Water Babies Part II 4 (6)

Posted on May 18, 2019 by riwa

I know I’m in trouble the moment I feel feminine hands clasp handcuffs onto my wrists. Instinctively I start to struggle as I’m dragged backward. Then I hear metal clanking onto metal.

I try to pull my wrists away but they won’t come free. I feel around above me and discover I’ve been handcuffed to the bottom of the pool ladder. Unless someone gives me air, I could find myself in real trouble down here. It gives me an erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe.

It isn’t long before I hear the sound of people breathing from regulators. It sounds like there might be more than one hose down in the pool, although I’m not quite sure. Then I feel one being pressed against my lips.

I open my mouth to receive it, careful to clear it before I swallow water. I made that mistake during my last visit and it really sent me into a coughing fit. It turned out to be a lesson painfully learned.

I hear a regulator being purged nearby. A moment later I feel a flush of bubbles rush up my naked, quivering body. I moan into the reg in my mouth as I dry-hump the water in front of me.

A mouth grabs onto my left nipple and starts licking and sucking. Almost immediately I feel another mouth clamping onto my right nipple. I hear sexy moans from what sounds like a couple of females sucking on my tits, turning me on until I can hardly stand it.

Hands reach down to rub and caress my crotch. Normally I prefer male hands and the male anatomy down there. But there isn’t a damned thing I can do to stop it regardless of gender.

I feel more hands until I suspect a couple of the husbands have joined in. I hear the sound of breathing from a nearby regulator before someone jerks on the one in my mouth. I fill my lungs right before it’s pulled away. I’m forced to hold my breath until it’s returned.

I feel feminine lips kissing and licking my inner thighs. I moan and bubble as I mentally tell them “Just give me some damn cock, ok?” Whoever the female is, she just keeps right on kissing me.

She gets closer and closer to my quivering womanhood until I’m both concerned and aroused. I start humping, but I don’t know if it’s from a growing sexual excitement or because it’s my body’s desire to push her away. The way she’s getting closer to my pussy means I’m pretty certain she’s not going anywhere.

I’m self-conscious in my nudity as we reach the basement. We turn the corner and there it is. Amazingly I see an observation window looking out into the deep pool.

 Right away we all notice a naked woman has been handcuffed to the bottom of the ladder, ankle weights helping to keep her down as bubbles dribble out past her lips. Joyce and Irene are licking her nipples while Wilma is planting bubbly kisses close to her crotch. All of them are naked as well.

 I can’t see her face from the darkened dive mask. But I’m pretty sure it’s Nora. How the hell did they manage to get her like that down there??

 I stare in disbelief as voices around me observe how hot it is. I murmur something about not knowing until now my wife and her best friend are both bi. Sandra laughs as she stands right next to me with an arm around me.

 She tells me they already knew about Wilma. But they don’t know yet if Nora is bi. She purrs into my ear that we’re all going to find out soon enough.

 I watch as Nora humps Wilma’s mouth while her sexy best friend appears to lick her out. A regulator gets passed around. But Nora and Wilma are the last ones to get a breath. Wilma is having too much fun to stop licking. And Nora is forced to hold her breath while a tongue probes her intimate treasures.

 “Turned on?” Sandra purrs into my ear.

 “Hell yeah.”

 “Mind if I enjoy your cock?”

 “Go right ahead.”

 She turns me sideways so we can both watch. She kneels and takes me into her mouth. It’s a double erotic whammy getting my cock sucked by another woman while watching my wife get her cunt licked as she’s forced to hold her breath while being handcuffed at the bottom of the pool.

 Nora humps against Wilma’s tongue even harder. Then she cries out a froth of bubbles as her body shudders. I’d recognize that orgasm anywhere.

 A reg is stuffed back into her mouth. I see a flush of bubbles before she starts inhaling and exhaling. Wilma gets a reg for herself as Irene goes in and licks poor Nora’s pussy.

I’m embarrassed as hell the way a woman licked me and made me orgasm with her tongue. But it was incredibly erotic. I can’t fault anyone for doing it since the orgasm I had was deep and profound.

A regulator is returned to my mouth, and none too soon. Unfortunately I don’t get much of a rest as another tongue starts in on my pussy. I hump against what feels like a feminine face, moaning in lust while wondering if all these orgasms I’m about to endure are going to kill me.

Nearby I hear the grunts and moans of others. Are they watching what’s being done to me? Or are they simply fucking each other? Around here it’s hard to tell.

I suddenly remember the pool I’m in and the observation window nearby. Are the other couples watching? Have I now become the center of attention?

Where’s James during all this? What is he doing… or better yet: who is he fucking? Could he be watching from the other side of the observation window? Strangely the idea of him watching me gets me all steamed up.

I feel fingers spread my pussy, opening me wider. A moment later I feel a large phallus slowly being pushed inside. I moan in anguish, unsure if this is something I’m going to survive. Then I feel a warning tug on the regulator, causing me to take a huge breath before it’s snatched away. Gawd; I think I’m going to be fucked with a toy while being forced to hold my breath!

 I watch as sexy, naked Joyce begins fucking my wife with the phallus. She sucks on Nora’s clitty, thrusting slow and deep while Irene and Wilma fondle, kiss and caress her body. My cock twitches in Sandra’s mouth as I get turned on even more.

 Joyce becomes more aggressive with her thrusts as Nora humps the toy inside her. Sandra takes me deep as though knowing just how aroused all of this is making me. She’s sexy as hell kneeling naked as she sucks me like a pro.

 Joyce latches onto Nora’s clitty with her lips and really starts working it while she brutally fucks her with that toy. Nora’s head goes from side to side as she starts losing bubbles. Irene and Wilma tend to her nipples.

 Nora starts humping Joyce until I’m certain she’ll never be able to hold it back. Seeing my wife about to cum is too much for me. I gasp a quick warning… “I’m gonna cum, Sandra!” In response she takes me deep into her mouth.

 Nora screams her breath away in a froth of bubbles as she shudders hard. Now it looks like Joyce might be cumming too as she fucks her with that toy. I can’t stop myself from pumping a load inside Sandra’s sexy mouth.

 When I’m finished cumming, Sandra takes me out of her mouth and smiles wickedly. I’m embarrassed as I stammer, “I’m sorry – I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I tried to warn you.”

 “You did warn me, baby. And I got a tasty mouthful of cum. Now I want to ask if you want to go for a swim with me… maybe enjoy a hot fuck in the water while watching your wife?”

 “Gawd, that would be so hot!”

 Sandra stands up, takes my hand and leads me out of the basement. I notice Laura and Gene are the only ones left behind. They’re furiously fucking each other while looking out the observation window. The others have long gone.

 We go upstairs to the edge of the large pool. I look down to see Nora still handcuffed to the bottom of the pool ladder. She’s sucking on a reg in her mouth, but it looks like she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

 Sandra gives me a crash course on using the regulator so as not to drown myself. I take a dive mask and pull it down over my face just to be on the safe side. Then with her by my side – and me now wearing a couple of ankle weights – the two of us jump into the water buck naked.

I get the regulator again and suck down a huge lungful of air. Holding my breath while getting fucked with that toy was more arousing than I thought it would be. I’m pretty sure it was one of the other women who did it to me.

Hands caress my body as I hear the sound of regulators bubbling. This bondage thing caught me totally by surprise. I have to wonder if this was Wilma’s doing. She’s always believed I’ve carried on this feud with James for far too long.

I suppose she might have a point. I just don’t think she understands how pissed off I am with him right now. Strange how I can’t remember what we were originally fighting about. Maybe she thinks I have this bondage treatment coming.

I start to calm down as I get my breath back. Then I hear more people in the water. I try to peer in the direction of the grunts and bubbles. But the blackened dive mask frustrates my vision. I have no idea how many hoses might be strung down into the water.

I feel another erotic jolt as more hands start pawing me again. I groan weakly; gawd, not again?? They’re going to kill me with pleasure down here!

I feel mouths on my nipples, and I shiver with wildly erotic tingles. Hands reach down to rub my crotch, making me wriggle and moan like crazy. I start to breathe deeply, afraid the damned regulator is about to be taken away again.

 Sandra and I move around the bottom, touching and grabbing and pawing each other as I breathe from the hose. A glance over at Nora reveals Wilma and Ford are now pawing her while sucking on her nipples. It’s strange the way seeing them do that to her is such a turn-on.

 I see Melvin Levinson licking Laura Williams out underwater, blowing bubbles into her pussy as she breathes from a hose. I point them out to Sandra and then motion… “Can I do that to you?” I figure it’s probably ok. But it’s always better to check first.

 She nods eagerly as sexy bubbles come out of her mouth. I give her the reg and then position her horizontally on her stomach. That way she can float in place while facing Nora at the ladder.

 She spreads her legs for me as I begin mouthing and licking her, the dive mask interfering a little. She moans and bubbles as I use my tongue on her. Then Donna Riley swims over and begins caressing her boobs.

 Over at the ladder Nora is humping like crazy. Irene Giddings joins Ford and Wilma by going between my wife’s legs and licking her out again. I can’t believe how turned on I am.

 I’m at the bottom of the pool in the middle of an underwater orgy. All these naked people around me are incredibly sexy. Bodies writhe as I hear moans while witnessing lots of bubbles.

 Sandra hands the regulator to Donna who takes it and refills her lungs. Donna ends up on her back underneath her in a 69. Then she reaches down, grabs for my cock and tugs on it.

 Sandra licks Donna as I lick Sandra. The three of us have made our own sexy triangle, moaning and bubbling. It is a fantasy I never thought possible.

 Donna removes the reg and hands it to me. I take it from her and put it between my lips, catching my breath while fingering Sandra. Donna tips her head back and takes my cock into her mouth while she’s upside down being licked out by Sandra.

 I moan as I inhale deeply. There’s a woman with her head tipped back sucking my cock, floating directly underneath the one I’m pushing my fingers into. Then I look up to see Ford pushing his cock into my wife who is still secured to the bottom of the pool ladder.

 The reg is pulled out of Nora’s mouth, causing her to spew bubbles. Then he starts giving her a nice leisurely fuck. My cock twitches in Donna’s mouth as I stare in erotic disbelief at my wife getting fucked underwater by her best friend’s husband.

The pleasure is just not letting up, not that I want it too. I’ve got mouths sucking on each nipple while another female is licking me out again. At this rate I’m starting to wonder if I might be a little bisexual with all these females licking my pussy.

The mouth leaves my cunt, and I get a breather. But it doesn’t last long. A moment later I feel a cock slowly pushing its way inside me.

The regulator is taken away as I moan and bubble. I see I’m going to have to endure this on one breath. Then whoever is fucking me moans into what sounds like a reg in his mouth as he starts to thrust.

Who’s fucking me right now? Is it Ford? It kinda feels like Ford. Am I getting fucked by Wilma’s husband? Is she down here watching him fuck me??

More bubbles trickle out of my mouth as I shake my head from side to side. It feels so incredibly good! It occurs to me I could drown down here if I’m not careful. But at this rate I don’t think I would care that much since I would probably orgasm my way into oblivion.

 Donna alternates between sucking my cock and rising up to lick out Sandra in their 69. It’s arousing as hell. And seeing Nora getting fucked by Wilma’s husband is more of a turn-on than I thought it would be, especially since it’s happening underwater.

 He takes his time with my wife as I pass the reg off to Sandra. Donna really licks her out before reaching for my cock. She tips her head back and takes it deep down her throat as bubbles trickle out of her nose.

 She groans as bubbles come out around my dick in her mouth. It’s super sexy. Then Sandra passes the reg off to Donna before separating herself and heading for the surface.

 I let Donna suck on the regulator as I turn her around like I did to Sandra. I want to lick her pussy. I also decide to risk ditching the dive mask before diving in and eating her out.

 She drifts horizontally on her stomach just like Sandra did. She watches Ford fuck my wife as I keep her from floating upward. She moans and bubbles, her legs parted as I tongue her sweet muff.

 Sandra returns and takes the reg from her. Then she pulls Donna’s face down into her muff. Donna moans as she eats her out, sexy bubbles coming out of Sandra’s pussy as I continue my feast on Donna.

 Sandra moans into the regulator as she humps against Donna’s probing tongue. I give Donna the licking of her life, enjoying the way her moans increase until she finally goes off on me. Sandra gives her back the reg to help her catch her breath.

 They moan together before they turn around and approach me. This time I get the reg to catch my breath. That’s when they take turns on my cock as I suck on the regulator.

 Amazingly I’ve got two women blowing me underwater. And my wife Nora is getting fucked underwater by her best friend’s husband. Is it possible I’m dreaming?

 Both sexy women turn and face Nora and the ladder, Sandra on the bottom and Donna lying on top. Sandra reaches back for my cock and tries to impale herself on it. Since the invitation is open, I accept by pushing into Sandra’s pussy as Donna reaches down under her sexy partner and starts groping her tits.

It’s incredibly arousing getting fucked while being attached to the bottom of this ladder. I can’t go anywhere; I just have to accept it and let it happen. Since the ankle weights are keeping me from floating upward I’m virtually helpless to stop anyone from coming over to enjoy groping and pawing me.

Without the reg in my mouth, I’m forced to hold my breath. That makes it even hotter. I guess it’s true that a little asphyxia adds to the experience of getting fucked, especially being forced to hold my breath underwater.

I can sense other activity going on around me. But it’s hard to make out what’s being done to whom. Besides, I’m more focused on feeling a cock thrusting in and out of me at the bottom of the pool.

I hear exhalations from regulators as well as the occasional grunt or moan. Maybe I’m not the only one having fun down here. But how many other couples are involved?

Are they fucking each other while watching me? Is there an orgy going on I’m not aware due to this blackened dive mask? Sometimes I wish I could see what’s going on. But not being able to see and being helpless down here seems to have heightened my other senses.

It’s the craziest thing. I slide my cock into Sandra on the bottom and thrust into her for a bit. Then I pull out and slide my cock into Donna who’s right on top of her. The two sexy, naked ladies moan their enthusiasm as we all watch my wife getting fucked.

 We make sure to pass the regulator around between the three of us. There are other couples in the water using other hoses. But we’re focused on our own pleasure. So the three of us settle into a rhythm as we watch my wife get shafted while we’re all getting the air we need.

 Donna reaches down around Sandra’s body and gropes her boobs as I fuck her hard. She cries out and bubbles as Sandra sucks on the reg. Then Sandra hands me the regulator.

 I place it between my lips before I pull my cock out of Donna and push it into Sandra’s pussy. Nearby I see Melvin Levinson fucking the shit out of Laura Williams. She grunts and moans into the reg in her mouth as she gasps, “Fuck me – fuck me – FUCK ME!”

 She cries out as she appears to stiffen. Then she appears to experience an incredible orgasm. Seeing her cum underwater nearly sets me off.

 I look over to see Ford fucking Nora harder and faster. She starts to moan and bubble just how much she wants it. He sucks hard on the reg as he holds on tight to her hips and really gives it to her good.

 Somewhere nearby I hear someone begging to be fucked underwater. That’s when my lover picks up the pace. It feels so good that I feel deliciously helpless as he thrusts into me… helpless, yet incredibly turned on.

By now I’m pretty sure there are others in the pool. But being fucked while holding my breath feels so good that my senses start to tunnel inward. Now I only want to focus on what is being done to me.

I’m not sure, but it feels like it might be Ford. I grunt and bubble as he fucks me harder. Then it starts to swell within me.

My pussy tries to suck him deeper inside me. I feel like I’m running out of breath as my lungs begin to heave in warning. But that just makes me want him to fuck me even harder.

I become dizzy and disoriented, aware of nothing but my aching lungs and this cock ruthlessly pounding me. It swells within me until I can no longer hold it back. Then it explodes with a violent eruption as my pussy clamps on tight to the cock thrusting hard inside me.

Nora starts to go nuts as Ford fucks her good and hard. It looks like he’s going to make her cum. It’s such an incredible turn-on that I really start pounding Donna with my cock as I gasp into the regulator.

 She cries out a bubbly “FUCK ME, BABY; FUCK ME!” Then Nora goes off as Ford thrusts good and hard inside her. Donna goes off a couple seconds later with a flush of bubbles as her pussy squeezes tightly around my cock.

 Sandra moans lustfully underneath Donna as she watches my wife orgasm. Nearby it looks like Laura won’t be much longer. Then Donna taps me, so I pull the reg out of my mouth and give it to her.

 When I pull out of her pussy, Sandra turns around and sees I’m no longer fucking Donna. She takes me into her mouth, hungrily sucking my cock. I can’t believe she’s tasting my cream mixed with the taste of the pussy I just pulled out of.

 When I look over at Nora I see she’s acting kind of funny. Wanda comes down with the keys and quickly frees her from the cuffs. Then she, Irene and Ford haul her up to the surface. Sandra finishes sucking me dry before the three of us head for the surface well.

