pussy?”

“Bitch!” and Revy tried to kick out at her.

It was a totally futile gesture as she didn’t even come close. But another well placed kick from Diane hit her crotch just right. Revy cried out in agony… “All right; all right!”

She weakly spread her legs while lying on the floor so Diane could have a look. “There! Are you… fucking… satisfied?”

“What; are you fucking wet already? Are you horny again? I beat the shit out of you and it looks like you want to cum? What kind of assassin are you??”

“What the fuck… business is it… of yours?”

“Because I’ve been watching you for the past three weeks, asshole!” And with that Diane kicked her in the crotch again.

Revy let out a cry as she grabbed her crotch. But now she was too wounded and bruised to resist anymore. “Just fucking… finish me off already.”

“I’m gonna do more than that, bitch! I’m gonna do more than that!”

Diane grabbed a nearby vodka bottle and rammed the neck of it into Revy’s vagina. The wounded mercenary cried out from the pain and agony. “What the fuck?” she winced, her body aching all over.

“What? Doesn’t that feel good? I saw your toys, honey! You’ll stick anything up your pussy, won’t you?”

“Fucking… pervert!”

“Not as much as you are, I think. You even fuck the pillow, honey. Don’t you think you should take it out to dinner first… maybe a movie later if you’re going to use it just to satisfy your sexual needs?”

Revy winced, wanting to find the energy to spit out an obscenity. But she was hurt too bad. She wondered if she might have internal injuries because it sure hurt like hell.

She cried out again as Diane fucked her by ramming the neck of the bottle up her cunt. Her pussy squished as she winced and writhed. She couldn’t believe how bad it hurt.

“Hell, you have enough empties lying around in here, I’m surprised you didn’t use one of them as a sexual aid!”

“Go to… hell!”

“You first, bitch!”

The angry hitwoman kicked the end of the bottle, driving the neck deeper inside the wounded mercenary. There was a brief splatter of fluids as though Revy was squirting. Diane was astonished.

“What; are you having another orgasm?? Fucking bitch! I’ll put an end to that!”

She came around from behind, pulling Revy back against her. Then she pulled out a wicked looking dagger. “Boss wants your head, bitch. So I’m gonna give it to him. And I want you to feel it as I cut it off!”

With a slash she cut deeply through Revy’s neck. The mercenary gurgled as her body twitched and spasmed. Blood spilled everywhere, but Diane no longer cared.

“Just wait until… your friends get over here… and find you… with a bottle shoved up your twat!” She sliced with each pause of her words until she hit bone. One last slash and the head came off in her hand.

Revy’s body jerked as blood burbled up out of her severed neck. Her muscles twitched as though wondering what had happened to those signals coming in from the brain. She stared in horror, no longer able to blink her eyes or move her lips.

“Enjoy your last orgasm, bitch? I know I sure enjoyed giving it to you. How about a kiss?”

Diane kissed Revy’s head on the lips, tasting alcohol and cigarettes. She finally spit in her face. “Tastes like eating ashes out of an ashtray.”

Revy’s eyelids flickered. Then the light of life faded from her pupils. Her expression sagged as death finally claimed her.

Diane took the severed head, pulled the bottle out of the pussy and then pushed Revy’s lips to her labia. “How do you taste, bitch? Like how wet you are? Did you enjoy your last cum? I sure as hell hope so, because it’s the last one you’re ever going to feel.”

She pushed the neck of the bottle back inside the beheaded woman’s twat. She gave it a couple of good kicks with her booted foot just because. Then she went into the bathroom.

She cleaned up as fast as she could, unwilling to tarry too long lest the assassin’s friends might show up. Then she wrapped the head in a towel. She left Revy lying on the floor in a pool of blood, her legs parted with a vodka bottle shoved up her twat. Then she beat a hasty retreat.

The next day the boss got a special delivery up in his hospital room. He nearly cried out in shock when he opened a box and saw the severed head of the dead mercenary inside. With it came a note from Diane. All it said was…

WITH MY COMPLIMENTS!

© 2016 (written for “Revy” Dec 24 ’16 by riwa)

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Coming October rewards
We’ll take care of that island cliffhanger I left behind (naughty me).
The start to a short club series called A Night to Remember.
Terrie meets her end (again – I seem to write about her a lot).
Curiosity killed the cat (poor, nosey Emma).
Decapping Dorothy with Mike Hunt renders.
Corinne and the Orc, an interesting hanging story.
Wedding night for the white top killer, inspired by some drawings.
Paola’s last tease.
Wendy has a drowning fan.

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

Mom is grateful I live close. We switch vehicles when we drive to town to help each other out. And we talk about what’s happening around the area. She had to have her roof repaired due to hail damage she got during the summer. Yesterday I stopped by for a half hour on my way home. We make sure not to overdose on each other. It makes our visits nice while leaving us to our space.

I went to the dermatologist yesterday. No new melanoma developments. That’s a good thing.

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Jenna Scuba Bundle (reactivated 9-5-19)

7019 words – $4.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two scuba stories inspired by two scuba clips from MMPTV.

Jenna in Scuba Danger – Jenna thinks she can learn all there is to know about scuba by watching a five minute youtube clip. Seems she’s going to have to learn the hard way just how serious she should have taken it. (12 pages; 9 vidcaps)

Jenna’s Open Water Danger – “Margie” is a research scientist trying to help stem the deadly Ebola outbreak by investigating the viability of a particular plant that grows in a local spring. But it’s been 5 years since she did any free-diving. She must use her scuba gear but she fails to make sure it’s ready for use. (11 pages; 8 vidcaps)

Centerfold disposal (reactivated 9-5-19)

2118 – $3.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another illustrated story inspired by one of JustPaul’s older animations. It seems Hef has a basement where he enjoys watching his centerfolds hold their breath. Misty and Serena are the latest to get to go down to see his gadgets. But don’t worry. Candy and Domino will make sure Hef gets his money’s worth when it comes to centerfold disposal as they hold their breath for him. (10 pages; 12 renders)

A cheating husband (plus bonus) (9-5-19)

10182 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of new stories, one inspired by a JustPaul animation.

A cheating husband – William and Peyton are newlyweds honeymooning in Bora Bora. But things take a turn when his wife seems to lose interest sexually. Will he be patient with her? Or will he gratify his desires elsewhere? (14 pages)

Sea of Lust – A woman has been eager to get out to the reef and get off in a submerged cavern. But she sees a male who apparently has the same thing in mind. Maybe there’s something in the water. A tale full of irony considering the story it follows, wouldn’t you agree? (18 pages; 29 render/vidcaps)

As a special bonus, the animated clip is included.

Shelly 1-2 (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-21-19)

15725 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reworking of the Shelly series, the first really long underwater story I ever worked on about a woman who loves to (drown) “bubble”.

In Chapter 1 I’m given a rather stimulating after-hours introduction to the woman who works there.

In Chapter 2 Shelly entices me to join her in some after-hours breath-holding games during my visit the following week, games that require the application of some rather interesting penalties for the loser. (26 pages)

Liquidating the PI – A short story about a female Private Investigator sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong and finds herself taking an unscheduled bath. It includes vidcap illustrations from a video clip that inspired the story. (8 pages)

Shelly 3-4 (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-21-19)

25189 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reworking of the Shelly series, the first really long underwater story I ever worked on about a woman who loves to (drown) “bubble”.

In Chapter 3 we finish the breath-holding games we started in Chapter 2. But Shelly wants me to be more aggressive with her and to use on her some of the items she brought out in her duffel bag. I’m even encouraged to put her mouth to good use. But I get a little carried away in the end and the night almost ends disastrously.

In Chapter 4 she comes looking for me because I haven’t been back to the pool out of shame. She finds me eating lunch with a couple of coworkers. She tells me the evening was wonderful. Then she springs this rather unusual request on me. (36 pages)

Kane’s Vendetta 4&5 – This continuation of the Kane saga finds Donna flying to Honolulu to check up on her friend after that disturbing phone call, only to arrive and learn the horrible truth. She contacts the radio station and tells Edy she is on her way and is instructed to pick up the agent waiting at the safe house.

