I drowned him in the irrigation dam (m/m) 4.1 (8)

I met him out at the irrigation dam. He was swimming off a raft floating forty feet away from shore when I arrived. He was all by himself.

I saw him disappear from the surface. It looked like he was somewhere underwater. A few bubbles came up before he resurfaced. I think he was under about a minute or more.

I waved at him from shore and called out to him, asking if I could join him. He said that was ok with him. So I put on a dive mask because I knew the water got murky the closer to the bottom you got. Then I walked down to the edge of the water before I swam out to him.

It looked like he was scrambling to do something as I approached. When I reached him he had a dive mask and weight belt sitting on his wooden raft. I told him my name and he told me his.

I asked him what he was doing out here this far away from shore. He said he was swimming down trying to reach the bottom. I smiled as I told him I’d like to see that.

He put on his dive mask and began taking long, deep breaths. Then he submerged. I stuck my face under to watch.

He swam down quite a ways until I lost sight of him. The water became green and murky the deeper he went. I saw bubbles come up, indicating he was down there somewhere.

I waited until more bubbles came up out of the murk. Then I saw him emerge out of that greenish darkness. He released more bubbles until he popped up at the surface right next to me.

I told him I liked watching him dive down and come back up. And I liked watching the bubbles he released. He smiled bashfully at me before filling his lungs and heading down a second time.

I submerged and went down about ten feet to watch him. He headed for the bottom of the dam, kicking with his legs while pulling with his arms. Although he almost disappeared from sight I could barely make out his shape while I was ten feet down.

Small bubbles came up. I waited with breathless excitement. Then he came back up, releasing more bubbles out of his mouth.

I headed to the surface ahead of him. I got there right before he did. Then he popped up and gasped for breath.

I asked him if he ever went down there nude. He blushed as he told me he’d been diving down naked when I showed up but that he’d hurriedly pulled his suit back on. So I asked if he would mind taking it off so I could watch him dive naked.

He blushed again before pulling his suit off. His cock waved in the water. He already had an erection.

I asked him if I could take my suit off as well. He said that would be all right with him. So I pulled my trunks down off my legs, exposing my erection. Then I left them on the raft right next to his trunks.

He filled his lungs and dove down again. I watched him kick as he went down, his ass wriggling. More bubbles came up as he disappeared into that murky green void near the bottom.

I watched and waited. It wasn’t long until more bubbles came up. Then he appeared and began kicking his way back to the surface.

He burst up gasping for breath. I told him I really enjoyed watching him. I asked him if he had reached the bottom and he said sometimes he could just get to it.

He said he liked to go down and hold his breath. I asked if he ever stroked himself. He blushed as he told me he touched himself a lot when he was down near the bottom.

I asked if he ever came while he was swimming up and down. He said he usually had a release before he went home for the day. Sometimes he’d cum on his way down; sometimes it was near the bottom; and sometimes it was while running out of breath on his way back up.

He filled his lungs and then went down again. I headed down to keep sight of him for as long as I could. I was down nearly fifteen feet when he appeared to stop another ten feet or so below me. I could just barely make him out.

I watched as he slowly began to drift upward. He was touching and stroking himself. It was quite a turn-on.

He slowly released bubbles out of his nose until he stopped drifting upward. He lost buoyancy and began to sink. He released more bubbles as he stroked himself. Then I saw him launch himself toward me while spewing bubbles out of his mouth.

I headed for the surface, keeping an eye on him the whole time while releasing bubbles out of my nose. It was a turn-on seeing how stiff his cock had become. My own dick was hard and throbbing.

He popped up again gasping for breath before grabbing the raft and hanging on. “That’s fantastic!” I told him admiringly. “You don’t mind my telling you how hot that is, do you?”

He blushed before saying, “Not at all.”

“Would you go down and stroke for me?”

“Sure; if you want me to.”

He filled his lungs and submerged. This time he went down feet first, pushing with his hands palms upward to push himself down. It was great getting to see his cock saluting me.

He must have been twenty feet down when he stopped descending. I could just barely make him out. I watched as he drifted there touching himself while stroking his cock. It really turned me on.

He stayed down for a good minute or so before coming back up. He released bubbles out of his mouth as he returned to the surface. My cock was hard and throbbing when he popped up with me.

“That’s great,” I told him with a smile. “How long can you hold your breath?”

“About a minute and a half when I’m down there,” he admitted. The cold and the pressure make it a challenge. I can hold it longer when I’m closer to the surface.

“Ever have any near-misses? Ever come close to drowning?”

“A couple times. One time I went down and barely reached the bottom without a good breath of air. I was really losing bubbles when I shot back up to the surface. I was really panting like crazy when I popped up and reached the raft.”

“Did you cum?”

“Yeah, my cock went off on my way back to the surface.”

“I’d really like to see that. How about the other time? You said there were a couple of times?”

“I went down and found the bottom. I stuck my feet in the mud so I wouldn’t drift upward. Then I held my breath. It was dark and I couldn’t see the surface because of all the murky green water around me.”

“Anyway I started stroking myself. I wanted to stay down until I shot my load. My chest was really heaving when I finally spurted. But I had no air left in my lungs.”

“For a minute there I didn’t think I would make it back to the raft in time. I could feel the panic starting to rise within me. I swam as fast as I could until I burst up gasping for breath.”

“I see you brought a weight belt out here with you. Do you use it much?”

“Sometimes.”

“Would you put it on and use it for me now?”

“Sure; why not?”

I watched him attach it around his waist. Then he took long, deep breaths to prepare himself. He inhaled deeply and then let go of the raft.

I watched the belt take him right down. Bubbles came out of his mouth as he descended. He stroked a little for me as he went down, which was another huge turn-on.

I thought I could just make him out when he bottomed out. I started taking long, deep breaths to join him. I was horny as hell.

More bubbles came up out of the green murk. It was sexy as hell. My cock was hard and throbbing.

There was a sudden burst of bubbles. Then I saw him kicking his way toward me. He was pulling hard with his arms as he released more bubbles. It looked like he was out of breath.

I swam down to meet him. He was about ten feet from the surface when I grabbed his arms from behind and pulled them to his sides. Then I wrapped my legs around his so he couldn’t kick anymore.

My hard cock pressed into the crack in his ass. I started humping as he grunted and bubbled while shaking his head. The belt ended up taking us back down into colder, deeper water.

He suddenly started thrashing about in my grasp. I reached around and grabbed his cock as he gurgled. I jerked his meat really hard until ropy streams spurted into the water as he started to drown.

I humped his ass as he hitched and gurgled in my grasp. I held onto him so he couldn’t get away. Then my cock started spurting between us as I fucked the crack of his ass.

I started running out of breath and had to go to the surface. I let him go and kicked as hard as I could. My lungs were heaving when I burst up near the raft.

I gasped loudly for breath as I looked down. I couldn’t see him at all. A few stray bubbles swirled up to meet me at the surface.

I filled my lungs and swam back down to him. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find his body. But eventually I saw him lying flat on his back at the bottom of the irrigation dam.

His mouth gaped open from his last attempt to breathe. His eyes were wide and vacant in shock and horror. It was such an incredible turn-on.

I headed back to the surface as my cock got hard again. I burst up and gasped for breath. I spent some time hyperventilating. Then I headed back down.

It didn’t take too long to find his body. I couldn’t resist grabbing his head. Then I thrust my hardening cock into his mouth. He didn’t resist in the slightest.

I fucked his skull until I ran out of breath again. I really had to go back to the surface. So I kicked hard, pulling with my arms until I burst up gasping loudly for breath.

I looked around to make sure we were still alone. Then I really hyperventilated as I filled my lungs. I jackknifed downward, determined to visit him one last time.

He was right where I left him when I reached the bottom. I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth with my erect dick. It was so hot that I shot my load between his lips.

When I pulled my cock out, my cream swirled out of his mouth as well. His dick was semi-hard. I stroked it a few times before heading back to the surface.

I popped up and gasped for breath. Then I slipped back into my trunks before heading to shore. I decided he needed some alone time down on the bottom of the irrigation dam so he could get off by himself.

By the time I reached shore I was hard again from the memory of his drowned, nude body and semi-hard cock. I drove home and drew myself a bath before climbing in naked. Then I submerged and held my breath, jerking off again as I thought about how I’d drowned him down there.

I ended up shooting ropy streams into the tub as I bubbled my breath away. Drowning him was just so damned erotic. It’s a memory I’ll never forget.

2019 (written Jun 30 ’19 by riwa)

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The Chiropractor Files 4.3 (6)

Miriam came to my office complaining of lower back pain and a stiffness in her neck. I took some x-rays and immediately identified the problem. I told her she might be a good candidate for the tightening chair down below. She was willing to do anything, even so much as to promise me she would make it “worth my while” if I could fix her posture.

I showed her the chair and then told her it was most effective when the patient was naked. She surprised me by quickly undressing. Then I backed her into the chair.

I told her the remedy was a little strong and that some bodies rebelled. She said to do whatever it took. So I tied her to the structure, telling her it would help to keep her back lined up so she would not wriggle around and wrench it any further.

Once she was ready I wrapped the rope around her throat. I secured the crank and then told her this was going to straighten her right out. I promised there would be no more pain once the procedure was concluded.

I began tightening the crank, causing her to gasp and writhe. I instructed her to try to hold steady as I was working on taking the kinks out of her neck. Pretty soon I had her shuddering and writhing like crazy before she went limp.

I asked her if she had any pain. She just stared up at me without speaking a word. I assumed that meant the procedure had been a success.

When Chelsea came to my office with her problem, I suggested a unique form of therapy. She too was willing to do whatever it took to take the pain away. So I took her to my private therapy room.

I had her strip on the couch and then get comfortable. I took some rope and tied it off to the door behind her. Then I suggested she tie the other end around her neck as tight as it would go.

When she voiced fears she might strangle I told her the rope would help keep her back at the angle necessary for taking the kinks out. I suggested a little masturbation session would help relax her and would help work the kinks out. When she looked at me funny I told her I would not touch her but that I would closely observe the procedure.

She made sure the rope was tight around her neck. Then she started to masturbate. I suggested she slide toward me in order to put more strain on the rope to pull the knots out of her spine. This she did with some reluctance.

As she masturbated I saw her face start to turn red. I encouraged her, telling her I thought it was working. She slid further along the couch, putting added pressure around the rope around her throat.

I told her an orgasm or two would help her relax and allow the rope to work her back. She really fingered herself until she climaxed hard. She voluntarily applied more tightness on the rope as though her asphyxiation was helping her orgasms.

The more she fingered herself, the tighter she strained against the rope. Her face began to turn red as she entered into a deep climax. She shuddered hard in orgasm, strangling herself all the way until she faded into oblivion with a back that was no longer hurting her.

Torinda was a burlesque dancer who needed immediate relief. I told her I had just the piece of equipment for her. I took her downstairs and showed her my back-adjuster.

She told me she liked it and was excited to try it out. She even thought she could use something like that in her act the next time she danced. So she shed most of her clothes before climbing on top, lying on her back.

I cuffed her ankles and then chained her up. I ran rope around her neck, up through the eye-bolt, and then down to her wrists. I told her using this method would allow her to put pressure on all the right places, which would be good both for the neck as well as the back.

At first she really began working her arms and legs. I could tell it was having a positive effect. But it wasn’t long until her face started turning red.

She tried to get the words out that she was having some difficulty. I told her not to worry because that just meant her back was responding to the adjustments she was giving it. The more she struggled, the more her face turned red.

She suddenly panicked and began jerking on the equipment. I told her she was almost there and that she needed to relax. She stiffened before going into little spasms. Then her bladder released as she went limp, indicating another satisfied customer.

Sometimes I do have to apply the “hands-on” approach. It was necessary with Reva. When she came in I could tell she was really hurting.

I took her down and showed her my special saddle. I told her the posts sticking up were only to stabilize her and keep her upright. I said the one in front was designed to relax her.

She was hesitant, but I did finally convince her to ride it naked. She impaled herself on both posts. Then I proceeded to secure her to the saddle. She thought I was using way more rope than was necessary. But I told her I didn’t want her wrenching her back at the moment of greatest stress where we would be straightening her out.

I turned the machine on and she started to moan as she wriggled around on it. Then I wrapped my hands around her throat. I told her to tip her head back as we would be doing a combination of neck and back work.

I squeezed tighter as she started to squirm like crazy. I told her to go right ahead and orgasm if she could feel one coming. I said it would help relax her back and that I would watch for it so as not to hinder her progress.

I helped squeeze an orgasm right out of her. Then I told her we were really going to work on her neck and back. So I squeezed harder until she really began writhing and squirming. Her face turned red as she climaxed one last time. Then that neck and back of hers went limp, never to bother her again.

Bruna was a special case. I knew she needed some serious time in therapy if she was going to straighten out that back. So I took her downstairs to my “neck stretcher”.

She willingly got naked – amazing how I could get them all to do that. Then I began applying the ropes. I told her I needed to stabilize her back for the straightening to come.

After securing her to the device I ran a rope around her midsection. I added two more to her nipples, telling her I needed to keep her back arched. Then I added a special rope around her neck that went up into an O-ring above.

I attached a 50 pound metal ball to the end of the rope. I said it would straighten her right up. But she would need some time to work on her lower back as well as those kinks in her neck.

I left her there for a good 30 minutes as I had to go upstairs and tend to some other patients. When I returned her face was quite red. But her neck was stretching nicely.

I must have timed it just right as she went into convulsions shortly upon my return. Her lips began to turn rather blue. Then she squirted her arousal before her bladder gave way. She was my proudest achievement as I straightened her neck and back right out with no more pain whatsoever.

2018 (written Sep 16 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by pictures found around the Internet.)

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Emma is secured to a water wheel and rotated upside down until her head is submerged.
Madison faces the noose for her boyfriend.
Hedda faces a beheading.
A woman is taken to her Master’s favorite restaurant.
A woman has a unique way of trading up when it comes to getting another husband.
Jikoseiai and Hitomi go on a crime spree and are finally caught.
Terrie is at it again, but will she suffer the consequences for her naughtiness?

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Robyn’s revenge 2 (plus bonus) (8-11-19)

11977 words – $5.00

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

Robyn’s revenge 2 – Robyn brings Emma back to the aquarium where she decides to get her revenge. Emma is secured and then dumped into a lazy river where she floats face down. Emma must hold her breath, hoping Robyn will fish her back out in time. (11 pages)

The Enlightenment of Hannah 5-7 – Hannah’s father must go away for a while. But when her mother turns up missing, Hannah fears the worst. She heads to the servants’ common area where she makes a terrible discovery. (14 pages)

Island 17-18 (8-11-19)

21610 words – $6.00

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

Island 17-18 – The inmates are in the midst of swimming the tunnels to see who will be “eliminated.” The final heat is no surprise to all involved. Someone is about to lose a dear friend. (20 pages)

Jaime 21-23 – John and Jaime agree to go to the Club. Jaime dresses up special to role-play. But when they arrive, they meet their next-door neighbor in line. Will they invite her in with them? And will she play along with their game? (23 pages)

The quarry (plus bonus) (reactivated 8-11-19)

16863 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of stories for your reading enjoyment. Included is a new tale about a couple of girls enjoying time together in the water before they depart for schools on opposite ends of the country. Also included is an older, re-edited story about our Emma getting herself into trouble again with a couple of biker chicks.

The quarry – Jojo and Aimee have been friends all through high school. Secondary education will be taking them in opposite directions. So they decide to go for one last swim at the submerged factory located at the quarry. This time they do a little skinny-dipping while engaging in a little sexual experimenting with each other. But recent rains have raised the water level enough to make them choose a different route out of the factory. Things become tense when they are accidentally separated and have to try finding each other in submerged hallways before they can’t hold their breath any longer. (18 pages)

Dangling (Hanging) the little slut – Emma is at it again during her shift at the biker bar, teasing and flirting with the males right in front of their girlfriends. Two biker chicks don’t take too kindly to her shenanigans. They return with a rope to teach her a lesson at closing time. They take her down to the beach where they decide to leave her dangling by her neck under the pier while the tide is coming in. (15 pages)

Bucket List (plus bonus) (reactivated 8-11-19)

9276 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of erotic stories for your reading enjoyment.

Bucket List – A story using some JustPaul renders as illustrations about a woman who enjoys sex and has a bucket list. Somewhere on that list is fucking a lifeguard. And she realizes she’s never had sex at the bottom of a pool either. It’s a challenge she cannot resist, one she hopes her lungs are up to the task of handling. It’s a risky challenge considering anyone passing by can look in and see them through the wire fence. (13 pages)

Kelly and the Wetsuit – Kelly invites Emma to come over and try on a new wetsuit she has purchased specifically for her. But Emma soon discovers her role-play friend has something extra in mind as she is tied up, suited up with scuba gear and then tossed into the backyard pool. Kelly comes down in her own gear to watch and rub one out while Emma wriggles and squirms as she runs out of air. (6 pages)

Cave Surprise (plus bonus) (reactivated 8-20-19)

26659 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reworked JustPaul illustrated tale followed by a long “dry” story written by request and released by permission.