 I’m not really sure what happened. One moment I was cumming hard. The next, I think I sort of lost it. I came so hard I think I passed out.

When I start to come back around I find myself being hauled up to the surface. My head comes up out of the water and I take a very weak breath. I’m helped out of the pool where I’m stretched out onto the ground.

I hear one female voice declare, “Fuck; that was awesome.” Another pants, “Gawd, did you see her cum down there?? That must have been a big one!” Then I think I sort of pass out again.

I’m vaguely aware of being carried in someone’s arms as another dries me off a little. I think it’s James, but I’m so out of it that I can’t be sure. I reel from orgasmic aftershocks as I seem to go in and out of consciousness.

Donna leads me into the building and down a hallway. Nora is in my arms, her eyes glazed over. She gasps and moans, so I know she’s not dead. Then I hear a soft murmur of “Oh gawd” as she shudders again.

 We’re escorted into a guest room where she tells us to rest and relax for as long as we want. She says supper will be ready in a couple of hours or so if we’re hungry. But we don’t have to leave the room if we’re tired.

 I thank her as she closes the door behind her. Then I lay Nora out on the bed. She moans again as her eyes open and settle on me.

 She smiles a little as she murmurs, “How are you?”

 “I’m ok, Nora. How are you?”

 “I’m tired. No, I’m exhausted actually. That was… incredible.”

 I’m tired as well, so I decide to climb in and lie down next to her. Her arm comes over me as she turns and snuggles against me, sighing contentedly. A few minutes later we’re both fast asleep. I don’t even remember the reason we were fighting…

 © 2017 (written Oct 23 ’17 by riwa)

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Nancy – Famous at the End 3.7 (6)

Posted on May 12, 2019 by riwa

Nancy – Famous at the End

I knew I wasn’t her only lover. Last I heard she had quite the stable of stallions. I think I was fourth or fifth on the list.

There was one thing I did that apparently none of the others did with her. I fucked her underwater. I may have been lacking in some skills at the surface. But what I lacked I apparently made up for at the bottom of a pool.

We got to the point where we often reached three minutes while going at it all hot and heavy. On a good day we reached four, culminating in a very visible, bubbly orgasm on Nancy’s part. That must have been what kept her coming back to me.

She told me about some of her other lovers as she didn’t care whether I knew about them or not. She couldn’t stand jealousy, and we all knew our place in her world. I guess we just accepted it by never pushing any feelings onto her.

Every one of us seemed to push the right buttons when it came to sexually doing something special for her. But she kept coming back to me because of her love of fucking underwater. She said she loved the thrill of aching lungs, the danger of drowning, and the intensity of her orgasms.

One day while we were having drinks on my patio she told me she was bored. The sex was great, but she didn’t think there was more to life for her. Her only purpose seemed to be serving as the town whore.

I tried to convince her otherwise, but she was having none of it. She told me she wanted to go out in a blaze of glory. And she couldn’t think of a better way than drowning at the bottom of a pool with my cock going off inside her.

Again I tried to get her to rethink her perspective on life. But she told me it had been this way for quite a while. Every new lover she picked up was good for the moment. But in the end all she felt like was a piece of meat.

I told her I respectfully disagreed. But she seemed adamant. What flattered me was the way she wanted to go out with my cock inside her.

She told me she’d been thinking about that show “Famous at the End”. She thought that might be the best way of doing it. That way she felt like she would be making a lasting contribution to society by showing folks how to go out in a sexually erotic manner.

I tried one last time to talk her out of it. But she told me if I didn’t want to help her then she would go find someone who would. The only reason she wanted me in the first place was because of how long I could hold my breath.

I told her that would be the last time I would try to talk her out of it. She knew how I felt, so that was that. But if she wanted to be on that show, I would do my best to make her experience a memorable one. She seemed to appreciate my saying that, and I think it endeared her to me even more.

We contacted the show and she explained to them what she wanted to do. I let her do all the talking. They seemed agreeable and were willing to set it all up.

I’d already told her my pool was at her disposal. She said she couldn’t think of a better place to go out that by experiencing a final orgasm at the bottom of my pool. So the show sent over a nice couple who were supposed to be pretty good at filming underwater scenes.

Again, I let Nancy do all the talking. This was her gig, so I let her set everything up. She laid out what she wanted to film. They were agreeable, telling her they would be able to edit out material for a later episode.

She asked us if we were all ready to go. They had their cameras prepared as she told them she was super excited to film this episode to be famous at the end. Then she asked me if I was ready to drown her while I was fucking her.

I told her a part of me was sad she was going through with this. But I also told her a part of me was excited at the idea of fuck-drowning such a sexy young woman. Her eyes flashed excitedly at the thought I was really going to enjoy pumping a load into her as she drowned.

We started by filming her greeting me at my front door. She kissed me before asking if I was ready to drown her. I told her I was really turned on at the idea of fucking her in my backyard pool while I was drowning her.

We went straight through my house to the backyard. She stripped out of her clothes in front of the cameras. She ended up in this sexy, light pink thong bikini that barely covered anything.

We got into the water with me in my trunks. Our two person film crew got into the water with us, dutifully recording everything. The more I thought about what was going to happen, the more aroused I became. That only turned Nancy on even more seeing my bulge in the water.

After a while she freed my cock from my suit and started blowing me underwater. She stayed under for a long time, giving them a lot of great footage as I removed her bikini. She really took her time with my dick, making it look sexy as hell teasing the shit out of me while getting me all worked up.

We finally got around to the main event. She sat in my lap impaled on my throbbing shaft. Then we fucked at the bottom of the deep end of my pool.

Sexy bubbles leaked out of our mouths as we focused on each other, doing our best to ignore the cameras. We groped and pawed each other, grunting and groaning to let the future viewing audience know we were really into it. It was erotic as hell.

We shifted into the cowgirl position for a while. Nancy eagerly rode me, groping her tits while releasing nose bubbles as she straddled me. I was aware of those two cameras moving around us, and I knew they were getting great footage.

After a couple of sessions of cowgirl, I entered her from behind. I fucked her good and hard as she reached back to finger herself while groping her boobs. One camera moved in front to catch the look of bliss on her face while the other took a side view.

Nancy really groaned as I pumped her. She kept bubbling, “FUCK ME – FUCK ME!” It was incredibly erotic, especially when she bubbled, “OH FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” as she experienced her first breathless orgasm.

We shifted positions again so I could fuck her sideways. I split her legs apart and really plowed her as the cameras got a front view and side view. She kept begging me to fuck her harder, crying out and bubbling like crazy. She experienced a second orgasm during our third time down doing that breath-hold side fuck.

We finally got into the position she wanted most: me on top with her flat on her back. She wanted to record two scenes like that. The first one was to get ready for the grand finale. The second one would be to hold her breath for as long as she could until her lungs gave out.

She grunted and groaned, bubbling for me to keep fucking her. It was extremely hard holding back my release. But our many sessions together had taught me to be considerate of her needs. So I was able to hold off.

She was finally ready for me. She took her last breath up at the surface. Then we went to the bottom.

“Fuck me – fuck me – DROWN ME!” She was really excited about it. I decided I was going to stay down with her all the way to the end.

She grunted and groaned as I pumped her hard. I could see it in her eyes: she was ready to cum. It was a little early for her, but maybe she was being considerate of how long I could hold my breath.

She bubbled, “FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” as she screamed her breath away. Then I think she deliberately opened her lungs up. Her eyes flashed in surprise as she got water down her windpipe.

I had to hold her down, so I grabbed her neck and pinned her to the bottom. She grunted and gurgled as she fought me. I’d warned her about the panic and the thrashing about. But she’d told me when the time came to just go right ahead and drown her by keeping her down.

She was right in the middle of drowning when her pussy squeezed the cum right out of me. She could feel me filling her with my cream. Then she smiled as she shuddered one last time in orgasm before closing her eyes.

I kept pumping her as I pushed into her stomach, forcing the air out of her lungs. She coughed up a couple of solitary bubbles. Then she lay limp as I kept thrusting in and out of her, a look of bliss on her lips.

I slowly pulled out so the cameras could catch all that cream seeping out of her I’d pumped into her. I caressed her mounds before leaning in for one last kiss. Then I headed for the surface.

The cameras stayed down, filming her corpse from every angle. I was invited to come back down one last time. So I swam down to fondle and caress her sexy, naked body before I finally surfaced.

It’s too bad she never knew her drowning turned out to be one of their most highly rated episodes for Famous at the End…

(Feb 18 ’18)

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Two lethal sisters 4.4 (8)

Posted on May 12, 2019 by riwa

Two lethal sisters

(inspired by the picture)

The two sisters had done everything together – sharing a guy in a threesome, sharing another woman, making out with each other, attending a swinger’s party. But there was one thing they hadn’t tried before.

Leila told Keiko she wondered what it would be like to take the life of another. Her sister admitted she too had been thinking about that very same thing for some time. So they spent some time discussing how they would do it.

They lived outside the city, so disposing of the body would not be a problem. But how would they snuff this person? And who would they choose?

They ultimately decided a female would be safer to begin with. They could lure her to their place for any one of a number of reason: sex, money, drugs, whatever it took. Besides, they suspected a female might be a little more trusting.

The second question they had was how to do it. Would they shoot her; stab her; hang her; drown her? There were plenty of options to consider. That’s when Leila suggested they do it during a sexual act… perhaps strangling a woman while fucking her. Keiko instantly loved the idea.

The first thing they did was go into town at night trolling for a suitable subject. At first they considered picking up some woman off the street. But they wanted to have fun with her and they weren’t sure some drugged up hooker would give them the high they craved. They wanted someone different.

They found themselves in a Tampa bar checking out the nightlife, wondering if there might be someone in here they could take home. That’s when they caught the eye of what looked like an attractive MILF with large boobs. She soon came over to their booth and asked if she could join them, even going so far as to offer to buy them a drink.

She said her name was Terrie. Then she asked them what they were doing there. Leila decided to cut to the chase by telling her they were out trolling for some sexy bitch to take back home to fuck.

At first Keiko was angry her sister had been so blunt. To her immense surprise Terrie told them she was interested. They said they lived out of town, but Terrie was welcome to spend the night with them. They could bring her back the next day if she wished. Terrie bought it hook, line and sinker.

That night they found out just how hot of a fuck Terrie was. They also found out she enjoyed asphyxia games during sex. At one point she appeared to make a dangerous move on Keiko by strangling her, only for Leila to choke her out at the last minute. The unconscious bitch soaked them with her juices from a mammoth orgasm.

While she was out they both agreed this was the one they wanted. But Leila suggested they do it the next morning out on their deck. They could tell Terrie how much they loved fucking outside in the nude in the warm morning air. She would probably buy it and want to take part.

When she awakened they fucked her all night long until thoroughly exhausting her. It was a hell of a lot of fun for them as well. But they couldn’t wait until the next day to snuff the sexy bitch.

Terrie woke up the next morning horny as hell and ready to fuck again. So they wasted no time taking her outside onto their deck. That’s when showed her the shackles they had in place for some domination games.

Terrie said she was game, suggesting one of them could try them while she enjoyed doing all the fucking. But when she saw them both putting on strap-ons, she knew what they had in mind. She decided it would be so hot being fucked by these two bitches first. Then she would decide when to make her move to strangle first the one and then the other.

They locked her into the shackles and started in on her, fucking her in both ends. Keiko fucked her cunt while Leila gave her a good skull-fucking. Terrie loved it and ended up cumming a couple of times while she was kneeling. Then they switched.

“My sister wants to have your ass now, you sexy bitch,” Keiko told her, squeezing her throat as Leila thrust her strap-on up Terrie’s butt. “I think we’re going to enjoy this every bit as much as you are.”

Leila thrust harder as Keiko choked Terrie out. But their crazy victim seemed to like it. She shuddered hard, experiencing a monster orgasm the harder Keiko choked her.

While Terrie was recovering from her orgasm, the two sisters tossed a coin. “I win,” Leila gasped excitedly.

But when Terrie asked her what she’d won, the sister smiled knowingly at her as she told her, “Oh, you’ll find out.”

Keiko got behind her to fuck her pussy as Leila got in front of her. At first she made Terrie deep-throat her cock until the sexy bitch could hardly breathe. “You going to do it that way?” Keiko asked aloud.

“No, I want to use the hands-on approach.” And with that Leila pulled her strap-on out of Terrie’s mouth before wrapping her hands around the stupid slut’s throat.

“You love erotic asphyxia, baby?” she cooed at her. “Let’s see what you got.” Then she began to squeeze her neck as her sister started fucking the shit out of her cunt.

Terrie’s eyes rolled as she rasped and gurgled. The harder Leila squeezed, the more excited their victim seemed to become. With a confirming nod from her sister, Leila squeezed even harder.

Terrie began to buck and shudder as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Then she was cumming and cumming. But Leila’s grip tightened until she couldn’t breathe anymore.

Her body reacted as she really started fucking the strap-on being shoved up her cunt. Her eyes rolled again as she started to orgasm. Then she went limp in Leila’s grasp as the deadly sister kept up her lethal grip.

“Fuck; is she still cumming?” Keiko asked.

“I think so. Fuck the bitch harder!”

“But she’s dead! Didn’t she realize we were killing her?”

“I guess not, the stupid whore! So let’s have a little necro fun with her, ok? We should have added that to our discussion the other day.”

“You’re right of course!” And with that Keiko thrust good and hard up Terrie’s cunt with her strap-on. For good measure Leila thrust hers into Terrie’s mouth as the two deadly sisters impaled her in both ends.

Terrie’s corpse suddenly shuddered again. “Isn’t she dead?” Keiko asked in surprise. “Didn’t you choke her to death?”

Leila put a couple fingers to her neck and checked for a pulse. “Dead as a doornail, sis. This bitch has got no life left in her.”

“So why the hell is she cumming?”

“Damned if I know. Let me try that end!”

They switched ends so Leila could fuck her cunt while Keiko pushed her strap-on down the dead woman’s throat. They fucked her hard until the body seemed to shudder once more. “Damn, this corpse just orgasmed again!” Leila gasped excitedly.

“Got to be some reflex action, sis! Try her ass! I’ve got this toy buried down her fucking throat, so I know she can’t be breathing or anything!”

Leila pulled out of Terrie’s cunt before shoving the wet dildo up the dead woman’s ass. Then she started fucking her hard as Keiko began pinching and twisting dead, erect nipples. Terrie’s body spasmed again.

“Well I’ll be damned! This bitch did it again!”

“Maybe it’s because you pinched her nipples.”

“Maybe. Let’s switch ends again!”

The sisters switched, allowing Keiko to fuck both holes as Leila rammed her strap-on down Terrie’s dead throat while enjoying molesting her tits. Amazingly, Terrie’s body spasmed yet again. “Damn!” she gasped. “This bitch is hot even in death!”

“I just came from fucking her dead ass while she was shuddering!” Keiko gasped.

They fucked the corpse for a couple of hours. Terrie finally stopped responding. But it did not prevent them from enjoying her holes a little while longer.

When they were through enjoying her corpse, they loaded her naked body onto one of their two all-terrain vehicles. They drove out naked on the back of their property to a swamp five miles away. There they tossed the dead body into the water. Not a minute later their favorite inhabitant of the swamp came up, grabbed the body with its huge jaws and hauled Terrie away.

“Looks like Wally wants to play with her before he makes a meal out of her,” Keiko observed with a smile.

“Glad we could be of help, Wally!” Leila called out with a smile and a wave. “Maybe if you’re good we’ll bring back another sexy bitch for you to play with!” Then the two lethal sisters drove their ATVs back to the house to begin considering their next victim…

(Jun 20 ’18)

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The Peace Treaty 10 3 (2)

Posted on May 9, 2019 by riwa

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.)

 

10 Back to the Firing Range

It turns into a long, lingering bubble bath, some much-needed private time. Images of the previous executions of the day flash through my mind. I am filled with grief, but I also tremble from the disturbingly erotic memories.

I deliberately finger myself, hoping to flush out those disgraceful stirrings. I even slip my head below the surface of the water, holding my breath in the bath while imagining how my poor sister must have suffered on that tidal stake. Then I climax in a burst of bubbles before rising up and gasping madly for breath.

I am hopeful it is out of my system as I dry myself off and then get dressed. Gabrielle is nowhere to be found. So I take the time to go for a long walk.

No matter where I go I cannot escape the purpose of this island. Every now and then I hear the faint sound of an occasional execution. This place has become both disturbing and yet compelling.

I wander down by the tidal stakes where I witness a young woman in a one-piece swimsuit being bound to a post. Her back is to me as she looks out at the open ocean. Strangely her executioner leaves her to stand alone.

I observe from afar how the water is only up to her knees. She has a long way to go, and I shake my head in wonderment. But as I think of my drowned younger sister I feel those shameful stirrings return as I imagine what that young woman will soon be facing.