In the next chapter the mole in the Agency gets Nicole alone and threatens to (strangle her) remove the breath from her body in a hogtied trap while she enjoys watching. (12 pages)

A cheating husband 2 (plus bonus) (9-20-19)

12261 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a continuation of a story about a couple on their honeymoon in the South Pacific. Included is an older South Pacific story.

A cheating husband 2 – William and Peyton are newlyweds honeymooning in Bora Bora. But Peyton is spending her time shopping with her friends. William spends his time enjoying the lagoon, including taking a scuba course and getting good service at the resort pool’s walk-up bar. (16 pages)

Searching for a Giant Clam – Amanda is in the south Pacific searching for a particular mollusk that will satisfy her desires. (9 pages)

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Choosing between Jasmine and Olivia 4.5 (6)

Note: a fan asked me to choose who I would want to drown in a story between 22 different individuals based solely on their pictures. I hardly knew of any of these individuals. Just for fun I narrowed it down to two and then came up with this goofy way of deciding who to write a story about. Naturally no harm is intended to anyone. Consider it a fanfiction and a creative exercise on the theme I like to write about. At least he loved what I came up with.

Choosing between Jasmine and Olivia

I was finally down to my two finalists – Jasmine and Olivia. I was trying to decide who I would choose to be in a drowning story out of 22 original contestants. I’d eliminated a lot of promising ladies to reach these two. Now I was struggling to choose.

Olivia’s picture was the first one I’d seen. Her body type and cleavage had pretty much set the standard by which I would judge all others. Of course I had other reasons for making my eliminations. But I always kept Olivia in the back of my mind.

At first Jasmine’s original picture did not win her any points with me. But as I researched, I discovered she’d visited a Turkish bath, gotten into the water with a manta ray, and had even gotten into the mud in a bikini. This was a woman who’d been around and was willing to get dirty. As a result, it had kept her in the running while others had fallen by the wayside. And I liked her cleavage in her purple swimsuit.

I invited them to fly down to my private suite at a Resort in Sicily. I wanted to see them for myself just to see how serious they were about this competition. Imagine my dismay when they both expressed their reluctance to show up for an interview.

I was prepared to drop the competition entirely when I heard Jasmine had changed her mind and had decided to come. She flew all around the world for the stories she presented on TV. I guess in the end she saw no reason why she shouldn’t fly down to see me.

A few hours later I heard Olivia had changed her mind as well. I was told she was also flying down. So I decided to meet these two and decide for myself who would win and star in one of my stories.

They arrived together where they were instructed to change inside my large private suite. Then they were shown the backyard where I was lounging poolside. I got up and introduced myself before thanking them for coming.

Olivia was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit. She was showing a little cleavage, but not nearly as much as I had hoped to see. She filled her suit nicely; I had to give her that much.

Jasmine arrived in that same purple one-piece she’d worn to the Turkish bath in her report. I was not impressed with her lack of originality. Even though they were now in my presence I sensed their hearts were not into my contest.

I voiced my surprise at their appearance and then shared my disappointment at their choice of attire. They both gave me looks as though I was unimportant. Apparently I was just some pervert whose presence need only be tolerated until they could depart after learning who had won the contest.

I bluntly asked why they had even bothered coming. “Morbid curiosity,” Jasmine replied, trying to be polite. “I travel anyway so I was curious about this Yank who was having this competition about who was going to star in one of his drowning stories. Besides, I love Sicily.”

“And you?” I asked Olivia.

“When I heard Jasmine was coming, I couldn’t very well say no, could I?”

“Of course you could have. You could have chosen to forfeit your place in the contest. I certainly don’t have to put you in a drowning story. I’m not some big, important writer, although I have a website and have written what… 1100 to 1200 stories with varying themes and topics starring a lot of different celebrities. And as for those people I’ve chosen not to write about? Well, I guess you could say I don’t think they deserve having a story written about them.”

I looked them both over carefully. Then I smiled politely. “Olivia, I wonder how Sky Sports would feel about your lack of enthusiasm, especially when being in the water is often considered something of a sport. And Jasmine, I know you’ve given reports from all around the world. But I’m still not fully convinced you really want to get your hair wet, much less for a story like this. Maybe one of you would like to cede the contest to the other? That way you can leave and not be bothered with me anymore. I suppose losing to the other in something like this is no big deal, right?”

Jasmine looked over at Olivia and smiled. “I guess you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

To my surprise Olivia politely smiled back before telling her, “That’s ok, love. I know how busy you must be. You’re probably missing an important report to give from Cairo or Hong Kong or some other place. You can go if you like; I’ll stay behind.”

“That’s quite all right, Olivia,” I offered with a smile. “You can leave if you want. I’ll just tell Sky Sports how their anchor decided not to go all the way to the end of my contest, not that they’ll care all that much. I’ll simply write a story with Jasmine as the star.”

“No – no; I can stay. She can go if she wants.”

“Really? Ok, then. Jasmine, I guess you’re excused. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. You probably can’t hold your breath as long as Olivia anyway. Remember, she reports for Sky Sports so I would assume she can hold her breath longer.”

Jasmine seemed indignant at my remark. “Hey, just because she reports for Sky Sports doesn’t mean she can hold her breath. I mean… I’ll stay and she can leave if she’s that inconvenienced to be here.” Now they seemed to be trying to get the other to go!

“Why don’t you leave, Jasmine? I can probably hold my breath longer than you can anyway.”

“Why don’t you leave instead, love? Reporting sports is not the same as taking part in sports. At least I get involved in my stories.”

“Ladies,” I said with an upraised hand. “I don’t want to make this difficult for anybody. It’s just a story, ok? It’s possible hundreds if not thousands might end up getting a look at it. There’s no telling if any of your fans will even see it.”

“I think I’ll stay a while,” Olivia stated firmly. “…that is, if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll stay too,” Jasmine countered, giving the Sky Sports anchor a sour look.

“Look, ladies. I suppose there’s one way to help me decide this. Let’s see if I can find out who can hold her breath the longest. That will make the story better if I can include some legitimate times evidenced by how long you can really hold it.”

To my surprise Jasmine jumped into the deep end of the pool without any coaxing. It caught Olivia totally off guard. “Don’t get your hair wet, love,” Jasmine told her after she popped up to the surface and tread water. But Olivia responded by jumping into the pool as well.

“Time us,” she said to me in a challenging tone. Jasmine just gave her another sour look.

“Ladies, I’ll make this easy. Just hold onto the pool ladder underwater. On the count of three I want you to go under and hold your breath.”

They both went over to the ladder and grabbed on. I got my waterproof watch ready. Then I counted them down from three.

At “zero” they both inhaled deeply and submerged. It looked like Jasmine went further down the ladder. Olivia stubbornly followed her down until they were together at the bottom rung.

I watched as they stayed down and held their breath. I checked the time on my watch to monitor their progress. At 40 seconds Olivia came back up, shortly followed by her competitor.

“Well, I guess that decides it,” I told them with a smile. “Olivia, I really appreciate you flying all the way down to see me. I’ll let Sky sports know you…”

“Wait!” she blurted out in disappointment. “You’re only going to time us on one lousy breath-hold?”

“I thought you didn’t want to be here.”

“Well I’m wet now, so we might as well go through with this. She can leave if she wants.” and she pointed at her competition.

“But I’m not leaving,” Jasmine smirked, thinking she’d already won the contest.

“Ok, ladies. I suppose you can go down again and do another breath-hold. Go ahead and get ready.”

They started inhaling deeply as I checked my watch. Then I counted them down. At “zero” they both submerged again.

I watched them go down while leaking two streams of bubbles. By now I’d noticed something had changed. They’d suddenly become quite competitive with each other.

I was fully prepared to name Jasmine the winner as she had a couple of extra things working in her favor, namely her willingness to get wet. But Olivia was slowly working her way back into the contest. I figured she deserved a chance to prove herself.