Cave Surprise – Cassandra heads out to do a little moonlight freediving when she has a surprise encounter with another woman in a set of caverns with her own set of scuba gear. They enjoy some mutual groping as well as a little fun and frolic, engaging in a playful game of hide and seek. But the game ends abruptly the moment Cassie learns she’s been lured into a dangerous situation. (13 pages. My thanks to JustPaul for the 5 illustrating poser renders.)

Processing Day – The highlight of this bundle is a custom story about a futuristic world where overpopulation and the loss of livestock results in females being processed for food. Nadia gets the call; it’s her turn. Considering herself to be a patriot means she is a willing participant. So she calls a friend to come over for support. She meets the man who will be using the portable falling blade on her in her own home and learns this will be his first and that she must give in to his desires. She also learns the friend she invited over is much too eager to watch her lose her head, resulting in deliberate taunting and embarrassment. (A 47 page, mostly dialogue driven story)

Emma bundle 4 (8-20-19)

12357 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older, recently edited Emma stories, the female who keeps getting herself into trouble.

Going for a Ride – Emma goes out on the prowl, looking for a little action. But when she ends up making out with the girlfriend of a bad-tempered lesbian, she gets a knock on the head and a trip down to the river for her efforts. (9 pages)

Flash Flood – Emma goes for a ride with a guy on his motorcycle. When they reach their destination, he makes her give him a blowjob. Then she’s tossed into a pit and left alone to teach her a lesson for being such a tease. But a storm blows in and she’s caught in a flash flood as the hole she’s in fills with water. (11 pages)

Back in the filtration Tank – Emma climbs back into the filtration tank for another little play to get herself off, only to really get stuck as the water starts to rise. (5 pages)

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Water Babies Part III 4.2 (5)

My growling stomach awakens me from my slumber. Nora is out like a light. I quietly climb out of bed without disturbing her.

 I slip into the shower and rinse myself off, trying to be quiet so as not to awaken her. When I come out I look around and see our clothes have been brought in and folded in piles on a couple of chairs. I get into mine and then slip out of the room.

 I pick up the smell of food and follow it to the dining room. It looks like everyone is sitting there eating. I’m warmly welcomed despite having brazenly fucked a couple of the wives here earlier in the day.

 I sit down at the table where Bart Williams asks if I took a nap. I tell him Nora is still sleeping but my stomach woke me up. “We can take care of that for you,” Sandra Levinson says with a knowing smile as she sends me a plate of food and something to drink. She looks different with her clothes on, but she acts as though nothing sexual happened between us earlier.

 Everyone is warm and friendly. I was concerned about having awkward feelings upon seeing them again after our wild orgy out in the pool. But they act as though it was no big deal.

 With my arrival the discussion turns to what I thought of the afternoon in the water. I tell them it was quite erotic, something I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams or fantasies. There’s good-natured laughter all around the table.

 I’m careful not to eat too much. I don’t want to be full in case there’s a serious attempt at round two. What’s interesting is the way the ladies act like it doesn’t bother them in the slightest over the way they’ve had different sexual companions earlier this afternoon.

 With the sun going down it’s suggested we have drinks outside. I like the idea and follow them out. We all sit around on the patio, sipping on our drinks while talking to each other.

 Joyce Burrows wants to know what I thought about seeing my wife at the bottom of the pool with her hands cuffed to the ladder and not being able to see. I tell her I found it more erotic than I could have imagined, especially the way the ladies took turns licking her out. I chuckle as I tell her, “I didn’t know she was bi, but you certainly gave her something to think about.”

 I find myself thinking about our feud which dampens my attitude. That’s when I tell everyone, “I want to thank you all for your kindness. I’m really sorry about the way Nora and I have been, well… not exactly getting along with each other.”

 “I sort of let everyone know about you and your wife,” Nora’s best friend Wilma replies. “I hope that was ok. I thought it would help if everyone understood the situation.”

 “I’m glad you did. I didn’t want to spoil such a great place and such wonderful people with our, uh… issues.”

 “You haven’t spoiled anything,” Gene Riley assures me. “In fact we were a little concerned we weren’t being hospitable. We wanted to make you feel welcome.”

 “Well, you certainly did that,” I tell them with a laugh, eyeing Sandra and Donna in particular.

 “I’m going inside to clean up,” Donna says to everyone. “That way I’ll be indoors if Nora wakes up and is hungry.”

 “I’ll help you,” Wilma adds. They get up and go inside as their husbands stay behind.

 “You took to sex underwater pretty damned quick, James,” Laura Williams tells me with a smile. “Do you and Nora do much back home?”

 “We have a hot tub, and we’ve done a little in the water. But what happened this afternoon was far more than our meager sessions. And to be honest, it was far more erotic.”

 “Oh? How’s that?”

 I look at her for a moment, but she seems genuinely interested. “Well, take pussy licking for instance. I don’t think Nora likes it very much… or at least that’s what I used to think before we came here. I once took video of me licking her out underwater in our hot tub. I licked her underwater for two minutes, but in the video she looks bored as hell.”

 “Bored?? The way you lick??” Sandra can’t believe it.

 “Two minutes?” Joyce repeats in surprise. “Really? Damn, boy! That sounds kind of hot!”

I wake up to discover James is no longer in the room. But I find my clothes in a pile. I decide a quick shower might be good before I get dressed. And I’m getting hungry.

After I shower I put my clothes back on. Then I head down to the kitchen. That’s when I encounter Donna and Wilma having coffee at the table.

Wilma sees me and smiles. “Have a nice nap, Nora?”

“You exhausted me,” I reply with a smile of my own.

Donna asks, “The good kind of exhaustion or the bad kind?”

“The good kind.”

“Even with all we put you through?” Wilma asks with a knowing look in her eye.

“I was helpless, so what could I do? I must admit I really enjoyed myself.”

“Good.”

Donna offers to fix me a plate of food. I accept, so she goes to the kitchen. She returns with a plate along with a fork and spoon. That’s when I realize how hungry I am.

The three of us talk about the afternoon. But there’s nothing brought up about James or my ongoing fight with him. For that I’m glad.

It occurs to me he might have observed what was happening to me while I was in the water. So I ask, “Do you know if James was watching while I was helpless in the pool?”

Wilma smiles as she tells me, “Oh, he was in the water having his own kind of fun.”

Donna adds, “Sandra and I were seeing to his ‘needs’ you might say while the three of us watched you. We had an air hose we were sharing down there.”

“So what did he think?” I ask hesitantly.

They look at each other for a moment. Donna finally says, “He seemed ok with it.”

Wilma looks at me and frowns. “You really need to let go of whatever it is you two are fighting over. It looked like you had a good time, and so did he. You might enjoy yourselves more if you could put this behind you.”

“Wilma, to be honest I can’t even remember what we’re fighting about. I’m not sure James does either.”

“Then why don’t you set it aside?”

“Because he was wrong.”

“How do you know if you can’t remember?”

“I remember he was wrong back then.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure… at least I think so.”

They both look at me and shake their heads. I feel self-conscious as I take another mouthful of food. Damn.

Donna suggests we adjourn to the sun room. It has a limited view outside. She tells us we’ll be able to see some of what’s going on should anything interesting happen out there with the others. So I take my plate of food and follow them out of the dining room.

Joyce and Irene are intrigued at my ability to hold my breath while eating pussy. Melvin and Bart also say they’ve worked at holding their breath while licking. But they’re not sure they can match my two minutes.

 Out of curiosity I ask Sandra, “Did I last that long in the water with you and Donna?”

 “I don’t know for sure,” she says with a smile. “We can always find out.”

 Gene says he can time us if we want to try. Melvin and Bart both say they’re game. A moment later Joyce and Irene start to take their clothes off. Laura says she wants in on this too as she starts to undress.

 “Three guys and three girls,” Tom says with a smile. “Damn! This night is going to get good.”

 I look at Melvin and Bart who are both stripping out of their clothes. I shrug my shoulders as I follow suit. The women step naked into the large Jacuzzi tub, and we soon follow them in.

 “Pick your girl,” Gene tells me with a chuckle.

 Laura smiles as she asks, “Can’t they can rotate between us?”

 “Works for me,” Irene remarks, smiling as though she’s looking forward to it. It looks like Sandra is sitting this one out for now.

 I kneel in front of Joyce as Bart settles in front of Irene on my left. Farther down Melvin takes Laura. No man is doing his own wife, but apparently the husbands don’t seem to mind.

 “Ok, guys,” Gene says as he checks his watch. “I’ll count you down. We’ll see how long you can lick without a breath.”

 I smile at Joyce who smiles back at me and invitingly spreads her legs. I take long, deep breaths to get ready. When Gene calls out “GO” we all take a deep breath and submerge.

 I move in and start licking out Joyce. She has a tasty pussy, and I take my time with my tongue. The goal is to stay down for as long as possible, so I go slow and easy.

 She puts her hand on my head as I lick and nibble. It isn’t long before I hear moans above the surface. It’s arousing as hell hearing the ladies getting off on our tongues. In no time at all my cock starts to harden.

We’re just sitting down at a small table when we look out the window to see three women getting into the water naked. Three guys follow them right in. Each guy kneels in front of a female.

“What’s this?” Donna wants to know as she perks up with interest. Wilma looks on as though she’s also curious. It looks like Gene has a watch and is timing them.

The guys submerge together. A moment later it looks like they’re working on the pussy of the one sitting right in front of them. I recognize James as the one who is right in front of Joyce.

“Damn!” Donna blurts out. “We’re missing out!”

Wilma adds, “I wonder what started all that?” I shake my head as I take another bite of food. But my eyes never leave the scene.

We see three sets of bubbles come up. The women all have their heads tipped back. They seem to be enjoying what’s happening to them.

“An underwater pussy licking contest?” Donna muses thoughtfully.

Wilma looks at me as though gauging my reaction. “What do you think, Nora?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.”

For the moment I really don’t know. My eyes are on Joyce and how she’s reacting as James licks her out. She really seems to like what he’s doing to her.

“They’re still underwater,” Wilma observes. “Must be some sort of contest. I wonder what the winner gets.”

“Probably an underwater blowjob,” Donna chuckles. “Looks like fun.”

She turns to look at me questioningly. “What are you thinking, Nora?”

“I don’t know for sure.” Then I take another bite of my food.

 It’s such a turn-on hearing the girls gasp and moan. I glance over to see Bart has risen up. Melvin and I both come up at about the same time.

 “That’s a minute twenty for you two,” Gene calls out. “Not bad at all.”

 “Switch!” Joyce gasps excitedly. I think she wants another tongue in her twat.

 “It’s ok with me,” I tell the guys. So we shift our positions. Melvin takes Irene, I take Laura, and Bart gets Joyce.

 Laura gives me an eager look as I take long, deep breaths to prepare. “Ready, guys?” Gene asks. Then he blurts out, “GO!”

 I take a deep breath and submerge. Laura parts her legs for me and I go right in. In about twenty seconds I have her moaning.

 I heard gasps and groans as Laura puts her hand on my head. She humps my face as I try to pace myself. I want to last longer if I can.

 I hear groans as the guys on either side of me lick the pussies in front of them. The women really love what we’re doing to them. I had no idea my mention of licking Nora’s pussy underwater would lead to this impromptu contest. But I’m really enjoying myself although my cock is hard and throbbing.

We watch from the sun room as the guys come up and change partners. Gene gets ready to time them again. It looks like this time James will be working on Laura.

I’m reminded of the way I was licked out tied to the pool ladder earlier this afternoon. I didn’t think I would like it as much as I did. It occurs to me I might get it more often from James if only I gave him a little encouragement.

“Wow; look at ‘em go!” Wilma gasps. I can tell she’s getting all turned on. It looks like her husband Ford is smiling out there, even though he’s missing out.

Laura tips her head back and cries out as she grabs James’ head. Bubbles come up from her crotch as he gives her a really good licking. It’s never been a strong sexual activity for me. But for some reason my pussy really starts to tingle.

“Gawd!” Donna pants breathlessly.

“That’s so hot!” Wilma adds.

“Yeah,” I breathe quietly. “It certainly is.” They both turn and eye me for a moment. Then they smile before turning back to watch.

I ask myself what there is about what I’m watching that makes it so hot right now. Seeing it in porn has never done a thing for me. But right now I find it such a turn-on.

Is it because I’m watching James get another woman off with his tongue? I look closer at Laura’s face and see how blissed out she is. The more I stare, the more turned on I become.

They’re down longer before they start coming up one at a time. James comes up last. Laura gives him a deep, soulful kiss, probably as her way of saying thanks. Maybe I should be jealous, but I find myself kind of turned on at the way he pleasured her.

Gene tells me I came up at a minute forty-eight. Now Irene wants a shot at my tongue. She looks so excited as she tells me, “Get your ass over here, James!”

 I move in front of her as we all swap partners again. Gene says, “It definitely looks like James has the lead on this, guys. He must be practicing in his hot tub back home.”

 I laugh with everyone as the guys and I start taking long, deep breaths to prepare. Irene looks like she’s really looking forward to this. But I am too. I’ve enjoyed two different pussies so far, but I’m anticipating hers to be just as tasty.

 Gene yells, “GO!” and we all take a deep breath and submerge. Irene’s legs are spread so I have easy access. I move in and start nibbling on her clit, letting my tongue explore between her labia as bubbles dribble out of my mouth.

 The moans start up again as we all go at it. I’d love to make Irene cum if I can. I think the other guys preheated her, so I might have a chance.

 I hear a trio of gasps and moans at the surface as I take my time working her up into a lather. Irene grabs my head and forces my mouth against her pussy. I nibble on her clit some more as my tongue starts to poke and probe.

 She lets out little gasps as I tongue-fuck her sweet opening. Her thighs come together as she holds me in place while I release bubbles into her pussy. I just want to stay underwater for as long as I can while giving her pleasure.

 I hear grunts and moans from the other guys along with the occasional burst of bubbles. I can tell they’re enjoying themselves every bit as much as I am. Then Irene’s moans start to intensify as she humps my face a little harder.

We watch as the women down in the water writhe and moan. Poor Sandra looks like she’s in agony missing out on all the fun. She looks like she’s touching herself while she watches.

I look at Irene, wondering if James might make her cum. What will that look like? And how will I feel about it?

Right now I’m feeling strangely aroused. Donna and Wilma gasp and pant as though they’re all caught up in watching what’s happening. A part of me wishes I was down there experiencing it. Then I tell myself I’m glad I’m not there so as not to spoil the mood.

Joyce starts gasping and crying out. Irene looks like she’s humping James’ face really good. Then we all hear a cry as she stiffens and shudders.

Laura glances right and left as she gasps “Fuck – fuck – fuck!” Joyce lets out a cry of her own as she cums hard. But it’s Irene I’m watching as she writhes and cries out.

The ladies all end up gasping and panting. Melvin comes up first, followed by Bart. James comes up last, and for some reason I feel a sense of pride he stayed down the longest.

“Damn, that was hot!” Donna breathes.

“Lucky bitches!” Wilma adds.

“He made her cum!” I pant to no one in particular. “Gawd; he really made her cum!”

The ladies turn to look at me questioningly. I just shake my head in amazement. “He really made her cum! Why the hell was it such a turn-on to see him make her cum??” They both chuckle knowingly at me before turning back to watch.

 Gene tells me I made it to two ten. Irene grabs me and pulls me to her. The kiss she gives me is long and hard.

 I hear Gene tell everyone, “Ok, James; we believe your two-minute story. Damn; that was hot. I guess James wins.”

 “What do I win?” I ask curiously. I’m just glad I got to pleasure all three and got to help make Irene cum.

 “I say we switch places,” Joyce announces. “The guys held their breath licking us out. I say we hold our breath sucking cock.”

 “I’m in!” Laura declares enthusiastically.

 “Me too!” Irene adds as she motions to change positions with me.

 I can already tell how much she wants to suck my dick. It’s a hell of a turn-on, being as how Nora doesn’t like giving blowjobs very much. I’m really looking forward to this.

 She kneels in front of me in the water where she reaches out and grabs my cock. “Damn, he’s already hard! This is going to be fun!”

 Melvin’s sitting right next to me, but Laura’s already submerged and is blowing him underwater. Sexy bubbles come up, indicating she’s not wasting any time.

 As for Joyce, she’s already underwater blowing Bart. Gene looks like he doesn’t know what to do with his watch. Irene grins at me, loudly gasps, “Mine!” and then goes under to get started.

 Bubbles come up as she latches onto my cock with her mouth. She goes nice and slow, teasing me at first. Then she starts to work up a rhythm, taking me deeper and deeper as more bubbles come up.

 Next to me the guys are gasping as they push down on the heads of Joyce and Laura. Irene is so talented that I don’t know what to do with myself. I lie back against the edge and let her do her thing as I try not to cum prematurely, her talented mouth and tongue working me over as more sexy bubbles come up.

