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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(AF’s) Water Torture 4.2 (5)

Posted on April 12, 2019 by riwa

(reposted)

Hope found herself in an uncomfortable situation. Her husband must have gotten himself into trouble again. Now this man was here and wanted to know where he was.

He’d tied her to a plastic chair in the garage, threatening her life if she didn’t tell him where he could find her husband. She suspected her husband would end up dead if she said anything. But she also thought he might kill her if she told him. Thus, it fueled a stubborn streak within her.

“Where’s your husband, bitch?”

“I ain’t telling you a damned thing!”

“I think you’d better tell me what I want to know.”

Her response was an obscenity-laced suggestion as to what he could go do with himself. She warned him her husband was going to kick his ass when he found him. But she didn’t tell him when that might be.

“Where’s your husband, you fucking bitch?” Then he grabbed her throat and choked her. Hope began to rasp for breath.

He brought her to the point where she nearly passed out. Then he let go. She gasped, “You’re going to be so fucking sorry you did that, asshole!”

He was growing angrier by the minute. She wasn’t being the least bit cooperative. He sighed as he considered what he could use as another form of persuasion.

From a previous visit he knew they had a pool down by the river. How long could she hold her breath? It might be interesting to find out.

“Come on, bitch,” he growled as he started to loosen her bonds. “Let’s try something else.”

He untied her from the chair. She tried to make a break for it but he knocked her down. Then he tied her arms behind her back before tying her ankles together.

He slung her over his shoulders and headed out the door. “Where are you taking me, asshole?”

“I thought you could use a little sunshine.”

“Very funny.”

He carried her down the slope of the backyard to the fenced-in pool. She rained a flurry of obscenities down on his head. Then she promised him there would be hell to pay once her husband got home.

“And when is that going to be, bitch?”

“How the hell should I know? All I know is you better not be here when he arrives!”

He sat her down on her ass. There was a length of PVC pipe lying nearby. He set up a nearby cinder block, asking himself how long she could hold her breath before finally telling him what he wanted to know.

Hope watched him at his task. “You think you’re going to scare me? I’m in this damned pool every fucking day, asshole.”

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem with this, should you,” he said as he tied her to the end of it.

She felt an erotic jolt of alarm. How far was this moron going to go? What the hell did he think he was doing??

He finished securing her to the pipe before coming around in front of her and looking down at her sternly. “I think you need to tell me what I need to know.”

“Fuck off and die!”

“No, I think you’re the one who’s going to die.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare!”

She snorted derisively, shaking her head. Was this asshole really going to drown her? She tried to retain her bravado. But his words sent a chill running down her spine.

He picked her up, causing her heart to leap into her chest. Then he dumped her into the pool as she cried out, “You’re making a big mis-TAAAKE!”

She hit the water with a splash. Then he angled the PVC pipe downward. Hope went down with it.

She began to wiggle and squirm in a frantic effort to free herself. She shook herself as she kicked with her legs. But she was securely attached to that damned pipe.

She released air out of her nose as she concentrated on holding her breath as best she could. This asshole wasn’t really that stupid to drown her, was he? If she drowned he would never learn the location of her husband.

She kicked and squirmed, but the rope and chain securing her kept her attached to the pipe. She lost another burst of bubbles. Then she worked herself around until she was riding the pipe.

Her lungs began to burn; she was running low on air. Then she felt the pole dig into her ass and lift her upward. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she was brought to the surface.

She gasped madly for breath. Then she angrily sputtered, “You won’t kill me! I’m the only one who knows where he’s at!”

Angrily he submerged her once more. She bubbled as she was angled toward the bottom of the pool. She wiggled and squirmed as she rode the pipe, fighting against the rope and chain that held her.

Hope twisted and struggled, angry she couldn’t free herself. What’s more, he kept banging that damned pipe up against her ass. It was really starting to piss her off.

Her dress rode up her body, giving the fucking pervert a good look. That’s what infuriated her the most. The situation angered her more than it alarmed her.

The burn in her chest intensified until she could feel her lungs start to heave. But he wasn’t bringing her up right away. It gave her a jolt of fear and arousal.

She was pretty certain he wasn’t going to kill her. After all, she had the information he needed. But he was certainly having way too much fun at her expense. It was infuriating.

Her lungs heaved insistently as she started losing little bursts of air. She was approaching the limits of her ability to hold her breath. And still the bastard wasn’t letting her up. Damn him!

He finally lifted her up for a breath. Hope gasped as he bellowed, “Talk, damn you!”

“Go to hell!” Then he lowered her back down.

This time it felt like he kept her down longer. She was furious at his treatment of her. She found herself hoping she might get a crack at him herself. Then she lost a big burst of air out of her nose as she mentally screamed at him.

She felt the pole come up against her ass again, raising her upward. It was about fucking time! Then her head came up out of the water.

She yelled an obscenity at him. Then she bellowed, “GAWDDAMNIT – I’M GOING TO KILL YOU MYSELF!” That was all she got out before she was submerged again.

She was becoming exhausted. It was getting harder to hold her breath. Her heart hammered in her chest.

She wiggled and squirmed, kicking and crying out. She wished her husband was here to kick this guy’s ass and get her out of the water. But he wasn’t home yet. All she could do was bubble as she struggled against the rope and chain that secured her to the pole.

Up at the surface, her captor finally reached the limits of his endurance. She’d sassed him and cursed him. But she hadn’t shown the slightest inclination of telling him what he wanted to know.

“I’m tired of this bullshit,” he said in frustration as he let go of the pipe. “She’s never going to tell me!” And with that he jumped into the pool with her.

Hope heard the splash as she saw him enter the water. A moment later she felt him untying her wrists. It was about fucking time!

Once she was free she figured she might have a better chance of dealing with him in the water. But she was out of breath. A moment later he grabbed onto her before she could get back to the surface.

Hope wiggled and squirmed in his grasp, trying to break free. But he clung tightly to her. The situation had taken a very ominous turn.

He grappled with her, knowing she’d been holding her breath for a while. But he figured it shouldn’t be too much longer. It was only a matter of time before she couldn’t hold her breath anymore.

All he had to do was hold onto her and wait her out. She’d really pissed him off with her sass. Now she was going to pay. Besides, he wanted to drown her using the personal touch.

She wiggled and squirmed in a frantic effort to break free of his grasp. Her lungs heaved in her chest. She fought and struggled, but he was just too strong.

He straddled her body and pushed her down onto the slope of the pool bottom. He stepped on her back, easily holding her down with his foot. She burbled and flailed, unable to wriggle out from underneath. Exhaustion was stealing away her breath and energy.

He wrapped his hands around her throat and started to squeeze, adding to her growing panic. It was bad enough her lungs were on fire. Having a set of hands around her throat instinctively made her want to inhale. She released nose bubbles as she lost her breath, her mind acknowledging maybe he’d decided to just get rid of her and be done with it.

She winced as he throttled her, fighting like hell to hold her breath while everything inside her told her to inhale. A couple of buttons to her dress came loose, her nipples hardening from the terror of her predicament. The sole thought on her mind was the knowledge she couldn’t breathe and that he was eventually going to drown her.

‘Eat pool floor, bitch!’ he thought as he forced her head down toward the bottom again. She kicked and flailed weakly. But the way she was losing air indicated it wouldn’t take much longer. He was filled with a murderous rage that would only be quenched by watching her drown in her own pool.

She bubbled wildly as she struggled in vain, losing more of her precious oxygen reserves. She was becoming weak and disoriented from lack of air. Her lungs felt like they might explode out of her chest at any moment. The sensation of hands around her throat made it all the worse.

Her lungs heaved in agony; oh how she wanted another breath! But his grip was firm around her throat. It was all she could do to hold onto what little breath she had left.

Her lungs were an inferno, her stomach convulsing. She was dimly aware her dress had ridden up her body. She would have been indignant if she hadn’t been on the verge of panic and desperation.

Hope finally reached the limits of her endurance. Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving like mad. She so wanted to inhale… to get another breath.

She tried to hold it a couple seconds longer. Then his fingers eased from around her throat. He was just holding her down, making sure she drowned.

Hope lost most of her breath in a huge flush of nose bubbles. A moment later she gurgled as the urge to breathe finally overrode everything else. Then she began coughing and hitching as she tried to cough out what she’d just inhaled.

He felt her start to drown in his grasp. It was so exciting that it made his hardened cock go off. He creamed himself as he held her down while she spasmed and convulsed.

She hitched and gurgled, all caught up in the throes of drowning. It hurt like hell. She lost control of her muscles as she spasmed and convulsed until she finally went limp in his grasp.

In her last few moments of consciousness she wondered what would become of her husband. She hoped he would kick this guy’s ass once he found him. Then she wasn’t aware of anything anymore.

The life flickered out of her eyes as she shuddered from a death rattle deep inside her. There was no more movement on her part. In disgust her killer shoved her body away into the deep end.

Hope floated lifelessly at the surface as her killer stood up in the shallow end and walked toward the steps. He got a brief glimpse of her panties under the dress that had momentarily billowed up.

Hope floated lifelessly in the deep end of the pool. She stared downward with unseeing eyes. At least she didn’t have to wonder how long she could hold her breath anymore.

Her killer watched her drift around in the pool. He was still pissed she hadn’t told him anything. But he felt a great deal of satisfaction giving the bitch her come-uppance.