The Sky Sports anchor came up at 1:02. Jasmine came up a few seconds later. I smiled as I told her, “That shows improvement, Olivia. But Jasmine still beat you.”

She sounded unhappy she’d lost. “Is that all there is to your competition… a breath-holding contest?”

“Well, I do have additional criteria I could judge you both on. But if you need to get back home and don’t want to hang around…”

“Yes, go home, love,” Jasmine told her curtly.

“I’m not going home yet, not if he’s willing to judge us on criteria other than just breath-holding. After all, I haven’t had a chance to work at holding my breath lately.”

Jasmine smiled with mock politeness as she told her, “That’s because you don’t like getting your hair wet.”

“Bitch!”

“Ladies,” I told them with a raised hand. “To be fair I do have other criteria I could judge you by. For instance I like to see nose bubbles while you’re holding your breath.”

Olivia declared, “Then get in here with us so we can show them to you!” Now she sounded like she actually wanted to win my contest.

I pulled off my shirt and shed my shorts. Underneath were my red speedos where a bulge was beginning to appear. They both looked at me as though they suddenly weren’t sure I wasn’t some pervert.

I caught them looking and shrugged my shoulders. “My apologies, ladies. Breath-holding and bubbles are a bit of a turn-on for me. To be honest, part of the contest does involve appearance as well as how much I might be turned on at the thought of writing a story about one of you. I can understand if that offends you. You can quit anytime you…”

“It’s ok with me,” Olivia interrupted.

“I’m good,” Jasmine added.

“Are you sure, ladies? I mean in this day and age…”

“Are you going to join us and watch our nose bubbles or aren’t you?” Olivia was sounding more and more like she really wanted to win for some reason.

I went over to a lounger and retrieved a weight belt and dive mask I’d brought out for just such an occasion.  I put on the belt and then pulled the mask down over my face. Then I jumped into the water with them.

I had to work to get back to the surface where I grabbed the edge of the pool. “Ok, ladies. I’ll count you down. This time I’ll watch to see how long you can hold your breath and whether I like your nose bubbles. Ready?”

On the count of three we all submerged. I let go and went right to the bottom as they climbed down the sides of the ladder. I stood on the pool floor and watched as they held their breath while clinging to the bottom rung of the ladder.

They both started releasing nose bubbles. My bulge became more pronounced at the erotic sight. It was shamefully noticeable, but thankfully they didn’t seem to mind.

It wasn’t long before Jasmine started showing signs of distress. They’d both managed to work themselves into a longer breath-hold time. It was 1:21 when Jasmine had to give up and shoot up to the surface.

Olivia blew me a bubbly kiss as her chest heaved noticeably. Then she headed for the surface as well. I followed them up until we were all topside panting for breath.

“Not bad, ladies. I liked the nose bubbles very much. But this time Olivia won the breath-hold contest.”

“Hey! You said you wanted nose bubbles!”

“But this was still a breath-hold contest, Jasmine. Nose bubbles are to ease the strain in your lungs, not to lose all your air at once. Olivia, it seems you have won…”

“Now just a bloody minute! I beat her twice already!”

“Are you saying you want another breath-hold contest?”

“You’re damned right I do!”

Olivia looked at me in protest. “Didn’t I win fair and square?”

“I may not have been clear about what I was wanting to see. So I’m willing to do this all over again now that you both understand what I’m looking for.”

“Then we’ll go again!” Jasmine declared, giving Olivia the stink-eye.

“Bring it on, bitch!”

“Ladies, it’s just a friendly contest.” But the situation had changed. Now it seemed they both wanted to win.

I gave them the time they needed to catch their breath. Then I counted them down. At “zero” they went on down. I followed them down a few seconds later.

They went all the way to the bottom of the pool ladder. I watched as they smiled at me. Then to my complete surprise Jasmine deliberately hefted one of her breasts in her hand for me.

Olivia looked at her in disgust as though her opponent was trying to win points with me. But when she saw the affect it had on me she smiled as she started caressing her own mounds. The two began putting on an impromptu show for me, sensuously touching themselves all over.

Occasionally they released nose bubbles. But now they seemed focused on pleasing me. I watched and smiled, checking the watch on my hand to make sure of the time.

They both struggled to hold their breath. I tried to indicate how long they’d been under by motioning with my fingers… “1:30…… 1:40…..” They both started to strain, chests heaving and bubbles coming out of their nostrils.

I motioned again… “1:50…” They looked at me and then each other as though not wanting to go up first. It amazed me how stubborn women could be when they wanted to win at something.

I motioned “2:00…” as I felt the burn in my lungs. And still they pushed on. At 2:07 Olivia finally shot upward, spewing bubbles out of her nose. Jasmine triumphantly went up a few seconds later, and I followed her up.

“Not bad, ladies,” I panted when we were together at the surface. “You both broke two minutes and you both had great nose bubbles. I must admit it was arousing to watch you caress yourselves. I hope my saying that doesn’t offend you.”

“Not at all,” Olivia replied enthusiastically. “I like turning you on.”

“He was looking at me,” Jasmine countered indignantly. “And I held my breath longer.”

“You bloody bitch!”

“Ladies, please!” and I put my hand up again to silence them. “You’re both good at nose-bubbling, and you’ve both improved at holding your breath. But it’s true Jasmine held her breath longer. She’s won three breath-hold challenges so far.”

Olivia looked anxious she might lose. “Don’t you, uh… have any other criteria you can measure us by?”

I looked thoughtful. “Well… there is another thing I could use that might help me decide.”

“What’s that?” Jasmine asked irritably, no doubt thinking she should have won by now.

“Drowning conditions… I mean for the story I’m going to write.”

“Drowning conditions?” Jasmine repeated dubiously.

“What are you suggesting?” Olivia asked, the concern evident in her voice.

“Just a simple test… acting really. I pull you both down by your ankle and hold onto you for 30 seconds as you panic, struggle and blow nose bubbles. The one who does it better will have the edge. Of course turning me on won’t hurt either.”

“Is that all?” Olivia asked with a smile, now that she understood the challenge. “I can do that. And I’ll go first.” Then she gave Jasmine an “I-can-do-this-better” look.

“Ok. I’ll use my watch to keep track of your time.” Jasmine gave Olivia an icy look but said nothing.

I submerged with a burble as Olivia moved to the middle of the pool where she tread water. I swam up underneath her and grabbed onto her ankle. Then I pulled her under and held on.

She did an admirable job of struggling and kicking and acting scared. She released a lot of bubbles too. It certainly was a turn-on.

I finally let her go after 32 seconds. She popped up and gasped for breath. I surfaced to catch my breath as well.

Olivia gave Jasmine a triumphant look. “Not bad,” I admitted. Then I looked at Jasmine before asking, “Are you interested? Or should I end this right now?”

She appeared to think it over. Then she swam out to the middle of the pool and tread water. I submerged to prepare my second attack.

At the very last second she appeared to reach up and pull down on the straps to her bathing suit, blatantly revealing her breasts. From Olivia I heard, “HEY, THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Then I pulled Jasmine down with me.

She put up a pretty good struggle, losing bubbles out of her nose as she tried to kick me loose. Her breasts nicely bounced up and down. She certainly made me hard showing off her mounds like that.

It was 34 seconds before I let her go. She popped up gasping loudly for breath. I popped up with her, panting quietly as I smiled at her.

“I like your impromptu choice of attire. And I like how you seemed more panicky and into the scenario.”

“See?” she arrogantly told a fuming Olivia with a knowing smile. “You’ve got to act like he means to drown you.”

“Slut,” the Sky Sports anchor retorted sourly. Then she looked at me before asking, “Can we do another take?”

Jasmine snorted, “You lost fair and squire. Live with it, bitch!” Olivia just ignored her.

“Another take?” I asked curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Instead of pulling us down by our ankle, you can wrestle us to the bottom.” Then she gave Jasmine a haughty look as she added, “Unless that scares my competition over here.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then why don’t you go first and prove it?”

For a moment Jasmine paused to think it over. “All right,” she finally agreed. “I’ll go first. Give me a couple seconds to get a full breath, ok?”