 I watch as all three guys receive blowjobs while the girls hold their breath underwater. I shake my head in wonder. How can they suck those things the guys use to relieve their bladders??

Wilma and Donna both watch. They are clearly turned on at the moment. I’m not really sure I get it, especially since I remember not sucking a lot of cock during my last visit.

I look at James and watch his reaction. He looks like he’s really turned on by what Irene is doing to him. I see three sets of bubbles coming up in the crotches of the three naked guys.

At this moment I’m still not really sure I get it. But it’s clear James is enjoying the blowjob he’s receiving. Irene’s really sucking pleasure into my husband.

The women pop up at different times for a breath and then go right back down one after the other. It looks like the breath-hold contest has been set aside. Sandra looks like she’s eager to join the playful activity.

“I don’t get it,” I finally admit, blushing my embarrassment.

“Don’t get what?” Donna asks.

“How you can suck on something that pees?”

“Simple,” Wilma says with a smile. “It’s to give pleasure to our men. The cock that pees is the same one that goes into your pussy. You don’t want him to stop fucking you over that, do you?”

“Well… no. I guess I… I don’t know… there’s just something about it that seems… gross?”

“Disgustingly fun if you ask me,” Donna says as she excitedly watches the action down below. “It looks like Irene is really giving your James pleasure.”

“Yeah, it sure does.”

I see Sandra say something to Gene who smiles and nods his head. He goes over to a small cabinet nearby and opens it up. When he returns he’s got one of those blackened masks as well as a set of handcuffs.

I watch as she adjusts the dive mask down over her face so she cannot see. Then he slowly strips her out of her clothes while the guys all watch. When she’s totally naked he cuffs her arms behind her back.

“I got a present for you guys!” he laughs at the inhabitants of the Jacuzzi. “It seems Sandra is feeling left out and wants to play.” Then he flips her over into the Jacuzzi.

She lets out a cry before hitting with a splash onto her back. When she comes up sputtering Melvin, Bart, Joyce and Laura are right there to start touching, fondling, poking and prodding. Joyce pushes her down to make her suck on Bart’s cock underwater as everyone laughs and applauds.

“How can she do that?” I ask nervously. “I’d have a hard time, uh… giving up control like that.”

“You gave up control in the pool as I recall.”

I look at Wilma for a long moment before replying, “Yeah, but I didn’t have any control over that.” She just laughs.

Sandra’s definitely become the center of attention. Irene grabs her when she comes up for air and forces her to suck James underwater. He smiles, looking as though he’s really enjoying himself.

I find myself reeling with jealousy and a certain sadness. It looks like they are all having fun out there. It occurs to me Sandra is being treated similar to what happened to me earlier today – being blind, helpless and pleasured. I realize I really liked when it was done to me.

I feel the conflict rise up within me at what I’m considering. Then I consciously make my decision. In a somewhat timid voice I tell Donna and Wilma, “I want to learn how to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Suck cock… and maybe, uh… learn how to give up a little more control.”

“You really mean that?” Wilma asks dubiously. I nod my head. I feel sad James is enjoying himself over something I’m not normally willing to give him. I want to see what I can do to improve on that score.

Wilma looks me right in the eye as though she doesn’t believe a word of it. “Tell me you want to suck cock and be taught a lesson like they’re doing to Sandra out there.”

I take a deep breath to compose myself. Then I nervously tell her, “I want to s-suck cock and be taught a lesson like they’re doing to Sandra out there.”

“You really mean that, Nora?”

“I mean it, Wilma.” That’s when I decide that I really do truly mean it.

“Go get our husbands, Donna. Let’s see if Nora here is willing to put her money where her mouth is… or should I say ‘put a cock where her mouth is?” Donna looks at me with a wicked smile that sends erotic shivers down my spine before she gets up to go fetch their husbands.

© 2017 (written Nov 15 ’17 by riwa)

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The Peace Treaty 13-14 3.8 (4)

THE ISLAND OF CONSENSUAL EXECUTIONS

The Peace Treaty

By riwa

 Author’s note: This is written by request for Arachnid with his permission and with him previewing the material, being as how it is his original idea.

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy.  In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. (Original idea for the Island of Consensual Executions created by Arachnid.)

 

13 Desperate Pleasures

Prince Osman tenderly dries me off in the bathroom before going into the other room in a robe and arranging for the bloodstained sheets to be changed. When a maid accomplishes that task he returns for me, carrying me back into the main room. He gently places me down upon the bed as though fearful he might break me. Then he removes his robe before climbing in next to me.

This time his kisses are like rose petals as he covers my naked body with them. He suckles gently upon my breasts, filling me with a terrible fire of desire. Then he gently moves down between my legs, tenderly kissing me until his mouth finds my hardened nub, his tongue lapping between the folds of my labia.

I writhe and moan, totally astonished how a man I had once loathed can fill me with such passion and longing. His loving tongue brings me to orgasm once… and then once again. Then he gently climbs on top of me and slides his erect member into my warm, wet orifice.

His thrusts are slow and measured, bringing me to new heights of pleasure. His lovemaking increases with intensity as he takes me to a higher plateau. Then we come crashing down together in mutual orgasm, our writhing, sweaty bodies pressing hungrily against each other.

As we rest together in each other’s arms he apologizes for his cruel actions of the last couple of days. It shames me to think I have despised him so. I plant kisses all over his face, apologizing profusely for my own terrible thoughts and actions.

We talk long into the night of unfulfilled hopes and dreams. We talk of our families and how much we will miss them. We talk of the peace process where I learn he now despises it every bit as much as I do. Then he brings up my handmaiden Gabrielle.

“I am sorry, Princess,” he murmurs sadly as tears well up in his eyes. “I’m afraid I took this to the council. I do not know if it can be undone. They will expect a morning sacrifice.”

He pauses before shamefully lowering his head. Then he tells me in a quiet voice, “I will understand if you cannot forgive me for this offense. It is an appropriate reaction for the harm I’ve inflicted upon you.”

I can see in his eyes he is deeply remorseful by this. I cannot help but be moved as I gently kiss his cheek. “I know you are grieved, my Lord. I cannot – I will not – hold this against you. As much as I may wish to, I simply cannot. You have captured my heart. It is the war and the actions of the council that has led us to this point.”

“It is a heavy burden we both must bear,” he agrees, sighing heavily. “I do not know how we are to take the events of the past two days into a marriage forced upon us by those who seek to make peace after they have made war for so long.”

“Very heavy indeed. I do not know how I will be able to carry such a burden. But I am Capree, so I must try.”

“I am sorry my people placed this upon your shoulders, Princess.”

“And I am sorry my people have done the same to you, my Lord.”

“May I call you…?” he starts to ask hesitantly. I nod my head. Then he breathes “Little one” as he softly and lovingly strokes my hair. Tears fill my eyes.

We quietly discuss the scheduled morning events and what may happen to Gabrielle. Our hearts are broken with so much sadness and grief. How can we who are so young deal with the actions of our elders?

We look deeply into each other’s eyes. I see resignation there… and something else. It is the same that is reflected back to him from my own eyes. Would it even be possible?

We are silent for the longest time, looking at each other as we communicate so much with just our eyes… our expressions. Speech no longer seems necessary. Then we hear a noise outside the window that causes us to turn as one to investigate.

Surely it cannot be the gallows; the hour is not right. The block also seems unlikely. Still, is it possible someone has committed an execution in the wee hours of the morning?

We turn to look at each other, again both thinking the same thing. We suddenly wrap ourselves up in each other’s arms, kissing each other fiercely. Time is so short; the sun will soon intrude with its rays through the window.

Instinctively we begin to writhe together, the two of us making wild, passionate love as though the end of the world is upon us. We bring each other to orgasm again and again, engaging in desperate pleasures. But we are forced to call a halt to our union when the windows lighten with the rising of the sun.

Regretfully I am forced to dress before departing to my room. To prepare for my wedding day? Or for something else? Inwardly I have already decided.

“I will meet up with you then in the hotel lobby?” the Prince says quietly. And with that I know we are both in agreement.

“I will meet you there, my Lord,” I murmur with a nod. I give him one last, tender kiss. Then I slip out the door. Arrangements must be made. There is so little time…

14 The Last Flash of the Scimitar

Gabrielle quietly helps me dress in the room we share. Few words are spoken, the two of us knowing she is to be beheaded within a short time. When she has helped me into my modest bridal gown I hug her fiercely, the two of us sobbing quietly.

“I love you, Gabrielle,” I tell her, blinking tears out of my eyes. “I am going to miss you so very much.”

“And I you,” she says in a reserved voice. “Do not mourn me, little one. I go to my death with a glad heart. I go for you and for Capree.” It is not lost on me that she too has grown disgusted with the whole peace process.

We walk together down to the hotel lobby where Prince Osman is waiting for us. He looks so fine in his formal wear and my love for him surges within my bosom. Then we walk to the hotel concierge where we sign the requisite forms.

“Little one?” my handmaiden asks in confusion. “Am I not supposed to sign my own…?” But I interrupt her with a wave of my hand.

“As you have signed for me these days, so I now sign for you.” But she is still confused.

“Am I not supposed to…?” and again I wave her to silence. Yet she persists.

“But you and the Prince… you have just signed TWO forms, have you not?”

“Is my handmaiden questioning me?” I ask her sternly. She is properly chastised and bows her head.

“No, little one. I am simply here to serve.”

“Good. Then let us go forth.”

The Prince smiles at me as I take his arm. Gabrielle leads us out to the deck. My heartrate increases at what is to come.

A crowd has gathered as have two cameras. For such a solemn and special occasion there are now two news crews. For some reason my heart is light, as though a cumbersome weight has finally been lifted.

The day is sunny as we reach the deck, a bright sunshine as though heralding a new day. When we arrive an important looking man sees us and promptly steps up onto the deck in full view of the crowd and the cameras. Gabrielle is understandably nervous.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” he announces with a flare. “It is our great pleasure to announce to you today a negotiated peace between our two countries – Bakir and Capree.” His announcement is met with applause.

“To consummate this process we are about to witness the joining of two citizens of our two great countries. But first we will all bear witness to a final shedding of blood in celebration of the peace we have struggled for so long to achieve.”

There is more applause as he motions for the Prince to come forward. He steps away from me and takes his place near the block and the scimitar that waits to be stained crimson, taking yet one more life. Then he formally nods at Gabrielle and I.

My handmaiden swallows hard. Then she bravely takes one step forward before I grab her shoulder, stopping her. “Not this time, Gabrielle,” I tell her softly. Then I smile sadly as I hand her the two papers.

She looks at me in astonishment. Then she quickly skims them both. A moment later she stares at me in complete and utter shock.

“Not a word,” I tell her sternly, holding up a finger in warning. “Not one word; do you understand?”

She is totally dumbfounded as tears fill her eyes. Then she nods her head, silently mouthing the words, “I love you, little one.” Then I turn and make the short walk to the deck.

There is an audible gasp from the crowd as astonished conversations start to break out everywhere. “Now just a moment!” the important looking man stammers. “This is not proper!”

“There will be silence in the crowd!” Prince Osman demands loudly.

The clamoring voices are reduced to murmurs. When he has everyone’s attention he makes a loud proclamation. “THIS is what we think of your cursed Peace Accord!”

I am trembling when I reach him and carefully kneel. I work his trousers and free his flaccid manhood. With an incredible excitement I use my hands to harden him to the astonished gasps of the onlookers.

As he hardens I take him into my mouth. I use that opportunity to pleasure him one last time the way he has given me such pleasure in his room these last few hours. Now I simply take my time, reveling in my new role.

At long last he gives me the precious gift of his last load. Some of it splatters my face as I take him out of my mouth at the last second. I savor the flavor of his seed on my tongue, regretting that circumstances have led us to this moment in time. But we both know we cannot marry under the terrible burden the council has placed upon us.

When I am done I help zip up his trousers. Then we wrap our arms around each other in a loving embrace.

“I love you, my Lord,” I breathe tenderly as he proceeds to tie my hands behind my back.

“And I love you, little one,” he replies when he is finished with the knots, tears in his eyes as he gently kisses my forehead.

He turns to the crowd expectantly as they stand in stunned silence.  Then he turns back to me… whereupon he viciously rips my gown down the front, exposing my breasts. There is another audible gasp from the gathered spectators.

“THIS is what the council wants!” he proclaims, motioning at me as I quiver from an incredible excitement. “They want blood and the humiliation of our enemies. And so they shall have it! I shall now execute this Capree woman – a maiden I have come to love and cherish – as befitting the council’s wisdom!”

He brutally shoves me down upon my knees, forcing my head upon the block. A couple of indignant voices start to cry out in protest, no doubt members of the council. Clearly this is not what they were anticipating.

They are cut off with a roar from Prince Osman. “SILENCE! MY BETROTHED HAS SIGNED THE PAPERS!” They are stunned into silence.

In confirmation, my handmaiden obediently lifts them up in trembling hands as the cameras turn to capture them being displayed. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she now understands what is about to happen here today. Then she nods at me with a look of love and pride mixed with great sadness in her eyes.

I am trembling from an intense excitement I have never known until now. My death is imminent yet my senses have never been so sharp nor my arousal so pronounced. I am exposed and humiliated. But this is the only way for me, and I welcome it with open arms.

I have never felt a greater peace than I do at this very moment. I am to be sacrificed like a commoner – a willing Capree whore. Yet it is what I desire and the Prince totally understands this.

He takes the scimitar and holds it above me, measuring his strike. I try to stretch my neck out further, giving him a good target. I feel his eyes upon my exposed breasts and I tremble excitedly from his hungering gaze.

He carefully brings the blade down to measure his stroke. It nicks my neck. It is deliberate on his part and it triggers my orgasm.

An incredible wave of white-hot pleasure flows through me as I moan weakly. My beloved has blessed me with one last kindness – a climax of epic proportions. “Slay me, my Lord,” I breathe, my body trembling as I am barely able to contain my euphoria. Then he lifts the blade upward before quickly bringing it down.

I hear a loud THUNK! All sensations below my neck immediately cease as my world tumbles. My head bounces off the deck and I am amazed I am still conscious.

A moment later I feel like am flying as I am lifted upward to face the audience. There is stunned silence from some… polite applause from others. I would laugh if I could make the sound emerge from my lips.

I am turned to see my body writhing in orgasm, blood spurting out of my neck as it spasms in its death throes. A yellow stain appears on my dress. My dying corpse has just pissed itself.

I no longer care as it does not matter anymore. It is most appropriate for a Capree whore. I would smile with satisfaction were I capable of moving my facial muscles.

The last thing I see is the face of my Lord, a look of love mixed with sorrow in his eyes. I have a fleeting memory of our time together back in his room. I mentally thank him for those few precious, glorious hours. Then my vision gives out as he tenderly kisses my lips.

For a moment I am in darkness. Then I see a growing light, followed by the appearance of several shapes. It is my family, eagerly rushing forward to greet me.

Mother takes me in her arms, sobbing with tears of gladness. “I knew you would be joining us, little one,” she beams, kissing my face over and over again. “Somehow I just knew it.” It is my last conscious thought as I am filled with great joy. Then I am enveloped in the total blackness of death…

EPILOGUE:

Gabrielle hands the papers over to Dunstan, Prince Osman’s best man. I have signed for her to execute my Lord, just as he signed to execute me. Then she comes forward and takes the scimitar from the Prince.

She binds him and has him kneel with his head upon the block before the gathered spectators as well as the members of a truly shocked council. Before the last flash of the scimitar he calls out to the crowd and to the cameras…

“We cannot live under this peace if we are forced to execute the people we hold most dear! I loved this Capree maiden! And yet I was compelled to execute her at her request, just as this Capree woman is executing me at my request! If the council cannot see the atrocities of the past couple of days then maybe our people deserve to slaughter each other until none are left! As for me, I place this debacle wholly upon the heads of the members of the council!” Then he turns to my handmaiden.

“Make sure little one and I are buried together. May you have a long and happy life, Gabrielle. I am ready.” Then he leans forward and bares his neck.

“You are an honorable man, Prince Osman,” she replies, tears in her eyes as she measures her strike. “It will be done.” Then she carefully hefts the blade upward before bringing it down…

THUNK!

The head of the Prince flies off his neck. Ironically it rolls to a stop at the feet of the important looking man who began the proceedings. The man is utterly horrified, covering his mouth with his hands in shock as the face of Prince Osman glares up at him accusingly.

POSTSCRIPT:

Prince Osman and I are buried together. But there is a lasting peace between our two countries. The individual members of the council in their shame all volunteer to be executed for the cruelty of the proceedings they inflicted upon all parties.

Gabrielle and Dunstan are assigned the duties of executing each one. Not surprisingly they fall in love and get married. But they choose to stay upon the island, facilitating executions for those of our two peoples who come of their own free will to face death for whatever reasons each individual harbors.