Off in the distance I hear the sound of sporadic rifle fire. Someone is improving their accuracy… or perhaps preparing for an execution. I shudder as I remember brave Fornay, our town mayor.

I wander back toward the hotel, only to discover a topless young woman kneeling on the scaffold. When I draw closer I discover to my astonishment she is blowing her executioner. A couple steps closer allows me to see his discharge on her face as well as inside her mouth.

He helps her to her feet where I discover her knees and ankles have already been strapped together. She is attired in nothing but a flimsy skirt, one that will billow lewdly when she is dropped. Her breasts jut out proudly.

The stirrings return with a vengeance as I pause to watch him noose her up. He fondles her mounds and then reaches under her skirt, no doubt fingering her as I did earlier to that brave Bakir. Then he steps away and grabs the lever. I am unable to look away, watching hypnotically as…

THWAP! CRACK!

 Her skirt billows as she plummets, her neck breaking in an instant. He quickly descends the steps as her body twitches and jerks against the noose, swaying back and forth. Then he walks over and stands beside her dangling body, caressing her naked flesh and groping her breasts again.

He finally walks away, appearing quite satisfied. But the execution has left me breathless and trembling again. Why am I thus affected?

I see a familiar figure rush toward me. “There you are, little one!” my handmaiden responds breathlessly. “Where have you been? I have been looking all over for you!”

I start to reply but she quickly grabs my arm. “No matter,” she says hurriedly. “We must go.”

“Go where?” I ask.

I see a pained look in her eyes. But she does not say where. She simply repeats, “We must go!” before leading me away from the hotel.

I get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my gut as we head off toward the firing range. “Gabrielle?” I ask nervously. But she is maddeningly silent.

When we crest the ridge I see Prince Osman with a rifle in his hands and a smirk upon his lips. I also see my parents. They are all dressed up in their finest as though they are about to go out for the evening.

My eyes widen in horror as a lump forms in my throat. I pull away from Gabrielle and rush forward. “Mother? Father? What is this??”

There is sadness in her eyes as she receives me into her arms. My father solemnly hugs me as well. “We love you very much, little one,” he tells me with tenderness.

My world suddenly comes crashing down as realization sets in. I let out a wail of grief, sobbing as I hug them both. Through my tears I see an instructor approach with my rifle. Then I turn to see the Prince standing there. Surprisingly the smirk is gone.

“We accept the words of the council, little one,” my father tells me solemnly. “We regret the burden this places upon you. We are prepared to go out in our finest if that is what is required of us.”

“Do not worry about us, little one,” my mother adds kindly as she strokes my hair. “Our only regret is that we will not be there tomorrow to see you during the wedding ceremony. This peace process has affected everything, even something as beautiful as your wedding. I am so sorry we will miss it.”

My body is wracked with sobs. My father asks the instructor for a few more minutes so I can compose myself. The man is understanding and nods his consent.

Through my tears I see that filthy Prince Osman’s best man approach with an older couple in tow. They are also dressed in their finest. The Prince appears alarmed.

“What is this, Dunstan? Why have you brought mother and father here? Are they to watch the proceedings?”

“No, son,” his father tells him solemnly. “The council has sent us.” His mother has tears in her eyes.

Instantly I am suspicious. The Bakir have been deceiving us this whole time and I sense a trick. But the Prince’s reaction indicates otherwise.

“Mother… father… NO! They cannot DO this! Not you TOO?? Dunstan, tell me this is an error!”

His best man remains silent. Then he bows his head in sorrow. Now it is the Prince who is in anguish. The same as I was mere moments ago.

He hugs his mother fiercely as his father tries to explain. All my parents and I can do is watch in shocked silence. We are privy to their conversation.

“Son, the fault is ours. We did not wish to put you through the stress of executing members of your family. So we tried to skirt around the process. But our… our…” He lowers his head before he finishes with “…our deception has been discovered.”

“We only did it for you, my son,” his mother tells him softly. “We thought the Capree were acting in a similar fashion. But we were wrong.” Then she motions in our direction as we stand there watching the drama.

“That young woman you are about to marry? She is the honorable one in all of this. We assumed the Capree would act as deceptively as we did in an effort not to sacrifice members of their own family. Now our deception has come to light and we must pay the price.”

“No, mother! Not you and father too?? Am I to be left with NO members of my family??”

“Son, you will be starting a new family,” his father says reassuringly, “just as our two countries will be starting a new and lasting peace. The council may have ordained this path…”

“…but the decision was ultimately our own,” his mother finishes. “Son, it is the only honorable thing left for us to do. We come gladly and of our own free will. Dunstan has our signatures on the consent forms.”

She looks over in our direction and calls out to us as we stand there watching in astonishment. “Please accept our humble forgiveness for this act of treachery and deceit. And do not hold this wrong against our son.”

My eyes blaze angrily, my heart having hardened. I will never forgive him or his family for the suffering they have put me and my family through. And I will never forgive him for causing me to lose my parents!

The instructor clears his throat, indicating the time has come. Then he motions that the men are to go first. I am resistant until mother nudges me gently but firmly. “Go, little one. Do this with a brave heart.”

“Come, little one,” father motions for me. “Walk with me one last time?”

Gabrielle takes my rifle as I take his arm. Then I escort him to the waiting post. Next to me the Prince walks one last time with his father.

“I cannot love him,” I breathe quietly to my father. “Surely you can understand that.”

“I understand, little one. This has been so hard for you. Maybe you cannot love him now, perhaps not even tomorrow. But someday this will all be a distant memory, a painful reminder of the price of war and the effort to bring a lasting peace. You will grow to love him as your mother has grown to love me.”

His words bring tears to my eyes as I bind him to the post. Then I place the little red “X” on his magnificent jacket directly over his heart. The last thing I do is apply the blindfold. I do not wish to see his eyes when I am forced to pull the trigger.

“Make your shot true, little one” are his last words to me. My last words to him are, “I will, father.” Then I turn away, choking back a sob.

I so want to tell him how deeply I love him and how much I will miss him. But the words hang up in my throat. So I numbly walk back and take my place.

Gabrielle silently hands me my rifle. She is somber; there are tears in her eyes. I sincerely believe she hurts for me and the heavy duty I must now perform.

The Prince returns from securing his father to the post. I see a haunted look in his eyes as he prepares his rifle. “We will start with Capree,” the instructor tells us solemnly and we both heft our weapons of destruction.

“Ready…” and I lift my rifle up. “Aim…” and I carefully focus the sight of the weapon upon the red “X” of my beloved parent. “I love you, father,” I whisper as my finger starts to wrap around the trigger…

“…FIRE!”

BANG-BANG!

My aim is as true as the Prince, and my father slumps. I hear sobs of grief from mother and Gabrielle as they stand behind me. Then I prepare for a second execution.

“We will now do Bakir,” the instructor says solemnly. “Ready…” and I lift my rifle up a second time. “Aim…” and I focus on the red “X” on the breast of the Prince’s father. Despite my loathing of the Bakir I do not wish him to suffer any more than my father. It would be dishonorable, so I take careful aim…

“…FIRE!”

BANG-BANG!

He slumps against the post, our combined shots having been true. I hear a gasp from the mother of the Prince. I see the anguish upon his face, having just executed his own father.

Within moments two men from the military scurry over and check the bodies. Then they are dragged away to a horse drawn cart I have not noticed until now. On the cart are four coffins awaiting occupancy.

Gabrielle steps forward and takes the weapon from my hand. Mother has to kindly force me to take the steps to walk her to the post. I am starting to become numb with grief.

“I am proud of you, little one,” she whispers into my ear, stroking my hair. “Those were fine shots indeed. The Prince should be proud to wed an excellent marksman such as yourself.” She smiles lovingly at me and I try to smile back at her.

It is so hard tying her to the post. My hands tremble as tears well up in my eyes. But mother is loving and reassuring to the bitter end.

“I am so proud of you, little one. I love you so very much. Your father would be proud of such an excellent shot.”

“Mother, I cannot,” I say in a trembling voice. “I cannot do this.”

“You must, little one… and you will. I have faith in you and I have faith in the Peace Accord your marriage to the Prince will bring.”

“But mother…”

I fumble for the blindfold. But she shakes her head. “I will see you to the end with my eyes open, little one. Now go and be brave. Go do what you must… for your father and I… and for Capree.”

“I love you, mother!” I gasp as I hug her fiercely, tears welling up in my eyes. What I would not give to feel her hand in my hair one last time. But her arms are bound behind her back and our time is so very short… each second so precious.

“I love you too, little one. Now go. Be brave.”

I blink the tears out of my eyes as I turn my back on her and walk back to my spot. I can tell the Prince is also struggling with this task as he accepts his rifle from his best man. Gabrielle hands me my weapon as I take a deep breath to compose myself. Then I make myself ready.

“This time we will start with Bakir,” the instructor says. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Prince flinch as though the words have cut him deeply. His mother is blindfolded.

“Ready…” and I lift my rifle up. “Aim…” and I zero in on that red “X” he has placed over his mother’s left breast…

“…FIRE!”

BANG-BANG!

She slumps in death, our shots ringing true. But there is no time for him to mourn his loss. The instructor speaks again… “We will now do Capree.”

I gasp, my heart pounding a mile a minute. Surely this is a terrible nightmare! Surely I will awaken at any moment!

“Ready…” and I lift my rifle up. “Aim…” and I zero in on that red “X” that was so hard to place upon my mother’s breast. She looks lovingly into my eyes as she proudly sticks her chest out, perhaps to help me with my aim.

“I love you, mother,” I whisper, trying to blink the tears out of my eyes. It would be dishonorable to miss the mark now. I am shaking, but I am fearful of only wounding her…

“…FIRE!”

BANG-BANG!

She slumps forward as crimson stains that beautiful dress of hers. Tears well up in my eyes once again as I drop the rifle and collapse into the sand. Gabrielle rushes to console me. But she has little to give as she suffers under her own grief.

I watch the two men in military uniforms approach to check on the bodies. I cannot look anymore and I turn away. When I glance over I catch a haunted look in the eyes of the Prince. Then I turn away from him as well.

Gabrielle takes me in her arms and holds me as the tears flow freely. “I am so sorry, little one,” she murmurs. “At least they did not suffer. You did a fine job. They would be so proud of you.”

It is not long before I hear the horse begin to move off with the four coffins in the cart… four coffins that were empty mere minutes ago but are empty no longer. I sniffle as I rise to my feet and watch, silently saying my goodbyes. Then I am overcome with grief again as I bury my head in Gabrielle’s shoulder and start to sob uncontrollably…

(written for Arachnid Dec 21 ’11 by riwa)

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The breath-hold chamber 4.3 (20)

Posted on May 9, 2019 by riwa

Note: I’ve finished moving 650 miles closer to mom into a new apartment. I just got my Internet. Sorry this is so late.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon in the underwater research facility. Janet had the afternoon off and was wandering about the halls in a frayed white t-shirt over her dark-blue one-piece. She was restless and bored, a combination that had often gotten her into trouble in the past.

She was walking down a hall when she looked over and spotted a familiar looking chamber with a flooding tube inside. Dr. Frederick Crocker called it his drowning chamber. Janet simply referred to it as the breath-hold chamber. After all, one had to hold one’s breath before succumbing to drowning, right?

She paused to look thoughtfully through the glass at the tube. There was a couple feet of water left inside. Apparently someone had forgotten to drain it completely. She’d never been inside, although she’d helped Dr. Crocker conduct a couple of experiments with the chamber using some of the other girls at the facility.

She folded her arms and stared longingly at it. She’d fantasized about going inside on many occasions. The idea of holding her breath while being brought to the brink of drowning was something that always appealed to her.

She stared at it as she remembered the last experiment she’d assisted with Dr. Crocker involving that one girl in the chamber. She’d held her breath for the longest time before her lungs had given out. But the good doctor hadn’t drained the chamber right away.

Watching her drown had been disturbingly erotic. But she’d maintained her professionalism long enough to help get the girl out of the chamber and down to the infirmary. The girl was treated and later released, apparently with no harm having been done to her.

Janet continued to stare, feeling a strong pull to step inside and try it out. She looked all around, but the place was deserted. There was no one in the vicinity to spot for her.

Her curiosity got the better of her. She stepped into the chamber and looked all around. The computer sat quietly on the table as though awaiting her input, quietly beckoning to her.

Janet went over to the valve and turned the wheel, draining the rest of the water out of the tube. Then she turned to look at the computer. That’s when a delicious idea began to germinate in the back of her mind.

She looked down at the water draining out of the tube. She thought about that girl who’d drowned inside. From all outward appearances she’d enjoyed an orgasm while she was drowning.

Janet sighed with longing as her pussy started to moisten. The more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her. It would be easy to program it so she could slip inside and take it for a little erotic spin.

It wouldn’t be that hard. After all, she’s operated the computer before. It was only a matter of setting the controls. The computer would do all the work. All she would need to do was get naked, climb inside and then get off while holding her breath.

The more Janet thought about it, the more it appealed to her. It would be safe enough if she set the controls properly. What could possibly go wrong? Besides, Dr. Crocker wouldn’t mind. And if she got caught – which she wouldn’t – she could simply tell him she was testing the controls.

She went over to the computer and brought it to life. The operating instructions to the breath-hold tube came right up, causing Janet to study them intently. The more she thought about getting in and holding her breath, the more aroused she became.

She could set up her own little breath-hold session. It wouldn’t take much effort as she could easily plug the numbers in herself. Besides, a good breath-hold orgasm was just what the doctor ordered, especially on a quiet, boring Saturday afternoon.

Janet activated the tube by plugging in her breath-hold numbers. She was easily capable of 2 minutes. 2:30 might be pushing it, but it would make for a fun challenge.

She was sure she could manage it. It would be more than enough to make her cum. Didn’t she owe it to the good doctor to test the system to make sure it was in good working order?

Janet quickly shed her clothes before putting them in a pile on the table next to the computer. She activated the tube, giving her plenty of time to climb inside before it started to fill. Then she turned the wheel to open the valve. It would allow the water to flood the tube the moment the computer kicked in.

Inhaling with excitement, Janet stepped inside. She was careful to seal herself in. She wanted to make sure it didn’t flood the outer chamber by mistake. That would be a mess she would NOT want to spend the rest of her Saturday afternoon cleaning up.

Janet waited patiently, feeling an erotic shudder ripple through her. A voice in the back of her head told her what she was doing wasn’t wise. She really needed a spotter.

Maybe she should wait until the good doctor was around. He would probably allow her to try it out. And she wouldn’t mind him watching her do it naked. That would have turned her on seeing his expression while she held her breath. But Janet ultimately decided she wanted some orgasmic alone-time. Besides, she was being careful plugging the numbers in.

She heard a beep from the computer, activating the tube. There was a mechanical sound followed by the rush of water up into the glass cylinder. Janet felt an erotic shiver ripple through her.

She’d done it now; she was here for the duration. The computer would not drain the tube until it had completely run through the cycle she’d programmed into it. She was stuck in here, a feeling that increased her arousal.

The water rose quickly, and she gasped with delight. It was a little cool, but she actually wanted it that way. Cool water really made her skin tingle.

Her nipples hardened right up. Janet couldn’t help caressing her breasts. Then she fingered herself as the water level approached her crotch.

The water rapidly filled the tube, causing Janet to gasp with excitement. It was already up to her chest. It made her nipples harden even more.

Janet tipped her head back with growing excitement. If she remembered correctly, she would have to hold her breath for a full minute before the water drained enough for her to get air. That was what she’d programmed into the computer.

She inhaled sharply before the water level rose above her mouth. It kept on climbing as she held her breath. To help distract herself she continued touching her pussy, enjoying how good it felt.

This felt incredible! No wonder that girl had climaxed in here! It made her mind run wild with all sorts of ideas and scenarios.

For starters, she imagined being tortured for information. If she didn’t answer the questions correctly she would be forced to endure longer and longer periods of holding her breath. Perhaps they might even drown her! Wouldn’t that be exciting?

Janet fingered herself as the seconds ticked by. How long had it been? Had she figured it right?

It wasn’t long until a tendril of uncertainty tickled the back of her mind. Had she miscalculated! It had been a week since she’d last held her breath in a pool. Was she that out of practice?? She thought she’d made the first run not as long…

BEEP!

The sound from over by the computer startled her. It was followed by a mechanical sound. Janet became aware of the sensation of water draining out of the tube.

She’d programmed the first breath-hold to be shorter. She patently waited for the water level to reach her head until it eventually fell below her mouth. Janet inhaled quietly, panting for breath. Her pussy throbbed, eager for a release. Damn; that felt good!

Janet took long, deep breaths in preparation for the next one. She’d set the computer to increase her time at 30 second increments. That meant the next one was going to be a 90 second breath-hold.