She moved out to the center of the pool, her breasts still showing as she hadn’t pulled her straps back up. Then she gasped, “I’m ready.” That’s when I swam over to her and pulled her under.

We wrestled as I took her right to the bottom due to my weight belt. She looked like she wasn’t as sure about all this as she wanted to be. Her breasts wobbled nicely and she released a lot of nose bubbles. But I let her go around the 29 second mark.

She burst up gasping loudly for breath. I surfaced and gave her a look as though I wasn’t quite sure about her performance. Then we both heard… “I’m ready.”

I looked to see Olivia had totally stripped out of her black one-piece. She was cleanly shaved, her breasts full and swollen with erect nipples. She smiled at me before asking, “Any objections to my going nude?”

“None at all,” I replied with a smile.

“Slut!”

“You showed him your boobs, love. I figure I can show him anything I want.”

“I still think you’re a slut!”

“Bitch!”

“Ladies; please!”

Olivia swam out to the middle of the pool where she tread water, her naked body glistening as she smiled lustfully at me. I swam up to her from underneath and pulled her under. Then I wrapped her in my arms before letting the weight belt work us to the bottom.

She grunted and bubbled as she cried out. She released lots of sexy nose bubbles. She also pressed her breasts against my chest as she humped the erection in my speedos. It nearly made me cum.

We went at it for nearly 35 seconds before I let her go. She shot up to the surface, spewing bubbles out of her nose. I popped up beside her panting loudly for breath.

“That was pretty damned good, Olivia… if you’ll pardon my French.”

“Not at all,” she told me with a smile. “Actually I rather enjoyed it.”

“I could tell. You really threw yourself into that one.”

I looked at Jasmine and saw the expression on her face. She did not look very happy. Then she asked, “Can we do it again?”

I smiled as I told them, “Listen, ladies. This is really starting to get out of hand. I have two different scenarios in my head for a drowning story. One is a pool drowning while the other is a bathtub drowning.”

“Then I’ll act out the bathtub drowning!” Olivia declared. Her expression indicated it would give her the type of intimacy with me she would need in order to win the contest.

“And I’ll do the pool drowning,” Jasmine replied, sounding as though she was now determined to win this thing at all costs. She gave me a sly look that indicated she was willing to do whatever it would take.

“Ladies, I see I’ve brought out the competitiveness in you both. I don’t want the performance of either one of you affecting the performance of the other. So I’m going to separate you two for this one. Are you ok with that?”

They both looked at each other before saying they were fine with my rules. Then I told Olivia to get out of the pool and join me in the bathroom. She seductively climbed the ladder, shaking her fine ass at me.

“You wait out here,” I instructed Jasmine. “I’ll return to see what kind of performance you can give me in the water.” She looked at me and nodded she’d be ready.

I escorted a naked Olivia into the bathroom. It had a large, deep tub I had already used to soak and masturbate. I figured it would be deep enough to gauge her performance.

I drew a nice bath with water about the same temperature as the pool outside. I didn’t want either of them to have any perceived advantage. Olivia tested the water before she looked at me and smiled.

“Do you mind?” she asked. Before I could answer she pulled down my Speedos. Then she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking on it. She sure as hell wanted to win for some reason.

“Do I turn you on?” she asked between sucks.

“Yes you do.”

“What are my chances?”

“Pretty good, actually. When I first saw the pictures of the competitors, yours was the first one I settled on by which I measured all the others.” She smiled at that.

We both got into the water naked. She pulled me down on top of her as she submerged to the bottom. She winced as she blew bubbles out of her nose before kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring my oral cavity.

I let her up for a breath where she kissed me again. They she went back down onto her back, snorting water out of her nose. She winced again, but she appeared to be getting used to water up her nose.

She took my cock between her breasts and gave me a nice titty-fuck, squeezing her mounds together. Then she blew more air out of her nose for me. It was a real turn-on.

When I let her up for air she smiled at me. This time I stretched out in the bathtub with my back propped against the end. She stretched out on top of me and breathed “Time me” before she submerged.

She took me into her mouth and started sucking. She went nice and slow, releasing more bubbles out of her nose. She seemed determined to make this her longest breath-hold yet.

She worked me nice and slow for the first minute, never showing a need to breathe. I couldn’t resist reaching under and massaging her glorious mounds. She moaned and bubbled appreciatively.

At 1:30 she began to pick up the pace as though she was running out of air. She really gulped me down her throat. She had incredible skills; I was most impressed.

I started calling out times to her… “1:40…. 1:50… 2:00…” The more time went by, the harder she sucked and vacuumed.

“2:10… 2:20…”

She really bobbed up and down on my cock until I was buried deep down her throat. I felt her mouth massaging my quivering erection. Then I began to spurt.

She swallowed it all, more bubbles coming out of her nose. She finally burst up out of the water, panting loudly for breath. “2:34!” I announced dramatically. She just grinned at that.

“Ok,” I told her. “I’ll give you some time to catch your breath. Then we’ll work on your drowning performance.”

“But I’m ready to go right now,” she told me. “I assume this is a part of your scenario, right? I probably shouldn’t get that much of a breath?”

“I suppose you’re right. I was thinking of a drowning-the-cheating-girlfriend plot for this story.”

“Perfect,” she told me with a smile.

We changed places until I straddled her as she sat up in the tub. Then I pushed down on her shoulders until she was submerged. Right away she started bubbling and struggling.

I adjusted my position, straddling her chest with my cock between her breasts. She gave me sexy nose bubbles and a nice titty-fucking until my dick was hard again. She was really giving it her all.

She thrashed around underneath me until her lungs began to strain. “Show me you mean it,” I called down to her. She put up more resistance, unable to get out from underneath me.

I grabbed both of her arms so she couldn’t hit me. She tried to rise up but she had no leverage. She looked up at me with concern and then growing alarm as her eyes got bigger.

“Show me you want it,” I told her. Her chest heaved underneath me as she tried to fight me off. More nose bubbles came out of her nostrils. Then she swallowed water.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she gulped. A moment later she went wild, thrashing about underneath me the moment she inhaled. She lost huge bursts of bubbles as she hitched and convulsed.

She had a shocked look on her face as her struggles eventually lessened. Smaller bubbles came out of her nose and mouth. Then she stopped fighting except for the occasional muscle twitch.

Stray bubbles slipped out past her lips as I finally climbed off and looked down at her. She lay on the bottom of the tub for me like a good girl. I smiled as I told her, “Olivia, you’re in the lead right now. But I’ll have to see what Jasmine gives me first. I’ll declare a winner after that.” Then I put my Speedos back on and left her at the bottom of the tub, eyes wide in surprise and her mouth gaping open.

When I got back outside I couldn’t find Jasmine anywhere. I figured she’d quit and gone home, allowing Olivia the honor of being in my story. Then I saw bubbles coming up from the bottom of the pool.

I looked down to see Jasmine had discovered my pulley system. Her ankles were attached to leather cuffs which were attached to a white plastic cable that threaded down to the pulley and then back up. She appeared to be naked. I was impressed with her initiative.

She came back up and panted for breath. Then she saw me standing there and smiled at me. “I found your pulley. Is this what you were thinking for a pool drowning?”

“Was it that obvious? Should I not have had it set up down there?”

“Not at all. It gave me some time to do a little practicing. I hope you don’t mind if I’m naked while we’re doing this.” And with that she inhaled before pulling on the end of the cable.

I put on my dive mask and weight belt again. Then I jumped into the water. I swam down to join her as she swayed at the end of her tether.

She put the cable into my hands which allowed me to ditch the weight belt for the time being. Then she pulled me close and kissed me. Bubbles came out of her nose as she moaned into my mouth.

I started to let her back up but she shook her head… “Not yet.” Then she grabbed for my Speedos. She pulled them down my legs, releasing my growing erection.

She wasted no time taking me into her mouth while grunting up bubbles. She released more air out of her nose as well. Then I gave her some slack.

We both popped up at the surface for a breath. I noticed how hard her nipples had become as she gave me another long, deep kiss. Then she asked, “How am I doing?”