2011; 2018 (written for Arachnid Dec 25 ’11; ed. Aug 26 ‘18 by riwa)

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Purge night for the Strippers 3.5 (6)

I always thought the idea of a Purge Night (based on the movies) was a great idea for individual stories. With that in mind, this is the fanfiction I came up with. Originally I broke this up into two parts. But I’ve decided to combine them into one big post so you won’t have to wait for part 2. Thank you so much for visiting.

Purge night for the Strippers

PART 1

Teri ground against the stripper pole, giving the audience her most sultry smile. There were many men as well as a few women in attendance. She loved how her dance was enjoyed by both sexes.

She had to concentrate as her mind kept drifting to her immediate future. The Purge would take place in a couple of days. And all the strippers who worked at the club felt vulnerable.

There seemed to be a general consensus among the killers out on the streets on Purge night. Strippers and prostitutes were considered fair game. For those women it was a night of fear and the unknown. For the killers it was a night of sex, torture and murder.

Teri scanned the audience as she focused on making love to the pole. How many were out there sizing up her and her companions? How many were considering which bitches they might want to enjoy torturing before murdering? It gave her a shiver of dread.

Last year they’d barely gotten out alive. Some Purgers had broken into a club she and her friends worked at, killing a girl she’d known for only a month. Part of the place had been set on fire before armed security had finished off the rampagers. But with the building closed she and her friends had been forced to look elsewhere for employment.

They’d eventually settled here in the Kit Kat Klub. But the owner wasn’t taking any chances. He was going to be closed on Purge night, making sure the building was secure. Not only would the ladies have no place of work for the night, they would be out on their own.

Teri finished her set, smiling at all the whoops and hollers. Then she headed back to the dressing room. They only had two days… two days to find a safe place to crash for the night.

She passed her best friend Maureen who was heading for the stage. Maureen was eight years older but with a lot less meat on her bones. They were the same height at 5’ 4”, although Maureen had short blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes whereas Teri’s hair was a soft, silky crimson.

“Good news,” Maureen said as she rushed by.

“What’s the news?” Teri called after her. Then Maureen disappeared. A few seconds later she heard her friend being introduced to the audience right before the music started.

Teri reached the dressing room and went inside. Tanya and Chantelle were both there. So were a couple of females she did not recognize. Had the club owner hired some new girls in anticipation of losing a couple of his strippers to Purge night?

“Teri, this is Dani and Mariana,” Tanya told her by way of introduction.

She was about to ask who’s hours were being cut with the new additions when Chantelle added, “They may have a place for us to hang out on Purge night.”

Teri perked up at the news. “Purge night? You have a safe place for us on Purge night?”

“We’ve been watching you girls strip over the past couple of days,” Dani explained. “We heard you were going to be closed on Purge night. So we thought we might hire you out for a private party.”

“A private party?” Now Teri was leery.

“There’s a building right outside of town with a gate and everything,” Mariana told her. “It has rooms on the upper floor for you to sleep as well as a big room in the basement for putting on shows. After everyone’s gone home – if they choose to go home, that is – you girls can stay over until morning.”

“We’ll have a couple of armed guards on the premises,” Dani added as the two ladies took turns talking.

Mariana smiled as she told her, “All the Purgers will be in the city causing murder and mayhem. But I doubt we’re going to be bothered. After all, why waste your time on a building a few miles outside of town?

“That’s right,” Dani nodded. “We didn’t have any incidents last year.”

“And the clients brought a lot of money with them,” Mariana interjected. “The girls did very well. We were hoping to get them again. Instead we found you girls here at the Kit Kat Klub.”

“And we like what we’ve seen so far; right, Mari?”

“That’s right, Dani. We’ve already discussed it with your friends. But they said we’d have to talk to you first, Teri.”

“So what do you think?” Chantelle asked her friend.

“It sounds promising; doesn’t it, Teri? And we’ll get to work all night if we want.” Tanya sounded hopeful.

“We might even be allowed to pick up a few extra bucks if you know what I mean,” Chantelle added with a sly wink.

Tanya looked at her friend sourly, knowing what she was inferring. Chantelle was willing to give blowjobs to customers to increase her earnings. And if the pay was right she would certainly be willing to spread her legs.

“So what do you think, Teri?” Chantelle asked.

“What does Maureen say about all this?”

“She’s in. Mostly we just need a place to hide out for the night. Remember last year?”

“I remember,” Teri said with a nod. Then she looked at Tanya and asked, “So what do you think?”

“I like it. Instead of cowering in a locked room all night, we can dance and strip in a safe location while making some extra money.”

Teri looked at the two newcomers standing there. Then she smiled, thankful they now had what seemed to be a safe place to stay for Purge night. “Sounds like we’re in then. When can you pick us up? We don’t want to be out after dark, you know.”

“We’ll swing by around three and pick you all up. We should be out of the city well before five. That gives us a couple hours before Purge Night even starts.

Teri looked questioningly at her two friends. Tanya reminded her that Maureen had already agreed so long as she also wanted to go. Chantelle said it was all right with her.

“Then I guess we’re all in,” Teri told the newcomers. After all, the ladies seemed nice enough. She just hoped it would not turn out to be an offer they should have turned down in hindsight.

“Great! We’ll pick you up in a couple of days.” Dani and Mariana smiled and left.

On the day of the Purge Teri was nervous as three pm approached. Could she trust those two women to pick them all up and keep them safe? A part of her felt uneasy for some reason.

It all seemed too good to be true. But the ladies had been nice to them during that meeting a couple days back. And their offer seemed genuine. They certainly didn’t seem dangerous, much less appear as Purgers and murderers.

Teri looked out her living room window and watched as a van pulled up with two familiar faces inside. It looked like a nice Dodge Caravan. She’d been afraid it might end up being some white van where they would all have to lie on the floor for the entire ride.

She went out with her overnight bag in hand. Dani got out from the passenger seat up front and opened the sliding door, greeting her with a smile. “Got everything you need, Teri?”

“Got it all right here,” she replied with a smile, hefting the bag. “A couple outfits and makeup are inside. And I’ve brought along a little negligee to sleep in after the show’s over. I hope to get in a little rest before morning.”

“I think we can arrange that,” Mariana told her from the driver’s seat with a grin.

Teri climbed in before Dani got back into her seat. Then they drove off. It took them over an hour to pick up her three friends living all around the city.

“Thanks!” Maureen declared when she was picked up last. “For a minute there I wasn’t sure you were coming.”

“I wouldn’t leave you behind,” Teri told her as Maureen slid in right next to her.

The van headed out of the city, Maureen and Teri sitting in the back while Tanya and Chantelle took the middle bench row. The ladies chatted amongst themselves, relieved they were going to be safe for the night. They seemed happy not to have to deal with a city in turmoil from a crazed segment of the population.

They were five miles out when they turned into a private drive with an open gate. The lane went up a hill and then back down, helping to obscure the location from the main road. The strippers looked ahead and saw a large two story building that looked to be relatively updated. An unpaved parking lot looked like it could accommodate around twenty or thirty cars.

It was four-thirty when the van drove up and around to the back to the building. The structure looked to have been built into the side of the earth. “You ladies will be staying on the main floor,” Dani explained. “The shows will take place down in the basement where all the clients will be entering. There’s a stairwell that leads down.”

“Where will we sleep?” Chantelle wanted to know. Tanya gave her a dirty look as though questioning whether she would be sleeping alone or with some customer.

“There are rooms upstairs with beds,” Mariana said as she shut off the engine. “There are some downstairs as well. But you might want to sleep upstairs after you’re done stripping.”

“Sounds good,” Maureen said as she gathered up her overnight bag. Then she looked all around before adding, “I’m sure glad we got here with plenty of time to spare. You’re right about this place. It hardly looks like an ideal target for a bunch of Purgers. You can’t even see it from the highway.”

Dani nodded as she replied, “This gives us all the privacy we need for a night of entertainment while the world goes to hell for twelve hours.”

The strippers all got out before Dani and Mariana led them to the front door. They were let inside and led to a pair of rooms where they could change and get cleaned up. Teri and Maureen paired up while Tanya and Chantelle took the other one.

They both showered. Then they started to get dressed and get ready. “What do you think?” Teri asked as she sat in front of a mirror on a vanity table and started putting on her make-up.

“On the drive out Dani said we might have as many as twenty-five guests. She said last year they came with a lot of money to burn. We might do better tonight than two or three nights back in the city.”

“You think Chantelle will end up on her knees tonight?”

Maureen laughed. “If the money is good, she’ll more than likely end up on her back with her legs spread.”

Teri had to laugh in agreement. They actually had a chance to make good money on what was normally the most dangerous night of the year. She’d been a little tense on the drive out. But she was starting to relax about the whole thing.

The strippers got together before they went downstairs to check out where they would be performing and a room they could use between sets. The main floor had two poles so a pair of them could dance at the same time. There were cushioned chairs all around, indicating they would probably have the opportunity to give out lap-dances as well.

They went back upstairs and discussed the evening as they looked out a window at the parking lot below. They agreed that all earnings from their dancing would be put into a pool and divided evenly. Anything private – lap-dances and things like someone spending intimate time alone with clients (they all looked at Chantelle on that one) – would be kept separate.

The sun was low in the sky when Dani and Mariana came in with sacks of food. Dani invited them over to a table. “Max and Dave picked up Chinese on their way out of town. I hope that’s ok. We don’t have much else around here other than drinks and snacks. But I love the outfits you’re all wearing. You’re going to be so popular downstairs.”

The strippers were appreciative. They sat down and enjoyed dinner. Chinese had been a good choice as it would help to keep them from becoming too bloated before their performance.

Maureen went over to the window and looked out. Cars were starting to fill the parking lot. “They’re arriving,” she observed quietly.

“Do any of them look dangerous?” Teri asked.

“I can’t tell. I don’t think so. I don’t see anyone carrying a shotgun or anything like that.”

“I think we’ll be all right,” Chantelle observed as she took another bite of her egg role. Tanya gave her a knowing look and they both laughed.

Dani came upstairs and told them, “It’s seven pm. We just heard the siren on the radio. Come on down when you’re finished up here and we’ll get started. I think everybody’s here.”

“Be right down,” Maureen told her.

Dani headed back down as the strippers tidied up the remnants of their meal. Teri put it all in the refrigerator. Then they went back to the two rooms for one last check of their makeup and attire.

Teri had saved her lipstick for last. She applied a flashy red that went well with her hair. She saw Maureen busy straightening up a part of her attire.

Teri finally stood up from the vanity. “Ok; I’m ready. Let’s go down and put on a show.” Maureen smiled at her as they walked out of the room.

They collected Tanya and Chantelle who were also ready. Both ladies wore sexy outfits. Each girl had brought another outfit to remove for their second set. But after that Teri suspected that once they shed their second set of garments they would probably remain naked until the customers went home or started to retire for the night.

The foursome made their way to the stairs and quietly walked down in their heels. They met Dani who was just coming up to check on them. “Oh there you are. You girls ready?”

“Ready to party,” Chantelle replied with a grin.

“I like your spirit.”

Dani led them to a corner of the hallway and showed them where they would emerge into the large room. “Anything else you need from me?”

“Just announce us,” Maureen told her. “We’ve already discussed how we’re going to start this first set. We have the evening all laid out in our heads.”

“Sounds good,” Dani replied. Then she left them alone as she walked out into the main room.

The voices quieted down. The strippers heard Dani get everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlemen… here they are for your Purge night enjoyment, direct from the Kit Kat Klub!” Then the music started as the room broke out in applause.

Tanya was first, striding out into the dimmed room to whistles and applause. She took up a pole and started to ride it. There were more whistles.

She danced on the pole for a good five minutes. Then Chantelle sashayed into the room. She got whistles and cheers as she took up the other pole.

The two women danced and twirled, some of their moves syncing up. Five minutes later Maureen came out. Tanya vacated her pole and danced in front of a small group of spectators as Maureen took the empty pole and began to rub and grind against it.

The customers whooped and hollered. The girls were totally into it now. Five minutes later Teri made her entrance.

She got cheers and whistles as Chantelle gave up the pole for her. Teri joined Maureen in a choreographed dance. Tanya and Chantelle found different sections of the audience to dance and play up to.

After another five minutes the four strippers gyrated all around the dance floor, moving around in front of different audience members. It was as though they were sizing them up to decide who might turn out to be the best paying customers. Strangely they hadn’t started stripping yet.

Tanya was the first to dance out of the room. She just gyrated in the direction where they had come from before disappearing around the corner and entering their changing room. That left her three friends out on the floor.

Five minutes later Chantelle was next. She danced away from the floor in the direction Tanya had gone. Soon she too disappeared.

Five minutes later Maureen began to dance her way off the main floor. By now some of the spectators were murmuring amongst themselves. What the hell was going on?

Five minutes later Teri waved goodbye. Then she danced in the direction of her friends. For the moment the main floor was empty.

The music suddenly changed. Tanya came back out in a different outfit. She picked a pole close to a group of onlookers. That’s when she began to strip as she danced.

The customers became animated and appreciative as flimsy garments came off and were thrown to the crowd. Then she ground against the stripper pole. This time she left a sheen of moisture from where her wet pussy had rubbed against it.

The music changed again. This time Chantelle came back out. She too had changed her outfit.

Tanya left the pole right before Chantelle came up to it. She grabbed on and ground against it as Tanya found a lap to dance in. Then Chantelle began to remove pieces of her flimsy garment, also tossing them into the appreciative crowd.

While she fucked the stripper pole, Tanya ground her sexy ass into some guy’s crotch, a male who looked like he had a lot of money to burn. His bulge indicated how much he liked all the attention he was receiving. Chantelle smiled inwardly to herself before looking around to pick out a customer for herself.

Five minutes later the music changed again as Maureen came out. The pattern was the same. Tanya picked another lap to dance in; Chantelle found a lap of her own; and Maureen took up the recently vacated pole. Soon she was shedding pieces of her garment as well, tossing them into the spectators to whoops and whistles.

She ground against the stripper pole, adding moisture from her wet pussy to what had been left behind by her friends. She looked around until she picked out some guy who looked promising. Then she danced over to him as the music changed again.

Teri came out last, this time in a different outfit. If anything it made her look sluttier than the last one she’d worn. Her soft, red hair shown in the dim lighting as she flashed her red, painted lips in a sexy smile.

The other strippers had found laps to dance in. As Teri ground her cunt against the stripper pole, she searched the faces for an appreciative male to focus on. She finished her set by slowly removing pieces of her flimsy garment, tossing them into the crowd as souvenirs like her friends had done.

After her five minutes were up she went into the audience and picked a crotch with a noticeable bulge. The guy smiled appreciatively as his female companion egged the stripper on. Now the dance floor was empty as the girls focused on individual customers.

They got pawed a lot as they teased the guys they were giving lap-dances to. But they didn’t mind so much. That’s because they’d decided to bend the rules a little on Purge night, allowing for more touching and groping.

There was a lot of grabbing, and more than a little fingering. The strippers were flush with arousal as they turned up the heat in the room. There wasn’t a single crotch without a bulge. And the ladies in the gathering appeared to be enjoying the spectacle as well.

Things took a turn when Tanya started struggling with a customer. The others could hear her telling him, “No, that’s not what I’m here for. I only dance and strip and tease.”

A male voice angrily replied, “Get on your knees and suck my cock, bitch!” Tanya told him to go to hell. That’s when Teri began to feel a little uncomfortable. She hoped those two guys with Dani and Mariana would show up to kick out any unruly clients.

Tanya was trying to get away from the man pawing and groping her when the music stopped. Dani and Mariana quickly came over to her and her customer. “What’s the problem?” Dani asked irritably.

At that moment Teri and her friends felt a sense of relief. It looked like the two girls were going to shut the customer down and tell him to behave. Maybe Max and Dave were hovering somewhere nearby. Apparently this wasn’t going to get out of hand after all.

The male protested, “She won’t suck my cock!”

“Is this true?” Dani asked the flustered stripper.

Tanya replied, “We don’t suck and fuck the customers while we’re dancing.”

“You do tonight, bitch! Now get on your fucking knees!”

“What??”

“On your fucking knees, bitch!”

“Fuck you!” Tanya had decided she’d had enough.

Teri felt a jolt of unease as Maureen and Chantelle looked her way in alarm. That’s when Dani yelled for Dave and Max to bring out the block. Then the two ladies began to wrestle with Tanya to get her under control.

“Hey, want’s going on?” Chantelle asked them nervously.

“Just sit there, keep your mouth shut, and tend to your customer, bitch!” Chantelle felt a stab of fear as she looked around at her friends.

“Dani, this isn’t a part of our routine,” Teri started to say.

Dani whirled and glared daggers at her. “Was I talking to you, bitch?”

“But Dani, this isn’t right!”

About that time two males emerged with a big block of wood between them that looked like part of a tree stump. Their faces had changed into what looked like make-up for rodeo clowns. But this wasn’t no ordinary rodeo as their faces looked sinister and ominous.