He’d even enjoyed a sexual release at the moment of her drowning. That had been an added bonus. But now he was going to have to find another way to locate her husband. At least he could leave the drowned wife out here in the pool as a message when the man came down looking for her.

2007; 2019 (written Oct 11 ’07; ed. Jan 25 ‘19 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Aqua fantasies “Mermaids in Peril Vol. 5” and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Obsession 4 (9)

Posted on April 6, 2019 by riwa

(an older story I’m reposting)

“Beth?! What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

Donna was blindfolded and was being led God-only-knew-where. It was hard maintaining her balance on her black high heels. Her heart beating wildly with anticipation as she wondered what her best friend Elizabeth was up to.

She’d made her remove her blouse before tying her arms behind her back at the wrists. It left her in a black skirt and red lingerie bra. She hadn’t anticipated she would end up feeling so exposed.

What the hell was this? Was this another one of Beth’s crazy stunts? What was she up to this time??

“Would you just relax!” her friend giggled. “You are so tense right now.”

“Shouldn’t I be?” But her friend giggled again.

Beth sounded like she was having fun over all this. It made her squirm even more. “Would you just calm down and enjoy yourself? Stop being so nervous. You’re going to get a real kick out of this; trust me! I know I’m sure going to!”

“Elizabeth? It’s hard for me to stand!”

“Shhh! We’re almost there.”

“Almost where? What are we doing in here? Someone’s going to catch us in here for sure!”

“It’s a Saturday, you spoilsport. No one’s around; I checked. No one’s going to catch us this time. Besides, I already came here earlier and checked the place out. Everything’s all set.”

“’Came here earlier? Checked the place out? All set for what? And why did you have to blindfold me??” Donna was aroused, but her unease was growing with every passing second.

“C’mon, Beth; I don’t wanna trip over something in here! You’re not going to get us in trouble again, are you?”

“We’re not going to get into trouble! And you’re not going to trip over anything, ok? I’ve got you, don’t I?”

As if to confirm the pronouncement of reassurance she felt Beth tighten her grip on her arm. She was being blindly escorted along. But escorted toward what?

Once more Donna found herself wondering why she always kept going along with her best friend during these crazy ideas she kept coming up with. Last time it was an impulsive skinny dip together in a public pool. That got them both kicked out of the establishment and had almost resulted in a fine. Now they’d broken into an empty warehouse simply because Elizabeth had promised her an extraordinary experience.

“Damn you, Beth! You’d better not get us both in trouble again or I’m going to KILL you!”

“Will you just relax already? It’s going to be fun!”

Her friend might have seemed nervous. But Elizabeth was terribly excited. She was on the verge of fulfilling an obsession, about to bring a long-held fantasy to life. And she was going to allow her best friend Donna to help her with it.

She couldn’t think of anyone else she’d rather share this special moment with. Besides, Donna was the perfect candidate. She was naïve, innocent and sexy as hell. She was going to be great!

Elizabeth led her unsuspecting best friend into the section of the warehouse she’d prepared earlier that morning. She felt an erotic jolt hit her hard when she caught site of her setup once more. Everything was in its place, all ready to go.

She gave a sharp little intake of breath. This was really going to happen! She found herself trembling with growing anticipation.

Donna sensed something wasn’t right. “Beth? You sound like… is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Elizabeth breathed excitedly, her body quivering as she looked around reverently. “In fact everything is just right. You’re really going to love this!”

It really was too bad she’d had to do this behind her friend’s back. She’d wanted Donna to see this before it was time. In fact she’d had this little fantasy Donna might have appreciated the effort she’d put into her setup. But that wasn’t likely.

She was certain her best friend would have freaked has she known. That’s why she’d been forced to take precautions. They were necessary to keep her girlfriend in the dark until the very last moment.

Donna’s feet wobbled in the heels, causing her friend to grip her arm tighter. She couldn’t see a damned thing! “Elizabeth?? Where the hell are we? C’mon, Beth… take off the blindfold already; you’re scaring me!”

Elizabeth inhaled sharply. Hearing the anxiety in her friend’s voice made her heart skip a beat. Her girlfriend’s fear was palpable, delicious and intoxicating.

Thankfully the poor thing couldn’t see anything, especially what she’d set up for her. It made her tremble excitedly, giddy with anticipation. She had no idea Donna’s fear would only add to the whole situation.

“C’mere,” she breathed, pulling Donna over and situating her in a certain spot. “Right here, baby… just stand right here.”

“Elizabeth?? What’s going on?”

“Shhh! Just stand right here, baby. Everything will be revealed soon enough.” And with that she reached upward.

Donna was frightened, nervous and aroused. Her friend was being damned secretive about something. For some reason it was starting to worry her. What the hell was Beth getting her into this time??

She did her best to stand still. But she found herself trembling on her heels. The whole thing was making her quite unsteady.

Elizabeth had begged her to wear them. So what the hell was her best friend up to anyway?

“Here. Let me just get this around your neck, ok?”

“Around my neck? Elizabeth; what are you…?”

“Shhhh!”

Donna felt something settle around her throat. It felt like a coil of rope. What the hell was this??

“Elizabeth?? What the hell are you…?”

“Ok – ok; you can take a look now.”

The blindfold was lifted up and removed. Donna blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. Then she looked at their surroundings.

They were in a corner of the warehouse, a place they’d snuck into a couple times before. This time her eyes was drawn to a digital camera on a tripod a few feet right in front of her. At her feet was a three-legged stool about a foot and a half tall. A small rope attached to one of the legs and led straight to the tripod.

Donna was reminded of the sensation of a rope around her neck. She looked up to see it run all the way up through an iron eye-bolt in the ceiling. It threaded back down toward a cleat on the nearby wall.

“Elizabeth??” Donna breathed anxiously, her voice quivering as her legs started to buckle. “What’s g-going on? What are you d-doing?”

“I’ve had this fantasy for a long time now… more of an obsession really. I finally worked up the nerve to carry it out. You’re going to be the star.”

“The star?? Star of what?”

“Your own hanging, Donna. I’m going to hang you. And I’m going to record it so I can watch it again and again long after you’re gone.”

Hang me?? But why??”

“I told you. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to hang another woman. And the more we hung out together, the more I thought about what it would be like to hang you. You remember how I talked about all those pictures I saw on the Internet, right?”

“Yeah, but… I never thought you were serious about it!”

“For a long while I wasn’t. But over the last couple of years it’s become something of an obsession with me. Every time I see you I keep picturing you swinging from the end of a rope. Sometimes it was almost more than I could bear, and I would have to take a hot bath and masturbate. Now I just have to do something about it while the opportunity here has presented itself.”

“Opportunity?? Beth, you can’t be serious!!

The moment was almost at hand. Elizabeth was so excited she had to pause and take a deep breath just to regain her composure. “Here, baby,” she cooed in a trembling voice as she adjusted the noose around her trembling friend’s neck. “Let me fix that for you, ok? After all, we don’t want your hair getting in the way now, do we?”

As she took the slack out of the rope she gently pulled the dark brown strands out of the way, strands that were hanging well past her friend’s shoulders. Moments later the noose had unobstructed access to her girlfriend’s slender throat. It caused the frightened woman to whimper with fear.

“There, that’s much better now, don’t you think?” Then she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

“Elizabeth??” Donna gasped, trying to fight back tears. “Don’t D-DO this! If you w-wanna go s-streaking through a p-public park then I’m w-with you!” But her girlfriend was eyeing her with a strange, almost rapturous look.

“If only you could see what I see,” her friend panted. “You look so fucking hot with a noose around your neck. This is driving me crazy, baby! I gotta do it NOW!”

“ELIZABETH???”

“Relax, baby; you’re going to love this!”

Elizabeth moved over to the wall where the rope came down to the cleat. “Now I want you to step up on that stool for me. Can you do that for me? Here; let me help you.”

Elizabeth leaned into the rope, taking out the slack. Donna gawked in alarm as the rope around her neck pulled her upward. She tried to cry out as she struggled to maintain her balance on her heels while stammer, “B-B-BETH???”

“Now you know why I wanted you in those heels,” Elizabeth said cheerfully. “They’re going to look so fucking hot as you kick and dance for me. I thought about doing you naked, but this will work for now. C’mon… be a good girl and step up for me. I know it’s not easy in those heels. But you can do it.”

To further encourage her reluctant friend she leaned even more into the rope. Donna gawked and gurgled as the noose started to lift her upward. It hurt so much that she instinctively started to step up onto the stool… anything to relieve the tension around her neck.

Her bound hands jerked helplessly behind her back. She was terribly unstable on her heels, almost losing her footing. She managed one trembling step upward and then the other before shuffling her feet, just barely stabilizing herself.

“Beth, please!! I can hardly keep my balance!”

“You won’t need to for much longer, Donna. Gawd; I almost wet myself with excitement when you stepped up onto that stool. Now just hold still for a sec, ok? Let me get this rope tied off again.”

Elizabeth made sure the slack was all taken out. Donna rasped as the noose tightened ominously around her throat. Beth wrapped the free end several times around the cleat so it wouldn’t loosen.

When she finished she almost ran over to the camera and the tripod; she was so excited. “Gawd – you look great!” she breathed reverently, intently studying her best friend as the poor woman quivered in the noose.