“Olivia gave me a pretty realistic performance. But I’d say you’re starting to gain ground on her.”

“Am I?” I nodded that she was. Then she told me to pull her to the bottom again.

She filled her lungs before I started tugging on the cable. Then we went down together. Once more she grabbed my cock and took it back into her mouth.

She motioned for me to time her. I kept track as she took me deep down her throat. She acted like she was really into it.

For the first minute she did well. At 1:30 I started using my fingers to show how long she’d been underwater. She sucked harder as I motioned, “1:40… 1:50…”

I couldn’t resist reaching down to grope and fondle her breasts. She just moaned with my cock in her mouth as though she really liked it. It was 2:21 when she motioned she needed back up.

I gave her some slack as we both surfaced. We panted for breath as we tread water together. “How’d I do?” she wanted to know.

“You want to know Olivia’s best time?”

“Please tell me, love.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to her if I told you. I suppose I could say you’re pretty close though.”

She caught me by surprise with her next question. “Can I fuck you underwater?”

“I… you want… you want to fuck me underwater?? Are you sure?”

“You’re horny; I’m horny; what’s the big deal?”

“My hands holding onto the cable; that’s the big deal.”

“Can’t you do something… like tie it off maybe? Then you can pull it loose when the time comes.”

“I can do that, Jasmine. That way I’ll be able to keep good track of your time.”

She kissed me again, nice and long. Then she began hyperventilating. She really wanted to win this.

She gasped for breath before I pulled her under. She went all the way down until her feet were a few inches above the pulley. I tied my end off at the ladder before I filled my lungs and swam down to her.

When I got within range she grabbed me and pulled me to her. She opened her legs apart so I could stick mine through the opening they made. Then she guided my cock to her neatly trimmed pussy before impaling herself.

She moaned and bubbled as she started riding me. I groped her mounds and squeezed her ass. She moaned again, sexy bubbles coming out of her nostrils.

I kept glancing at my watch to keep track of her time. She just focused on riding me and kissing me, wrapping me up in her arms. I finally signaled she was at two minutes.

She rode me harder and faster as her chest began to heave. I could tell she was running out of breath. She released more nose bubbles for me as I kept giving her the time with my fingers… “2:10… 2:20…”

She grunted and moaned as she struggled to hold her breath. I could feel her pussy clenching around my shaft. I felt like I was going to cum any moment.

She grunted up more bubbles as I motioned… “2:30…. 2:40…” She really strained with all her might to hold her breath. At 2:56 she motioned with a slash across her neck that she wanted up. That’s when I grabbed her and thrust hard into her pussy.

Her lungs heaved as she lost a flurry of bubbles. A moment later I was cumming deep inside her. She grunted as she responded by shuddering in orgasm. Then she lost a mouthful of air.

Her pussy clenched hard, milking me as she climaxed. Then she was drowning, hitching and convulsing. I noted the time at 3:06.

I was almost out of breath myself as she spasmed and gurgled, her body hitching as her lungs tried to inhale. Her eyes were wide in shock. I finally had to free myself before shooting up to the surface.

I got a big breath and then swam back down. She was still hitching, swaying back and forth as tiny bubbles slipped out through her gaping mouth. It was an incredible sight, erotic to behold.

I swam up to her and kissed her open mouth. I mentally told her she had won (mostly because she was the one who had fucked me and had managed the longest breath-hold time. Then I surfaced and swam over to the ladder, happy with the knowledge I now had my winner and the type of story I was going to write.

2018 (written for Bottomdweller Oct 24 ’18 by riwa)

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Loretta and the stake 3.8 (6)

Loretta was determined to marry Mike. She didn’t care that he was seeing Sandy. She was sure she could convince him with her womanly ways.

Mike had some kinky hobbies. But Loretta didn’t care. She was determined to have Mike once and for all. Sandy could just go to hell.

She found out Mike was doing a shoot down in Mexico. She also found out Sandy was scheduled to be on the East coast. So she packed her things, along with a wedding dress she was planning to wear for the nuptials with Mike.

She made arrangements with Sister Dolcetta to pick her up at the airport. She told her all about her plans with Mike. Sister Dolcetta said she would be happy to assist in any way possible.

Loretta chartered a small plane down. Sister Dolcetta met her at the airport. From there they drove to a resort on the coast.

Loretta expected to be put up in a nice hotel. Sister Dolcetta explained that it didn’t work that way with Mike. She would have to submit to his wishes if she was to marry him.

Sister Dolcetta drove Loretta to a place on the beach. The buildings were rustic, the conveniences not nearly so modern. Loretta started to protest, but Sister Dolcetta explained the necessity of subjecting herself to fewer comforts if she was to be allowed to marry Mike.

Loretta wanted to know what all this was about. Sister Dolcetta explained that she was the go-between. She was also authorized to make any last-minute changes that might be required. Among those might include sending her back.

“I understand you’ll do anything for Mike in order to marry him?” Sister Dolcetta asked carefully.

“Yes; anything, sister! When can I see him?”

“In a couple of hours. In the meantime I am required to house you here on the grounds.”

Loretta was led to a building. Sister Dolcetta pushed the big door open. There was nothing inside.

“What’s this?” Loretta protested.

“This is where you are to remain until Mike returns.”

“You can’t keep me here!”

“Then I am instructed to take you back to the airport where you can charter a plane back home.”

“Those are my only options?”

“Those are my instructions. I’m told they are meant to be symbolic of your deep and abiding love.”

“A couple of hours, sister?”

“It should take no longer than that. I will see to your things.”

“Very well.”

“Oh, one thing more.” Then Sister Dolcetta pulled out a set of handcuffs.

“What are those for?”

“To show you wish to submit as a sign of your love to Mike.”

“Submit my love??” But Sister Dolcetta was already attaching them to her wrists.

“Try to rest. I will return with Mike.” Then she pushed her inside and closed the door.

“Sister?? Hey; it’s dark in here!” But there was no response. Loretta tried to calm herself despite the fact it was warm and stuffy. On the bright side at least she was taking Mike away from Sandy.

Loretta did not know how much time had passed when the door was finally opened. She blinked at the sunlight as she rose to see Sister Dolcetta standing there. “Mike is here,” the sister told her. “Preparations for the ceremony are about to begin.”

“Preparations, Sister? Will there be time to change into my dress?”

“There will be plenty of time for that later.”

Loretta started to emerge. Then she gasped when she saw Sandy appear and stand next to Sister Dolcetta. “What… what are YOU doing here??”

“I’m here for Mike on this special occasion.”

“You mean… you’re not going to try to stop me?”

“I see no reason why I should, not if Mike wishes it.”

Loretta followed them to a fenced off area. “Hey, what about my handcuffs?” But they ignored her.

They stopped in front of a post. Behind it was an ominous sign on the fence. “Execution area?” Loretta stammered.

“Forgive me,” Sister Dolcetta told her apologetically. “This is the location Mike wishes for the preparations to be carried out.”

“Preparations?”

“Yes,” the sister reassured her. “Soon you will be wearing your wedding dress.”

Loretta nodded. But she wasn’t sure she liked Sandy’s presence. And where the hell was Mike??

The sister removed her handcuffs. Loretta was glad as they were beginning to chafe her wrists. As far as she was concerned these were some pretty unusual pre-wedding preparations.

To her alarm Sister Dolcetta took her arms and brought them behind the post she was standing in front of. Then she reattached the handcuffs to the wrists. “Sister??” she protested in alarm.

“Do you wish to give yourself body and soul to Mike?”

“Of course I do! But I…”

“This is a symbol of giving your life for your one true love.”

“Giving my life??”

“Symbolic, of course. Mike IS your one true love, is he not?”

“Yes, but…” Then she locked eyes with Sandy. “Yes he is,” she said firmly. She wanted Sandy to know who was finally getting Mike in the end.

The sister cuffed her to the post. To her alarm Sandy knelt and tied her ankles to the post as well. “Sister, is all this really necessary?”

“You wish to unite with Mike in the bonds of marriage, do you not?”