One of them went back where he’d come from. The other came over to help with a struggling Tanya. He produced a zip-tie and quickly secured Tanya’s wrists behind her back.

“I think the show’s over,” Teri’s responded, trying to sound authoritative.

“I don’t think so, bitch!” Mariana told her with a sneer. “In fact I think things are just starting to get good. Now stay right there and tend to your customer.”

“We didn’t come here to get mistreated!” Maureen declared, having stood up from the lap she was dancing in.

“You’re here to entertain us on Purge night, bitch! Or did you forget that little fact?”

At that moment the other male returned. He was carrying a large axe. He walked up to the block of wood, took a swing and embedded the axe in it with a thud.

For a moment the room was deathly silent. Then customers began to applaud. One of the ladies in the audience hollered, “Off with her head!” It motivated others to start crying out the same thing.

Dani, Mariana and the male who looked like Dave hauled Tanya over to the block. The axe was pulled out before she was forced to kneel. When her head was forced down on top of the block she went pale with terror.

“NO! NO! I don’t want to lose my head!”

“You can’t do that to her!” Teri cried out.

“You want to take her place, bitch?” Dani motioned at the block, indicating she would be just as happy to see Teri kneeling there in Tanya’s place.

Teri froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She looked uncertainly at Maureen and Chantelle who both looked terrified. That’s when their customers demanded blowjobs as well.

“Better give it to ‘em, bitches, or your heads will roll next.” Then Dani looked down at Tanya and smiled.

“Now what’ll it be, bitch? Will you give the nice man a blowjob? Are you going to be a good whore and open up that cunt of yours to anybody who wants access to it? Or does he get to fuck your mouth and ass after your head’s been separated from your shoulders?”

2019 (written for Teri and Dani Jan 27 ’19 by riwa)

PART 2

As she was forced to kneel at the block Tanya didn’t know whether to be frightened or angry. The sudden change in the atmosphere of the room disturbed her greatly. Was this a joke? Were these people insane??

The more she thought about it the more she couldn’t believe Dani was really serious about having her beheaded. But the fact it was Purge Night made her uneasy. The roughness of their treatment of her had alarmed her greatly. Would they really go through with their threat?

“She’s on her knees ready to suck your cock,” Dani told the customer with a smile, motioning grandly. “Come on up and enjoy her mouth. We’d hate for you not to get your money’s worth.”

He smiled as he rose up from his chair. He walked up to the stripper kneeling behind the block. Then he started to unzip his fly.

The other strippers had frozen in place, astonished at this sudden turn of events. Dani told them, “Well? What are you bitches waiting for?? Get down on those knees and start sucking those cocks!”

Teri, Maureen and Chantelle stood there uncertainly. The guy sitting in the chair in front of Chantelle suddenly pulled his pants down. Then he grabbed her by a handful of hair, spun her around and forced her onto her knees.

She let out a cry of alarm, getting Teri’s attention. Maureen felt her stomach churn at the sudden turn of events. “But we don’t…” Chantelle started to gasp.

Teri decided to try one more time. “Not during our shows!” she declared as authoritatively as possible. “It’s possible some of the ladies might be open to a little action after…”

Dani cut her off as she glared angrily at a kneeling Tanya and barked, “Are you going to suck his cock or not?”

Tanya didn’t know what the hell to do. A part of her was indignant and disbelieving. The other part was understandably frightened.

The customer stood in front of her with a large prick. She wasn’t sure she could get it down her throat in the first place. Would they really cut her head off with an axe? Weren’t these just props brought in special for Purge Night?

She wanted to retain some dignity. Perhaps a compromise was in order. So she nervously told him, “After the show I’d be h-happy to discuss a price for giving you a blowjob.”

A female voice cried out, “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” A male voice seconded the motion. With a nod from Dani the one named Dave in the horrifically painted face grabbed Tanya and forced her head down onto the block.

The strippers all gasped, unable to believe their eyes. Tanya cried out, “TERI; DO SOMETHING!” A moment later the one named Max hefted the axe and brought it down hard.

His aim was remarkably accurate. The axe came down with a loud THUMP. The strippers and customers all jerked at the sound.

Tanya’s eyes flew open in shock as the blade cut right through her neck. Her head came off and bounced once off the floor before settling on its side. A spray of blood shot out of the severed neck.

Tanya’s headless body instinctively rose up onto its knees and shook itself as blood continued to pump out of the severed neck. Her tits bounced as her arms tried to jerk behind her back. Then she pitched over onto her side and went into spasms.

Maureen got weak in the knees and collapsed. Teri nearly fainted. Chantelle let out a wail of shock and horror.

Dani smiled as she walked over and picked up the severed head. Tanya looked like she was still conscious. Dani looked right into her face and told her, “Should have sucked his cock while you were still alive, you stupid bitch. Now you’re really going to give him ‘head’!”

She turned and handed it to the costumer, telling him, “With our compliments, sir.” He smiled as he grabbed the head. Then he promptly shoved his dick into her mouth until it emerged out of her neck stump as the other customers cheered.

Tanya was still aware of what was going on with her head. She was horrified as she felt the huge cock go right through her mouth. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Then her expression sagged tiredly as consciousness mercifully faded away.

“Guys?” Dani motioned at her male friends as Mariana May looked on with sadistic glee. “You might as well show our customers what they’ll be getting with this one.” Max and Dave both nodded.

They pulled down their pants and took their cocks out. Tanya had almost stopped spasming as they brought her back up onto her knees. Max shoved his cock into her pussy from behind while Dave thrust his dick into the still bleeding neck stump.

The customers cheered. Teri felt sick. Dani whirled before bellowing at the horrified trio, “NOW GET SUCKING, BITCHES!”

Teri gasped as she was forced to her knees, numb with shock and horror. A cock was shoved into her mouth as two more appeared on either side of her. Voices told her to grab them with her hands. But her mind kept reliving the horror of that axe coming down and Tanya’s head coming off.

Maureen was brought up onto her knees, still reeling. A cock was shoved down her throat. She gagged before her senses started coming back online.

It wasn’t long before Chantelle was getting a good face-fucking as well. She grunted and gurgled as a couple of cocks appeared nearby, ready to be sucked at a moment’s notice.

The three remaining strippers were grateful for one thing. At least they weren’t facing the block. Thus, they didn’t have to watch their beheaded friend getting fucked in her cunt and neck stump while a customer violated her head.

Just for fun the client pulled his cock out of Tanya’s skull. He flipped it around before putting his cock back in through the neck stump. A couple of females came over and took turns sucking on the end as it stuck out past the dead stripper’s lips.

Max let out a roar. Tanya’s spasming cunt had been too much to hold back. A moment later he left a deposit in her pussy as Dave shot his load inside the still bleeding neck stump.

Other costumers were invited to come up and defile the corpse. Tanya received a brutal degradation. At one point she ended up in a headless sandwich, her cunt and ass penetrated.

The customer with the head cried out his release. His seed spurted out through Tanya’s lips into the eager mouths of the two females assisting him. They each took turns getting a part of his load. Then they sucked the tip of his cock still sticking out past Tanya’s lips.

He finally removed her head from his dick. He tossed it over to Dani who kissed it and tasted the cum on the lips before hefting it in the air over to her friend Mariana May. She kissed it and then laughed at it before another male customer asked for it so he could fuck it with his dick.

As Tanya’s corpse was fucked face down by another customer, a couple of females came over and started sucking on her nipples. They seemed more than a little turned on at the headless body lying on the ground to play with. Her head got tossed around, some females kissing her lips while the male customers enjoyed the thrill of fucking her mouth or neck stump.

The three remaining strippers went from cock to cock. It wasn’t long before Chantelle was corralled by several females and forced to lick cunt. She, Teri and Maureen hoped Tanya would be the only one among them who would end up being killed.

After about an hour Dave and Max disappeared. A few minutes later they returned with a big, wooden tub. A hose was brought out and the tub was filled with water. “Now let’s have our strippers come over!” Dani waved grandly.

Teri, Chantelle and Maureen hesitantly came over. That’s when Mariana May produced some zip-ties. She pulled Maureen’s arms behind her back and tied them at the wrists before the shocked stripper could resist.

“What are you doing??” Teri gasped in horror. She was next, but she started to put up a struggle. Dani slapped her face, telling her to knock it off.

Eventually the three naked strippers had their wrists zip-tied behind their backs before being forced to kneel around the barrel of water. Mariana May disappeared for a moment. When she returned she had a handful of dildos.

She tossed them into the barrel with a splash. Then she laughed. “You’re going to play a game called ‘dildo-diving’. The last bitch to bring one up with her mouth? Well… I just hope she can hold her breath.”

“Why don’t you give it a try?” she cackled, forcing Chantelle’s head down into the water. The stripper bubbled and struggled. Then she was allowed back up, coughing and sputtering.

“What… you didn’t bring one up with you? Try again, bitch!”

This time her head was forced down harder. Chantelle bubbled before deciding she’d better retrieve one. She managed to get one in her mouth before she was allowed back up.

She snorted water out of her nose before spitting it out of her mouth. Then Dani pushed Teri’s head down into the barrel. “Better practice, bitch!” she said with a laugh.

Teri struggled to get one in her mouth before bringing it back up. Dani laughed at her as Mariana May went over to Maureen. “Your turn, bitch. Better not drown.” Then her head was also forced down into the barrel.

Maureen struggled to get one into her mouth. But she was having trouble wrapping her lips around one. She began to bubble as panic set in.

“Not until you bring one up, bitch!” Mariana May declared. Maureen bubbled again as she frantically mouthed for one. She finally got one between her lips and was let back up.

She spit it out of her mouth as she coughed and sputtered. The customers all laughed as they moved in closer to watch. Dani picked up the dildo Maureen had spit out, slapped her face with it, and then tossed it back into the barrel.

“Ok, bitches! Last one to bring one up is a rotten egg! Three… two… one… GO!”

Frightened, Teri and Chantelle immediately went down and tried to get one. Maureen hesitated. Then it dawned on her she might be killed if she came up last, causing her to frantically splash her head down into the water.

Three sets of bubbles came up as the strippers struggled to grab a dildo in their teeth. With three heads in the water it made the objects move around a little more. That only made it harder to snatch one up.

Chantelle got one first. She got it in her mouth and came up out of the water. “The winner!” Mariana May declared with wicked glee, grabbing her by a handful of hair and shaking her head around.

Self-preservation drove Teri to try to get a dildo in her mouth before Maureen. She saw her friend was working on getting one between her lips. Shamefully she moved closer and snatched it away, pulling it up out of the water between her teeth.

“Second place!” Mariana May proclaimed.

Maureen finally came up with one. She was horrified she’d come in last. Then she gave Teri a shocked look over the way her friend had snatched that dildo away from her.

“I guess you lost, honey,” Dani told her. Then she forced her head back down into the barrel. Maureen cried out, blowing her breath away.

A nearby customer asked if he could fuck her while she was drowning. Dani grinned at him as she pulled Maureen’s head back up. “You hear that, honey? Someone wants to help you go out with a bang!”

The guy knelt behind her. Then he thrust his hard cock up her ass. Maureen screamed before her head was forced down into the barrel.

A huge burst of bubbles came up as he fucked her hard. He pulled her head up and she gasped for breath. She cried out before he forced her head right back down into the barrel, making her hold her breath as he fucked her ass.

Other customers came up, wanting to fuck Teri and Chantelle the very way. “But I won!” Chantelle gasped, concerned about saving herself.

“I see no reason why not,” Mariana May replied with a smile. Then a naked male got behind Teri while another decided to enjoy Chantelle.

Teri cried out as a cock was shoved up her twat. Then she was forced head down into the barrel, her secured arms jerking behind her back as she was brutally fucked. Chantelle soon joined her until all three strippers were spewing bubbles, their heads submerged as their asses stuck up and got pounded.

“Now that’s hot!” Mariana May observed as she looked on.

“Fuck the air out of their lungs!” Dani declared with delight. “But don’t drown them just yet! The night is still young!”

Maureen climaxed first, the cock up her ass and the fear of drowning scaring her so badly that her body went off in fearful orgasm. Teri was next, cumming shamefully hard as a cock went off in her cunt. Chantelle came last in a desperate attempt to hold back her orgasm and failing miserably.

More males came over to have a turn. The three ladies each got a vicious dunking while they were fucked from behind. The females cheered them on, although some were on their knees happily sucking cocks. Mariana May and Dani just looked on with sadistic glee.

It wasn’t long before the cunts and asses of the three remaining strippers were full of spunk. It leaked out of their holes and slithered down their legs. Each one was viciously dunked as she was fucked again and again, making her struggle to hold her breath so as not to drown.

After a while some of the women wanted to take part. Strap-ons were quickly obtained. Teri got a nine inch one up her butt. Maureen struggled with a thick ten-incher. Chantelle screamed a froth of bubbles as an eleven inch monster was shoved up her twat.

Afterwards more cocks came over to join in the fun. Each man liked the idea of fucking a stripper while her head was submerged in the barrel. They seemed to enjoy the way they fucked bubbles out of their lungs.

Chantelle finally became too exhausted to continue and was granted a reprieve since she’d won earlier. She collapsed onto her side, panting weakly to get her breath back. The zip-tie attaching her wrists together had begun to chafe.

Mariana May and Dani attached strap-ons for themselves. Then they each took a turn fucking Teri and Maureen. They gave them both a severe dunking before pulling their heads up to allow them to gasp for breath.

“Now here’s how it’s going to work,” Dani whispered between them so they both could hear. “Whoever can hold her breath the longest… wins. Understand?”

They both turned to look back at her in alarm. Mariana May grinned and nodded. “Gather round, folks!” she cried out to their guests. “One of these bitches is going to drown now! Place your bets on which one it will be!”

There was some frantic gambling on the side. Teri gasped and shook her head. “No! Please… don’t do this to us!” Maureen looked horrified.

“Ready, bitches?” Dani asked as she gleefully got a good handful of Maureen’s hair. Mariana May wrapped her fingers in Teri’s silky crimson strands.

“Three… two… one… down!”

Both strippers gasped for breath.  Then their heads were forced down into the barrel. That’s when Mariana May and Dani both thrust hard with their strap-ons.

Teri and Maureen glubbed up bubbles as Chantelle looked on in horror. Were the bitches really going to drown one of her remaining friends? Which one wasn’t going to make it?? Shamefully, she was glad she was not taking part.

Teri grunted as she struggled not to exhale. It was either her or Maureen. Self-preservation made her fight to hold her breath for as long as possible.

Maureen suddenly cried out as an orgasm was fucked right out of her. She shuddered in climax as she blew her breath away. Then she panicked as she tried to lift her head up.

Dani sadistic cackled, “Drown, bitch! You’re not coming up until one of you drowns!” A moment later Maureen’s lungs gave out.

She gurgled as she began gulping water. Then she began thrashing about, coughing up bubbles as she hitched and convulsed. Teri struggled not to inhale, hoping her friend would drown quickly so she would be safely pulled back up.

Maureen spasmed and convulsed as she kept inhaling water. Then she went limp in Dani’s grasp. The sadistic woman just kept fucking the last of the bubbles out of her flooded lungs until she finally let go of the woman’s hair.

Maureen lay bent over the barrel, her head submerged as she lay limp and lifeless. Her eyes were frozen open in horror as a couple stray bubbles slipped past her parted lips. Her hair swayed softly before hanging down. But she received no mercy from the customers as most of them cheered her drowning death.

Some of them were extra happy as they had bet correctly. Others’ grudgingly paid off upon losing. That’s when Mariana May pulled Teri’s head up out of the water and declared, “THE WINNER!”

Teri gasped, coughed and sputtered. Then she collapsed onto her side, tears filling her eyes as she was allowed to catch her breath. At least she was still alive.

She was horrified to see they weren’t finished with Maureen. Some of the customers wanted to fuck the corpse as it lay bent over the edge of the barrel. It shouldn’t have been all that much of a surprise, being as how Tanya’s beheaded corpse was still being accessed by freaks and perverts.

Teri and Chantelle were not granted a reprieve for long. One of the customers wanted to see them dance again. Dani and Mariana May marched over, dragged them both to their feet and ordered them to make love to the stripper pole again. This was despite the fact Tanya’s blood was all over, mixing with water spilled over from the barrel.

They tried to dance around the stripper pole, but were mostly numb with shock. And with their hands tied behind their back they couldn’t do much. Dani finally told Dave to cut their zip-ties off.

Their wrists had chafed and had wicked red lines. At least they could cling to the pole now. They were terrified of what was going to happen to them, considering how much they were afraid the crowd in its bloodlust might want to watch another killing.

They tried to dance, but their moves were much less graceful due to their anxiety. They could not escape the view of their dead friends on the stage with them. They tried to block the images of the bodies out of their mind, but were mostly unsuccessful.

One of the customers called out that he wanted a lap dance. He displayed an erection, indicating exactly what he was expecting. Mariana May dragged Chantelle over to him and demanded she climb aboard.