Donna shuffled around on her heels, struggling to remain upright. The rope was so snug around her throat that she instinctively stretched upward to make it easier to get her next breath. She couldn’t believe her best friend was actually going to hang her!

The scene was so erotic it was all Beth could do to keep from orgasming right then and there. “Damn, baby! I should’ve brought a mirror so you could see yourself! I don’t even have a compact!”

Elizabeth curled her lip unhappily, wishing her friend could see herself. A moment later her excitement returned. “Gawd, baby! Are you as excited as I am? I can’t believe I’m about to live my fantasy! Aren’t you the least bit excited?? That would be so hot if you were looking forward to hanging every bit as much as I’m looking forward to hanging you!”

“P-p-please g-get me d-down! Elizabeth, I d-don’t wanna h-hang!”

“Maybe you’ll get into it once you’re dancing on air, Donna! You’re going to love this, baby – TRUST ME! I think you’re really going to get a kick out of it!” She couldn’t help giggling at her pun as she stepped behind the tripod.

She eagerly turned her camera on and checked the LCD display so she could properly center her best friend into the middle of the video. A moment later she snapped a couple of pictures. The flash startled her intended victim, making poor Donna cry out in alarm.

Elizabeth checked the pictures. They appeared to look just fine. “Donna, I’m telling you: these look great!”

“ELIZABETH??? P-P-PLEEEEZE…!”

“Hang on, baby; I’m almost ready!”

Beth made a few final adjustments. Then she reached down and grabbed onto the rope that led to the footstool her best friend was now violently trembling upon. Donna’s eyes flashed in horror.

Up ‘til now she was praying her friend was playing a horrid prank. How far was the crazy bitch going to carry this through?? She was really starting to scare her!!

Elizabeth had to catch her breath. Then she grinned at her noosed friend. “I was going to strip you naked, but I just can’t wait any longer. I’m so wet down below that I gotta do this right now or I’m going to cream my panties! I hope you understand!” Then she leaned forward conspiratorially.

“Are you ready, baby? Are you as excited as I am right now? Or are you scared?”

“Elizabeth???”

“Tell me you’re scared, baby. I want to know how frightened you are. Tell me… it’s such a fucking rush!”

“G-GAWD, B-BETH – I’m TERRIFIED! Don’t D-DO this to me! Beth… PLEASE! You’re S-SCARING me!”

“Gawd, that’s so hot! I’m so excited I think I’m going to cum the moment I take the stool away! Damn, Donna! I was kind of hoping you’d be terrified. That should really make you kick up a storm!”

She paused dramatically as though catching her breath. “Now give me a good dance, Donna! Then she started pulling slowly on the rope to the stool.

Donna’s eyes went wide in horror as she started shaking her head. She cried out as she felt her link to the floor of the warehouse start to slide out from underneath her. She shuffled her heels as she tried to maintain contact with the stool. But it slid easily on the smooth, cement floor.

She gawked as her heels slipped once. Beth gasped with delight as she continued pulling the rope attached to the leg of the stool. Then she gave it a cruel jerk.

The stool abruptly scuffled out from underneath her. Donna dropped, causing her to hit the end of the rope with a jerk and a “GAWK!” She couldn’t believe her bitch of a girlfriend had actually done it!

Her feet stretched downward, toes pointing at the floor as her heels fluttered for something to stand on. The stool was well out of reach as she kicked toward it. Then her body exploded in a flurry of activity.

She started to kick in a frantic effort to find something to stand on. Her body twisted and gyrated as she struggled in the noose. That’s when Elizabeth’s long awaited pent-up orgasm exploded inside her.

She let out a cry as her body was assaulted by wave after wave of intense pleasure. It was so damned hot watching Donna kick in the noose. She was so overwhelmed with arousal that she almost knocked the camera over.

Donna felt intense agony in her neck as she swung back and forth. The noose was fully supporting her weight as her feet splayed out and then kicked erratically. She was unaware her neck was starting to lengthen.

Her body started to rotate, her hands flexing helplessly behind her back as she gawked and gurgled. There was an intense burning in her chest from lack of oxygen. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before in her life.

She pleaded with her eyes for her best friend to cut her down. But her friend looked maniacal… like a woman possessed. There was a look of pure bliss in her expression as though she was drunk.

Donna couldn’t believe it. It was as though her best friend had become someone totally unrecognizable. Elizabeth had morphed into a complete stranger, touching herself all over as though she was gyrating in some form of hypnotic trance. Her eyes were open wide, glazed over in rapturous wonder. She even looked like she was having a small seizure.

Donna’s mind screamed, “Elizabeth… PLEASE! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!” She opened and closed her mouth in an effort to cry out. But she couldn’t make the words come to the surface. They were hung up somewhere in her throat, just beyond the coil of rope slowly constricting her windpipe.

As full-blown terror overwhelmed her, the horrible realization of her impending death set in. Donna’s body erupted in an explosion of frantic movement. Her legs kicked wildly, setting her to swaying and swinging in the noose even more. Then she gawked and gurgled, twisting violently in a frantic effort to draw just one little breath of air into her tortured lungs.

Elizabeth could only watch in wide-eyed wonder. The young blonde struggled to remain standing as she watched her best friend perform a wonderful dance of death. The orgasmic sensations in her body didn’t seem to be subsiding at all! As soon as she felt one start to fade away Donna would either jerk, gurgle or kick wildly again, triggering yet another series of intense explosions of pleasure inside her.

She couldn’t believe it! It was far better than she’d ever thought possible, far more than she could have hoped for! She should have hanged Donna long ago!

“You look so fuckin’ hot!” she breathed appreciatively as poor Donna twirled and swayed in the noose. “Gawd – you’re giving me such a great dance!” Then her best friend jerked and spasmed again in the clutches of the rope.

It set off yet another intense orgasm within her. “Oh GAWD – oh FUCK – oh GAWD!” Elizabeth gasped as the erotic sensations once more coursed wildly through her body.

It was becoming increasingly harder to pull any kind of air into her body. Donna kicked with greater urgency in a frantic attempt to get another breath. Deep in her loins she felt a surge of something sexual swell within her.

Each gasp for air was painfully brief, incredibly short-lived. Each one left her starving for more. She discovered that with each kick there was a hint of slack in the rope, immediately followed by a greater constriction of the rope around her neck.

Her breath came out in short little rasps and gurgles. Each attempt to intake another breath was worse than before. The pain around her neck was unbelievable, the fire of breathless agony in her chest unbearable.

Donna’s thighs rubbed together until something exploded deep inside. She felt the heat of something warm and pleasurable. But it literally took the life out of her.

Elizabeth almost lost her ability to remain standing. “Fuck, baby; did you just cum??” Then she gasped as her eyes rolled in orgasm. Knowing her best friend has just climaxed in the noose made the whole thing ten times better than she could have possibly imagined.

Donna suddenly hung limp, having expended all of her energy. She swayed helplessly in the noose, her hands flexing uselessly behind her back. Her lungs heaved in her chest as they screamed for a decent breath of air.

Her head felt like it was going to explode. She was getting to the point where she could barely feel her legs anymore. Her nipples felt like they were going to pop right through her bra.

Donna tried to breathe but was unsuccessful. The noose had completely closed off her windpipe. With the sudden realization there was no more air forthcoming, her softly swaying body suddenly jerked and hitched in protest, erupting one last time in a series of desperate kicks as her lungs struggled to pull air into her body. One high heeled piece of footwear went flying through the air.

Elizabeth gasped wildly for breath, having finally come down from her series of continuous orgasms. Then Donna went off once again in a flurry of jerks, spasms and kicking legs, setting her body to swinging wildly once again as she lost a heel. Elizabeth barely managed to breathe out an “OHMYGAWD – THAT’S SO FUCKIN’ HOT!” Then another excruciating orgasm exploded inside her, ravaging her body.

Elizabeth collapsed into a heap on the floor. She somehow managed to maintain direct eye contact with the swinging body of her dying friend. The whole damned thing was so much more than she could have possibly bargained for.

Donna was dimly aware of the intense agony in her body as her systems began shutting down one by one. With a final shudder she stopped fighting altogether. She swayed softly as her vision began to cloud.

She was conscious enough to feel a flush of pleasure as an orgasm went off inside her. It sent warm waves flushing through her tortured body. A moment later her humiliation was complete as she lost control of her bladder. Urine completely soaked her thong before dribbling down her legs, dripping off her exposes foot and her remaining heel.

She hung limp in the noose, consciousness fading fast. Her body slowly turned in place until she caught sight of Elizabeth lying in a heap on the floor. Her best friend was looking at her, her eyes wide as she gasped heavily for breath.

For a moment she wondered if Beth had somehow fallen and hurt herself. Then her vision failed, even as she tried to open her eyes to see better. Donna hung limp, barely conscious as all feeling stopped below her waist.

Her lungs tried to scream one last time in her chest. Her body twitched and shuddered with small, involuntary spasms. A death rattle burbled up from somewhere inside her. Then her eyes glazed over as consciousness abandoned her. Drool fell off her tongue as it protruded out of her parted lips.

Elizabeth could only watch in awe as her best friend expired in the noose. She saw the bodily twitches, heard the guttural rattle. It elicited a low moan or rapturous pleasure out of her own throat as one final orgasm caused her to stiffen, then shudder.