She felt an erotic jolt over the possibility she might have miscalculated her abilities. Surely she could do 1:30 easily enough. The computer would keep her under longer with each additional cycle.

After 45 seconds the computer beeped again, the rest interval she’d given herself between cycles. The water, which had stopped just below her breasts, immediately began to rise. Janet felt another erotic jolt as she prepared to hold her breath a second time.

The water climbed rapidly. She inhaled deeply just before it reached her mouth. Then she was holding her breath once more as the level quickly rose up above her head.

She groped her tits as she fingered her pussy. She realized she was flirting with danger if she couldn’t hold it long enough. But that was part of the thrill.

She looked up and saw the water rise until it completely filled the tube. This was it; she was trapped until the computer finished its cycle. Janet trembled with excitement as she held her breath, solitary bubbles trickling out of her nose.

Several erotic thoughts raced through her mind as she continued touching herself. Someone was torturing her lungs; perhaps the good doctor, watching her struggle to hold her breath. Janet felt an erotic jolt at that scenario, almost wishing he was here right now.

What would happen if something went wrong? What if the power cut out? What if the computer crashed?

What if the tube refused to drain? What if someone came in, saw her inside, and deliberately smashed the equipment just to watch her drown? Those erotic thoughts contributed to her growing excitement, making her wriggle and squirm as her arousal intensified.

She looked up at the ceiling as her stomach began to ripple. Was it 90 seconds yet? What if something had gone wrong? What if she’d made a mistake entering the number? Janet felt another erotic jolt as…

BEEP!

There was a familiar mechanical sound. She could feel water draining out of the tube. She was going to make this one just as easily as the last.

Janet held her breath, her lungs not quite heaving as the water level dropped. She resisted the urge to leap up for a breath. It wouldn’t be much longer anyway.

The level dropped below her mouth, allowing Janet to gasp loudly for breath She could feel her heart thump loudly in her chest. Damn; that had been a good one!

The next cycle was scheduled for two minutes. It was going to be so damned erotic! Janet firmly expected to have a good cum before it was over.

She panted quietly, looking out through the glass. No one walked by in the hallway to look in on her. She was all alone in here where anything could happen…

BEEP!

The mechanical sound returned as well as the sound of water coming back into the tube. That’s when Janet’s heart leaped into her throat as she began having second thoughts. Was programming it for two minutes really such a good idea?

What if she couldn’t make it? But she’d made two minutes several times before. It was certainly too late to worry about it now. Besides, two minutes should be a piece of cake. Worrying would only…

She inhaled just in time as the water reached her lips. It continued to rise upward until she felt another erotic jolt. Janet tipped her head back and smiled as the water level reached her forehead and continued upward.

‘Two minutes,’ she thought. “I’ve got to hold it for two minutes or I’ll drown in here.’ The thought was so erotic that she almost orgasmed right then and there.

The water level climbed up until it topped out, leaving no air pocket of any kind above her. This was it; she would have to hold her breath until it drained. There were no two ways about it now. She was here until her two minutes were up.

Ominous thoughts began rushing through her mind. What if she’d miscalculated? What if today she couldn’t hold it for two minutes? What if she swallowed water or drowned and nobody came to let her out?? The thoughts were disturbing as well as being frightfully erotic.

Janet fingered herself harder, concentrating on bringing pleasure to her nether region. She thumbed her button while fingering her pussy, concentrating on the wonderful tingles she was receiving. But the ominous thoughts kept invading her mind, thoughts that only further aroused her.

Janet looked up at the ceiling of the tube, confirming there was no emergency pocket of air to be had. After all, the tube had been deliberately designed that way. Otherwise it would be so easy for a participant to panic and shoot upward to breathe when the goal was to focus on holding one’s breath… pushing one’s limits.

She looked upward in growing alarm. How long had it been? Was it two minutes yet??

Damn, she’d really done it this time, hadn’t she? Janet had faith in her abilities. But there was always that little niggle of doubt, a feeling that this time she might really have done it to herself.

Janet concentrated on her pussy; she was so damn close! She was almost there, especially with the thoughts going through her mind. Just a little bit more and she would…

Janet suddenly cried out, losing a burst of air as she was totally enveloped in a hot wave of pleasure. She winced and shuddered, her senses dimming. Then she heard the beep of the computer along with that mechanical noise and the reassuring sound of water draining out of the tank.

Her chest heaved as her lungs burned. But the tube was draining now. If she could only hold it a few seconds longer.

The water dropped below her mouth. She gasped loudly for breath. Damn; that was closer than she’d anticipated. But it had been a good one, giving her a wonderful release.

Janet believed it had all been worth it. Then she looked down. The water level wasn’t dropping any lower than her breasts. That’s because she’d set the timer to a challenging 2:30.

Janet swallowed hard. Why the hell had she done that?? Had she really wanted to push herself that much?? She knew she could do it; 2:30 was well within her range. Still… what the hell had she been thinking??

45 seconds later the computer beeped again. That made the water start to rise. This one was going to be an erotic challenge.

Janet wasn’t sure what had made her set the machine for 2:30. But she had no other options as this was definitely happening. She would just have to concentrate.

Did she really want to push herself? Was she tempted to risk drowning like that girl had done in that last test? Or had she concluded she was up to the task of going 2:30 without air?

There was no use agonizing over it now. The decision was made once she’d plugged the numbers into the computer. She must have locked in the 2:30 time as an afterthought.

Janet took long, deep breaths to get ready. She kept telling herself this was going to be a cinch. After all, she’d done 2:30 several times before. Hell, she could do it in her sleep. Today shouldn’t be a problem; right?

The computer suddenly beeped; her 45 seconds of rest were over. She heard that mechanical noise followed by the sound of water entering the tube. It wouldn’t be long before she was holding her breath again.

Janet felt an erotic shudder as the water level rose. Her pussy was swollen and throbbing, her nipples incredibly hard. Either she was going to successfully hold her breath or she was going to drown in the attempt.

The water reached her chin, and she took a couple of deep breaths. Then she tipped her head back and inhaled deeply. A moment later the water rose up past her forehead on its way to the top of her tube.

For a moment she thought about kicking up to get an additional breath. But Janet decided not to. After all, this was designed to push her limits; right? There was no use cheating over a few seconds of air, was there?

Janet composed herself as she settled in for a long breath-hold. A couple of bubbles dribbled out of her nose before she told herself not to do that again. After all, she might need each and every molecule of air before this one was over.

Her pussy throbbed, causing her to reach down to finger herself as she groped her tits. She was going to cum big-time on this one. Wasn’t that why she was in here to begin with?

She closed her eyes and settled in, mentally wishing there was a clock somewhere to remind her of the time she had left. She realized to her chagrin she could have set something up to show on the monitor and then turn it facing the tube. But she hadn’t thought that far ahead. Besides, wasn’t it all the more erotic not knowing how much longer she had to hold her breath?

Janet felt a burn in her lungs, causing her to release a few bubbles out of her nose. It eased the strain a little, allowing her to concentrate on holding her breath while fingering herself. She could feel an orgasm coming on strong.

She tried not to trigger it right away. After all, cumming too soon would cause her to lose much of her breath. She would be forced to finish her time underwater on empty lungs.

She began to feel the strain as her lungs heaved. That’s when those erotic doubts began creeping in again, intensifying the eroticism of her situation. She could tell she was going to cum really, really hard.

Her lungs burned; how close was she to the end? There was a fire in her chest; how long did she have left? Had she somehow miscalculated? Was she about to drown without the benefit of Dr. Crocker’s presence, much less his ability to record the experience?

Her chest heaved again; oh gawd, how long had it been?? She looked up at the ceiling but the water level didn’t budge. What if she was going to drown in here??

Her lungs heaved once more as it suddenly swelled within her. Janet winced and shuddered, her breath exploding out of her mouth as she was hit by a devastating orgasm. It flowed hotly through her body, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

Janet moaned weakly, trying to regain her bearings. Then her lungs heaved insistently. She was still underwater…

BEEP!

Janet heard that mechanical noise along with the sensation of the tube draining. She began to fidget as her lungs screamed at her. She looked upward, anxiously watching the water level drop.

Her mind screamed, “HURRY – HURRY – HURRY!” Then it was at her lips. She tipped her head back and gulped down huge lungfuls of air.

Janet panted heavily, her pussy throbbing like crazy. That one had cut things a little too close. But that second orgasm had felt wonderful.

Janet felt weak in the knees. She reached out to brace herself inside the tube. She was still a bit wobbly, but at least it was over.

It had been both scary and arousing, making her orgasm that much more intense. Then she looked down at the water in the tube. Why wasn’t it draining?

Janet stared in confusion. Why the hell wasn’t it draining?? She thought she’d set the system for 2:30.

Janet went back in her mind to the moment she’d punched in the instructions. She’d given it 30 second intervals all right, anticipating it going all the way to 2:30. But had she given it a cutoff number? She couldn’t remember!

Janet went pale as she looked at the water level just below her breasts. Hadn’t she set a cutoff time? Hadn’t she programmed it to drain away? In her excitement to get inside the damned thing had she forgotten the most important instruction of all??

She reached for the opening but it was sealed tight, making it almost indistinguishable from the rest of the glass. She thought it wouldn’t open anyway unless the tube was drained of water. That meant the system was going to kick in soon, giving her a breath-hold cycle of three minutes. In her weakened condition from having just cum, could Janet hold her breath that long??

There was that familiar beep from the computer along with that corresponding mechanical noise. Then she felt the water filling the tube again. Janet began to fidget anxiously as she looked all around for some assistance… some way out… something to get her out of the mess she’d gotten herself into.

She began to hyperventilate as it swelled within her once more from her fearful excitement. Was she going to cum again? If she did she would never be able to hold her breath the entire 3:00.

Janet began pounding on the glass, calling out, “Doc? Doctor Crocker? SOMEBODY? IS ANYBODY OUT THERE??”

All too soon the water level reached her mouth. This time she rose up with it, allowing herself to drift upward as she panted heavily for breath. She knew there was no way in hell she could hold it for three long minutes. She was simply too out of breath… too weakened from her recent orgasms

The water level rushed relentlessly toward the ceiling of her tube, taking Janet right along with it. She was forced to tip her head back when she bumped into the ceiling. Then she gasped deeply…

…and that was it. It would now be three minutes before she could breathe again. But what good would it do if she made it? She would never able to make 3:30, much less 4:00.

Janet’s eyes got big as saucers as she began to pound upon the glass again. Surely someone would hear her, wouldn’t they? Surely someone would come running. Wasn’t there a security camera somewhere watching her every move??

She frantically looked all around. But she saw nothing. She scanned the chamber beyond the tube, but detected nothing out there either.

She was all alone. And this time she was going to drown for sure. Janet had never felt so scared… nor so unbelievably excited.

Almost immediately her lungs began to heave. But so soon?? She grunted and whimpered, losing air out of her nose and past her parted lips.

She tried to tell herself she could make three minutes. But who was she kidding? There was no way in hell she was going to make this one!

What the hell had she done, setting herself up to drown like this?? Had it been a dreadful mistake by not paying close attention to every little instruction, missing a very important detail? Or was it something deeper? Deep down, did she really want this for herself? Was that why she’d been so careless??

Her stomach rippled as her chest heaved. Her lungs were on fire; it was much too soon. She needed to hold her breath much longer. But it felt like she was already out of air. What’s more, she could feel another massive orgasm coming on strong.

Janet fought like hell to hold her breath. But deep down she knew it was a losing battle. At 3 minutes or whether she somehow lasted to 3:30… the results were still going to be the same. She’d gotten careless plugging in the numbers. Now she was going to pay for that mistake.

Her chest heaved again, her lungs becoming a raging inferno. She was going to inhale at any moment. Her pussy throbbed from a terrible ache, one that demanded to be quenched.

She imagined Dr. Crocker standing there watching her. She could just see him smiling at the knowledge she was about to drown. Had he always wanted to watch her drown?

Janet’s lungs finally gave out as she gave in to the inevitable. Almost immediately she convulsed in reaction as she began coughing violently. She inhaled again… convulsed again. Then she was coughing and convulsing, almost doubling over in agony… and she was cumming so very, very hard.

Her vision dimmed as she was overtaken by a wave of pure bliss. She became weak and disoriented. Then awareness returned, the awareness of an agony in her lungs, a great pain in her chest. She was drowning for real.

There was pain like she couldn’t believe. Yet she had never cum so hard. Her only regret was that Dr. Crocker was not here to enjoy her suffering… to enjoy her drowning. She just knew he would have enjoyed watching her!

Janet shuddered once more as her bladder gave way. She experienced a final, smaller orgasm, one that rippled pleasurably throughout her quivering body. Then consciousness slowly faded away in a haze of pain and pleasure, leaving her staring with lifeless eyes as her mouth gaped.

She did not hear the computer beep and start to power down. Nor was she aware of the water suddenly draining out of the tube…

—

Janet awoke in a warm bed in the infirmary. She felt like she’d been beaten up by a hundred wonderful orgasms. She also felt like an elephant had recently sat on her chest.

Her vision was a little blurry; she could only see shapes. Then it slowly improved. One shape coalesced into the image of Dr. Frederick Crocker standing there staring down at her.

“Are you ok, Miss Wamsley? You gave us quite a scare.”

“What happened?” she asked, blushing at how she must have been discovered: completely nude in the tube inside the breath-hold chamber.

“Apparently you decided to do a little breath-holding without anyone keeping an eye on you. That wasn’t a very smart thing to do, Miss Wamsley. It’s a good thing the machine was set to shut down and send out a notification the moment the volunteer drowns. Next time feel free to ask someone for assistance. We’ll gladly oversee your time and progress.”

“I’m sorry, doctor; it won’t happen again.”

“Quite all right, Miss Wamsley. I should have understood who was working for me and the temptations you might have succumbed to. I’m just glad you’re ok.”

He turned and headed toward the door. But he paused when he reached it, turning around and smiling knowingly at his patient. “Oh by the way,” he added with a look of amusement. “Did you enjoy yourself, Miss Wamsley?”

Janet blushed deeply. “Uh yes, doctor. Yes I did.”

“At least you had a good time. So long as you enjoyed yourself and no harm was done.” Then he turned and strode out of the room, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

2014; 2019 (written for skip Apr 9 ’14; ed. Feb 20 ‘19 by riwa)

(Posers courtesy of skip and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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The perfect ending to a perfect day 4.5 (12)

Posted on April 30, 2019 by riwa

She awakens to the sight of the windows growing lighter. The sun is coming up. The day of their anniversary has arrived.

She feels a shiver at the present she is planning to give her dada at the end of the day. It is unlike anything she’s ever given him before. It’s a big undertaking, and she wonders if she’s going to be able to go through with it.

Her pussy is still filled with his cream from the night before. She never bothered to get up and shower or go to the bathroom after they fucked. She simply fell asleep in his arms, happily satisfied.

She can’t resist as she finds his morning wood and slowly takes it into her mouth. It’s amazing after all this time how much she still loves oral. She takes him nice and deep which ends up waking him up.

He moans and stirs, perhaps in the middle of a wet dream. She slowly takes him all the way down her throat. He moans as he stirs again until his eyes slowly open to discover what his kitten is doing to him is even better than the dream he was having.

When she sees he’s fully awake she kicks it up a notch, hungrily gulping him down as she bobs up and down on his cock. She loves the way he twitches in her mouth. It’s such a thrill the way she can get him so aroused.

She cups his balls as she gives him a smoldering look. He tries to speak but can only get out another gasp. She moans with lust as she bobs up and down on his quivering manhood.

She recognizes the symptoms of his impending release and eases off, teasing him on this special morning. He groans in frustration, having been brought close to a release and then eased back down. She giggles as she goes back to bobbing up and down on his shaft.

She spends a few minutes like that, building him up and then easing him back down. He gasps and moans, his cock swollen in her mouth. Then she giggles as she lustfully takes him deep, gulping him down as she caresses his balls. This time she wants what’s contained in those fleshy sacs.

She moans as she sucks hungrily. He feels it swell once more, concerned she’s going to back off again to frustrate him. But this time she sucks him even faster until he passes the point of no return.

The next thing he knows he is spurting hard into her warm, hungry mouth. She groans happily, excited to receive his load. For the moment her plans for the evening are forgotten as she tends to his immediate needs.

She swallows his salty cum, careful not to miss a single drop. Then she kisses him deeply as they cuddle in each other’s arms. When she finally pulls away, she smiles knowingly at him.

“I think I need to clean up, dada. After all, today is going to be a very special day.” The thought reminds her of the present she is planning to give him later in the evening. It makes her shiver from a mixture of arousal and anxiety.

She climbs out of bed and goes into the shower. She washes the sex off her body from the night before. Once more her mind drifts to the plans she is making for dada for their anniversary together.