“Yes, but…”

“There is still time for me to take you back to the airport so you can secure a charter flight home.”

“No, I… I’ll be all right.”

“All set,” Sandy remarked with a smile as she stood up.

“She is ready to give herself up for Mike then?” Sister Dolcetta asked.

“She looks like she’s ready as she’ll ever be.” There was a hint of amusement in Sandy’s voice.

“Is this really necessary?” Loretta asked in frustration.

“It is absolutely necessary in order to please Mike,” Sister Dolcetta explained.

“Maybe I should take these so they don’t break,” Sandy added thoughtfully. Then she reached around and removed Loretta’s glasses. The young woman blinked in surprise.

“Are you fully committed to Mike?” Sister Dolcetta asked again.

“I am,” Loretta replied, not feeling as confident about everything as she was trying to be.

“Blindly devoted?”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“You are or you aren’t.”

“Yes, I’m blindly devoted if that’s what it will take to hurry this along. I still need time to change into my dress, remember?”

“There will be plenty of time. Now wear this as a token of your love.”

Loretta gasped as a blindfold was wrapped around her eyes. “Hey – what? Is this really necessary?”

“I take it the preparations are not to your liking?”

“It’s not that, Sister. It’s just that I… it’s all so unusual.”

“Mike is a most unusual man. Would you not agree to that?”

“Yes, I suppose I would.”

Loretta sighed. She wasn’t sure she liked all these so-called “preparations”. But she was willing to do whatever it took. And if she showed up Sandy in the process, so much the better. She was willing to prove her love for Mike was stronger than that bitch’s.

“A most determined woman,” Sister Dolcetta said to Sandy.

“Indeed she is,” Sandy replied, looking lustfully at Loretta’s chest.

“It appears she’s fully committed to go through with all this. She must really love Mike if she’s willing to take part in all these pre-ceremony preparations.”

“I suppose so,” Sandy replied with a sigh.

“You’re not jealous are you?” Loretta asked with a grin. “Just because I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get my man?”

Sister Dolcetta smiled wryly. “Actually you seem to be attempting to obtain a man who belongs to another woman.”

“Their union is not official,” Loretta declared boldly. “I’m here to do whatever it takes.”

“It seems she loves Mike a great deal.”

“I don’t know, Sister,” Sandy remarked icily. “Does she love him enough to give up her very life for him?”

“She’s come this far in the preparations.”

“She’ll back out when the moment comes for the final test. They all do. When push comes to shove they always seek their own ends.”

“You bitch! What the hell are you talking about? What ‘final test’?”

“Would you face a firing squad for him?”

“A firing squad?? Of course I… what the hell is this??”

“You see, sister? She is already harboring second thoughts.”

“Second thoughts?? I’m not harboring no such thing! Where the hell is Mike??”

“Oh, he’s here. He can hear your every word. He’s watching to see how true you’ll be to him.”

“I’m true – I’m true! Mike, are you there? I love you! I want to marry you!”

“But would you face a firing squad for him?” Sandy snorted in disgust. “I think not. Your love is only superficial.”

“You bitch! You’re just jealous! I’d do anything for him!”

“Anything, honey? Would that include allowing a firing squad to perforate these nice round mounds of yours?”

Loretta gasped as Sandy felt them up. “What are you doing? What the hell is this?”

“A test,” Sister Dolcetta told her. “It is a test of your love and devotion.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she blurted out in annoyance.

Loretta wondered what the hell was going on. She found it getting harder to breathe as anxiety began setting in. And the bitch caressing her breasts wasn’t helping matters any.

“I don’t think you’re willing to give these up for Mike,” Sandy observed as she fondled and hefted them.

“They can be a woman’s prized assets,” Sister Dolcetta agreed. “They are often a sign of vanity.”

“They certainly won’t look the same if they were to be pierced by the sting of a firing squad’s love darts.”

“What the… what the hell are you two talking about??”

“You must get ready,” Sister Dolcetta told Sandy. “You have a very important task ahead.”

“I suppose so.” Then Loretta heard footsteps. Perhaps Sandy was stepping away.

“And so the time has come,” Sister Dolcetta told Loretta. “Mike is ready. All he wants to know is whether or not you are fully committed to him.”

“I am,” Loretta fumed. At the same time she was trembling. What the hell was going on??

“I am very fond of Mike,” Sister Dolcetta explained. “He has graciously permitted me the honor of examining your heart. Is your heart true?”

“Yes, sister. My heart is true.”

What was all this? What was wrong with this crazy bitch? Why was she being put through all this?

Was there some last test she had to pass in order to get Mike all to herself? Was there some ritual that had to be performed? She’d had no idea she might face some sort of test when she’d first pursued him.

Should she go through with this? Or should she quit and go home? She was so close. And she sensed Sandy’s envy. She really wanted to put that bitch in her place.

She felt a hand on her breast again. She gasped and trembled. Was the sister feeling her up now?

“Mike? Her heart seems true. Are you prepared to complete the final step to observe her love for you?”

“I am,” a male voice piped up from somewhere nearby.

Loretta’s heart beat fast. That sounded like Mike! Then he really was here! “Yes, Mike! I truly do love you! I want to marry you!”

“We shall see if you are ready,” Sister Dolcetta told her. Then she loudly declared, “You may step forward and take your place.”

Loretta felt a surge of excitement. Was Mike about to come and claim her? Would they soon be headed off to the chapel? Would there be time to get into her dress? She figured she could change clothes in the blink of an eye if it came to that.

She thought she heard movement. She did not know it was four ladies who had stepped forward with their rifles. She could not see so she could not have known. But she still felt a mixture of fear intermingled with a growing arousal.

“Prepare to administer the final test,” Sister Dolcetta declared. Loretta began to pant like crazy. What was going to happen now??

What was all this talk about a firing squad? She was tied to a post so it all fit. Was this Mike’s way of her proving to him how much she loved him??

She wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with it. It sounded like she was about to face an actual firing squad. She assumed if there were rifles involved then they would be loaded with blanks. But now she was really getting scared.

Sister Dolcetta looked at the firing squad. “Ready.” Four shells were chambered into four weapons.

“Aim.”

The rifles were uplifted and pointed at Loretta’s chest. The trembling woman winced as she instinctively looked upward. She had to struggle to throw out her chest as though offering to Mike her heart and soul. Supposedly he was watching and she wanted him to see her do this.

“FIRE!” The word had come from a male voice.

A volley of shots rang out. Loretta winced and jerked as her chest was perforated with four live rounds. She opened her mouth to scream but no words would come.

She slumped against the post, falling to the ground onto her knees. They’d shot her! They had actually shot her!!

“Her love is true,” Sister Dolcetta intoned. But what good did that do her now?? They had shot her!

Loretta heard the sister say, “Mike, you may come forward.” Blood was filling her lungs as she coughed and sputtered. Her breasts felt like they were on fire.

Loretta was conscious enough to hear voices. They had to be coming from individuals standing close to her. She could hear a male and female voice. But her mind was becoming fuzzy… the voices sounding more and more distant.

She faintly heard Sister Dolcetta ask her if she loved this man. She gurgled up blood in her mouth in response. Then she heard the sister ask, “Mike, do you love this woman?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You may proceed to consummate that love.”

“Loretta, with this gun I hereby consummate my love for you.”

Loretta felt her head being pulled back. It felt like someone had a hand in her hair to tip her head. But the blindfold was still on her face. She could not see.

She felt the barrel of something cold press against her forehead. She faintly heard Sister Dolcetta calmly say, “You may proceed.” Her mind acknowledged the sound of the shot a split second before the slug scrambled her brain matter, finishing her off.

Sister Dolcetta released Loretta from her bonds. The dead woman slumped to the ground, her body bullet-ridden and bloodied. Then the sister motioned for the women from the firing squad to come forward and claim their trophies.

The leader claimed the bullet-riddled shirt to add to her collection. The second took the skirt, liking the idea of wearing something a woman had been executed in. The other two claimed the bra and panties. Sister Dolcetta would eventually claim the white stockings for herself.