Unable to prop herself up on the floor of the warehouse any longer, she went totally limp. Elizabeth sagged in a heap, never taking her eyes off her friend’s dangling corpse. Donna’s body slowly rotated while swaying back and forth like the motions of a dying pendulum.

She finally became still, her body slowly turning in place. Urine dripped off her remaining heel. A spasm rippled through one of her legs as her head hitched.

Beth was awestruck. “Gawd, baby; that was great!!” Then she struggled to get to her feet.

She felt dizzy, weak all over. She swayed like a drunken sailor as she slowly walked up to the body of her best friend as it hung in the noose. Then she reached out and gently touched the fabric-covered breasts of her best friend. Donna’s nipples appeared to be painfully hard.

“Was it good for you too, baby?” she purred as she lovingly caressed her dead friend’s tits through the material. “Gawd – I gotta see this!” And with that Beth began undressing her with trembling hands.

She started with Donna’s bra, unclasping it until it hung loose, exposing her dead friend’s sexy boobs. Then with a quiet reverence she began softly caressing those lifeless mounds. They were warm to the touch, both nipples fully swollen.

Once more it triggered an orgasm within her, albeit a small one. Elizabeth stiffened and then shuddering as a warm wave of pleasure washed through her. Then she caught her breath before moving further down Donna’s dangling body with her hands.

Beth slowly pulled Donna’s skirt down until her soaked thongs came into view. There was a distinct smell of urine and a whiff of bowel. But there was also a strong, feminine smell.

Allowing the skirt to fall to the floor, she reached out and lovingly touched her friend’s thong, discovering how wet and sticky it was. There was indeed a mixed smell of cum and urine. Elizabeth smiled at the thought.

“I thought you might cum, baby. I’m so glad. It was such a turn-on seeing you orgasm in the noose.” Then she lovingly stroked the dead woman’s soaked thong.

Elizabeth reached up and caressed Donna’s breasts once more. Then she sighed with great pleasure and satisfaction. “You were great, baby. But I gotta leave you now. You have no idea how much this has meant to me. I’ve got it on video, and I swear I’ll treasure it forever!”

Kissing a couple of fingers, she placed them gently upon Donna’s parted lips. Her friend just stared off into space with lifeless, unseeing eyes. Elizabeth sighed once more before walking over and gathering up her camera equipment.

Looking around, she decided that it would be a nice gesture to leave her precious Donna hanging just the way she was. It occurred to her someone else with an obsession such as hers might discover the body and derive great pleasure from seeing it dangling in midair. “Call it my gift to whomever finds you, baby,” she told the corpse with a contented sigh as she headed for the exit, her gear in tow…

2008; 2018 (written for Donna Jan 4 ’08; ed. Dec 8 ‘18 by riwa)

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Beheading the Countess 4.4 (12)

Posted on March 30, 2019 by riwa

Countess Dorothy Wellused from Cockshire, England travels across the channel on a nobleman’s frigate. She is worried about her sister Emma Grey who lives in Paris. She has not heard from her in quite some time.

She knows the peasants are in revolt and that the city is unsafe. Her attendants beg her not to go. But Dorothy is determined to find out what, if anything, has become of her dear Emma.

Once on French soil she is able to obtain a carriage as due her nobility. Again she is warned against traveling to the great city. There are hangings and beheadings taking place every day, victims from the aristocracy of which she is one. It means great danger if a woman of her nobility were to be captured. But Dorothy fears for her sister’s safety more than her own and cannot be dissuaded.

As she gets closer to Paris she begins to ponder what might happen if she were to be captured and sentenced to lose her head. Would there even be so much as a trial? Or would they simply have her beheaded right away?

Dorothy absentmindedly touches her neck as she gives the matter some thought. What would it feel like? Would it be quick? She’s heard the stories of the French Razor in use and how some of the bodies jerk and spasm in their death throes. She finds it strangely exciting to contemplate.

It takes a day and a half to travel from the coast, with a night stop in a small village. Countess Wellused is treated with respect, at least for now. But again she is warned to turn around and head back to England. Her safety cannot be guaranteed, certainly not within the city limits of Paris. If her sister has not written in some time, perhaps it is wiser to assume the worst and simply go back to England.

Dorothy will have none of that. She has to know for certain if Emma is alive or dead. So she gets up the next morning, pays handsomely for the hospitality of the Inn where she’s spent the night, and then continues on inside the carriage

As they near Paris they see smoke on the horizon from several fires. Her driver again pleads for her to turn back. But Countess Wellused will not be swayed.

She tells herself she wants to learn the fate of her sister. But is that the real reason for making such a dangerous trip? Once again she caresses her throat, wondering how it would feel being sliced by the French Razor. Is it ladylike to experience such wetness at the thought?

The driver pleads for a small concession. If she is determined to carry on, can they at least make an approach into the city on a less traveled road? What good will it do her to enter the city and be captured right away and executed before she learns of her sister’s fate? Countess Wellused agrees to the driver’s suggestion.

When they reach the outskirts of Paris they receive many ominous looks from the citizenry. Dorothy feels a shiver of dread mixed with a strange arousal. Is it true; would they seek her head if she falls into the wrong hands? Has her sister already suffered a similar fate? She writhes in her seat from shameful stirrings.

She gives the address to the driver, allowing him to use his discretion as to the best route to take to get there. But as they travel deeper into the city the looks from the peasantry grow more ominous. Dorothy begins to question the wisdom of learning of her sister’s fate only to face her own upon French soil. Why does this not frighten her as it should?

They are only a few blocks away from the address she seeks when several of the peasants get in their way, stopping the carriage. There are angry cries as a mob forms. The driver panics as he tries to make the horses run. But he’s violently pulled off his seat into the street.

The doors open and rough hands reach inside. Dorothy screams as she is pulled out of the carriage. Almost immediately there are cries of “NOBILITY – NOBILITY; OFF WITH HER HEAD!”

Her heart races as they drag her through the streets. She has no idea where they are taking her. Her only thought is she has taken a great risk and is now about to pay the ultimate price for her foolishness.

She is actually dragged past her sister’s dwelling, a building she recognizes. She tries to crane her neck for a better look, hoping for some sort of indication whether Emma is alive or dead. But she sees nothing that confirms or denies her fears. Has she made the trip in vain?

She is roughly taken down the street to what appears to be a large barracks. Hope begins to build she might be spared by the militia. But when they arrive she discovers it has already been taken over by the citizenry.

She’s hauled inside before a makeshift tribunal. The cries of “BEHEAD HER!” sound all around her. A man with white hair and a white beard who looks like he belongs out scavenging the streets for food rather than in a position of authority immediately pronounces her guilt and sentences her to death at sundown. The peasants all cheer before they scatter to the winds to alert their friends and neighbors of her impending execution.

Dorothy is taken down a long corridor where she is locked in a small room with a window. A moment later she hears a thunk outside followed by a loud cheer. She goes to the window and looks out to see a French Razor on a platform surrounded by a multitude of peasants.

Have those people been out there this whole time? Has the entire city gone mad?? The Countess shivers with dread as well as a perverse arousal.

As she looks out the window her breath catches in her throat as the head of a man is pulled out of a rectangular wicker basket, the neck dripping of blood. A moment later she feels faint. She also feels a horrific arousal.

The nude body is unstrapped from the bench. The corpse is rolled off the platform into a waiting cart below. It quietly thumps against something, causing the Countess to jump with a start.

Dorothy cannot see the interior of the cart. But a distinctly feminine arm dangles over the side. It tells her it is not just males who have been losing their heads out there.

The executioner – a man in plain pleasant attire – carelessly tosses the head into the cart to the cheers of the crowd. There are more cries for bloodshed. In a loud voice he declares the cart must be emptied before it can be refilled.

Dorothy shivers again as she leaves the window. She goes to a corner and crouches on a bed of straw. Apparently the condemned are not to be granted any comforts.

A strange calmness settles upon her. Save for a miracle, she is about to experience what it will feel like for the blade to kiss her neck. Soon she will have the answers to her many disturbing questions about the French Razor.

She hears the cart being taken away. The crowd outside begins to disperse. But there are cries for more beheadings, including “that filthy aristocrat in the red velvet dress”. Dorothy shivers when she realizes they are referring to her.

She has no idea why she feels so calm. She cannot understand why she is experiencing a growing dampness in her crotch. Why does this arouse her so?

Her thoughts return to her sister. The barracks are not far from Emma’s home. Has she already been scooped up and executed? Have they left her alone to go on about her business? Or has she fled the city and simply been unable to get word across the channel to her? It is her lack of knowledge about her sibling that distresses Countess Wellused the most.

She dozes off in the corner, the stress of the last few hours finally catching up to her. A couple hours later she is awakened to a crowd gathering outside. There are sadistic cheers along with cries of “BEHEAD HER – BEHEAD HER!”

Dorothy rises to her feet and goes back to the window for a look. Outside a woman in her twenties is being marched up the steps to the platform. Her hair looks strangely shorn.

She wears a flowing dress of green. Clearly it is too expensive to be found on the back of a peasant woman. It appears another of the bourgeoisie is about to be beheaded.

The poor thing catches sight of the bloody lunette and basket awaiting her head and starts to faint. The two men on either side of her help her up the last of the steps. She lets out a plaintive cry that is swallowed up by the lustful cheers of the peasants demanding her head.