In a few minutes he steps naked into the shower with her. She smiles at him as she soaps him down. He takes the soap and rubs it all over her body, giving special attention to her breasts and crotch.

“Starting off the day by teasing me, kitten?” he challenges good-naturedly.

“Who me?” she giggles innocently. In response he grabs a handful of hair and pushes her face into the spray from the shower nozzle.

She lets out a squeal as he reaches down and rubs her crotch. “Naughty little kitten,” he growls. She cries out while getting a faceful of water.

She can feel how hard he’s become again. This time he wants to punish her for teasing him with her blowjob. She feels an erotic jolt as her sexual desires are reawakened.

He turns her around and kisses her hard. She moans into his mouth. Then he turns her face into the spray as he fingers her pussy.

She squeals again as she gasps with delight at his control over her. He turns her around and once more kisses her hard. Then it’s another punishing faceful of spray.

The soap in his hand rubs the crack of her ass. She feels an erotic shudder. Her passions for him have once more become fully inflamed.

He turns her around and kisses her deeply. Then it’s another faceful of spray. This time she feels his hardness push against her sphincter.

He pushes his way inside her ass as she gasps and moans. Then he bends her face down as he starts fucking her. She gasps and whimpers, loving the way he fills her ass while he is being controlling.

He pulls her head up, giving her more spray in the face. She gasps and sputters before her head is forced down and she is bent over. Then she gets harder thrusts up her ass.

She moans and cries out as he gropes and fondles her tits. He forces her head around to kiss her hard again. Then it’s another faceful of spray.

Her ass clenches around his dick as he fucks her. She cries out at the pleasure of a hot anal fuck in the shower on their anniversary. Then she feels him cumming inside her, and she shudders hard at the pleasure of getting dada off with her ass.

They kiss and cuddle as they clean up and dry each other off. Then they get dressed. From there it is off to a favorite restaurant for a light breakfast.

When they return, they adjourn to the couch for more kissing and cuddling. The lull in their day gives her a chance to think about her evening present. She trembles from a growing arousal as well as an understandable anxiety.

After a while she gets up to prepare a picnic lunch. She wants to spend some time with him down by the river. It’s always beautiful down there, and she wants to enjoy it one last time on this special day.

She’s bent over the counter making sandwiches when he comes up behind her. He nuzzles her neck as he reaches around to grope her breasts. She giggles and then moans as he hinders her picnic preparations.

“Hey; I’m trying to fix something to eat for lunch here!”

“Something to eat; that’s not a bad idea.” Then he lifts up her dress and begins to lick her pussy and ass, noticing she didn’t bother to put on any underwear.

She moans as she murmurs, “I can’t reach the mustard.” She shuffles to the right as he shuffles with her, continuing to lick her out. “Gawd!” she pants as she grabs the jar and tries to go back to the sandwiches.

In no time at all he has his pants down and his cock out. She lets out a cry as he pushes right into her dripping pussy from behind. She gasps and whimpers as he fucks her right there over the counter.

She tries to work on the sandwiches; she really tries. She finally puts the knife down and blurts out, “Oh FUCK!” Hands reach around to grope her tits as she pants like crazy, her vision blurring from the pleasure.

One hard thrust and she feels him cumming again. “Yes!” she cries out as her pussy clenches around his spurting manhood. Then he cuddles her from behind with his cock still inside her.

“A special cream for your lunch meat, dada?” she asks with a giggle. He turns her head and kisses her on the lips. Then he pulls out and allows her to finish fixing their lunch.

A little cleanup in the bathroom is necessary before she packs everything into a picnic basket. Then they walk down to the river and go for a stroll. She’s always loved this view. Now she wonders if it might be her last or whether she’ll get to see it again tomorrow.

They unpack the lunch and sit in the grass. A family of ducks waddle over, hunting for a morsel or two. So they give the moochers a few bites of bread from their sandwiches.

When the ducks learn there is no more to be had, they wander off. The loving couple kiss and cuddle again. She’s not sure how she feels at that moment, considering what the evening may hold. So she decides to enjoy their time together for what it is and to let the rest take care of itself.

They return to the house and spend the afternoon kissing, cuddling and napping. Then she goes and prepares herself a bath. They are going out to a fancy restaurant and she wants to look her best.

When the tub is full she gets in and soaks in the hot water, her thoughts on the evening ahead. Once more she trembles as she wonders if he will really like the present she has planned. She’s pretty certain he will, and it gives her erotic chills when she contemplates what might happen.

He joins her in the tub, and they start making out again. She strokes him into hardness and then climbs into his lap, impaling herself on his glorious member as they sit facing each other. Then she gently rides him as they cuddle and kiss some more. This time he does not cum, but neither one minds.

They dress and then it is off to the restaurant. The meal is perfect. For dessert the waitress comes out with a covered plate and presents it to her. The cover is lifted to reveal a diamond necklace he snuck into the hands of the waitress when they arrived.

She tears up with joy as the waitress helps her put it on. Then she kisses her dada deeply. Once more she is reminded just how much she adores him and is utterly devoted to him.

She trembles as she considers her anniversary present to him. Will he really like it? She hopes he will love it and will treasure it always.

Back home they can’t keep their hands off each other. Kissing and cuddling and making out threaten to get out of hand as they slowly undress each other. “Wait!” she finally gasps when they come up for air. “Now it’s time for your present!”

He looks at her curiously for a long moment. She giggles, “What; did you think I’d forgotten? Give me a minute, dada.” Then she disappears.

He waits as his cock softens. She’ll have to get it hard again for him. He decides he might have to punish her if she takes too long. Thing is: she’ll probably enjoy the punishment.

“Almost ready” comes an excited declaration. He feels an erotic jolt at the direction of her voice. If she’s in the playroom, chances are she’s planning something deliciously sexual.

“I’m ready! You can come in now!”

He jumps up, his heart racing. His cock is hard; he wants to enjoy a hot fuck with his kitten. He throws open the door, ready to take her sexually. Then he stops and stares in utter astonishment.

She’s all dressed up in sexy black lingerie with her breasts out and her pussy exposed and glistening. She stands on a stool with her arms cuffed behind her back. Dangling down from the hook in the ceiling where their sexual swing used to hang is a thick rope noosed around her neck just above the beautiful diamond necklace she’s wearing. The free end of the rope hangs by her side.

“Well, dada? Are you going to give me my flying fuck or not?”

He slowly walks up to her in amazement. His cock feels like it’s never been harder. This was something they’d playfully discussed many times before. But he never actually thought she would take it this far.

He grabs the rope and tugs on it experimentally. She gasps as it pulls her up on her toes in those insanely high heels. He pulls a little harder, and she’s nearly lifted up off the stool before he lets her back down.

She gasps for breath, but never bats an eye. “Well?” she asks in a trembling voice. “What are you waiting for?”

He takes her in with his eyes – the sexy lingerie; the erect nipples; the heaving chest; the dripping, glistening pussy. He never thought in his wildest dreams he would see her like this. And she seems dead-dog serious about it.

He takes the rope and steps up to her, pulling her up onto her toes. She doesn’t even hesitate. She lifts her legs up off the supporting stool, wraps them around his bare waist and then pulls him to her until his erection slides into her wet, hungering pussy.

He pulls on the rope as she rides him, listening to her sexy gurgles for breath as her pussy clenches around his throbbing member. He can’t believe what he’s experiencing. It’s a dream come true.

She gasps and grunts as her pussy squeezes and clenches, using her legs to lift herself up for her next breath. He pulls on the rope to cut off her air, allowing her pussy to do all the work. It feels absolutely incredible.

He prides himself on being able to hold off. But this time he simply can’t, not the way she’s clenching and spasming around his throbbing member as she rasps for breath. His cock empties itself inside her, causing her eyes to roll as her pussy spasms around his member in orgasm.

Her legs fall away and she hangs for a moment before he lets her down. His cream leaks down the inside of her thighs. Then he removes the noose, picks her up and carries her into the bedroom.

He frees her from the cuffs before climbing on top of her in the missionary position. This time it’s a long, languid fuck. The two kiss and cuddle as they come together in passionate lovemaking.

She finally asks, “Did you like it, dada?” There’s a faint flicker of worry in her expression.

“Princess, I loved it.”

“Take me then! Fuck me hard! Take me, dada!” And with that they begin a frenzied fuck that ultimately explodes in mutual orgasm.

He collapses on top of her as they pant heavily for breath. He tells her, “Best. Anniversary. Present. Ever!”

She smiles as she kisses him on the lips. Then she says, “Oh, I’m not done yet, dada.”

“You’re not?”

She shakes her head coyly as she climbs out of bed. He hears her cleaning up in the bathroom. Then she goes down the hall to the playroom.

He calls after her, “What; there’s more?”

Her voice responds, “The best part is coming up, dada.” So he waits for her as his cock stirs yet again.

“Ok,” she calls to him. “You can come in now.”

He gets out of bed and goes into the playroom. This time she’s completely naked except for the diamond necklace around her throat. The noose has been strung back up to dangle above the stool.

“What’s this?” he asks curiously.

“My final present to you,” she breathes. Then she kisses him deeply.

“Final present?”

“Well, that’s up to you, dada. But I really hope you’ll take full advantage of my offer.”

“What offer is that, kitten?”

“To let me hang for you, of course. I want to hang while watching you masturbate.”

“Princess???” He’s absolutely stunned.

She smiles as she sees the look of astonishment on his face. Right away she notices his hardening cock twitching as it starts to drip precum. She suspected a growing erection might be his response to her declaration to hang for him. Now she’s fully committed, and it both scares and excites her.

“I saw how hard you became when you first came into the playroom and saw me all noosed up, dada. I know how much you enjoyed giving me that flying fuck. Now I want to hang for you.”

“Are you serious, Princess?” His heart hammers in his chest. For the first time since her entrance into his life, he truly does not know what he wants to have happen at this very moment.

“I want to dance for you, dada. I want to watch your cock spurt during my hanging. Then I want to feel your cock up my ass one last time… a loving fate for a kitten like me.”

“Princess, are you certain??”

“As certain as I’ll ever be, dada.” Then she steps forward and kneels before him.

“As the condemned, I’m entitled to a last request, am I not?”

“I s-suppose.”

“Then I want to taste you in my mouth one last time. As your loving kitten, it’s only fitting.” And with that she slowly takes him between her lips.

She moans hungrily as she worships his cock. She runs her tongue all around it, memorizing the feel of it in her mouth. Right now she’s a little anxious over the decision she’s made. She’s also incredibly horny.

She cups his balls as she deep-throats his cock. Then she stops before he can ejaculate. She stands up and kisses him tenderly one last time before telling him, “No, dada. Cum on my stomach as I hang for you. I want to wear your cream as I die for you.”

She goes over to a table and retrieves the cuffs lying there. She walks over to the stool and tentatively climbs on in her bare feet, hanging onto the noose for support. Then she smiles at him.

“I’ve wanted to do this for you from the first time I saw you masturbating to those hanging photos. I’ve chosen a nice, thick noose so I can kick a long time for you, dada. I really hope you like it.”

She reaches up and carefully loops the noose around her throat. She has to stretch upward as she set it high and a little tight. By the time she gets it snugged with the knot near her left ear her pussy is dripping like crazy.

She shows him the cuffs before deliberately cuffing one wrist. She draws her arms behind her back and clatches the other one, securing her arms together. Then she takes a deep breath to steady her nerves.

“This is for you, dada,” she pants with growing fear and excitement. “This is for both our fantasies. Remember to buttfuck me one last time while I’m dangling. It would be great if I’m still alive when you do it. I love you so much. Happy anniversary, dada.” Then she steps off the stool, kicking it away behind her.

She was worried she might have miscalculated as she drops. Her feet flutter as the noose takes her full weight. But she soon discovers she set the length of the rope just right. Her toes flutter a mere four inches above the hardwood floor.

Her feet curl as her legs start to kick. The noose begins to hurt as she struggles to breathe. Then panic sets in.

She wonders what the hell she was thinking about when she committed to this as her legs fly. Then she sees him grab onto his cock and start to stroke. She feels an erotic jolt watching him masturbate to her hanging.

Her legs scissor for the floor; it’s so damned close! She rasps and jerks as she thrusts her chest out, showing off her breasts. That’s when she sees him cup his balls as he strokes his cock harder.

It hurts like hell, yet it fills her with an incredible arousal. Her mind cries out, “YES – YES – YES! This is how your kitten dies for you!” Then she feels it swell inside her.

She thrusts her hips out as she rasps and gurgles. It’s almost as though she’s trying to reach out and fuck that cock he’s stroking. She can almost feel it inside her even now. Then she feels the heat of an intense orgasm that shakes her to her core as she bucks and jerks in the noose.

She sprays the floor with her cum. It astonishes her; she’s never been a squirter before. When she sees him stroking his cock even harder, she finds the strength to kick up her legs again.

He jerks his meat at the incredible sight before him. A part of him wants to take her down. Yet he fears this might offend her if he spoils the present she wants to give him. And he has to admit: it’s one hell of a present!

Seeing her cum in the noose nearly sets him off. She dangles from exhaustion, and he pants for breath as he strokes even harder. When she starts to fight the noose again, he moves closer.

She had no idea anything could hurt so bad. Yet it’s nothing compared to the eroticism of seeing him approach. She tries to kick a little more, but her strength finally leaves her.

Her tongue protrudes out of her mouth as drool spills down onto her erect nipples. Then he steps forward, eagerly stroking. A moment later her tummy is splattered by his hot seed.

She quivers with excitement, thrilled she got to see his cock spurt. Then she feels him step behind her. She feels his hands reach around to grope her tits as he thrusts his cock hard up her butt. He always was one to stay hard when he was really aroused.

She jerks at the painful penetration. Then she shudders as her body quivers from yet another exquisite orgasm. This is truly the way a kitten like her should die – at the hands of her beloved dada with a noose around her throat and a cock up her ass.

The pain does not hurt so much now. She is dimly aware of his cock filling her ass. But soon she can’t feel anything below her chest. Then her senses spiral away until she no longer feels anything at all.

He pumps her ass, excitedly mauling her tits with his hands. He can feel her clenching involuntarily. Then he feels sometime warm trickling down his legs. Her bladder has loosened, releasing a little pee.

He thrusts hard up her butt, enjoying the sight of the noose around her neck. He gasps as he thrusts harder and faster. Then with a roar he pumps her full of his hot seed.

He pants as he slowly pulls out, some of his cream leaking out of her ass. Then he comes around front. Her eyes are glazed over, her tongue bleeding from having bitten into it as drool splatters off her breasts.

He steps up to her, tenderly kissing and cuddling her. He softly tells her how awesome her anniversary present was and that he’ll never forget it as tears well up in his eyes. Then he steps back to take a long look at her, admiring her naked, dangling corpse.

The necklace looks so lovely against her skin. She looks so beautiful hanging there… so unbelievably sexy. It’s so arousing that he decides he has to masturbate again.

Once more he begins to stroke, his eyes roaming every inch of her naked body. The noose cuts into her neck in stark contrast to the diamond necklace hanging around her throat. Her nipples are still hard on her full breasts, her pussy dripping from her many cums while she was hanging. It isn’t long until he’s spurting a second load onto her belly.

It’s the perfect ending to a perfect day…

© 2017 (written Sep 19 ’17 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4.5 (2)

Posted on April 27, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming May rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
Julie auditions for an underwater part in a movie.
A mother becomes angry her daughter hid an enemy soldier during the Civil War.
A Mata Hari story in first person.
An unpaid ransom brings an unexpected result.
Dorothy and her sister travel abroad for a very kinky, lethal reason.
A couple tries a unique form of marital therapy.

March stories/rewards will fall off at the end of April to make room for May rewards.

Rent is going up in May. So I’m moving back to be closer to mom. It will be a 650 mile move, so it will be a major adjustment. And with taxes this year I will have a lot of extra expenses. That is why I appreciate each and every one of you for being my patrons. Thank you so much.

Riwa’s Reads updates

At the party (reactivated 4-10-19)

19582 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes an “encounter story” originally written ten years ago, the type of story we sometimes like to fantasize about.

He’s still moping around after the loss of a girlfriend. So his friend invites him to a party. It turns into an orgy, complete with stripper.

It isn’t long before he discovers this party is not his type of scene. So he decides to go check out the pool before heading home for the night. A woman comes out to join him who he instantly recognizes as the stripper. She seems more “woman next door” than the persona she portrayed dancing naked around the pole.

It’s a hot, muggy night and she’s tempted to go for a swim. She’d like him to join her since she doesn’t want to swim alone in someone else’s pool. Then she loses her earrings in the water. He’s talked into stripping down to his underwear to help search the pool floor where things soon take an erotic turn. (5 chapters; 35 pages)

Shelly 20 (plus bonus) (4-10-19)

16623 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another older edited Shelly installment. Included is an older, recently edited Emma story.