The sister turned the corpse over onto its back. She looked down and smiled. Then she turned toward Mike. But he was already getting a blowjob from Sandy who was now on her knees. Apparently the preparations had been successfully carried out. The young woman had bravely faced the firing squad. Now she could proudly wear her dress.

Sister Dolcetta removed the blindfold. Loretta stared up with unseeing eyes. She was still pretty, even in death. Sandy was certainly going to enjoy preparing this one.

“I must say,” Sandy told the body as she washed it down. “I thought you were going to chicken out at the end there. I guess you really thought you loved Mike. Well he certainly loved your role in all the preparations. I had to swallow a gallon of his man-cream.”

Loretta lay quietly on a specially prepared table. All the blood had been washed away. Sandy was dutifully preparing her for the dress she had brought with her.

Sandy put a finger in the wound in the temple. “Stupid bitch. I bet nothing ever entered your head like that before, did it? Did you honestly think you were going to take Mike away from me?

Sandy kissed her lips. Then she suckled on the dead woman’s nipples. “Yes, I suppose Mike would have liked nibbling on these. But what man wouldn’t?”

She kissed her way down, running a finger in the dead woman’s pubic hair. Then she fingered the slit. “Yes, I’m sure Mike would have enjoyed fucking this hole.”

Sandy began finger fucking the corpse. Then she climbed on. She straddled the dead woman’s head and ground her wet opening against Loretta’s lips as she knelt and began licking the dead woman’s slit.

She finger-fucked her hard as she began to gasp and moan. She wriggled her pussy against Loretta’s lips. Then she cried out in orgasm.

“All right – all right,” she panted as she climbed off. “Playtime’s over. You want to wear that dress? The least I can do is oblige.”

Sandy put effort into cleaning the corpse. Soon the body was looking as though Loretta had showered herself clean. Then she added panties for the crotch as well as strings of pearls for the neck.

Next was the corset. Sandy had to admit Loretta had good taste when it came to picking out clothes. But she had good taste anyway. Sandy figured she ought to know because she’d tasted the dead woman’s slit.

The headpiece went on next. Sandy treated the dressing with great care. She figured Loretta deserved her best after giving her best at the firing squad.

The dress went on next. Sandy had to admire how nice it looked. It really made Loretta look like a beautiful bride.

She got some help in transferring the body to a coffin. She made sure Loretta looked all dignified. She really did look beautiful in that dress.

Mike was summoned. He came in and took a look at her. “Lovely lady,” he admitted.

He knelt down and gave her a kiss. Then he told her, “Your time in front of the firing squad meant a lot to me. I will never forget it.” Already his cock was stirring at the remembrance of the event.

He told Sandy she had done well. Loretta looked the part of the eager bride. Sandy appreciated the acknowledgement of her efforts.

Sandy saw Mike was beginning to have problems again. Once more her services were required. Then she took one last look at the corpse.

Was the bitch smirking at her? Did she really think she had won? Did she really believe Mike was her one true love? Sandy decided Loretta could freely take those thoughts with her to the grave.

“We’ll see what you think when you’re six feet under, bitch!” Then she closed the lid before hurrying to catch up to Mike. He really had need of her services now.

2019 (written for Mike and Sandy Jan 21 ’19 by riwa)

(Renders courtesy of C Mike Hunt and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Consensual asphyxiation shorts – “Erica” and “Rina” 4.3 (10)

Erica

Erica and I spent the better part of an hour surfing through those damned pictures. The more we looked at, the hornier we both became. It wasn’t long before she was reaching around to grope my tits as we kept pulling them up one by one…

“Gawd; that’s a hot hanging, Chris.”

“Damn, baby; it sure is.”

“What would you do if you found me in a noose waiting for you?”

“Gawd, I don’t know. I’d be so turned on I’d probably start licking you out.”

“Right there while I was standing on the chair?”

“Right there! Damn, baby… imagining you with a noose around your neck is making me so fucking wet!”

“What would you do then, Chris?”

“I think I would get a rope and tie your arms behind your back so you could feel helpless like some of these other girls look in these pictures. Then I would lick you out all over again.”

“And after that?”

“I’d pull the chair away and watch you hang for me.”

“Would you? Gawd, Chris, that is such a fucking turn-on! Wait here; I’ll be right back.”

“Hey; where are you going?”

“You’ll see.”

She left the room as I went back to looking at those pictures. Seeing them made me think of Erica all noosed up. And thinking of Erica being noosed made me think of tying her up and then taking the chair away so I could watch her kick. My pussy was so fucking wet I could hardly stand myself.

I looked all around but she hadn’t returned. “Hey, Erica; where are you?”

“Just a minute! I’m getting something ready!”

“What? What are you getting ready?”

I sat there looking at pictures, wondering what she was getting ready. A moment later it came to me. “SHIT!” and I got out of my chair and rushed to go find her.

I caught up to her in the sun room. She was standing on a chair with a thick, hemp noose around her throat. It was threaded up through that hook in the ceiling we use to hang our heavy glass kitchen table which was now lying up against the wall.

I gasped, “What the hell is going on here, Erica?”

She smiled as she motioned grandly. “What do you think, Chris?”

“Erica, I… you… what did you…?” Then I came forward, dropped to my knees and started licking her sweet, sweet pussy. It was dripping copious amounts of her arousal.

She looked down at me and started to tremble as I ate her out. Fuck; she looked gorgeous! I couldn’t believe how horny I was! But it was clear she was just as turned on as I was.

“What are you going to do to me now, Chris?” She said it in a trembling voice.

I looked around and saw the small coil of rope lying underneath the chair. She must have brought it out with her. I picked it up with trembling hands.

“Do you want to hang me, Chris?”

“Gawd yes, Erica!” I knew then how much she wanted it too.

I grabbed the rope and snatched one of her arms. She whimpered as she tried to resist me. But she didn’t resist very hard as I quickly secured her arms behind her back. She loves it when I force her sometimes.

I ran my hands all over her trembling naked body. I was turned on like never before. She panted as she asked, “What are you going to do to me now, Chris?”

“I’m going to hang you, Erica!”

She whimpered, “Oh gawd!” as I began licking her out again. Hell, she was even wetter now that her arms were tied behind her back.

I felt her pussy clench around my tongue until she gushed her arousal. Seeing her cum like that nearly set me off. Then I stood up and grabbed the chair.

“Now I’m going to hang you, Erica! I’m going to cum watching you hang!”

There was an incredible look of lust in her eyes. In a voice barely above a whisper I heard her whimper, “Do it, Chris! Hang me!”

“Damnit, I will!” And with that I took the chair right out from under her feet.

Her eyes flashed uncertainly when the rope took her full weight as her feet fluttered. Her arms jerked up and down behind her back as she thrust her chest out. Then her legs started pedaling as she swung back and forth.

I stepped back and started masturbating furiously as her legs kicked more and more. She started rasping for breath as she twisted this way and that from her gyrations. Then her knees came up, and I recognized it immediately.

I cried out as my orgasm matched her own. Her nipples were incredibly hard. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so sexy.

She began to put up more of a struggle. Her face turned red; she was really having trouble breathing. She looked at me anxiously, but I was too far gone as I told her, “No. I’m not taking you down!”

She shuddered as she really started to kick and twist. Then those knees came up again. My words must have made her cum so fucking hard because this time her cum streaked down her legs.

I let out a squeal as I gushed my climax all over the floor. She was swinging back and forth, her sexy naked body twisting from side to side. I was so weak and giddy that I collapsed onto the floor.

I found myself lying directly underneath her, looking up at her as her toes wriggled above me. Her fingers flexed helplessly behind her back. Her knees tried to come up one last time. That’s when I knew she was cumming again.

She sprayed me with her orgasm as I lay beneath her. Then her struggles abruptly ceased. She gently swung back and forth above me, giving me an incredible look at her wet, dripping pussy.

I was still masturbating when her bladder emptied itself all over me. I love it when Erica pees on me. But this was the ultimate turn-on.