Dorothy is shocked when the woman’s outfit is pulled off her body, revealing an expensive undergarment. The dress is tossed into the crowd to lusty cheers. Three peasant women fight over it until one grasps it triumphantly.

The undergarment is next to come off. That too is tossed into a delighted crowd. The poor thing is horrified to be fully exposed.

The cart suddenly rolls up. The peasants are forced to make room until it sits next to the elevated platform. Dorothy realizes when her time is come her corpse will not be taken away in a carriage or expensive hearse for a proper burial as it may have been back in England. She doesn’t even know what they are doing with the bodies.

The woman is laid upon the bench and slid forward until her head goes through the opening. She catches sight of the bloody wicker basket below and starts to wail as the lunette is brought down upon her neck. A moment later she loses her voice as her larynx spasms from her terror.

Dorothy watches in horrified fascination as the woman is strapped down – upper back, fleshy buttocks, and lower legs… with arms pinned to her sides. The cheers grow louder. Then one of the men pulls the lever.

The blade falls swiftly as the poor girl tries to scream again. Then it bottoms out with a loud thunk, her cries abruptly silenced. The head falls and disappears inside the wicker basket.

Blood spurts from the severed neck into the basket as the peasants roar their approval. Countess Wellused sees the naked body jerk and spasm. A moment later she realizes she has just wet herself.

The male who pulled the lever reaches down and pulls the head out by a handful of bloody hair, displaying it to one and all. Blood stains part of the face, obscuring formerly graceful features. There are lusty cheers as well as eager cries for more blood.

Dorothy gets a look at the horrified expression frozen on the face of the beheaded woman. The second man unstraps the still twitching naked corpse from the bench. The body is unceremoniously rolled off the bench onto the floor of the platform… and then rolled over the side to disappear into the waiting cart below. A moment later the head is carelessly thrown in which Dorothy hears land with a soft thud.

The Countess is horrified. She is also perversely aroused. It is hard for her to process the knowledge it will soon be her turn to ride the French Razor.

The crowd cheers as a male is brought out and taken up the steps. He has already been stripped of his belongings. He sports an erection dripping of cream which Dorothy cannot help staring at.

She is unable to look away as he reaches the top and is forced onto his stomach upon the bench. Dorothy’s heart beats fast as the straps are thrown across his body. He is tightly secured until he is left writhing helplessly.

The crowd roars for more blood. There are so many gathered outside to serve as eager witnesses to the spectacle. Then the blade falls.

The man’s head abruptly drops into the wicker basket as his severed neck pumps out his life’s blood. The loud thunk of the blade hitting bottom causes the Countess to jerk with a start. It is so horrific… so perversely erotic.

His head is pulled out of the wicker basket and displayed for all to see and cheer as his corpse jerks and spasms. His body is freed from the straps and rolled off the bench onto the platform and then into the waiting cart below. When his cock swings into view Dorothy sees it has ejaculated as bits of cream fly. Then the head is carelessly tossed into the cart to join his body along with the beheaded woman’s corpse

The Countess is mesmerized. She cannot look away as they are brought out one by one. Two more men are brought out, one naked and the other dressed. But his clothes are forcibly removed and tossed into the eager crowd before he is secured and loses his head.

A middle aged woman is brought out next. It looks like her hair has recently been shorn. She looks distressed, perhaps more for the loss of her hair than the fate that now awaits her.

The countess notices the woman’s erect nipples on her sagging mounds. No doubt an expensive undergarment was used to heft her breasts to enhance her beauty. Now she is jeered as she is forced down unceremoniously onto the bench.

No time is given for final words or even a prayer. The stained blade falls again and her head drops into the wicker. When it is retrieved there is a look of frozen shock, no doubt from the moment the blade kissed her neck. Dorothy wets herself again.

The crowd roars once more as the body is unstrapped and then unceremoniously rolled off the platform into the cart. The Countess gets a brief view of breasts and naked flesh as the corpse hitches and spasms. Then the crowd cheers as another male is brought out, this one a nobleman with greying hair.

At that moment there is a sound over by the door. It swings open and a male steps inside. Dorothy scans his frame and likes what she sees. Under different circumstances they might have spent a pleasant afternoon in the English countryside with a picnic basket and a frolic in the grass.

“Come,” he demands as he approaches her. Instinctively she speaks out.

“I am Countess Dorothy Wellused of Cockshire England. I have come to Paris seeking my sister.”

“They will enjoy witnessing the beheading of a Countess,” he says as he grabs her arm and pulls her out of the room. “Maybe I’ll behead you myself.”

“But I’m trying to find my sister–“

“Silence!”

Her breath catches in her throat as he drags her down a hall where they enter another room with a chair and a table. Her captor throws her into the chair and then picks up a dagger from the table. Dorothy lets out a cry as her beautiful blonde locks are sliced off.

Her lovely yet expensive coiffure is crudely shorn from her head and tossed onto the table. With her hair shortened she feels the cool late afternoon air on her neck. It sets her to shivering when she realizes her neck will soon be experiencing more than just a late afternoon Paris breeze.

He demands she remove her garments. When she balks he roughly pulls the red velvet dress off her body as well as her undergarment, leaving her naked and trembling. “You have no rights here, Countess; don’t toy with me! I am the one with all the rights now!”

He lewdly gropes her full breasts, daring her to protest. Abruptly he bends her over the table. Dorothy hears movement behind her, the familiar sound of another garment coming loose. Then she feels fingers in her wet slit.

She whimpers in shame as he hisses into her ear, “I see the Countess is wet. You must be excited at your impending beheading. Or maybe’s it’s just that you’ve had so many men back in England. I guess one more won’t make a difference, will it?”

He brutally thrusts his cock into the folds of her wetness. Dorothy gasps at how rough he is. But she cannot help clenching. A release of pleasure is most needed after all she’s experienced thus far.

He grasps what’s left of her golden locks and forces her head down onto the table as he brutalizes her. She whimpers and cries out at a violation so shamefully wonderful. “You’re certainly an accommodating Countess; I’ll give you that. But you’ll get no mercy from me or the crowd outside.”

She lets out a cry of pleasure as he rapes her. She is almost there, but he cums too quickly. He fills her with his seed and then pulls out moments before she can experience pleasure for herself.

He loops her garments over his arm and grabs the bulk of her shorn golden locks. “These will fetch a handsome bounty for some poor peasant you aristocrats have abused.” Then he grabs her arm and marches her out the door, her slit dripping his seed.

They go down a different hall to a door. Then they are outside on the edge of the crowd. On the platform the blade drops, causing Countess Wellused to jerk when she sees a naked body start to hitch and spasm all secured to the bench. The crowd again roars its approval.

The head is pulled out of the basket, another woman of noble birth. Her naked corpse is released from the bench and then rolled off the platform down into the cart. Dorothy observes how the dead woman once had great beauty.

“Let us through!” her captor demands as they begin pushing through the crowd. “I’ve got another one!” Dorothy realizes the daylight has started to fade. It is sundown; she is right on schedule.

Members of the crowd around her catch sight of the red velvet dress. The man begins to holler, “I HAVE A COUNTESS HERE! LET US THROUGH; I HAVE A COUNTESS HERE!” Those around them begin to chant for her beheading, the rest of the crowd picking up the cry.

Dorothy feels humiliated at her nakedness. The seed of her recent coupling drips shamefully out of her slit and slithers down her legs. She is certain everyone in attendance knows what has recently transpired between her and her escort.

The peasants part, allowing them to reach the steps. A male descends to help escort her up to the platform. The crowd cheers her impending doom before they start to chant for the two men to behead the Countess.

When she sees the bloody wicker basket Dorothy’s legs nearly give out as they near the top of the platform. The men on either side grasp on tightly so as not to lose her. They don’t want this one to break her neck, not when it is destined to be kissed by the blade.

The Countess sees the blood-stained lunette. She looks up and catches sight of the dripping blade. She gasps and whimpers as she clenches her thighs together. At that moment she shamefully wets herself, much to the cheers and jeers of the peasantry.

The man who abused and disrobed her turns her around to face the gathered multitude. “I PRESENT TO YOU COUNTESS DOROTHY WELLUSED!” Then he tosses the red velvet dress, the undergarment, and the shorn hair into the crowd which are all fought over. The remaining spectators cheer before they cry out for her beheading.

The two men march her over to the bench. Before she is forced onto her stomach, her rapist enjoys one last grope. “Too bad, Countess. I would have enjoyed taking you again and again.” Then he laughs as she is forced face down onto the bench.

She whimpers as she is slid forward through the bottom of the lunette on the wooden structure. She is given a clear view of the bloody basket below where her head will soon land. She inhales sharply as the top half of the lunette comes down.

Instinctively she clenches her thighs together. She is unable to prevent another small flow of urine from her erotic terror. She is so very close to experiencing a shameful orgasm.

They are just strapping her down when she distinguishes a cry separate from the others. There is a commotion in the crowd; a woman is trying to push her way through. Despite the chants and cries she can just make out, “NOOO! THAT’S MY SISTER; THAT’S MY SISTER!”

She catches sight of Emma trying to push closer as though to save her. She is in a simple peasant dress, her former flowing strands cut short. It appears as though she is trying to blend in with the peasantry.