Shelly 20 – Shelly and I agree to enjoy a swim in the pool one last night before she moves. But what will her reaction be when she learns of the action I plan on taking to definitely make it our “last” swim together? (20 pages)

Change of plans – Emma and Maureen are on their way down to Virginia when they take a little detour. They end up on the beach at an old abandoned pier where Maureen changes into a wetsuit. Then she explains to Emma there’s been a change in plans. Emma will get to watch the tide come in as she goes on to Virginia by herself. (15 pages)

A Cruel Mistress (plus bonus) (reactivated 4-10-19)

10118 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older stories recently edited for your reading enjoyment. Included is a guillotine fanfic.

A Cruel Mistress – Kendra signs on with Claudia to be her submissive. But she has a fear of water, and she lets slip that she had a traumatic experience when she was younger, resulting in her not learning how to swim. Claudia uses that information to erotically torment her sub, including a session in the deep pond out back where Kendra must hold her breath until she is bubbled several times. But has she been deceived? Is her Mistress going to leave her on the bottom of the pond? (21 pages)

The beheading of Pamela – Pamela is a well-known celebrity who owes a lot of money to a lot of people, including unpaid taxes. But in this day and age she has the alternative of several years in prison or a public execution in front of a huge crowd to pay off the debt and go out on top. So she chooses a public beheading by guillotine in a large stadium in front of a live audience, convinced this will make her famous for years to come. (6 pages)

The Terrible Twins (reactivated 4-10-19)

10960 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a JustPaul illustrated story inspired by one of his older clips about twin brothers taking revenge on Veronica’s slutty sister.

A promiscuous young woman named Nellie learns about the special habits these identical twins have of making out with their dates underwater. She enjoys pushing buttons and then being made to suck and fuck while holding her breath. Each one takes her out to the irrigation dam where they show off their special skills to her. Then she gets access to the college pool where Wayne cuffs her to the drain to get a blowjob out of her. The next night it is Dwayne’s turn to fuck her on the pool floor. But her sister helps set up a special revenge in the cement pond out back while vowing to watch it all unfold. (30 pages; 17 poser illustrations.)

Included is a minute long updated clip of the brothers having their way with Nellie while Veronica watches and gets off.

Shelly 5-7 (plus bonus) (reactivated 4-26-19)

15337 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a continuation of the edited Shelly series plus a bonus beheading story I have re-edited. 8.5 hours of editing plus an additional 2970 words and it is ready for your reading enjoyment.

Shelly 5-7 – (5) I try three times to bubble Shelly before she gets angry and decides to do it herself. (6) That night the guys at work follow me to the pool where they razz me as I display my Speedos to Shelly. (7) After the pool closes and we are alone I start to bubble Shelly as per her request, only to discover the night is becoming frighteningly similar to the dream I had earlier. When things settle down I discover she’s multi-orgasmic. (26 pages)

Amy’s birthday (beheading) – It is Amy’s 28th birthday and she is scheduled to face her Master (by being beheaded). She is willing (to go to the guillotine), only to awaken and face the same day over and over again! (5 pages)

Top Billing Files 4 (plus club bonus) (reactivated 4-26-19)

23785 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the next chapter in the Top Billing investigation by the Silver Cross Detective Agency. Included are four more edited chapters to the series My Visit to the Club.

Top Billing Files 4 – Stephanie rescues Keri from the catfight in Angel’s backyard pool. But the next day produces yet another victim as the Top Billing model is found in her pool. Stephanie and Lieutenant Powell go after the two lead suspects, only to encounter another twist in the case. (13 pages)

My visit to the Club (5-8) – Rick and Alison witness another event (hanging) on stage at the Club. Afterwards she tells him of her quest to find her mother and sisters, sharing her humiliating encounter with another couple in a sex room. (29 pages)

Escape Artist Nightmare 2 (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 4-26-19)

11140 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a tale originally starting out as a script for an MMPTV.net production. The result of said production was so enjoyable that I took vidcaps with MMPTV’s permission and embellished the script, turning it into an illustrated story for your reading enjoyment. Included is a Club story I’m tossing in that I wrote a couple years ago.

Escape Artist: Nightmare 2 – Tara and Beth are two former lovers committed to putting on an escape artist show with not one but two models trying to escape together. A relationship fight at the beginning threatens to undermine all they’ve been working toward. And while one struggles to hold her breath, the other struggles to escape the situations they put themselves into during their practice session. Will their fight sabotage their efforts? Or will this all turn out to be nothing more than a horrible nightmare? (17 pages with vidcaps)

Club (Guillotine) volunteer – Amy works as an attendant at the Club. When she sees a notice for a (guillotine) volunteer she gives it some thought. Besides, she is already taking huge risks by the possibility of having her pregnancy sensor pop after having sex which would make her be taken up onstage (to be executed) in front of an adoring crowd. She agrees for the financial gain afforded to her mother. But it seems an attendant with a bad attitude will be (seeing the guillotine) up on the Entertainment stage ahead of her. (10 pages)

The underwater holodeck (reactivated 4-26-19)

2575 words – $3.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes an illustrated story inspired by one of JustPaul’s earlier animations. Commander Barnes has many skeletons in her closet, including her domination of an Ensign who programs her fantasies on the underwater holodeck. She wants Ensign Oguri to tweak her program to give her more of a challenge. But she has no idea the Ensign has rigged the underwater holodeck to give the Commander a program that will do far more than challenge her breath-holding abilities. (12 pages plus illustrations)

JQpublic Bundle 4 (reactivated 4-26-19)

7003 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of brand new JQpublic stories.

The Collector – Kate is staying at an Air B&B. She is on the phone with her friend Joanna telling her about the creepy guy who owns the house and how her sunglasses have turned up missing. That’s when she discovers a chest at the bottom of the backyard pool. The problem is: the cover is broken and is stretched across much of the surface. She tells her friend she is going to investigate, only to end up discovering far more than she could ever have bargained for. Kate may end up wishing she would have stayed at a motel chain. (6 pages)

Making it up to him – Taylor has wrecked her husband’s car and is deep in his doghouse. So she decides to try making it up to him in their backyard pool with a little playful bondage by handcuffing herself to the pool ladder. It means he’s going to have to come down and find the key she hid somewhere under her suit. That should be fun, right? What could possibly go wrong? (7 pages)

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Carl the scuba diver 3 4.2 (6)

Posted on April 24, 2019 by riwa

It had been another long, frustrating day. Carl had dealt with a couple of clients who had proved to be difficult to please. Now he just wanted to relax with a cold beer.

The doorbell rang, causing him to get up off the couch. When he opened the door a woman in a business jacket, skirt and heels smiled back at him. “My name is Leanne Nielson,” she told him as she handed him a card. “I run my own realty. Would you ever be interested in selling your home?”

“No,” he told her gruffly. Then he paused as he had to rethink the matter before telling her, “Well, I hadn’t planned on selling it.” The truth of the matter was he’d actually been forced to start considering the matter several weeks ago since his business had been struggling lately.

“Are you sure? I already know someone who might be interested.” It was a little lie she hoped might get him to consider her as his realtor. Besides, she’d already come to the conclusion selling a house like his would net her a tidy sum.

“I’ll have to think it over. Goodbye, Miss Nielson.” Then he closed the door on her.

Leanne was not dissuaded in the slightest. She’d sensed there might be an opening. Perhaps she should come back and try again while wearing something more alluring. Maybe that would help convince him to list it with her. And with that she got in her vehicle, started it up and drove away.

Carl went back to his chair and sat down. He grabbed his beer and took another long drink. The bitch had certainly been attractive enough.

He looked at the card in his hand. May he should try to sell it with her after all. If his business continued to suffer then it wouldn’t be too much longer before he started missing house payments. Then they would take it from him without him getting anything for it at all.

As the evening wore on he found himself thinking about Miss Nielson. That outfit hadn’t hid her large breasts very well. It made his cock harden as he thought about her. Maybe a night out on the town would do him good.

He went out to eat, followed by a visit to a strip club. There was a nice bitch with a good rack who came on to him. She gave him a lap dance, paying him extra attention when he kept giving her twenties. But Carl finally called it a night and headed home before he got too drunk.

—

The next morning Carl had regrets over his visit to that club. Even though he’d enjoyed that stripper, he’d spent money on her he really couldn’t afford. She’d made him cream his pants and that was all he’d gotten out of the deal. It had been a nice evening, but one that in hindsight he probably should have spent alone at home watching TV.

It was almost 11 am when he got a knock at the door. He opened it and was surprised to see that stripper at his door. “Hi, Carl. You did tell me to stop in if I was ever in the neighborhood, didn’t you?” Then she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big kiss.

“Well?” she asked as he stood there stunned. “Are you going to invite me in or not?” Carl appreciatively looked her up and down before apologizing as he let her inside.

“Nice house!” she observed admiringly. “You really do well for yourself.”

“I get by.”

She was in a light, white dress that did nothing to hide the black bra underneath her rack. He got a good look at her knockers and found himself starting to get hard. Damn!

“Mind if I use the little girl’s room?”

“Not at all,” he motioned with a smile. “It’s down the hall.”

“You’re so sweet.” Then she gave him a peck on the lips before she headed off.

She wasn’t gone more than a minute before Carl thought about his pool out back. Then he thought about drowning her in it. Before he knew it he had a raging boner, and he tried to put it out of his mind.

She came back about 5 minutes later. “Wonderful place you’ve got here.”

“You think so?”

“Yes I do.”

“So why did you come here?”

“I really like you Carl. I thought we could get to know each other a little better.”

At that point he strongly suspected she was interested in getting a little more money out of him. Perhaps he’d been a little too generous with his twenties last night. And telling her his name and where he lived hadn’t been too smart either.

He thought about his pool again. It made his cock stiffen in his shorts. She glanced down and caught sight of the bulge. Then she grinned as she told him, “Looks like you want to get to know me a little better too.”

He thought about his pool again. It made his cock twitch. Was it possible; could he do another one?

“Would you like to see my backyard?”

“I’d love to!” So he led her through the house to the patio door where he took her out back.

She gasped with delight when she saw it. “You have a pool?”

“I clean pools for a living. So I thought it would be good to have one. Well, it was mostly my wife’s idea before she ran off.”

“I’m so sorry about that.” Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

“Can I fix you a drink?”

“I’d love that.”

“Don’t go away. I’ll be right back.”

He went back inside and went straight for his little storage room where he usually kept his scuba gear to take out on jobs. He became greatly excited as he geared up. The thought of drowning this bitch had him hard as a rock.

When he was ready he walked back through the house to the patio door and out into the backyard. Her back was to him. When she heard the patio door slide open she turned to look.

“Why Carl!” she laughed. “What are you doing in your scuba gear? Do you want to give me a lesson?” Already she was envisioning a rich payday after her visit with him.

“I’m not going to give you a lesson,” he told her, his cock rock hard. “Instead I’m going to drown you.”

“Oh Carl,” she laughed with a dismissive wave. But as he approached her smile faded.

“Carl? What are you doing?”

“I told you I’m going to drown you. It really excites me when I drown big-titted bitches like you.” Then he pushed her into the deep end of his pool.

She let out a cry as she hit with a splash. He jumped in after her as she surfaced. Then he grabbed her and pulled her under.

She cried out as he pulled her dress down off her shoulders. Then he pulled her bra down as well, just so he could get to her mounds. She screamed and bubbled as she tried to kick free.

She managed to burst up to the surface. She barely had time to get a quick breath before he pulled her back down. He wrapped his arms around her and held on as she wriggled and squirmed in his grasp.

She shook her head at him, her eyes wide in horror. Her breasts wobbled as her chest heaved from trying to hold her breath. But she was too panicked and couldn’t hold her breath very long.

She spewed nose bubbles until she coughed and gurgled. Then adrenaline kicked in as she really thrashed about. He just held on tighter.

She suddenly gulped water. Then she began hitching and jerking as she inhaled, coughing up water and bubbles. Her breasts wiggled wonderfully as she spasmed and convulsed.

She coughed up little bursts of bubbles as she hitched and convulsed, all caught up in the throes of drowning. Then she went limp in his grasp as he creamed himself. Carl held her in his lap, admiring her form.

He completely removed her dress and bra. Then he let her go. She drifted up to the surface where she floated face down.

Carl pulled her back down and kissed her erect nipples. Then he pulled off her panties. He stuck a couple fingers into her slit and discovered she’d become lubricated in her horrific last moments.

He pulled down his shorts and exposed his cock. Then he thrust it into her cunt. She felt wonderful.

Carl spent the next half hour fucking her titties, pussy and mouth. When he was done he decided it was time to hide the body. The only thing he could think of was a trash can he used that was sealed and full of water. It would be a temporary solution until he figured out what to do with her later.

He stuffed her inside with a belt around her waist. She looked like she wouldn’t cause any problems in there for a while. Then he put the lid on her.

—

Leanne returned to Carl’s house that afternoon, hoping to work on him a little more. This time she was in her blue sun dress which showed plenty of cleavage. With her large “assets”, she figured she had a good chance of getting the listing.

She parked in the driveway and knocked on the door. Carl answered it, appearing not too happy to be intruded upon. But when he saw who it was and the outfit she was wearing his demeanor changed, just as she’d hoped it would.

“Miss Nielson. I didn’t expect you back today.”

“I’m sorry. I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. Is this a bad time?”

He looked her up and down. The outfit she was wearing was awakening certain body parts again. He briefly thought of the drowned stripper hiding in his trash can before telling her, “Not at all, Miss Nielson. Would you like to come in?”

“Thank you; I’d really like that.”

He opened the door and she stepped inside. She looked all around and instantly liked what she saw. The place needed a woman’s touch of course. But its size and location showed promise.

Carl thought about trying to send her away. But she was probably here to try to get the listing. Maybe he could show her the house and then get her out.

“Shall I give you the grand tour?”

“That would be great… so long as I’m not being a bother.”

“Oh, no bother at all.”

She gave him her best smile as he showed her around the interior. She took note of every little thing. She was already imagining the commission she might receive with a property such as this.

Carl looked her up and down again. She was definitely an attractive bitch in that outfit, especially with that chest of hers. Once more he found himself thinking of his pool out back.

“What do you think of the house, Miss Nielson?”

“I think it looks lovely. I’m betting you could get a really good price should you decide to sell.”

“And you’d like to have the listing?”

“Well… as a matter of fact…”

Once more he thought of the pool out back. His clothes had barely dried in time from his last swim. But those breasts and that body of hers was making it hard for him not to want to drown her.

“Can I fix you a drink, Miss Nielson?”

“I’d really like that; thank you.”

He went into the kitchen, put some ice in a couple of glasses and then poured a couple of drinks. “Have you seen a lot of houses around here, Miss Nielson?”

“Not many people want to sell up here. I can’t blame them.”

“What made you knock on my door in the first place?”

“Your neighbors said you lived alone… at least they thought you did.”

“Wife ran off some time ago and left me with the payments. Business has not been good lately.”

“What business are you in if I may ask?”

“Pool service. I’ve even got one out back.”

“Really? Mind if I see it?” That made his heart skip a beat.

“Not at all.”

After putting the drink in her hand he took her through the house and out the patio door. She smiled when she stepped outside and looked the backyard over. The pool looked to be in great shape. Already she was mentally adding a few thousand more to her commission.

Carl was also doing some mental calculations. He was becoming aroused at the presence of this sexy bitch. He hadn’t planned on doing another drowning so soon. But this woman, her outfit and her large tits looked tailor-made for a fateful dip in his pool.

He felt the faintest twinge of guilt. Then he told himself it wasn’t his fault she’d come barging in wanting to sell his property. She should have known she was taking her life in her hands wearing something like that. Now he was going to enjoy drowning her.

“That’s a lovely pool,” she observed, putting her drink down on a patio table. “It looks like you’ve done a good job keeping it up.”

“It wouldn’t do if any of my pool customers came by and saw I had a pool that looked shabby. That’s why I keep my scuba gear up-to-date. I used it all the time.” Then he walked over to the gear he’d just used on that stripper.

“I see.”

She looked more closely at the bottom of the pool. She saw what looked like a dress and a bra. What the hell?

She turned to see him gearing up in one of his tanks. Then she laughed nervously. He just eyed her carefully.

“Something funny, Miss Nielson?”

“I’m sorry. Just seeing you gearing up like that, well… I’m sorry. It’s just so damned amusing.”

“I’m glad I amuse you, Miss Nielson.” Then he tested his regulator, purging it a couple times.

“Might I ask why you’ve put on your scuba gear all of the sudden?”

“Certainly, Miss Nielson. I intend to drown you in my backyard pool. Then I plan on having my way with your dead body.”

“You have a funny way with words, Carl.”