Chantelle whimpered as she got into his lap facing him, impaling herself on his dick. She began riding him to the whoops and hollers of those around them. She tried to throw herself into it, hoping a good fuck meant they would want to keep her alive a while longer. But it was difficult to fuck him with any enthusiasm since she was fearful for her life.

With Chantelle gone, Teri was able to ride the stripper pole by herself more fluidly. She threw herself into her dance until another customer demanded a similar lap dance. When she hesitated Dani grabbed her by the arm and threw her over in his direction, telling her to “climb into that lap and ride that cock.”

She climbed aboard and tried to show some eagerness. But it was difficult considering the circumstances. It wasn’t long until both customers started to complain the “dances” they were receiving were lacking something.

Mariana May came up behind Chantelle, wrapped a pair of discarded nylons around her throat and strangled her. Chantelle’s eyes flew open in alarm as she started to gasp and choke. Her hands flew up to try to relieve the agony around her throat. But the asphyxiation had the added effect of making her pussy clench.

“Now you’re talking!” the customer declared with delight as the stripper rasped and gurgled. “Strangling the bitch makes her dance on my cock so much better!”

Dani grinned as she too retrieved some discarded nylons. She came up behind Teri and wrapped them around her throat, strangling her as well. As the stripper started choking, spasming and clawing at her neck, Dani cheerfully asked the man, “Is she fucking you any better now, sir?”

“Hell, yeah!” he gasped with delight

Teri’s face went red as she hitched and jerked while trying to breathe. Her cunt clenched reflexively around the cock she was riding. Dani eased up on the nylons, allowing her to catch her breath before tightening them again.

The customer roared, “FUCK YEAH!” He emptied himself inside her spasming cunt, filling her with his seed. Then Dani violently pulled her off.

Teri ended up in a heap on the floor, her pussy leaking spunk as Dani asked who else wanted a special lap dance. Another male cried out he wanted one. So Dani dragged Teri over to him, the stripper half-stumbling. She was forced to climb into his lap and ride his dick as the nylons returned around her throat, half strangling her again.

This got everyone excited watching the two women being simultaneously strangled. Dani and Mariana May provided the asphyxiation for the strippers as they rode different laps. Teri’s face turned red from lack of breath as Chantelle choked and rasped.

One of the women in the audience suddenly called out, “Can we hang one of them?” Dani and Mariana May looked at each other and grinned. Then Dani told Teri, “Better do a good job on this one, bitch! Last one to make her guy cum – wins!”

“The loser gets to swing,” Mariana May added with wicked glee. This caused several of the patrons to cheer and applaud.

The spectators started urging the strippers on, voting with their enthusiasm for the one they wanted to watch hang. Dani and Mariana May continued strangling them from behind with the nylons as the asphyxiated girls tried to ride the cocks they were impaled upon. Teri struggled not to get her guy off too soon while trying to claw the nylons off from around her throat.

Mariana May couldn’t resist strangling Chantelle harder. The stripper gawked and gurgled as her eyes started to roll. That’s when her customer went off with a “FUCK; THAT’S SO GOOD!”

“The loser!” Mariana May declared excitedly. “You got him off too soon! Time for you to hang!”

Cheers went up as Dave went and retrieved some rope. Max grabbed another zip-tie as Mariana May pulled Chantelle out of the lap onto the floor. The poor girl began crying out, begging for her life as her wrists were zip-tied behind her back.

Teri was horrified. But she gamely went on riding the cock she was impaled upon. She couldn’t believe this was happening to them. In hindsight she realized they should have turned down those two bitches when they came to the club offering them a supposedly safe haven on Purge Night.

A rope was strung up between Tanya’s beheaded corpse and the barrel with Maureen’s corpse bent over it. Chantelle was dragged over to it, crying and pleading. Dave looped the rope around her throat as Max and Mariana May held onto her wriggling form.

Dani grinned at the spectacle. Then she called out, “Does anyone want to see the bitch hang?” There were eager cries of “Yes!”

“I said… ‘Does anyone want to see the bitch hang’?”

“YES!!”

“I can’t hear you. I said… “DOES ANYONE WANT TO SEE THE BITCH HANG??”

“YEESSSSSS!!”

Dani grinned as she proclaimed, “Then hang the fucking bitch, boys!”

Cheers went up as Chantelle was pulled up into the air. Her eyes flew open in horror as her feet left the ground. She began kicking and struggling, her cunt and ass dripping from her many fucks as her nipples protruded out of her breasts.

A female voice in the crowd called out, “SOMEBODY GIVE HER A FLYING FUCK!” There were cheers of agreement.

Max and Dave lowered her until her feet were just a few inches off the floor before tying her off. Then Max got behind her. He shoved his dick up her ass as he reached around and savagely mauled her tits.

Chantelle gawked and gurgled as she tried to pull air down her windpipe. The spectators cheered her on. The guy in Teri’s cunt finally went off at the sight of a woman being fucked and hanged. Then the stripper was forced to turn and watch her friend suffer.

Chantelle struggled to get air down her throat. The cock was shoved hard into her ass, making her grunt with every thrust. Her face turned red as she tried to breathe.

Max gave her a good hard fucking until he let out with a satisfied cry as he thrust nice and deep. Then he pulled out. Chantelle hung limp in the noose, his spunk leaking out of her ass as her weight made the coil close tight around her throat.

A couple of females wanted to enjoy her body. They were allowed to come forward and get on their knees. One licked her cunt while the other licked the cum out of her ass to wild cheers and applause.

Chantelle quivered as her toes wriggled. She could no longer pull air down her throat. Drool spilled off her protruding tongue onto her breasts.

Her suddenly bladder gave way, but the woman in front just kept licking and slurping, glorying in the moment. Chantelle’s struggles were slowly reduced to stray muscle twitches. After a while even those subsided, leaving her to dangle lifelessly at the mercy of her abusers.

A couple of males wanted to fuck her corpse. The girls got out of the way as the guys gleefully sandwiched her while several ladies egged them on. Teri was given no reprieve as yet another lap with an erection needed her immediate attention.

This time her ass was impaled from behind. She was forced to look at the dead bodies of her friends on the stage. That’s when she began to realize they were not going to allow her to live either.

She got a load of cum up her ass from the guy she was impaled upon. Then she was passed around for more fucking. She was banged by men and women alike as Mariana May and Dani played catch with Tanya’s head.

After a while some female loudly asked, “Are we going to kill this one too?”

“Do you want to kill this one?” Dani asked with a grin. Several voices called out, “Yes!”

“I said, ‘Do you want to kill this one’?”

“YES!”

“I can’t hear you! I said, ‘DO YOU WANT TO KILL THIS ONE’?”

“YEESSSSSS!!”

Teri anxiously shook her head. Then she began begging, “NO… NO… I”LL FUCK ALL OF YOU… PLEASE!”

“But it’s Purge Night, bitch,” Mariana May reminded her. “And you know what we do on purge night, right?”

“Does everybody have the urge to purge?” Dani called out as a surge of bloodlust flowed through her body. Once more the room erupted in a lusty cheer.

“Boys?” she called, waving Max and Dave over. “Tie this bitch to the stripper pole!”

Teri began crying out, shaking her head as Max and Dave dragged her naked body over to the pole. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she choked back a sob. She understood now they had all been doomed from the very beginning.

Her wrists were zip-tied around the pole behind her back. Dave tied her ankles to the pole as well. Then Dani produced a ten-inch dagger.

She handed it to a nearby female and told her, “To you goes the honor of the first stab.” The woman gleefully accepted the knife. Then she stepped forward and drove the blade through Teri’s right breast, setting her to howling with pain.

The knife was passed to a male who stabbed her in the hip. The next male cut a wound in her leg. Another enjoyed giving her a painful slice on her arm. Teri jerked and howled from the pain of each wound.

Each customer present was allowed to use the knife on her. Some just cut her, wanting to inflict as much pain as possible without doing any serious damage. But others gave her wicked stabs in her breasts and in her waist.

A woman stabbed her in the stomach, getting lots of applause. Then a man shoved the blade up her pussy. Poor Teri howled with agony.

Dani gave her a stab on the right side of her naked body. Mariana May stabbed her on the left side. Then it was Dave’s turn.

He stabbed her lower in the gut before twisting the knife. He made a whole big enough for some of her guts to start spilling out. Then he thrust his erection inside the bleeding wound.

He gave the knife to Max who grinned at Dani and Mariana May. Then he got behind Teri and the pole. That’s when he sliced right through her neck.

Teri gurgled up blood as she began to hitch and shudder in her death throes. She was aware of Dave fucking the wound in her lower abdomen, her blood covering much of his lower extremities. The last thing she felt was him emptying his cock inside her before the life flicked out of her eyes.

Max finished by cutting her head off. Then her head was handed over to Dave who used her mouth to clean his cock. The room loudly cheered again as Mariana May and Dani tossed the head back and forth. Then they all began to chant in honor of Purge Night.

The bodies were sexually abused all night long until the early morning hours. Then they were hauled out of the building and driven in the back of a tarped truck to the river out back. All four were thrown unceremoniously into the water to be washed downstream, never to be heard from again.

2019 (written for “Teri” and “Dani” Apr 17 ’19 by riwa)

(representations of the characters created by Dani)

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Gambling your life away (Part 4) 4.8 (5)

(This is overdue. My apologies.)

Part IV

“Dottie?” Winifred stammered as Monique worked to help her out of her clothes. “Dottie, I don’t want to drown!” She seemed conflicted between becoming undressed and facing the interior of the tank.

“I’m sorry, miss,” Mr. Rick told her kindly. “But if you did not wish to drown, you shouldn’t have played the craps table. The rules were explained to you, but you took the risk anyway.”

“You can’t drown her!” Dorothy protested. “You’ve… I’ve… I’ve lost two sisters already! I can’t lose a third! What will mum and dad say?”

“You really should have thought of that before you started to play,” Mr. Rick told her sympathetically. “But rules are rules, ladies. My hands are tied. Right, Monique?”

The attendant smiled and nodded as she walked a naked Winifred over to the tank. “But I don’t want to drown!” Winifred yelped again as they disappeared for a moment behind the back. Then the metal wall was opened and Winifred was gently pushed inside.

Again she became aware of her nudity as she tried to cover her breasts and crotch. Then she frantically pushed her hands against the glass. “Dottie, get me out of here!”

Dorothy stared in horror at her sister’s plight. Then she turned back to their host. “Mr. Rick, you’re not really going to drown her, are you?”

As if in answer, water began shooting up from an opening in the floor. Winifred let out a yelp as it bubbled up in a fountain. “DOTTIE, DO SOMETHING!”

“Mr. Rick, isn’t there anything I can do?”

“Perhaps for your sake you should leave while you still can. I’d hate to see anything happen to all four of you.”

“But I can’t just leave?? She’s my sister!”

“You’re certainly welcome to stay and watch if you wish.”

“DOTTIE???

“Mr. Rick, isn’t there anything I can do?” It was alarming to see the water now covering her sister’s bare feet. At that rate it wouldn’t take long for the tank to fill.

The Club co-owner looked at Monique who once again shrugged her shoulders as though it was up to him. “I hesitate to put you at risk, miss. After all, your sister played and lost.”

“Can’t I win her back? Can’t I play something else? How about that roulette wheel over there? How does that work?”

“DOTTIE, WOULD YOU HURRY IT UP??” Winifred was stomping in place as though trying to stomp the water back down from whence it was coming.

“Normally I would spin the wheel and you would bet on a number or color. I suppose I could make it easier by having you bet on whether a number comes up odd or even or whether the color comes up black or white. That would even the odds. Of course you would have to guess correctly.”

“DAW-TEEEE??” Winifred banged on the glass with her palms, growing more and more frantic.

“One spin and I could win her freedom?” Dorothy asked hopefully.

“Not so fast. We can’t make it that simple. I believe you had to win three rolls of the dice in order to free your sister in the chair. Of course we all know how that turned out.”

Dorothy glanced over at Emily and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her dead, naked sister sat there with eyes wide and vacant. There were still little tendrils of smoke drifting up. Nearby Zilpha’s severed head still rested on her corpse.

“DOTTIE, GET ME OUT OF HERE!” The water was now climbing Winifred’s ankles.

“I’M BLOODY WORKING ON IT!” she hollered back at her. Then she turned back to the Club co-owner.

“Mr. Rick, how can I win her back? Are you suggesting three wins in a row like last time?”

He looked over at Monique who shrugged her shoulders again. Then he smiled sympathetically at her. “I suppose we could do that. Would you like to guess numbers? Or would you like to guess what color will come up?”

“DOTTIE, WILL YOU BLOODY HURRY UP AND GUESS ALREADY?” The water was now starting up Winifred’s shapely calves.

Apparently the sister in the tank could hear them through the opening at the top. But there was a grating in place up above. Her tank would fill and she would eventually find herself totally submerged.

“I guess I’ll play colors, Mr. Rick.”

“I’ll give you $1,000 for each correct guess you make. But a wrong guess will cost you all the money won so far.”

“WOULD YOU JUST HURRY UP??”

“Red, please.”

“You do realize of course that if you lose, your sister will drown and you will forfeit your life to the Club. You understand that, don’t you?”

“DOTTIE, WILL YOU JUST HURRY UP AND SPIN THAT BLOODY WHEEL??”

“WOULD YOU JUST CALM DOWN AND TAKE A DEEP BREATH?? I’M DOING MY BEST OVER HERE!”

She turned to the dealer and nervously told him, “Red, please.”

“Red it is.” Then he spun the roulette wheel in one direction while the marble went rolling in the other along the outer edge.

Winifred tried to calm down and take deep breaths. Maybe she would be all right. It was getting scary in the tank. At least her sister hadn’t abandoned her to her fate. Maybe Dottie could win her back.

The wheel began to slow down. The marble started to bounce around. It settled in the black number 17 slot.

Winifred let out a yelp in the tank. “DOTTIE?? I THINK IT’S COMING IN FASTER!” Now the water was approaching her knees.

Dorothy panted for breath as she saw her sister’s plight. The sight was horrifically arousing. It shamed her the way she found herself becoming wet at the image of the filling tank.

“There are costs to losing,” Mr. Rick smiled sadly. “Would you prefer to stop playing? Or do you wish to keep going?”

“DOTTIE, KEEP PLAYING THE BLOODY GAME!”

“Will you just calm down and take deep breaths in there?”

“I’m… trying!” Winifred panted as she tried to calm her wildly beating heart. But the water seemed to be rising faster.

“I’ll try red again, please.”

Mr. Rick smiled and nodded. Then he set the wheel in motion before sending the marble rolling around the edge. Winifred whimpered inside the tank as the water continued to climb her legs.

The wheel slowed down and the marble started to bounce. Then it rattled home in red number 23. Mr. Rick smiled as he brought out ten $100 bills and placed them in front of her.

“I won!” Dorothy called out to her sister.

Winifred thought she detected less water coming in. “I think… I think the water isn’t filling so fast! Spin again, love!”

Dorothy told the Club co-owner, “I’ll take black this time, please.”

Mr. Rick smiled and nodded. He set the wheel in motion. Then he rolled the marble in the other direction.

Winifred whimpered as the water continued to rise. It was halfway up her legs now. She no longer bothered with modesty by trying to cover herself. After all, it was only the four of them in the room.

The marble began to bounce around. Then it settled in red number 3. The co-owner of the Club smiled sadly as he reached out and took Dorothy’s winnings away.

In the tank Winifred let out a yelp as water jetted in more aggressively. “DOTTIE?? I THINK IT’S FLOWING FASTER AGAIN!”

Dorothy turned to look. The water had almost reached Winifred’s crotch. She felt a shameful surge of tingles at the sight of her poor sister trapped inside the tank.

“Do you wish to play again?” Mr. Rick asked kindly.

Dorothy gulped and nodded. “I’ll take black, please.”

Mr. Rick spun the wheel before rolling the marble in the opposite direction. Winifred wanted to call out for her to hurry up. But she managed to swallow down her growing fear.

The wheel slowed until the marble began to bounce. It rattled home in red number 19. Dorothy was crestfallen. “What rotten luck,” Mr. Rick told her kindly.

“What happened?” Winifred called out from the tank as she looked down at the rising water.

“I lost again, Winnie!”

“You LOST?? DOTTIE, GET ME OUT OF HERE! I DON’T WANT TO DROWN!” Then she gasped as the water reached her crotch. Was it coming in faster?

“DOTTIE?? THE WATER’S RISING FAST IN HERE!”

Dorothy anxiously looked at her sister. Then she turned back to the Club co-owner. He kindly asked, “Do you wish to try again, miss?”

She looked at the roulette wheel in confusion. “Red… er, BLACK! No, I… red, please.”

“Is that your final answer?” he asked with amusement.

“Yes. Red, please.”

“Red it is.”