Dorothy blushes with shame the way her sister can see her like this. She grunts as the last of the straps are tightly secured. The loud chants of “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” drown out her sister’s horrified cries.

She shakes her head as she tries to warn her, mentally crying out, “No, Emma; go back – go back! Don’t associate yourself with me!” Then she hears her rapist declare, “BEHOLD THE COUNTESS!”

The crowd hollers back “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” Dorothy winces with anticipation. Then it swells within her. She’s about to have the biggest orgasm of her life.

It is just starting to crest when the French Razor vibrates. A moment later the sensations below her neck abruptly cease as a sharp pain slices all the way through her quivering throat. Dorothy feels a sensation of falling… tumbling until her face is pushed up against something.

A flow of something warm hits the back of her head. Off in the distance it sounds like a crowd is roaring. Then she feels light as a feather as she is brought up into the fading light of day for all to behold.

The crowd cheers from its bloodlust. She catches sight of her sister with her head buried in her hands as though she is sobbing. A moment later she is horrified to see three male peasants grasp onto Emma’s arms and start to strong-arm her forward.

Dorothy’s head is swung around until she sees the other male releasing her hitching, jerking corpse from the straps. She is freed and her body is rolled off the bench. There’s a distinct stain in the wood where her bladder released, hers and many others.

She sees how wet her slit is and the seed of her rapist still slithering down her legs. She has a moment to admire her proud breasts and erect nipples. How many males have suckled on those nipples back in England? Then her naked corpse is unceremoniously rolled off the platform into the waiting cart below

She can see all the naked bodies now as hers lands on that last beheaded female. Then she feels airborne as her head is tossed. She lands near the semi-erect penis of a recently beheaded male. But her vision is failing and she cannot reach him with her mouth.

She suddenly finds herself looking down on the scene from above. But how can this be? Isn’t she supposed to be dead??

She’s horrified to see her sister being dragged up onto the platform, writhing and screaming as the crowd hollers for her head just because she’s the sister. Dorothy watches as Emma’s peasant dress is ripped off and thrown to the appreciative crowd. Underneath, the expensive undergarment betrays her status. It is ripped off as well as the crowd hollers for her head.

Emma is forced face down upon the bench where her sister perished mere moments ago. She is strapped down as the lunette is brought down onto her neck. The crowd lets out a lustful cry to behead her.

Dorothy’s rapist, still up on the platform, gleefully grabs the lever. He only pauses a moment. Then the blade whooshes down with a loud thunk, and Emma’s head falls away.

It must be Dorothy’s punishment. Somehow she’s been condemned to watch the beheading of her sister. Then the Countess feels herself fading away.

Mercifully she is not allowed to witness the executioner lift up her sister’s head for all to see as the crowd roars its approval. She does not observe the twitching, spasming body being unstrapped and then rolled off the platform into the cart below, landing askew on top of her own corpse. She does not see her sister’s lovely head fly through the air until it bounces unceremoniously into the cart.

It’s probably for the best…

2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 25 ’18 by riwa. Inspired by a langewapper idea.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on March 27, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming April rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
Emma gets caught snooping in the cellar and faces a little asphyxiation for her crime.
A daughter confronts her mom in the tub over dating a guy she’s already been seeing.
Nucea joins a gang. Jealousy from the other girls leads to her facing the noose.
The conclusion to Purge night.
Brinda gets a bad medical report and makes a fateful decision.
She gets Suzan to try the noose.

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

The lab results are back. They found no cancer in the lymph node or the tissue surrounding the original melanoma. That’s the good news. But I’ve been developing fluid so I’ve not been sitting at my computer as often as I want in order to keep my leg elevated. Thus I don’t have stories prepared the way I usually want to. So I hope to get maybe two-three more to you this month. Taxes and medical bills are coming in so I’ll be understandably distracted for the next month or so.

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers. And thanks so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Breathless in the big city (3-6-19)

7077 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new illustrated story inspired by a comic created by JustPaul.

Brooke travels to New York and stays at a hotel with a deep pool on the top floor. She brings along some play-toys to enjoy while she’s in the water. She especially likes to cuff herself on the bottom while she gets off. But will the sexy MILF get carried away and get herself into trouble? Will that handsome desk clerk young enough to be her son come to her rescue? (33 pages; 45 renders)

As a bonus, the 23 page comic is also included.

Shelly 11 (plus bonus) (reactivated 3-6-19)

18240 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a return to the Shelly series. Added is a bonus of ten shorts grouped into one document illustrated by miscellaneous pictures found around the Internet.

Shelly 11 – Those four attractive girls with their skimpy bikinis decide it’s time to train me to do some serious breath-holding. I’m sent to the bottom where I’m subjected to long breath-holds while they strip in front of me, teasing and taunting me in an attempt to get me to inhale. Shelly is right there egging them on until they suddenly turn against her. Now are we both in trouble? (20 pages)

Breathless shorts – A collection of ten short stories with illustrating pictures involving females in orgasmic, gasping situations (that could prove lethal). (20 pages)

Island 13-14 (plus club bonus) (3-20-19)

15158 words – $5.50

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

Island 13-14 – With Francis gone, Karla and Eva become the new power couple. The rest of the inmates must choose sides. And with another contest on the way, inmates must decide if they will resign themselves to the inevitable or commit themselves to practicing holding their breath. (17 pages)

Jaime 16-18 – Three chapters that conclude the Club fundraiser. Girls end up on the Entertainment stage and in two private rooms. (In the guillotine contest room two girls lose their heads. Another pageant contestant loses her head on the stage. In a private room two pageant girls are hanged by three doms. And the winner of the contest gets to hang a pageant girl chosen by the audience.) (19 pages)

Shelly 10 (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 3-20-19)

17483 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older, recently edited stories including another tale from that infamous Club. Included is a bonus story.

Shelly 10 – It’s back to the pool where Shelly works. This time there are four attractive girls with skimpy bikinis in the deep end. I am eventually allowed to time them as they have a breath-hold challenge. The second challenge includes me being down there underwater with them. But things take an ominous turn when I become their target for fun with Shelly’s permission. (16 pages)

The whore’s last fuck – As requested by her husband, Eve Lickem is whored out. Then her cum-covered body is taken up onstage before an appreciative crowd. (She is impaled before she is taken downstairs where she is gutted and then roasted alive before being served to the patrons of the Club.) (9 pages)

Relieving the tension – A visit to the chiropractor includes a bonus session in the hot tub. There is a monitor that shows erotic recordings. Then the assistant goes under and holds her breath, helping me relieve my tension in a very special way. My thanks to JustPaul who was inspired to provide the additional poser render to give the readers a taste as to the contents of the story. (7 pages)

Dear Diary 9 (plus bonus) (reactivated 3-20-19)

21251 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of erotic stories, one involving the potential of a little bubbling while the other has some gasping situations.

Dear Diary 9 – After dinner Kristen goes to her room while her mom and dad go outside to use the pool. She is texting her best friend Tina who suggests she go down and see if anything erotic is happening in the water. But Kristen gets far more than she bargained for when she goes down and gets involved in some family fun in the pool. It will prove to be an evening of scary/erotic, breathless fun. (14 pages)

First night of a brand new life – Melissa and Robert are cheating on each other. But things come to a head when Robert takes the initiative by inviting his mistress over to enjoy his wife before they give her a proper send-off. But what will happen when his lover gets so turned on that she wants to experiment with the very same length of coiled rope they used on Melissa? (28 pages)

Catfight Interrupted (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 3-20-19)

46414 words – $8.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a previously posted story. Included is a complete Club tale, also previously posted. I decided to include all five chapters to the Sorority saga right here for those who are missing any chapters or who just want it all in one fell swoop.

Catfight Interrupted – Brandi comes back home after a few days with another lover and discovers the locks have all been changed. She also discovers her husband has taken on a new lover during her absence. A confrontation ensues in the backyard and moves into the pool. The husband comes home and decides to trap both wife and lover under the cover as a way to get rid of two problems in one shot. (7 pages)

Sorority night at the Club – For years all Paris has heard from her mother is Pi Omicron Rho Nu this and Pi Omicron Rho Nu that. Now she’s finally graduating high school and will be starting college and joining the sorority despite less than ideal grades. But pledge night takes place at the Club… and there’s a special display case for those who don’t quite “make the cut” as they say. Includes all five chapters. (73 pages)

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Lucy wants to drown 4.3 (12)

Posted on March 24, 2019 by riwa

(A bonus story to celebrate me recovering from surgery with a great prognosis on my birthday last week.)

Hi Riwa. Please drown me. My name is Lucy.

Uh… Lucy? You’re naked.

Of course I’m naked. It’s because I want you to drown me.

Drown you?

Yes, drown me. Please drown me in my bath. I’m begging you.

You’re begging me, Lucy?

Yes, I’m begging you, Riwa. Please submerge my nose and mouth underwater. Just look at my big flaring nostrils. Don’t you want to see me blowing huge bubbles out of them? The bathroom is only a few feet away. Please drag me in there and drown me in the tub, ok? Please?

Is that the tub I hear filling with water right now?

Yes, it is. I called Tommy to come over and drown me, but he’s not home. You were the next one on my phone list. Once you agreed to come over I started filling the tub. Besides, I want to drown for someone I know who is really going to appreciate it.