“I’m not joking, Miss Nielson. I fully intend to drown you. It’s the least I can do since you showed up in a sun dress like that. It’ll go transparent in the water while I’m drowning you so I’ll get to see your bra and panties before I take them off.

The smile froze on her face. For a moment she thought he couldn’t possibly be serious. Then he calmly walked up to her and pushed her into the water.

She let out a cry as she hit with a splash. Carl jumped right in after her. Then he wrapped her up in his arms from behind. She screamed a froth of bubbles, horrified at what was happening to her.

Carl held on tight, his hard cock pressing into her back. He was horny all over again. Even though he’d drowned that stripper this morning he was really looking forward to drowning this realtor as well.

She put up a sexy struggle, her legs kicking every which way. She simply couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Who the hell was this guy??

Carl got more turned on. She should start drowning any moment now. He couldn’t believe how hard his cock had become.

She spewed nose bubbles as she fought to break free. But Carl didn’t want her to get back to the surface where she might scream and alert the neighbors. So he held on tight.

He heard a gurgle as she suddenly hitched. Then she started coughing up bubbles. Her struggles instantly lessened as she started to drown.

Carl turned her around so he could look at her. He pulled her dress down and then pulled her bra off as well. She was still hitching, little bubbles leaking out past her parted lips as he reached up to squeeze and play with her boobs.

Leanne shuddered hard, her mind crying out in shock and horror. Then consciousness faded away. Her last thought was how wrong she’d been in choosing to see if she could get a listing from such a murderous man.

Carl creamed himself as he held onto her. Then he let her go. He watched her drift up to the surface where she floated face down. It was an incredibly erotic sight.

He pulled her back down to him before pulling down his shorts and briefs. He thrust his cock into her mouth and enjoyed fucking it. Then he fucked her titties. It made him harden right back up.

Carl turned her around and thrust his dick into her from behind. Then he gave it to her good and hard. It felt incredible fucking a drowned woman at the bottom of his pool.

He ended up leaving a deposit up her pussy. Then he let her go again. He watched as she drifted up to the surface and floated face down.

Now Carl had two bodies to dispose of. But there was always his buddy’s boat down at the marina. He would have to get rid of both vehicles as the stripper’s car was now in his garage. But he figured that might not be too difficult, not after the successful disposal of the last two women he’d drowned in his pool.

2018 (Dec 19 ’18)

(Inspired by preview pics from an H2O clip “Should have used a realtor” which I included for illustration purposes.)

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Executing Dorothy on Santamos Island 4.1 (8)

Posted on April 18, 2019 by riwa

 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.)

Executing Dorothy on Santamos Island

I head up to room 407 and politely knock on the door. A rather attractive, curvaceous blonde in a light-colored silk blouse, short leopard print skirt and heels answers the door. She looks like she might be in her mid to upper thirties.

I wonder for a moment what it was that caused her to partake in the Island lottery. Was it the risk? The reward of surviving several nerve-wracking days of whether or not your number might be called? Or was it something more? No matter; her number has been drawn.

“Can I help you?” she asks politely, giving me the once over. She gets this look in her eyes as though she might like to get to know me better. Sadly there’s not much time for that now.

“Miss Curtis? Miss Dorothy Curtis?”

“Bloody hell, love; please don’t be so formal.”

“My apologies. You were entered in the Island lottery? You chose number 13?”

Her eyes suddenly flash excitedly. “Did I win? You mean I won? What did I win??” Her reaction is not what I expect.

“I’m not sure it’s what you’d call a ‘win’, miss. Since your number has been drawn, you must now be executed.”

“Executed?? Bloody hell! What kind of lottery did I enter??”

“This is the island of consensual executions, miss. Haven’t you noticed people being taken out to be executed?”

“Well of course I have!” she responds indignantly. “I’m ashamed to admit it’s been terribly erotic to witness those executions.” Then I see the shock flash in her eyes as a hand comes up to cover her mouth.

“I was down in the dining room and I overheard them talking about the lottery, so I signed up. You mean if your number is drawn you must be executed??”

“I’m afraid so, miss. Don’t you remember signing that waiver when you entered the lottery?”

“Yes, but… bloody hell!”

Her knees suddenly come together as her face flushes crimson. “I’ve got to go to the loo right now and… oh, never mind. Just come inside before somebody sees me like this, ok?”

I step inside and close the door behind me as she makes a beeline to the bathroom. “So what happens now?” she calls out through the open door.

“Excuse me, miss?”

“I said ‘what happens now’?? …to me I mean? What happens now?”

“Well miss. I guess you make arrangements for the ‘who’ and ‘how’ of your execution.”

“The ‘who’ and ‘how’? You mean who executes me and how they would do it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Bloody hell! Would you stop being so formal? Please call me ‘Dottie’. You make me feel like… like I’m going to be executed or something. Oh hell; that’s right. I really AM going to be executed!”

“That’s ok, miss… er, uh… I mean Dottie. You’ve got time to get your affairs in order.”

“But I don’t know anybody here!” she protests as she emerges from the bathroom in another skirt. “I haven’t had much chance to mingle. I’ve been down to the bar and all. But to pick out an executioner right out of the blue? Bloody hell, love!”

She looks at me closely and I find myself blushing. She’s quite attractive and I find myself thinking about how she might look while being executed. I’m getting a boner and I instinctively try to cover my crotch. But it’s much too late as she’s already noticed my growing bulge.

She looks at me and despite the news I’ve given her she actually gets this sly smile. “What about you, love? You look like the kind of guy who adores taking women out and executing them.” I blush again, the bulge in my trousers becoming more pronounced.

“Well miss, uh… I mean… yes, Dottie. I’ve executed women before.”

She looks at me as though seeing me in a whole new light. I swear her breath catches in her throat. Then in a trembling voice she asks, “How would you execute me, love?”

“Now I don’t know. You see I prefer using the axe. “It’s relatively quick but I, uh…” I pause, not wanting to tell her the rest.

“You what?” she asks curiously.

“You don’t want to know.”

“You might as well tell me. It seems I don’t have much time for niceties.”

“Well I, uh… I tend to keep the heads. I like to fix them all up. Then sometimes I, uh… I like to, well… I like to use them afterwards.”

I’m embarrassed as hell. But now she seems even more breathless. “Bloody hell, love! You mean you’d take my head off and then use it again for…”

“Yes, Dottie; that’s what I’ve done in the past. But I promise I won’t use your head like that… well, not if you ask me not to.” I feel I’ve shocked her enough today to at least give her some consideration in the matter.

“I guess I don’t have any choice in the matter now, do I?” she says carefully. “…not if I choose you as my executioner. I take it you can do anything you want with me after it’s all over. Is that right?”

“From a technical standpoint I suppose that is correct.” Now my cock is even harder in my trousers. It’s virtually impossible to hide it from her gaze.

“I suppose if it must be done,” she sighs reluctantly. Then she looks right at me.

“What am I supposed to wear to my, uh… my execution?” She stammers as she struggles to spit the word out.

“Anything you want, Dottie.” I figure I owe her that much.

She looks at me and smiles before turning and going over to her dresser. “Give me ten minutes to get ready, ok? Then you can come and get me.”

“Now? You mean you want to do this now??”

This is a bit unusual. After all, I half expected her to try to delay the proceedings for a while. But she responds, “I can’t sit around in my room all day just waiting to be executed, love. I’ll go stark raving mad. So let’s get this thing over with, ok?”

“If you say so, miss… er, uh… I mean, if you say so, Dottie. I’ll leave you to it then.” And with that I beat a hasty retreat, my cock straining in my trousers…

—

I return ten minutes later and quietly tap on the door. “Miss Curtis? Dottie?”

I hear a “Just a second” from the other side of the door. Thirty seconds later it opens. Dorothy Curtis stands there in heels and dark sheer nylons, a long beige colored wrap around her shoulders covering her from view.

She grabs her wrap and slowly opens it, letting it fall off her shoulders. She proudly shows herself to me. Then she asks “Is this presentable for my beheading?”

My cock hardens in my trousers as I gawk at her tight black corset. Her large breasts are supported by something sheer that fails to disguise how hard her nipples have become. Down below, her garter attaches to a set of sheer nylons, several clasps attaching to each leg. Her panties are also sheer as the decorations down there pull one’s eyes right to her crotch.

My mouth falls open and my tongue hangs out. It is totally unprofessional of me. But she smiles at me as though appreciative of my reaction.

“I thought this might be appropriate,” she tells me with a sly wink. “I’m ready for my beheading now.” Then she takes my arm so I can escort her down the hall to the elevator.

—

We walk up to the hotel concierge where we sign the requisite forms. Then I take her over to the nightclub. Everyone stares at us as we walk up to the bar.

As another courtesy I buy her a stiff drink. But I choose a club soda for myself. After all, I’ll be wielding an axe within the next few minutes and I want to be accurate with my swing.

In no time at all every male finds himself staring at her in her very eye-catching outfit. She seems to love the attention. Then she downs her drink in one gulp.

It’s obvious she’s nervous as hell. Then she loudly proclaims, “I’m ready for my beheading, love! Take me to my execution!!”

Every eye remains on her as we head for the exit. There are several murmurs as though folks are shocked she’s going to her death so casually. I get the distinct impression if she’s going to die she wants to be saluted by every cock around her.

We head out the other door to the ocean-view deck out back where the axe and block are waiting. The seriousness of her situation suddenly hits her hard as she catches sight of the objects of her demise. “Bloody hell, love!” she gasps, her breath catching in her throat.

I’m aware of the stampeding of feet behind us as the nightclub empties out in mid-afternoon. It seems that everyone wants to watch me execute Miss Curtis. She seems to enjoy the attention, but I can tell she’s starting to get nervous.

“I have to tie your arms behind your back now, Dottie.” She dutifully turns around, obediently bringing her arms up behind her back. She’s trembling as I tie her wrists together with rope.

I turn her around to face me. “Miss Dorothy Curtis?” I proclaim loudly for one and all to hear. “You have entered the Island lottery of your own free will and have signed the requisite forms! Your number – the number thirteen – was officially drawn today! Therefore, it is my duty to execute you as per the rules of the lottery! Have you anything to say before sentence is carried out?”

She looks at me and blinks as though her mind has suddenly gone blank. Then she inhales sharply. A flash of real fear appears in her features as her knees start to buckle.

I catch her and then help guide her down to kneel in front of the block. She faces several witnesses who have gathered and are standing behind me as others encircle us. I stretch her neck out across the block, carefully forcing her head down.

“Now don’t move, Dottie,” I tell her authoritatively. “At this stage of the game you really don’t want me to miss, do you?” Then I reach for the axe.

My cock is extremely hard within my trousers. But there’s no time to deal with it now. I decide I’m going to need a release after this is all over.

I get a good grip on the axe and then start to lift it up. “WAIT!” Dottie blurts out anxiously. I can see her body shaking as she starts to hyperventilate.

“Miss Curtis?” I ask sternly, about to lecture her for taking the execution this far only to bring it to a halt. Then she quietly gasps, May I have a last request?”

“What is your request, Miss Curtis?” I want to get this over with so I can go back to my room and jerk off. Maybe I could use her head to get me off. Then I decide I shouldn’t do that, at least not in front of all these people. It would be too degrading to her.

Her request stuns me. “I want to suck your cock,” she says in a quivering voice. “I want a man’s cum on my lips when my head rolls.”

It seems a solution to my desire for sexual release has just presented itself. I’m not sure I want to have her blow me in front of all these spectators. But I don’t see how I can decline her request.

“Granted,” I tell her and I carefully put the axe down.

I step in front of her and unzip my fly to the cheers and catcalls of the spectators all around us. My cock emerges all stiff and throbbing. The tip is already beaded with pre-cum.

She rises up on her knees, leans forward and then laps up my pre-cum. Then she slowly sucks me into her mouth, moaning softly. She starts to apply suction, her cheeks going concave.

Obviously she’s done this before. I hear one man’s voice from the gathered witnesses jealously proclaim, “Lucky bastard!” My face flushes red with embarrassment.

I thrust nice and slow in an effort to be both polite and respectful. But the whole damned thing has made me harder than hell. Her sexy attire… me about to separate her head from her shoulders… the anticipation of the gyrations her dying body will make… all of it combines to make me stiff and quivering for a release.

I find myself grabbing her by the back of her head, losing myself in my eagerness to fuck her face. She does not resist, grunting and moaning as she ravenously sucks harder and faster. Her imminent death and my role as executioner have made us more lustful for each other than I could have possibly imagined. My only regret is there is no time to fuck her pussy before taking her head. Besides, that would be much too embarrassing out here in public.

My cock swells in her mouth; my explosion is imminent. I thrust hard and deep, gagging her as it reaches the back of her throat. Then she grunts as she gets a taste of my seed.

Her head suddenly jerks backward out of my hands. My next shot splatters her face. Instinctively I grab my cock, squeezing out my cum all over her cheeks.

She gasps and moans, her tongue coming out to lick my spunk off the tip of my shaft. Then she looks up at me, her eyes smoldering with lust. It’s almost as though she’s goading me into executing her by her expression. “Don’t you think I deserve to lose my head now over a slutty thing like that?”

Something suddenly overcomes me. I roughly force her head back down upon the block into position. She gasps and whimpers, her chest starting to heave as she hyperventilates.

I hear her moan softly as I pick up the axe and heft it above her. I hear an audible gasp from the spectators as I gently bring the blade down to judge my strike. I allow it to nick her exposed neck.

She gasps and whimpers, trembling like mad. I suspect she has just wet herself. I wonder if it’s all she can do to force her head to remain in place.

I heft the axe upward. Then I bring it down hard. It goes right through her neck, hitting the block with a loud THUNK!

 Her head virtually leaps away, bouncing off the deck and then rolling to a stop. The crowd gasps the moment the blade comes down. A few of them jump with a start, and I hear a couple of shrieks. Then they all start to cheer.

Blood spurts out of her severed neck as her body begins to jerk and spasm. Then it reluctantly topples over onto its side, convulsing in its death throes. That’s when I begin to distinguish some comments from the gathered witnesses…

“Gawd; did you see her wee herself right there at the very end?”  “I wonder if she was cumming when the blade fell! It sure looked like she was cumming!”  “Do you see what she’s wearing? And did you see how hungry she was for the executioner’s cock? Damn… now I’VE got a boner!”  “She was a cock-tease; that’s for sure! Did you see her come into the nightclub like she wanted every eye on her? She was a prick-teaser and she got what she deserved!!”  “Damn! That’s one beheading I ain’t NEVER gonna forget!”

I reach over, bend down and lift up her head to more applause. Dorothy has this shocked look on her face. Blood trickles out of her mouth and nose as it also drips out of her severed neck.

Her mouth is open as though she tried to scream at the last moment. Her face is stained with my cum. I get the erotic shivers something fierce as I detect a faint aroma of urine. Her sheer panties are thoroughly soaked.

I look deeply into her eyes. Can she see me looking at her? It’s almost as though I can hear her voice in my mind, telling me to take her head home and enjoy it. So I decide that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

As I walk away with my prize I hear the cart pulling up to the deck behind me, her coffin waiting inside…

2012; 2018 (written for Dottie Sep 11 ’12; ed. Nov 20 ’18 by riwa)

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Gambling your life away (Part 3) 4 (5)

Posted on April 18, 2019 by riwa

Part III

Dorothy tried to see to her sister on the floor as Monique came over to Emily. “Out of your clothes, Miss. Mr. Rick wants you in the chair.”

“I… but I…”

Emily didn’t know what to do. She looked at Zilpha’s corpse lying on its side, the executrix having placed the head right next to it. Zilpha had a shocked, vacant look in her expression as blood pooled out from where her neck sat on the floor.

She looked down to see Dorothy trying to awaken her sister. Winifred was starting to come around. Then Monique helped stand her up and started to undress her.

A numbness set in as Emily didn’t resist. She couldn’t believe what had happened. They’d all wanted to come to the Club to check it out for themselves. Now Zilpha had been beheaded… and she was about to face the electric chair!

Dorothy helped Winifred sit up, only for them to see the executrix walk Emily naked over to the chair. Monique helped the sister down onto the two metal posts sticking up. Emily gasped and whimpered as she was forced to take both posts up her holes.

Winifred looked at her beheaded sister and almost fainted again. She got a little woozy and started to sway. Dorothy helped hold her upright, only to squawk in alarm when she saw Emily being strapped down into the chair.

What really alarmed her was the way the wires were being connect to her sister’s erect nipples and swollen clit. Emily appeared to be embarrassed her two sisters could see her naked and being humiliated. But there was nothing she could do about it.

Dorothy helped Winifred back up into a seat at the table. She turned to see Emily panting for breath as the executrix finished strapping her down. Then she gasped at the co-owner, “Wait! Can’t you do something to stop all this?”

“She knew the risks when she drew the card,” Mr. Rick told her sympathetically. “She had a better than 50-50 chance of drawing the right color. Sadly, luck is not always with you when you most need it to be.”