Mr. Rick spun the wheel in one direction and the marble in the other. In the tank Dorothy heard her sister hyperventilating. “Deep breaths, Winnie!” she called out to her, trying to help calm her down.

The wheel slowed. The marble bounced. This time it settled into red number 30.

Mr. Rick smiled as he once more handed Dorothy ten $100 bills. “I won!” she called out to her sister. “Only two more spins to go!”

“Hurry up, love!” Winifred called to her, trying to calm herself. By now the water was almost up to her navel.

“Well?” Mr. Rick asked softly.

Dorothy studied the roulette wheel. She was conflicted, understanding the danger her sister was in. Which color should she pick? Would it come up red again? Or would it come up black?

“I’ll… I’ll take black this time,” she said, none too confidently.

“Black it is, “Mr. Rick said with a smile. Then he spun the roulette wheel once more before setting the marble rolling along the outer edge.

Dorothy watched anxiously. In the tank Winifred tried to catch her breath. The height of the water was alarming. All she could do was hope her sister could win back her freedom.

The marble began bounding again. It bounced in and out of red number 27, causing Dorothy to gasp in horror. Then it settled in black number 8.

Mr. Rick smiled as he handed out ten more $100 bills. Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. “I won again, Winnie!”

“You need to win one more, right?” her sister called from inside the tank.

“Three in a row; right, Mr. Rick?”

“That’s right,” he said with a smile. “Three in a row.”

Winifred looked all around the tank. Something felt different. Had the water stopped? Maybe there was hope after all.

Dorothy looked at the wheel, trying to decide. Which color should it be? Which one would come up next?

“Black, please,” she said uncertainly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

“Black it is.” Then he set the wheel in motion before rolling the marble again.

Dorothy looked over at her sister in the tank. The water was just above her navel. She tried to give her a reassuring smile, causing her sister to weakly smile back at her.

The marble fell into the numbered section and began to bounce. Then it rattled home in red number 32. Mr. Rick smiled sadly as he reached out and confiscated all of Dorothy’s winnings.

“Dottie, what happened – NO!” That’s when Winifred felt the water flowing in again at her feet. It had momentarily stopped, perhaps with that last win. But now it was back to filling up the tank.

“I lost!” Dorothy wailed.

“Dottie, get me out of here!!”

“I’m trying!” Then she turned back toward the Club co-owner. “Black, please.”

Mr. Rick hesitated a moment. Dorothy said it again. He nodded as he set the wheel in motion before rolling the marble.

The wheel spun as Winifred grew anxious in the tank. The water felt like it was rising again. It was almost up to her breasts.

The marble fell into the numbers and bounced once. It settled in red number 16. Dorothy let out a cry of horror.

“Dottie?” Winifred called out anxiously.

“I lost again, Winnie!”

“Bloody hell, love! Would you just get me out of here?” Was the water rising faster??

“I’m trying!!” Then she turned to the Club co-owner and blurted out, “Black. It’s got to come up black this time!”

Mr. Rick nodded before setting the wheel and then the marble in motion. Dorothy watched anxiously, quietly murmuring to herself, “It’s got to come up black; it’s got to come up black; it’s got to come up black.” Then it fell and rattled into red number 19.

Dorothy blurted out, “Bloody hell!” In the tank Winifred called out, “What happened love?”

“I bloody lost again!”

“DOTTIE??”

It felt like there was more water flowing into the tank. It reached her breasts and completely covered them. Now it was rising up her shoulders toward her neck.

“Black!” Dorothy blurted out in desperation. “It’s got to land on bloody black this time!”

Mr. Rick nodded as he spun the wheel. Then the marble went rolling again along the outer edge. It grew tired before it fell into the numbers, landing in red number 12.

Dorothy let out a cry of horror. In the tank Winifred found she was starting to stand on her toes. She was about to lose the floor.

“DOTTIE?? It’s getting HIGH IN HERE!!”

“I’m doing the best I can, love!”

“Perhaps you might find more success playing the numbers,” Mr. Rick suggested kindly. “You can always choose odd or even. It’s still a 50-50 proposition.”

“I don’t know,” Dorothy said nervously as she looked at the wheel. “Maybe… maybe I’ll take odd.”

“Are you sure?”

“Odd, please.”

“Odd it is.” Then Mr. Rick set the wheel spinning before setting the marble rolling.

“Dottie; it’s getting high in here!” Winifred had lost her footing. Now she was forced to tread water. That grate above her looked like it was getting closer.

The marble fell from the outer edge and bounced off the centerpiece. Then it rattled home in black number 6. Dorothy tipped her head back and let out a cry.

“Dottie, what happened??”

“I lost again!”

“BLOODY HELL, DON’T LET ME DROWN IN HERE!”

“THIS WHEEL HATES ME, WINNIE!”

“PLAY SOMETHING ELSE!”

“WHAT ELSE TO YOU WANT ME TO PLAY??”

“HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?”

“What else can I play?” Dorothy anxiously asked the Club co-owner.

He looked over at Monique who shrugged again. Then he thought about it for a couple seconds. I guess you could always try Blackjack. You try to get to 21 with cards without going over while trying to beat what I get.”

“Anything but this bloody wheel! I think it hates me!”

“Understood.”

He pulled out a deck of cards and shuffled them. From the tank they heard, “Dottie, hurryyyyyy!” Dorothy looked over to see her sister was not far from the top of the tank.

“How do I play?” she asked him.

“I deal two cards to each of us. You try to beat me. Three wins in a row sets your sister free and spares your life.”

“Let’s do it.”

He nodded as he dealt two cards to them both. The first one was face down while the second was face up. He showed a 6 of hearts while Dorothy showed a 9 of diamonds.

“Jacks, queens and kings are worth 10. Aces are either worth 1 or 11. It all adds up. If you think you can beat me then you stand on the cards you have. You see I have a 6 showing. If I have 16 I’ll have to draw another card. If I go over 21 you win. If you draw and go over 21 you lose.”

Dorothy checked her other card. It was the queen of spades. “I’ll stay,” she said hopefully.

Mr. Rick turned his bottom card over, the 4 of clubs. He took another card. It was the 10 of diamonds. “I have 20.” Then he asked what her card was.

Dorothy turned it over. “I only have 19. You mean I lost?” Mr. Rick nodded.

“DAW-TEEE????”

Dorothy looked over at the tank. Winifred was getting closer to the top, her legs kicking as her arms paddled. She found herself horrified as well as perversely aroused at her sister’s plight.

She rapidly turned back to the Club co-owner. “Can we play again?” He nodded before dealing out two more cards.

This time Dorothy had an 8 of hearts showing with a 6 of spades underneath. Mr. Rick showed the jack of clubs.

“I have to beat you?” Dorothy asked uncertainly.

“You have to guess what my bottom card might be. If you think you can’t beat it with what you have then you can ask for another card.”

“I’ll take another card, please.”

Mr. Rick dealt her the queen of clubs. Dorothy let out a wail. “I went over!” she gasped as she turned over her card.

“What rotten luck.”

“DAW-TEEEEEE??”

Dorothy panted for breath as she looked over at her sister. Her head was getting close to the top of the tank. She kept kicking and waving with her hands to keep herself up in the air pocket.

Dorothy couldn’t help noticing how erect her sister’s nipples had become. Hers were almost as hard just sitting there watching. Why was that? Was it because of seeing her sister about to drown? Or was it because of her own peril?

“Do you want to try again?” Mr. Rick asked kindly.

“HURRY UP!” Winifred gasped, whimpering as her air pocket diminished.

“Yes, please!” Dorothy gasped anxiously.

“You realize you are risking your life as well as your sister’s, right?”

“Yes – yes; I’ll play anyway!”

He nodded as he dealt two cards. Dorothy had a king of spades showing and a jack of hearts underneath. Mr. Rick was showing a 7 of diamonds.

“I’m good,” she panted hopefully. Mr. Rick turned his bottom card over. It was the 10 of spades.

“I have 20!” Dorothy declared as she turned her card over.

“Then you’ve won,” he told her as he reached under and put ten $100 bills in front of her. “Two more and I can free your sister.

“DOTTIE??”

Dorothy turned to see Winifred trying to brace herself near the top. Her head was starting to tip back a little. If only she could win two more.

“Let’s play again, Mr. Rick!” she blurted out.

“Certainly.” Then he dealt two more cards to them both. He was showing a 5 of hearts while she was showing the 4 of spades.

She had a 3 of hearts underneath and asked for another card. She got an 8 of spades, giving her fifteen. If he had an ace he would beat her.

She took another card. It was the 4 of diamonds. Dorothy stopped on 19.

Mr. Rick turned his card over. He had a 9 of clubs. He had 14 and was forced to take another card.

He turned over an 8 of diamonds and went over. He smiled as he gave Dorothy another ten $100 bills. She gasped hopefully.

“I won again!” she called to her sister. “One more and you’re home free!” Then she saw her sister’s desperate plight.

“Let’s play again!” she blurted out. “Hurry!”

The Club co-owner dealt two more cards to them both. Dorothy got the 7 of clubs and the 5 of diamonds. With Mr. Rick showing a queen of hearts she was forced to take another card.

She had 12 and drew the 3 of clubs. She wasn’t sure it would be enough and drew another. The next card was the 5 of clubs. She had 20 and wasn’t about to take another card.

“Twenty,” she panted hopefully. Mr. Rick turned over the ace of spades. “Twenty one,” he smiled sadly before once again removing all her winnings.

“NOOO!”

“DOTTIE, HELP ME!” Winifred was growing desperate. Was the water level rising again?

“The wheel!” Dorothy gasped in desperation. “Let’s go back to the wheel! Black, please!” Surely that damned color had to come up soon.

“As you wish.” Then he reached over and set the wheel in motion. The marble went rolling along the outer edge in the opposite direction.

Dorothy heard her sister whimpering over in the tank. “Hang on, Winnie!” she called over to her.

The poor thing had her head tipped back as she tried to breathe. But it looked like she was hanging on to the grate up at the top. It wouldn’t be much longer before the tank was full.

The marble fell from the outer edge. It bounced in and out of black number 2 before settling into black number 35. Dorothy let out a gasp of relief as once more the Club co-owner placed ten $100 bills in front of her.

“I did it, Winnie! Two more and you’re out!” Then she saw her sister with her mouth forced up against the grate up at the top. She had to win fast.

“Hang on, Winnie!” Then she told Mr. Rick, “Black, please. Hurry!”

“Very well.” Then he quickly set the wheel in motion before rolling the marble, knowing there was very little time left.

Dorothy anxiously watched the wheel. Then she turned to see Winifred struggling up at the grate. She frantically gasped, “Hold your breath, Winnie!”

The marble rolled down and bounced a little. Then it settled in black number 22. Mr. Rick smiled as he placed ten more $100 bills in front of her. “One more win and I’ll drain the tank and spare your sister.”

“You hear that, Winnie? One more…” Then Dorothy gasped when she saw Winifred fully submerged, her cheeks bulging as she hit the glass with the palms of her hands.

“HOLD YOUR BREATH, WINNIE! HOLD YOUR BREATH!” Then she turned to look at the roulette wheel.

What color – what color – what color?? She didn’t have much time to decide. Would it come up black three times in a row?

“Red please.” Mr. Rick nodded and then spun the wheel before setting the marble in motion. There was no time for questioning Dorothy’s decision as her sister in the tank could only hold her breath so long.

Dorothy turned to see her sister in the tank. Bubbles dribbled out of her nose as she beat on the glass with her palms. “HOLD YOUR BREATH, WINNIE! THE WHEEL IS SPINNING! HOLD IT A FEW SECONDS LONGER!”

Dorothy was anxious, afraid, aroused and excited. If the wheel didn’t come up red there would be no time to start over and try to make three wins in a row. Winnie wouldn’t be able to hold her breath that long.

The wheel slowed until the marble lost its momentum. It dropped in and bounced a couple times. Then it settled in black number 31.

Dorothy stared in disbelief as Mr. Rick sympathetically confiscated her winnings. She should have gone with her first instinct and chosen black. Now she and her sister had both lost.

She turned to Winifred with a look of shock and horror in her expression. Her sister looked at her and bubbled as she palmed the glass again. “Winnie?” Dorothy breathed in horror.

She saw a huge explosion of bubbles as her sister opened her mouth. Then she appeared to start gulping water. Her stomach rippled as her chest heaved, her breasts bouncing and wobbling. Dorothy let out a cry as she promptly wet herself, cumming shamefully.

Winifred hitched and jerked inside the tank, her mouth opening and closing. It was evident how much she was in agony over not being able to breathe. Her expression was one of horror as her body kept spasming and convulsing as though it might double over.

She gulped less and less, fewer bubbles leaking out through her gaping mouth as her lungs flooded. She floated there in place, her arms stretched upward as though she’d been reaching for a nonexistent air supply. Then they slowly lowered until they hung at her sides.

Winifred gently swayed inside the tank. A few stray bubbles slipped out of her gaping mouth. She had a look of shock on her face that softened until she stared with unseeing eyes.

“Winnie!” Dorothy breathed in horror. She had to choke back a sob. She’d lost all three of her sisters. But in the process she’d gambled her own life away as well.

“She drowned well; I’ll give her that much,” Mr. Rick observed with a smile. “I always did enjoy a good drowning with an attractive victim in the tank.” Then he smiled sadly at the last remaining sister.

“You gave it a good try, miss. But it seems you have gambled your life away, as well as the lives of your sisters. So I think I’ll execute you up on the Entertainment stage. After all, I think our clients deserve a good execution tonight.”

“Mr. Rick?” Dorothy stammered in horror. “You’re… you’re going to execute me??”

“Yes, miss. I believe you’ll look good hanging from our gallows. Now if you’ll undress, we can alert the Entertainment stage to your impending arrival. Monique, my dear. Would you please help the young lady out of her clothes?”

2019 (written Jan 10 ’19 by riwa)

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Candice takes herself out 4.3 (6)

Candice disconnected the call, feeling a mixture of anger, frustration and despair. That was the third bank she’d applied to for a loan… and the third bank to refuse her. Now it looked like she was going to lose the house.

Howard had left her several weeks ago for his new secretary. The bastard had taken all their money while leaving most of the debts behind. It felt like she was being buried under an avalanche of bills.

She put in a call to Mya, hoping her friend could help her out. Mya was sympathetic, although she proved to be unhelpful. It was another avenue that had just dead-ended.

She sighed as she struggled not to cry, looking out the kitchen window at her backyard pool. She wasn’t going to have it much longer. If she couldn’t make the payments on the house, the bank was going to foreclose. Somehow Howard had gotten out from underneath the loan, leaving her on the hook.

She went into her bedroom, fighting back tears as she changed into her one-piece swimsuit. It was the black one with the sheer fabric covered by crisscrossing lines. She liked how it felt on her… how it made her feel sexy. But this time it didn’t help.

She sighed as she went out the back door to the patio and the in-ground pool. She hated the thought of giving it up. She’d spent many hours swimming around in it, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness. Now all that was coming to an end.

She went down the steps into the shallow end. Then she submerged as she began to swim back and forth. The water felt comforting… almost reassuring.

Her thoughts turned inward and the struggles she was having. She tried to imagine herself getting through the dark days ahead. But she only saw the gloom of a despairing future.

Could she get another job somewhere? She was already working two… and it still wasn’t covering the bills. Her credit cards were starting to max out as she struggled to keep her head above water.

What would happen if she just disappeared? No doubt the bank and the credit card companies would come looking for her until they found her. It might take years to pay off her debts… maybe longer. Filing for bankruptcy seemed a temporary solution with long-term consequences.

She surfaced, got another breath, and then submerged to swim along the bottom. It occurred to her she could just open up her mouth and swallow water. That might take care of things. At least she wouldn’t be around to deal with the loss of her home.

She shook her head, telling herself that wasn’t the answer. Then she thought about it again. Drowning herself would certainly take her out of the equation. She wouldn’t have to worry about making the payments anymore.

She surfaced in the middle of the pool, standing up with her head out of water. She filled her lungs and then submerged. The water felt reassuring, almost as though it was calling out to her.

She told herself to just let herself go and open up her lungs. But she couldn’t make herself do it. Besides, she was already starting to float back up to the surface.

She stood up and gasped for breath. Then she filled her lungs before resuming her swim. That certainly was a stupid thing to consider: thinking about drowning herself.

But as she swam back and forth, she continued to consider the matter. She had some life insurance. That might be enough to pay off most of her debts. But could she go through with it?

She surfaced again, standing up in the shallow end. That’s when she caught sight of her pink weight belt lying near the edge of the pool. She often used it whenever she wanted to stay down on the bottom while holding her breath.

She shook her head as she swam around along the bottom of the pool. She remained submerged as she turned and swam back into deep water. Then she popped up for another breath, only to see the weight belt staring back at her.

She thought about it for a moment or two. Then she snatched it up. She filled her lungs and submerged, sinking all the way to the bottom of the deep end while wrapping it around her waist.