You think I’m going to appreciate it?

You’re the one who writes all those sexy drowning stories, right?

Yeah, I do write a lot of drowning stories.

Then I know you’re going to appreciate it. That’s why I called you over. Now please drown me in my bathtub.

I’m not sure. You said you wanted me to drag you in there?

That’s right. I want you to drag me in there. I want it to be against my will.

Now I’m a little confused. I thought you wanted me to drown you.

I do. But I don’t want it to be easy. I want to fight you the whole way. That way my fear will make my drowning all the more exciting. It’s possible I might even cum while I’m drowning for you. Wouldn’t that be hot? If I cum for you during my drowning, won’t that make it even better?

I’m not sure. I suppose so. But I’ve never forced a woman to drown for me before.

That’s not true. I’ve read your stories. You’ve forced lots of women to drown.

Well, the situations they were in meant they were forced, yes. But I personally didn’t force them.

But it still got you excited, am I right?

I’m not sure I want to answer that.

(looks down at his crotch) Hah! I knew it. You’re already getting a bulge. Is it because I’m telling you how much I want you to drown me? Or is it because you’re already thinking about it?

I’m not sure I want to answer that one either.

I was right. You’re getting excited just thinking about drowning me, aren’t you! Well how do you think I feel? I’m getting all turned on just thinking about you forcing my head under until all my nose bubbles come up for you. So now you’ve got to drown me!

I’ve got to drown you??

Hell yeah! Can’t you see how hard my nipples are under my shirt? I made sure not to wear a bra so it would help excite you even more.

Well, I don’t know…

I can tell you want to (reaches forward and grabs his bulge). You’re already thinking about my drowning bubbles and the way my body’s going to spasm for you, aren’t you? I can tell because you’re starting to get hard. You have no idea how much it turns me on knowing you might cream yourself as I drown.

Well, I…

I left some items in the bathroom to help you drown me. You might see something in there that inspires you. So go right ahead. I’m willing to go with the flow. It’s a big bathtub and there’s plenty of room for me to bubble, thrash about and drown for you. But we’d better not stay out here too long or the water’s liable to start spilling over the side of the tub.

Well, I suppose I could…

(starts to scream) NO, DON’T HURT ME! DON’T DROWN ME; PLEASE!

Hey, what are you doing? Be quiet; don’t scream like that.

Then I suppose you’d better shut me up – PLEASE DON’T HURT – mmmmppffff! That’s much better.

Damn! I guess I’ll have to cover your mouth if you’re going to keep screaming. All right, let’s drag you into the bathroom and see what you’ve got in there. I’d hate for water to spill all over your floor – will you please stop kicking?

That’s right; drag me into my bathroom. C’mon, Riwa; I want you to get into your role! I promise it’ll make it more exciting for me too! (muffled attempts to cry out)

(drags her into the bathroom as she kicks. Sees the tub is almost full and turns off the faucet. She starts to break free and his hand comes off her mouth) NO – NO – PLEASE DON’T DROWN ME! LET ME GO! PLEASE DON’T – GRGBLGREBLGLRBLGLR!

(bends her over the edge of the tub and forces her head under the water) If you’re not going to stop screaming, I guess I’ll have to find some other way to shut you up. This way is just as good as any other I suppose. (looks around while she kicks and bubbles) Now where did you say this stuff was?

(screams and bubbles until she goes limp in his grasp. He panics and pulls her up) That was *gasp* that was fantastic!

It was?

Hell yeah… PLEASE – PLEASE; DON’T DROWN ME! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! I DON’T WANT TO – GRGBGLRBLGRLBLG! (starts to kick again as her head is pushed back under)

I, uh… ok… I guess… (looks around the bathroom and sees handcuffs and duct tape.) Damn, you came prepared, didn’t you. You really want me to use these items?

(in her struggles her skirt starts to come down… or is she pulling it down herself? Then she goes limp again. He quickly pulls her head out of the water.) *gasps*

Oh, so you want to be naked for this, eh?

(nods head) Please… please don’t – grbglrbglrbgrblg!

(pushes head back under. Rips blouse off chest as bubbles come up. Hears moans and bubbles as skirt is pulled down, discovering the crazy bitch is naked underneath… then pulls her head back up)

*gasp* Ok – ok, I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t hurt me! Now tell me you’re going to drown me.

What did you say?

I want you to be sadistic and tell me you’re going to drown me. I want to know that’s the ending you have planned for me and that you keep rubbing it in just to be sadistic.

I don’t think I’m, uh… all that sadistic…

PLEASE NOOOO! PLEASE DON’T DROWN ME – BGRGBLLLBGRGBBGR!

(pushes head back under the water) Hey, don’t scream like that; ok?

(bubbles come up as he looks for and then reaches for the nearby handcuffs. Forcibly cuffs her arms behind her back. Bubbles come up as her shoulders twist and turn)

You know, I’m still not quite sure about…

(screams and bubbles as she pushes her ass back against his bulge)

You know? I think you’ve talked me into it.

It’s about fucking time! I can feel his bulge in my ass as he forces my head under! It’s such a turn-on knowing how hard he is!

 (her head is pulled up) *gasp* No… please… I’ll do anything…

Shut up. You know? You’ve become a royal pain in the ass; you know that? It’s going to be a pleasure drowning you. (reaches for the duct tape)

Oh fuck; that really gave me an erotic jolt! NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU CAN’T…. DON’T HURT – BGFRBRFGLLBGRGBL!

(bends her over side of tub and forces head back under. Starts to wrap duct tape around her legs so she cannot kick.) If you’re going to kick me then I think I’m going to have to put a stop to that once and for all.

(pulls her head up) *gasp* P-please, I’ll do anything you want! P-please don’t d-drown me!

Anything I want?

Anything!

What if I want to watch you drown? What if I want to watch the bubbles come up until you go still at the bottom of your tub? What if that’s what I want? Will you drown for me if that’s what I want to do to you?

OHMYGAWD; PLEASE DON’T DROWN ME – GRBGLBGLRBRGLGBRGL!

(forces her head back into the water. Finishes duct-taping legs. Pulls head up.)

*gasps* P-please don’t hurt me! I’m so fucking horny right now! He’s really getting into this! Wait; what are you doing??

(starts to duct-tape arms to body around her lower chest) I’m making it so you can’t fight me so much. I’m making it so I’ll have an unobstructed view of your bubbles when you drown for me.

No… please… I’ll do anything you want… just don’t drown me… I’m scared of drowning!

Oh really? Are you really scared of drowning? (reaches down and fingers slit, noticing how wet it is and how she moans.) You don’t seem all that scared to me. In fact I’d say your body is looking forward to it.

NOOOOOO – BGBGLLLBGRBG! (head is forced back under) Fuck; he’s good at this!

 (watches the bubbles come up… pulls head up) *gasp* (finishes wrapping duct tape around lower chest.)

No! P-please! Y-you can’t be serious!

Oh, I’m serious. You’ve talked me into it now. I’m really looking forward to drowning you.

He’s really hard now! Fuck; I think he’s really looking forward to this! Now I’m starting to get scared!

(holds her at arm’s length and sees she’s not going anywhere and can’t put up much of a fight.) I want to thank you for the handcuffs and the duct tape. You went to a lot of trouble for me. I do appreciate it. It should make your drowning all the more exciting now that I’ve got you all tied up.

N-n-no! You can’t do this to me! I don’t want to drown!

Too late to change your mind now. Besides, I think you’re looking forward to it. (rubs and gropes breasts and teases erect nipples.)

Please! I’ll suck your cock! I’ll do anything! Please don’t drown me!

You know? I just might take you up on your offer. (starts to undress)

Oh thank you! I promise you won’t regret it. I can see how hard you are – NOOOOO!

(picks her up and lays her in the bathtub with her head propped up.) Ohmygawd; now I’m in the tub! He’s really going to drown me! This is really going to happen!

Are you comfortable in there? Maybe I’d better get in with you and make sure. (climbs naked into the tub with her and straddles her)

NOOOOO! PLEASE! YOU CAN’T… I DON’T WANT… OHMY…

Would you like a taste of what it’s going to be like to drown? Would you like to experience the beginning sensations of what it’s going to feel like? I hope you don’t mind water up your nose. But that’s ok because I’m sure you’ll give me great nose-bubbles; am I right?

Nooo! Please don’t – grgblrgblrgblgrgl!

(submerges head and stretches her out on her back. The surface of the water’s at least a foot above her head. Smiles down on her) How does that feel? Does that excite you having to hold your breath? Can you feel the fear and excitement welling up inside you?

Oh fuck; what have I done? This is scary-exciting! (bubbles come up out of her nose as he puts his cock between her breasts. Grabs her tits and pushes them together, smiling as he gives himself a titty-fuck)

Such nice boobs. They’re going to shake and wobble wonderfully when you drown. I’m going to get a great show of nose bubbles and shaking boobs. Are you looking forward to this as much as I am?

(shakes her head; more nose bubbles.) He’s fucking my tits with his cock! I’m so fucking scared and excited!

(lifts her head up. His expression changes to one of uncertainty.)

Is he changing his fucking mind? He can’t change his mind now, not when I’m so close and so fucking horny and terrified! *gasps* Damn! You are so fucking good at this, aren’t you!

Excuse me?