Dorothy looked around in desperation. Then she looked at the remaining cash on the table. “We’ll buy her back!” she gasped anxiously, clutching at straws.

“Not likely,” he told them with a sad shake of his head. “Maybe you should quit while you two still have your heads.”

“D-Dorothy??” Emily stammered, her face pale as she quivered in the chair. She appeared to be wincing and writhing from the posts up her holes.

Winifred looked at the cards left on the table. Mr. Rick saw her looking at them and calmly removed that option by sweeping them all up and discarding them into a bin beneath the table. “I’d say that deck is bad luck, ladies.”

“Can’t we… can’t we do something else?”

At that moment Emily seemed to come to herself. She composed herself and managed to take a deep breath before telling them, “Dorothy, you and Winnie have got to leave! You’ve got to go right now before something else happens to one of you!”

“But they’re going to FRY you!” Winifred protested.

“Wise words, ladies,” Mr. Rick said with a smile. “Unless of course one of you wishes to risk her life to save your sister. And we all know how well that turned out last time.”

“He’s right!” Emily told them. “Go home and tell everyone what happened! Go home while you still can!”

“What do we tell mum and dad?” Winifred protested.

Dorothy turned and told her, “We can’t tell father; it would kill him!”

“But we’ve got to win her back!” Then Winifred looked over at the strange, elongated table with the dice and numbers and places for betting. She pointed at it before asking, “How does that game work?”

Mr. Rick smiled as he got up and walked over to it. He picked up the two dice on the table and brought them over, setting them down right in front of her. Then he proceeded to explain the rules.

“It’s a simple game really. You try to throw a seven as it is the number most likely to come up. If you roll a seven, you win. But if you roll another number then you have to roll that same number again before you roll another seven or you lose.”

“Is that it?” Dorothy asked anxiously. She certainly didn’t want to leave without Emily, not if there was any way of saving her.

“That’s pretty much the gist of it, ladies. If there were more people gambling in here then there would be more to it than that. For the sake of what you are hoping to achieve, I suggest we keep it simple. How does that sound?”

“Then let’s do it!” Winifred gasped as she snatched the dice up off the edge of the table.

Dorothy grabbed her arm before she could throw them. Then she looked at the co-owner of the club with suspicion. “Wait. Is that all there is to it?”

Mr. Rick smiled at them. “We can’t make it all that simple, can we? After all, you’re gambling for your sister’s life. And the one who is throwing the dice will be risking her own life as well.”

“That’ll be me,” Winifred declared bravely, pulling her hand away as Dorothy tried to reach for the dice in her hand.

“But what happens if you lose, love?”

“I suppose it’ll be the drowning tank for her,” the co-owner mused thoughtfully. “I haven’t witnessed a good drowning in a few days; right, Monique?”

“Right, Mr. Rick,” the executrix replied with a knowing smile.

“D-Drowning?” Winifred whimpered as she looked over at the glass tank.

“Only if you lose, miss. In fact, I’ll sweeten the pot.”

He paused for a moment as he looked at Monique who smiled back without a word. Then he smiled at the two ladies now standing at the Craps table.

“I’ll make this easier, but not too easy. After all, there has to be some sort of risk involved, right? Every time you win, I’ll give you $500. But you must win three in a row in order to save your sister from the chair. Every time you lose I’ll take your winnings and you’ll have to start all over.”

“Three in a row?” Dorothy asked dubiously as she looked at him and then her sister holding the dice.

“What does that mean?” Winifred wanted to know.

“Three sevens in a row would do it. Even an eleven will be acceptable – seven or eleven.”

“A seven or eleven and we win?” Dorothy asked carefully.

“Yes,” he said with a nod to her. “It’s a win each time a seven or eleven is rolled on the first throw. You must throw the dice all the way to the end of the table and bounce them off that back wall.”

“What are all these other numbers and things on the table for?” Winifred asked, pointing them out.

“They’re for bets being made by people who would normally be watching the one throwing the dice. But since it’s just the three of us down here, we’ll dispense with all that.”

“What if she doesn’t roll a seven or eleven?” Dorothy asked, giving her sister a wary eye. She tried not to look over at Emily in the chair who was shaking her head for them not to risk themselves for her sake. Dorothy didn’t dare look at her beheaded sister’s corpse or it would give her the shakes something fierce. Strange how she was so wet down below.

“Then you’ve rolled a number you must match by rolling it again.” Mr. Rick explained. “For the sake of this game we will not include twos, threes or twelves as those numbers would affect the bets others would place. For our purposes, let’s say you throw a four, five, six, eight, nine or ten. You must roll that number again before you throw a seven. That also qualifies as a win. As I said before, three wins in a row will save your sister.”

“And that’s it?” Winifred asked, feeling somewhat better. She looked over at Emily who looked pale, yet somewhat hopeful.

“Not exactly,” Mr. Rick told them with a smile. “There are risks involved. Say you threw a six and are trying to roll a six again, but you throw a seven instead.”

“That means?” Winnie asked anxiously.

“It means Monique over there will give your sister a little more current and you’ll have to start all over trying to win three in a row. At some point she will get too much electricity and you will lose as well.”

Emily went pale at the news. “Bloody hell, don’t do it! Dottie, don’t let her risk it!”

“Would you shut it?” Winnie called over to her. “We’re trying to save your bloody arse over here!”

“Don’t risk it or he’ll drown you!” But Winifred ignored her as she turned back to look at the co-owner.

“A seven or eleven?” she repeated carefully.

“Only on your first throw. If you roll a seven or eleven you win. Then you start the second time around by throwing again to see if you can win again.”

“Winnie, are you sure about this?” Dorothy asked nervously. “He wants to drown you if you lose.” Her sister gulped and nodded, trying not to think about being trapped in a tank of rising water if she lost.

Emily didn’t know how to feel about all this. She was hopeful they might win back her life. On the other hand she was concerned she was going to die anyway and that Winnie might be gambling her life away. What would their folks say if three of them ended up dying here at the Snuff Club??

“I’ve got to do it!” Winifred declared. Then she swallowed hard as she tossed the dice. They came up just short of the wall at 4-3.

“I win!” she declared excitedly. Mr. Rick just shook his head as Monique did the same from her vantage point near the controls to the chair.

“They didn’t reach the wall at the end,” he explained as he used his stick to corral them and bring them back. Then he handed them back over to her before asking, “Do you want to try again?”

Winifred looked over at her naked sister secured in the chair. Then she gulped nervously as she threw the dice again. This time she threw them so hard that one leaped right off the table.

Mr. Rick chuckled as he pulled the one die off the table and discarded it. Then he reached under and retrieved a brand new pair. “It seems your first throw was a little too soft while your second was a little too hard. Let’s see if this time you can get it just right.” He couldn’t help smiling.

The sisters looked over at Emily who was now starting to want out of the chair. The posts up her holes were uncomfortable and were making her squirm. And she was dripping from a shameful arousal. It was humiliating as hell; plus she had no desire to get shocked.

She had no idea what an electrical jolt would feel like. And she certainly didn’t want to find out. In an anxious voice she called out, “Would you just roll those bloody dice already and get me out of this bloody thing?”

Winifred tossed them with her right hand, trying to bounce them off the wall. They ricocheted off and settled at 5-2. “That’s a win,” Mr. Rick said with a smile, retrieving the dice and handing them back to her before reaching under the table to retrieve five one hundred dollar bills which he placed before her.

Winifred lit up at the sight of the money sitting in front of her. Emily let out a sigh as well at hearing the news. Dorothy breathed a little easier as her sister picked up the dice and threw them again.

This time they came up 4-4. Mr. Rick retrieved them and smiled. “Now you have to throw another eight before you roll a seven. It doesn’t have to be two fours; it can be any combination that adds up to eight. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

Winifred threw the dice off the back wall. They came up 4-2. Mr. Rick retrieved them before telling her with a smile, “No harm done. You can keep throwing safe numbers all night long if you wish. So long as you don’t roll…” and she threw them again. This time they came up 6-1.

“…that number,” Mr. Rick finished with a sad little smile. Over in the chair Emily gasped in surprise.

“What?” Dorothy said in alarm.

“It’s buzzing,” she whimpered as she squirmed a little. “At least it’s not too bad.” She didn’t dare tell her sister the kind of sexual effect it was starting to have on her.

“What happens now?” Dorothy asked as Mr. Rick took the bills away from in front of Winifred before retrieving the dice.

“Now we start all over. Remember, you have to make three wins in a row. Throw three sevens back to back and your sister goes free. Or throw three safe numbers and match them before you roll a seven.”

He started to give the dice to Dorothy, telling her, “New shooter.” Winifred snatched them out of his hand before telling him, “No, I think I’d better do it.”

He paused for a moment. “Normally we change shooters when someone craps out throwing a seven like that.” Then he looked at Monique who smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

“In this case I suppose we can make an exception. I’ll leave it up to you ladies to decide who throws the dice. Remember, the one who last threw is on the hook should something… unfortunate happen to your sister.” He smiled sympathetically at Emily who was still wriggling uncomfortably from a current that didn’t seem to be stopping.

Winifred nodded as she threw the dice again. They came up 4-3. Mr. Rick reached under and retrieved the same five bills and placed them in front of her before he retrieved the dice and handed them back.

Winifred threw the dice again. They came up 5-2. That’s when she blurted out an excited “Yes!”

Mr. Rick brought out five more bills and placed them in front of Winifred as he retrieved the dice and handed them back to her. Dorothy looked hopeful at the idea this might be over after only losing one sister.

“What’s going on?” Emily asked, appearing relieved to see the co-owner bringing out more hundred dollar bills.

“One more!” Winifred declared as she threw the dice. They came up 5-5.

“Now throw another ten and you’ll have $1,500 plus the $300 you won drawing for the joker, plus the $300 your sister here has, plus your sister’s life returned to you.”

She smiled confidently as she told him, “I can do that, love.”

Winifred threw the dice again. They came up 3-2. Mr. Rick retrieved them before handing them back over with a smile and a “No harm, no foul.” Then Winifred threw 6-1.

Emily let out a gasp as the current increased. The two sisters looked over at her in horror as Mr. Rick retrieved the ten bills he’d laid in front of Winifred. The original three from drawing for the joker were still intact. But would not be for long if she lost her life in this game.

“Starting over,” he told her as he retrieved the dice. “Bad luck trying to throw for a ten again.” Then he held the dice out as though seeing which sister would take them.

Winifred took them out of his hand and threw them across the table. They came up 3-1. She rolled a six and an eight before she came up with another seven. That’s when Emily let out another gasp as the power was increased yet again.

“Are you ok, love?” Dorothy asked anxiously, knowing full well her sister wasn’t the least bit ok.

“B-Bloody hell!” Emily sputtered. She was now wriggling against the probes up her holes. And it felt like her nipples were burning and wouldn’t stop.

“Maybe I should throw,” Dorothy offered. Winnie looked at her and nodded before asking, “Can we change shooters?”

“Certainly. Under normal circumstances we change shooters after every loss. In this case I’m allowing you to decide which sister throws the dice. After all, the one who last threw is the one on the hook in case your sister over in the chair succumbs.”

“I’m not doing very well,” Winifred nervously told her sister. “Maybe you’d better give it a go.”

Dorothy nodded as she accepted the dice. Then she tried to throw them the right distance. They bounced off the wall and came up 4-2.

“Well done,” Mr. Rick told her with a smile. “Now throw that six again. It can be any combination that adds up to a six.”

Dorothy nodded and threw the dice again. This time they came up 3-3. She let out a gasp of delight as Mr. Rick promptly put five one hundred dollar bills in front of her before retrieving the dice.

“That’s a win!” Winifred called over to her sister. “Two more and you’re home free!”

“W-would you h-hurry it up?” she gasped. Emily was on the verge of an embarrassing orgasm.

Dorothy threw the dice again, only for them to come up short. Mr. Rick retrieved them for her with a smile, telling her, “Off the wall, my dear.” Then she threw them again. This time they bounced off and came up 6-1.

“That’s a second win,” Mr. Rick said as he placed five more bills on top of the five already in front of the sister. Then he retrieved the dice and handed them to her, smiling as he told her, “The dice seem to like you.”

Dorothy threw them again. They bounced off the back wall and came up 3-2. Mr. Rick retrieved them and handed them over to her with a smile. “Now throw another five and I’ll have Monique remove your sister from the chair.”

Dorothy took careful aim and threw. They bounced off the wall. One dice teetered on its edge before toppling over. Together they read 5-2.

Emily let out a sharp gasp as the current was increased yet again. A moment later she cried out in shameful orgasm. She was simply unable to hold it back.

Her two sisters looked over at her in horror and astonishment. “Dreadful luck,” Mr. Rick told them as he retrieved all the bills from in front of Dorothy excepting the first three from their previous game. “Now you’ll have to start all over.” Monique just smiled encouragingly at them.

“Bloody hell; give them back!” Winifred gasped, becoming more then a little alarmed as she snatched them out of Dorothy’s hand. Over in the chair it looked like Emily was starting to get the shakes. She winced and moaned as she begged them to make it stop.

Winnie anxiously threw the dice and got a 6-1, which netted her back the same $500 as before. Then she threw a 4-2. She tried to throw another six, but the dice came up 5-3 and 2-2 before she hit the dreaded 5-2.

Emily screamed as she climaxed all over again from an increase in current. The posts were setting her holes on fire. Her nipples felt like they were going to burn right off.

Dorothy snatched the dice away from her sister and tried her luck again. She got a 5-2 on her first throw. But a 5-3 followed. She tried to match the eight, but ended up throwing a 4-1, 5-1, and then a 6-1.

Emily gasped and stiffened. She tried to form the words for them to do something. But she couldn’t get any air past her vocal chords.

“She’s doing quite well considering the circumstances,” Mr. Rick observed as he looked over at their shuddering sister. “It’s hard to predict just how much longer she can go. So I suppose you’d better choose wisely who’ll be throwing the dice.”

Dorothy tried again. Her first two throws were 6-1 and 5-2. For a moment there was renewed hope among the two sisters. But a 3-3 was followed by a 3-4.

Emily let out another cry as her pussy squirted. Now she was grimacing as though she was in agony. “At least she seems to be enjoying herself,” Mr. Rick observed with a smile. “But I’d be careful if I were you. You two might want to stop right now before we lose another one of you.”

Winifred bravely took the dice back. She told her sister, “Father would die if we lost you too, love.” But Dorothy was pretty sure he was already going to have a heart attack anyway.

They’d already lost Zilpha to a dreadful beheading. She had to keep looking over to confirm this wasn’t some ghastly nightmare and that her sister’s head was calmly sitting there separate from her body like that. What the hell would she do if she lost both Emily and Winnie??

Winifred threw a 6-1 for her first needed win of three. Then she threw a 4-4 and a 4-3. Emily gawked as the power was increased yet again.

Fluid was oozing out of her pussy. Her eyes were wide and she thrashed about as though she might tear herself apart in the chair. Mr. Rick acknowledged it with a sad little smile.

“Last one, ladies; win or lose. Let’s be merciful, shall we? Are you sure one of you wants to take a gamble with your life for your sister right now? I can always turn up the power and end this right now.”

Dorothy started to take the dice from her sister, feeling they’d come too far to stop now. “No,” Winifred stammered. “I’ll… uh… I’ll take the risk.”

“Winnie, no!”

“I’ve GOT to! Emily can’t take much more!”

She threw a 5-2 and earned $500. Next she threw a 6-2, needing another eight to match the point. She threw a 3-3, 5-4 and 2-2. Then she finally threw a 4-4, matching the eight she needed.

Mr. Rick smiled as he placed another five bills in front of her. “Maybe your luck is changing. Let’s hope so, both for you and your sister’s sake.”

Winifred just missed when she threw a 4-2. She was certain she could make that. But her last throw came up 4-3.

Emily’s cry was cut off as she really started to shudder in the chair. Her pussy sprayed as sparks arced off the electrodes attached to her nipples. Her head fell forward, violently jerked back, and then fell forward again.

Her eyes were wide, showing the agony she was in. She appeared to shake in the chair something fierce as sparks crackled off her nipples and clit. Then she slumped forward with her head bowed, her body appearing to twitch and jerk spasmodically as the current hummed loudly.

Monique mercifully turned off the machine. A tendril of smoke drifted out of Emily’s parted lips while another curled out of her steaming pussy. She did not show any signs of life.

“Bloody hell!” Dorothy panted, having just wet herself. Winifred was white as a sheet.

Mr. Rick calmly removed all the bills that were in front of Winnie. “Bad luck, ladies. I thought for sure you were going to do it that time.” Then he motioned for Monique to come get Winifred, instructing her to be disrobed before she was put naked into the drowning tank.

2018 (written Sep 7 ’18 by riwa)

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