She launched herself off the bottom toward the shallow end, releasing bubbles out of her nose. She reached the steps and stood up. She looked at the belt wrapped around her waist and then looked at the pool and the rippling waves. It was almost as though it was calling out to her, telling her it would be so easy.

She submerged and then swam all the way into the deep end. Then she headed back to shallow water. She finally came to a halt and sat down against the edge near the middle of the pool.

She rested with her back against the wall. Then she slowly began releasing bubbles. She opened her mouth, allowing more air to escape while inviting the water to come invade her body.

Her lungs started to heave; her chest was on fire. At the last second she closed her mouth and shot up to the surface. She gasped wildly for breath, her heart beating fast.

She looked all around, but everything looked the same. She still had all those debts to pay off. Howard was gone; Mya didn’t want to help; and she had a job she didn’t like but was forced to hang onto for the time being. Her problems were still out there awaiting her attention.

Candice filled her lungs and then returned to the bottom. She sat down with her back against the wall. Maybe a little breathholding would make her feel better.

She listened quietly to the pool pump as she felt the cool water envelop her. It was so peaceful down here. But the problems up at the surface would still be there when she returned.

She heard a small voice in the back of her head urging her to open her mouth and give in… It’ll be easy, Candice. Just open up your lungs. It won’t take long. Besides, it’s so peaceful down here, right? Don’t you want to hang out here for the rest of your life?

She felt the growing strain as she continued to hold her breath. It started in her stomach, the gentle spasms migrating upward. The strain got worse as her chest began to heave.

Just open your mouth, Candice. Open your mouth and inhale. It won’t take long. Then all your worries will be over.

She felt the burn in her chest increase as the tears welled up in her eyes. She felt the urge to head for the surface. Her lungs were really hurting now.

She sat there forcing herself to hold her breath a couple seconds longer… and then a couple more seconds after that. She felt that growing urge to panic if she didn’t get a breath soon. Within moments her body was going to fight or take flight.

Candace opened her mouth, allowing herself to take a breath. Instantly her windpipe closed off. A moment later she began thrashing about, swallowing water as her mouth opened and closed.

She shot up to the surface, only for the weight belt to pull her right back down as she tried to take another breath. She got more water down her windpipe. Then she lost control of her motor functions as she settled back down onto the bottom, her chest heaving.

For a moment it hurt like hell. She couldn’t make her arms move. Then she had a moment of clarity…

It’s better this way. Now your troubles are over. And with that she hitched again, coughing out one last bubble before she settled against the wall of the pool.

Candice lay there staring lifelessly as though she didn’t have a care in the world. A couple of stray spasms made her muscles twitch. A single, solitary bubble slipped past her parted lips. Then consciousness faded away.

About that time her cell phone rang inside the house. It was her friend Leslie. She’d heard about her troubles and had talked to a friend she knew who worked at a credit union. She also thought she might have a line on a better paying job as well as a short-term loan.

The call went straight to voicemail.

(Written Mar 16 ’18 by riwa)

(Preview pics are from H2O’s Candice Takes Herself Out and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Hanging a defiant bitch 3.7 (3)

Jesse was a feisty one from the get-go. She was loud, obnoxious, and defiant. I had problems with her from the minute she entered the prison.

She took her anger out on me the most, although I have no idea why. Maybe she found out I was going to be her executioner. Every visit was an adventure with her.

Once she attacked me and knocked me to the floor. Another time she damn near strangled me to death. She was your basic pain-in-the-ass.

I put in a request to execute her special. Naturally I got permission. After all, word had gotten around of her attitude and her attacks on me. Everyone was sympathetic, including the warden.

On the day of her execution I showed up at her cell with a white cloth in my hand. I told her, “Ok, Jesse. Today’s the day you die. I get to do you special.”

“You bitch! You haven’t got the guts!” Then she tried to attack me again.

I anticipated her charge and deftly spun out of her way. I got her into a half nelson before applying the chloroformed cloth to her face. She panicked when she discovered what I had done.

“That’s right, bitch. Just breathe it in. If you’re lucky, you’ll never wake up.”

In moments she was out like a light. That’s when Mabel came into the cell with the items I’d requested. I’d made her wait out in the corridor, confident in my abilities to subdue the stupid bitch.

When Jesse awakened, she was just the way I wanted her: in a purple latex straightjacket. ‘Let’s see you get out of that, bitch!’ I thought proudly. I’d secured her, but it did nothing to deter that defiant attitude of hers…

“Knock me out and put me in a tight suit, did you? You fucking pervert! You can’t treat me like this! Let me loose so I can beat the shit out of you!”

“Shut up and get a move on,” I told her as I pushed her out the cell. “You can walk… or I can drag you by your hair. I’ll probably end up pulling it out by the roots, but today I really don’t give a fuck.”

“You wouldn’t dare – HEY!”

I grabbed a handful and started to pull her forward. “All right – all right; I was just kidding! Can’t you take a fucking joke? You bitches got no sense of humor!”

I took her outside, only to push her in a different direction. “Hey, where the hell are we going?”

“You’ll find out, Jesse.”

“I suppose you think you’re hot stuff putting me in latex while you’re wearing that black monkey outfit.”

“Don’t you ever know when to shut it?”

“C’mon, bitch; make me! I dare ya!”

She finally began to wriggle and squirm as though something wasn’t right. “Hey, what did you put inside me?”

“Inside what, Jesse?”

“Inside my cunt, asshole! What did you put inside my cunt?”

“You’re kidding, right? There’s no way in hell I would ever touch your cunt.” After all, I had left that to Mabel’s capable hands.

“What did you do to me?? What the hell did you shove in me?? I want to see the warden!”

We rounded the corner to an empty part of the grounds. There was a blank brick wall with a boarded up window they had left untouched because the room on the other side was closed off and not in use. But what caught her eye was the noose and the stool.

“Hey, what the hell is this?? What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like, Jesse?”

“You can’t do this to me! I want to see the warden! I want to see my lawyer!”

“Your lawyer quit two days ago because of your piss-poor attitude. And the warden gave me permission to spend some quality alone-time with you. After all, you WERE sentenced to hang to death, remember?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?? I have a right to see a lawyer! I have a right to see the warden!”

“No more rights, Jesse. Your time has run out.”

“You can’t fucking do this to me!”

“Up onto the stool Jesse.”

“Go to hell!”

“You can climb onto the stool or I can noose you and pull you up the hard way.”

“You ain’t got the balls – ok – ok; I’m going!”

I helped her up and then grabbed the noose. They’d made it nice and thick as per my request. I wanted Jesse to last a while.

“You bitch! You can’t do this to me! Besides, you ain’t got the fucking balls! I tell you I want to see the warden! I want to see a fucking lawyer! I’m tired of your ugly face, ok?”

“Tough shit,” I told her as I looped the noose around her neck. I snugged it up nice and tight before I worked to take most of the slack out of it. She was still trying to be defiant, but now her chest was heaving with fright. I’d finally penetrated that pea-sized brain of hers.

“Wait a minute, Toni! We can do a deal, ok? Let’s talk this over.”

“Nothing to talk about, Jesse.”

“I got money stashed away… from that job I pulled? You put off my hanging and I’ll tell you where I hid the loot.”

“Right now money means nothing to me, Jesse. What’s important right now is the pleasure of seeing you hang for a long time at the end of this noose the guys generously prepared for me.”

“Toni, you’re talking nonsense! Let’s discuss this like reasonable adults, ok?’

“You’re not reasonable, Jesse… and you sure as hell don’t know how to act like an adult.”

“Fuck you!” and she tried to spit on me.

I stepped out of the way and avoided it. Then I sized her up. She was really starting to gasp for breath.

“Just one thing more I want to see,” I told her as I reached into a pocket. I pulled out the remote and pointed it right at her. When I activated it, the results were dramatic.

Her eyes flew open as she stiffened in alarm. Then she started to gasp as she writhed like she had ants in her pants. “What… what did you d-do to me?”

“Mabel inserted a little something in your cunt for my enjoyment, Jesse. It’s just a vibrating egg. But it should make your dance most enjoyable.”

“G-go to h-hell!”

“You first.” Then I kicked the stool away.

She bounced as she dropped, dangling above the ground by about three inches. She tried to stretch her feet as she wriggled and writhed. Then she really started squirming as her legs began to fly.

It was incredible… sexy as hell. She rasped and gurgled as she put on one hell of a dance. The egg added an extra erotic dimension that I really appreciated.

I could tell by the look in her eyes how terrified she was. But she was still getting air. She grunted and gurgled as her legs flew every which way.

I knew she was getting sweaty under that latex. I knew it was adding to her pleasure and her suffering. I just stood there and admired her performance, getting all hot and bothered myself.

Her first orgasm was incredible; she threw her chest out as she humped the air. Then she settled down, gently swaying back and forth. But she could still breathe; it still hurt; and she still wanted to escape her torment.

She started kicking it up again, her desperation making her even livelier than before. “Don’t worry, Jesse. I know how much you hate everyone. The warden assures me you’ll hang out here all by yourself for the required two hours before they put you in a pine box. But I’m keeping the outfit. You’re going into the ground naked.”

She rasped and gurgled as she fought the noose and the constraints of her outfit. The egg buzzed deliciously inside her, adding that incredible eroticism to her dance. Then she thrust her chest out for me, humping the air as she fucked the noose again.

This time the coil wrung it right out of her. She hung limp, gently swaying back and forth. Drool spilled off her lips as her tongue protruded.

I walked up and caressed her all over. “So nice of you to dance for me, Jesse. You really aren’t such a bad person once you’ve been introduced to the noose.” Then I walked away and left her to hang there by herself until her heart stopped. Besides, I was horny, and I had a hot date with Mabel in a private room for the release I needed after such an enjoyable show…

© 2017 (written Oct 9 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by the manip by Toni.)

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Bucket of Air 3.3 (3)

A bonus story for a month with 31 days. A repost of a re-edited story.

Bucket of Air

“If you promise not to scream, I’ll remove the gag. If you cry out, I’ll just put a bullet in your brain and be done with you. Understand?”

Renee nodded fearfully. At least she’d get the taste of the cloth out of her mouth. The fact it was dark outside frightened her even more.

She stiffened in alarm when Nick shut the engine down. “We’re here,” he told Tony matter-of-factly. The cabin cruiser glided to a halt where it bobbed up and down in the warm waters of the gulf.

They weren’t that far offshore. They were stopped in a shallow spot near the marked channel between the islands that stretched along the tip of Florida, commonly referred to as the Keys. It was their dumping ground.

Renee whimpered fearfully. She was in deep shit and she knew it. They had found the briefcase with all the stolen files in her vehicle. From there it had been a simple matter to track her down and take her straight to the head of the crime family.

The Don had glanced briefly at the stolen files. Then he’d looked at his former secretary, sadly shaken his head and then declared her fate with two words… “Dump her!”

…and that was that. She’d been tried, convicted and sentenced to death in less than a minute.

From there it had been a simple matter of transferring her to the boat. Someone had gone to her house to fetch her pink bikini that she always wore at the Family pool parties. This was supposed to look like a nice little pleasure cruise out in the gulf.

“Please, Tony,” the red-haired woman begged as he brought a fifty pound concrete block to the back of the boat. It was hooked to a two-foot length of chain that ended in a shackle. As she begged for her life he calmly attached the free end to the terrified woman’s ankle.

Her heart pounded inside her chest. She was going to be dead in a matter of minutes. “Nick, I’ll do anything! I’ll make it up to you both! Please…!”

“Sorry babe,” he said with a shake of his head. “Orders are orders. You should have known better.” Then he turned on the big searchlight and pointed it down into the water. Anyone who saw it would simply think they were doing a little night fishing.

“Tony…?”

“You were a good secretary and a great lay, Renee. But you should never have betrayed The Family.”

“I’m sorry, Tony! God, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything to make it up to you!” Her voice cracked as she pleaded for her life.

“This is what you have to do to make it up to The Family, Renee. You know that. You, of all people, should know that. Now stand up.”

He picked up the weight and carried it to the opening in the side of the boat, forcing the woman to walk right behind him because of the short chain. She was sobbing now. “Please, Tony… oh gawd… I don’t wanna die… please!”

He tossed the block over the side. It jerked on Renee’s ankle, nearly pulling her into the water. He grabbed her just in time as she let out a yelp of terror.

“Nick! Please help me, Nick!”

“Can’t, Renee. You know I can’t.”

“Oh gawd… no…”

Tony smiled at her. “To show you what a good sport I am, I’m going to give you a couple of seconds to get a good breath if you want it. But you should just let it all out and drown. Otherwise you’ll only be prolonging the inevitable. Three… two…”

Renee gasped, blurting out “NO!” as she fearfully shook her head.

“…one… zero. Bye, Renee!” Then he pushed her off the boat.

She started to scream and then changed her mind to hold her breath. Every second of life was now precious to her. She splashed into the water where she sank right to the sandy bottom, pulled down by the block of concrete..

She instinctively began pulling for the surface with her arms. But it was getting nowhere. The weight held her firmly in place. Air bubbled out of her lips and nose as she reached down, trying to free herankle.

Up at the surface Tony looked down as the ship’s big spotlight illuminated her struggle. He watched as she she flailed for the surface. Then he smiled sadly as a few trickles of air came up from her position.

“It’s a crying shame,” he sighed with a shake of his head. “She was a great lay, too. Wish there was something more I could do for her.”

Nick reached under one of the seats and pulled out a pail. “You could always give her a bucket of air,” he chuckled.

“Very funny.”

“Why not, Tony?”

He smiled as he thought it over. Why not, indeed. So he took it from Nick’s outstretched hand, laid himself out on the floor of the vessel with his head and arms through the opening of the boat, turned the bucket over and then pushed it down into the water as far as he could.

She wasn’t very deep. Drowning them out here was to send a message whenever they were found. “One last present for you, babe,” he muttered as he pushed down on the pail. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

On the bottom of the ocean Renee’s heart was beating furiously in her chest. The surface was right there; it was so horrifying! She clawed with her arms, knowing she was never going to make it. But her body instinctively made the attempt nonetheless.

She felt her lungs begin to burn. They were still there; the light was shining down on her! Maybe they would change their minds and bring her back up. It was a vain hope considering she was chained to the cement block.

The light illuminated something being pushed down into the water. She felt a surge of hope despite all the evidence to the contrary. Someone was pushing something down toward her. Were they going to pull her back up?

Her heart sank when she saw that it was only a cleaning bucket turned upside down. Instinctively she reached up and grabbed for the handle. Then she tried to pull herself back up to the surface.

“She’s got it,” Tony chuckled. “Damn bitch looks hot in that bikini. I sure wish she would never have betrayed The Family.”

“What’s she doing with it?”

“Looks like she’s trying to pull herself up to the surface.”

Renee held onto the bucket with both hands as another burst of air burbled out past her lips. She tried to pull it down to her, but air trapped inside made it difficult. The weight attached to her ankle was just too much.

She bubbled as her lungs began to heave. She pulled the bucket lower. It occurred to her there was air inside. If only she could get her head up into it!

She strained to pull it down. It tipped, causing bubbles to escape. She struggled to pull it down until she just barely managed to get her head inside.

She inhaled, causing the water level to rise and cover her lips. Then she lost her grip. It shot up to the surface and tipped over before it filled with water and sank to the bottom.

In the boat Tony rose to his feet. “Did she get it?” Nick asked curiously.

“Yeah; she got it. She might have gotten a breath out of it. Why; you want it back? It’s on the bottom of the ocean now. She lost her grip.”

“Naw… she can keep it. Consider it my little present to her. I gave her the bucket and you gave her the air inside.”

“You’re cruel, Nick.”

“You gotta be if you’re gonna be in this business, man.”

—–

Renee held her breath as long as she could. But she was panicked, flailing hard for the surface. The light was right on her, illuminating her struggle.

She felt a convulsion in her chest as her lungs demanded oxygen. At the last moment she began to thrash about as her lungs heaved. Then she gulped water down her throat.

She coughed, snorted, inhaled again. Then she started swallowing water. Her body went into violent spasms as she hitched and gurgled.

She jerked and convulsed painfully, opening and closing her mouth in an effort to pull air into her lungs. Her arms flailed wildly, her unshackled leg kicking helplessly. She tipped her head back, coughing up water and bubbles.

Her struggles lessened as her oxygen-deprived body began to shut down. Her arms and leg waved feebly, her mouth opening and closing as she kept inhaling water. Then she settled down into little muscle spasms and convulsions.

Renee’s arms rose upward as though she was mimicking some great bird with its wings outstretched. She swayed gently in the ship’s spotlight from the current that flowed into the gulf. A few solitary bubbles slipped out through her open mouth.

The spotlight suddenly winked out. The boat engine came to life. A moment later Renee was alone in the dark among the fishes, her body losing buoyancy as she started to sink to the bottom still tethered to the cement block.

2006; 2018 (written Oct 28 ’06; ed. Dec 2 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the accompanying picture by ThralLord)

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