I gasped as I shuddered hard in climax. Then I must have passed out. When I awakened Erica was slowly swaying back and forth above me, her cum and urine dripping off her toes onto my naked body.

I gasped once more with delight as I came all over again. I was totally exhausted. It had been one hell of a ride for the both of us…

© 2017 (Aug 24 ’17)

Rina

When Rina first came into my possession, she was willful, stubborn and determined not to submit. No matter what I did to her, she could not be broken. Whippings, bondage and sessions dunked in cold water had no effect.

I finally made the decision I’d erred in allowing her to come into my possession. I took her down to my basement and tied her into an uncomfortable position – legs bent at the knees with rope around her arms and legs, while her wrists were secured down near her ass. In short, she was pretty much helpless.

I stuffed a vibrating egg up her cunt despite her best efforts to keep it out. With her legs tied at her upper thighs there was no way she could squeeze it back out. Then I noosed her up.

I balanced her on a barrel on her knees. For the first time I saw a hint of fear in her eyes. I told her, “That’s right, bitch. You’re going to suffer in breathless agony while I tear those orgasms out of you. Then you’re going to slowly strangle to death. It might take an hour or two, so I hope you enjoy your time down here.” Then I left her.

I do not think she knew of the hidden camera I had up in the basement to watch. There was a nice glow from a lone lightbulb that highlighted her flesh. Her nipples began to harden as a glistening sheen appeared.

She had to balance on her knees to keep from strangling herself. But it was difficult at best. It wasn’t long until her face turned red.

The buzzing egg made her wriggle around as she tried to maintain her balancing act. She rasped and gurgled as it forced orgasm after orgasm out of her sweating, asphyxiated body. If she was not going to please me in life, the least she could do was please me with a long, painful death.

The minutes stretched as I left her down there. She responded with orgasm after orgasm, causing her body to jerk and shudder. It made the noose tighten around her slender throat as her face darkened.

She was still conscious after an hour. So I went down and relieved her of the noose. My cock was hard, so I took it out and forced it down her throat.

She gagged, but she did not resist… not that she was capable of resisting in any event. Then I turned her around. I bent her over, got access to her ass and pounded her until I gave her a healthy load of my cream up her rectum. To my surprise she orgasmed again. Perhaps it was due to the vibrating egg still inside her.

I commuted her death sentence and put her on probation. To my surprise she became fully compliant. Now she only had one request: that I asphyxiate her during sex.

I fucked her in several positions, each time making sure she was being strangled, bagged or asphyxiated. She became the most animated of sluts, cumming hard each time I fucked her. Her favorite position was riding my cock in bed with her hands bound behind her back while I pulled her up and down from a noose around her neck.

She loved the “barrel torture” as she called it. Sometimes she became willfully defiant just to earn herself another session. Thus it would be another hour in my basement, all trussed up and noosed with the vibrating egg forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her until she nearly strangled to death. These I would always watch, stroking myself until she was done so I could fuck her mouth and then rape her ass, giving her yet another orgasm in the process.

Rina started begging me to hang her. She told me she’d been extremely disobedient when she’d first arrived and that she fully deserved it. Now she wanted to hang. She’d become addicted, and she wanted to go all the way… for my pleasure and for her own.

I continued the barrel tortures, only to notice she seemed to be trying to strangle herself into unconsciousness. It occurred to me she might one day hang herself while I was not around to witness the event. So I set a date for her execution.

I decided it would be an intimate affair, just the two of us. I also decided it would be her favorite method. I tied her up, inserted the egg, and then noosed her before balancing her on top of the barrel.

I left her there as I stroked myself. She went through 30 minutes… and then 60. But when I refused to take her down she realized how serious I was.

The orgasms grew stronger and more frequent as she slowly strangled herself. I could see the pain evident on her face. But the bliss she felt was clearly recognizable.

At about 90 minutes she went into a series of continual convulsions. It looked like she was enduring one orgasm after another. Then her eyes grew vacant.

I went over and checked for a pulse as her body shuddered again. But there was none. Apparently the vibrating egg was forcing what little life was left in her muscles to discharge.

I left her down there for a couple hours to make sure. When I returned her face was a dark purple. Her crotch was soaked from her fluids, and her body was wet with perspiration. I could only wonder if it was the noose or the orgasms that had killed her. Maybe it was a combination of both…

© 2017 (written Oct 5 ’17 by riwa)

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The maid’s final bath 2.3 (3)

I was working in the other half of my suite when I heard the maid call out “Housekeeping!” It was too late. A moment later I heard the key card in the door before it opened.

I cursed inwardly as I moved to the sliding door. I peered through the crack into the other half of my room, the section that held my bed, table and night stand. Sure enough, a woman in a housekeeping outfit had barged in and was now foolishly looking through the briefcase I’d left open on the table.

I shook my head at my carelessness. I couldn’t take the chance she wouldn’t report what she’d seen to someone. She had to be eliminated.

Pity…

I sighed as I slid open the door and entered the room. I could tell I’d startled her by the way she jumped at my appearance. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said in broken English. “I did not know you were in room – MMMPH!”

My hand clamped over her mouth where she began to struggle. But I was much bigger and stronger than she was. I spun her around and pulled her to me, holding her from behind. Then I pinched her nose shut with my thumb and finger, cutting off her air supply as I kept my hand over her mouth.

Instantly she began to struggle in earnest. I held her tight until she finally passed out from lack of air. She went limp in my grasp, causing me to catch her before she collapsed.

I laid her down on the floor where I rolled her onto her stomach. Then I went into the other room to fetch some rope from my bag of tricks. I never expected I might be forced to use it on some stupid maid.

Within a couple of minutes I had her ankles tied together. I secured her wrists behind her back. Then a length of rope went around her chest, pinning her arms to her body. Afterwards I went into the bathroom and proceeded to start filling the tub, deciding I would give the maid a final bath.

She was coming to and starting to struggle again when I came back out. I was forced to drag her awkwardly into the bathroom, struggling to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her from crying out. The bitch resisted me, but somehow I was able to lift her up and tumble her into the tub onto her back.

I looked into the tub and sighed. The water wasn’t high enough yet. I would have to wait a few minutes longer.

As she squirmed and struggled I forced my hand over her mouth again, forcing her head down while mentally willing the tub to fill faster. She kicked and thrashed about, spilling water over the side. She got me wet as she tried to scream.

I mentally cursed her intrusion into my room. I hadn’t wanted to kill some nosy housekeeper. I just hoped the sound of the filling bathtub would be enough to deter anyone else from coming into my room.

The water level finally climbed above her face. I removed my hand and focused on holding her head down by grabbing onto a handful of her black hair. That’s when the bitch really started to struggle.

Her mouth opened as her eyes went wide in terror. Somehow her wrists slipped out of their bonds. Her arms started flapping up and down in the tub, causing me no end of grief.

The rope around her chest kept her from raising her arms too high so as not to do any serious mischief to me. I cursed my stupidity at not securing her better. Maybe I should have strangled her instead of drowning her.

It wasn’t long until bursts of air started exploding out of her mouth. For a moment she really started thrashing about. She tried to scream, but it only came out as a bubbly gurgle.

I saw her breathing reflex kick in. Her chest heaved as she inhaled. It was then my task got a whole lot easier.


The foolish woman began spasming and convulsing as her arms waved feebly in the air. Her mouth opened and closed as though that would be enough to pull air into her flooded lungs. Her head went from side to side until her struggles lessened.

Air bubbled out of her mouth with each convulsion. Her lips opened wide as she tried to breathe. Then she shuddered before letting out a bubbly sigh.

A small trickle of air dribbled out of her mouth from somewhere deep in her lungs. Then she went still except for an occasional muscle spasm. Her eyes were open wide, a look of horror in her softening expression.

“I wish you wouldn’t have come in on me like that,” I sighed down at her. “Stupid bitch!” Then I stood up and proceeded to dry myself off, knowing I would have to check out of my room much sooner than I’d anticipated.

2008; 2018 (written Feb 14 ’08; ed. Nov 28 ‘18 by riwa)

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