NOOOOOO! PLEASE DON’T DROWN ME! I’LL DO ANYTH – BGRBGLRLBLLLRGBGRL!

(pushes her back under and starts to fuck her tits again. She wriggles and squirms in fear and arousal, momentarily forgetting her role as a look of bliss fills her face. Lungs strain, accompanied by more nose bubbles… mouths “PLEASE DON’T DROWN ME!)

Those are great bubbles, Lucy. I can see the fear in your eyes. Can your tits feel how hard my cock is? Perhaps you’d like a closer look? (pulls head up out of the water)

*gasp* I’ll do anything you – GUMPHH!

(impales open mouth with cock.) You did promise to suck me, did you not?

(sucks cock; body surges with fear and arousal) I’m so fucking scared and excited right now! He’s so turned on! I think he’s really going to enjoy drowning me!

(slowly pulls out of mouth and smiles at her) Are you happy you get to suck cock one last time?

(whimpers) Please…. (silenced as cock is pushed back into mouth.)

Let’s see if you can hold your breath while you’re sucking my cock. Maybe you’d like to drown this way.

(grunts up nose bubbles as her head is forced back under) Ohmygawd! I’m so scared… so fucking aroused! (releases more nose bubbles)

You have wonderful nose bubbles. Does it help when I cover your mouth so you can only blow them out of your nose?

(grunts and bubbles; lungs heave) Fuck; I think I’m going to cum!

(pulls out of mouth. More bubbles come up. Pulls head up and holds her up by her shoulders as he smiles.) I’ve got to hand it to you, Lucy. You’ve convinced me. I’m really going to enjoy drowning you.

Noooo… (bubbles as she’s gently pushed back down onto bottom of the tub. His hand presses against her mouth.) Now when you drown it’ll only be nose bubbles that come up. That’s what you wanted to show me, isn’t it?

(eyes wide; heart beats fast; lungs start to strain; starts to lose nose bubbles) Ohmyfucking gawd; I think I’m going to cum!!

You know what’s going to happen, right? You’ll keep trying to hold your breath. But eventually your lungs will really start to hurt. You’ll start releasing more nose bubbles to ease the strain. But it won’t be enough; it’s only going to get worse.

(eyes open wider; lungs heave; loses more nose bubbles; pussy throbs)

You’ll reach the point where you just can’t hold your breath any longer. You’ll gulp a lungful of water, unless I’m covering your mouth. Then you’ll lose your breath through your nostrils before you snort water into your nose.  Then you’ll spasm and start to drown. It’s going to be so painful, Lucy. But I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.

OHMYGAWD! (eyes roll as body shudders.)

Did you just cum? I think you just had an orgasm, am I right? (reaches down and pulls head up.)

*gasps weakly*

Wasn’t it nice of me to let you cum first? Do I get credit for that?

(eyes wide; pants tiredly)

I think you’re ready. Well I’m ready too, Lucy. I think it’s time I drown you now.

(eyes widen; shakes head) Ohmygawd; he’s really going to do it! I’m so…. I’m so fucking….. DO IT, RIWA! DROWN MY FUCKING ASS!

I’m going to fuck your tits nice and slow now, Lucy. I’m going to fuck your tits as I watch your face. Let’s fucking do this, ok? I’m so fucking hard right now that I’m probably going to cum the moment you start to drown. If you’re lucky you’ll be conscious enough to see the kind of effect your drowning is having on me. Won’t that be nice?

(panting like crazy; can’t stop squirming) No… please…

I’m ready and so are you. You can’t wait to blow all those sexy drowning nose bubbles for me, am I right? So let’s get started, shall we?

(eyes widen anxiously as he slowly lowers her back down) NOOO! *gaaaaaasspppppp*

(gently submerged to the bottom of the tub as little bubbles trickle out of her nose. Eyes widen with fear and arousal) OHMYGAWD; THIS IS IT!

(moves forward, straddling her chest so she cannot lift her head far enough. Squeezes her breasts together as he slowly starts to fuck her tits.)That’s right, Lucy. You wanted to drown for me? You wanted me to get into the spirit of the thing? Then let me assure you that breath you took? That’ll be the last one you ever get.

(eyes widen; starts to squirm; feels a surge of excitement in pussy) OHMYGAWD-OHMYGAWD-OHMYGAWD!

 You wanted to drown for me; right, Lucy? You wanted to show me those nose bubbles as you drowned for me, right? Ok, have it your way. I’m ready to see them anytime you’re ready to give up your air for me.

(reaches down and gently covers mouth) This will help, right? Now you won’t have to worry about it. Now you’ll have to blow nose bubbles as you drown.

(flashes a momentary smile of lustful excitement. Stomach gently ripples and smile is gone. Nose bubbles come up.)

That was to ease the strain, am I right? It won’t do any good, Lucy. You’re still going to drown for me.

(stomach ripples more as chest hurts. More bubbles leak out of nose.) Those are good ones, Lucy. But your drowning ones will be better, am I right?

(feels the fear and shakes head involuntarily as more nose bubbles are released)

You’re going to drown, Lucy. You’re going to drown and I’m going to cum. Isn’t that exciting? (reaches down and starts stroking cock)

(eyes get bigger. Head starts to shake from side to side. More nose bubbles. Body starts to wriggle.)

Just let out that air, Lucy. You won’t be needing it anymore. You want to drown for me, remember? You want to drown for me, and now I want it too.

(More nose bubbles; lungs heave.) OHMYGAWD! I CAN’T… HOLD IT MUCH LONGER…. I THINK I’M GOING TO……

 (loses a huge burst of nose bubbles. Snorts water into nostrils. Shudders hard in orgasm as lungs open up.) OH FUCK; I’M CUMMING AND DROWNING!!!!!!

(removes hand from mouth; furiously strokes cock) Gawddamn; that’s hot, Lucy!

(gulps water; coughs up water and bubbles; gulps more water; screams in her mind; starts to hitch and convulse)

Fuck yeah, Lucy! (cock goes off; cum spurts underwater) Can you see what you just did to me? Can you see the effect your drowning is having on me?

(eyes wide; gulps water; body hitches and jerks and convulses; occasional bubbles out of nose and mouth) STILLLLL….. CUMMIIIIIIING……

That’s the way, Lucy. That’s one hell of a drowning you’re giving me. Did you see how you made my cock spurt? You must be cumming too; am I right?

He really… spurted… fucking hell, he… he really loved it!

(body bucks and shudders; starts to settle down. Stares up in shock as stray bubbles leak out of nose.)

(squeezes rest of cum out of cock) Damn, that was good, Lucy. Tommy is going to be so fucking pissed he missed this. That was one hell of a drowning.

(gentle convulsions; stares up in shock) Am I still cumming? I think I’m… still cumming…….

 (stray bubbles leak out of nose… body goes still… stray muscles hitch… lifelessly stares upward)

Hell of a show, Lucy; hell of a show. (starts to climb out of tub) But now I’ve got to go. I suppose I’ll have to write all this down so Tommy can read it later. He’s going to be so disappointed he didn’t get to watch you drown. I’m glad you talked me into it. It was one hell of a drowning.

(gets out of tub and starts to dry off) Now I’ve got to get dressed and go. You just lie there like a good girl and enjoy being drowned. You sure look sexy as hell lying down there on the bottom like that. I bet you’d love it if you could hear me say that. Maybe you’re spirit is floating around in the room somewhere and you got to hear it. Oh well; one can always hope…

2018 (written for Tommy Sep 2 ’18 by riwa)

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Miss Woodcock 4.5 (34)

Posted on March 24, 2019 by riwa

 Miss Woodcock – English teacher

Part 1

My name is Miss Woodcock – Anita Woodcock. Yes, I know how it sounds. But since I’m attractive I’ve made it work for me.

I teach remedial English at City College, home of Pi Omicron Ro Nu. So I know all about what goes on there. And yes, I get my fair share of “woodcock” jokes, innuendo… and of course the real thing, if you get my meaning.

You’d be surprised how many kids start college with a failing knowledge of English. My task is to train these young men and woman to be able to read and write where their primary school has failed them. I consider myself quite good at my job.

You see, in college I’m allowed to use any incentive I can think of to get these kids to pass. Yes, that means I sometimes use my body. But it also means some of these kids don’t survive. And for that I’m allowed to see to most of those executions myself.

I used to teach high school. But the faculty at City University found out I had a pretty decent graduation rate. They wanted me to apply my skills to incoming freshmen. So naturally I took the job as it meant better pay.

Back in high school the teachers try real hard not to get involved with their students. But once they become seniors and turn 18 we’re allowed to start using “other methods” to get them to pass. I don’t mean we simply grade them on their horizontal skills. But we do use any motivation we can to get them to apply themselves. When that doesn’t work we resort to other more lethal measures.

I can still remember my first hanging. His name was Robert Faraday. Bobby crossed my path while I was teaching remedial English back at Dolcett High.

Somehow he reached his last year of school without being able to read or write. He was a basketball player who transferred in from another school. I have no idea how he managed to stay on the team.

Apparently the faculty found out about it. They decided they could not graduate him without improving his English skills. So he ended up in my class.

I was starting the spring remedial semester when he was thrust into my room along with a sheet of paper explaining his deficiencies. I was dressed in a charcoal checkered jacket and short skirt with nylons that highlighted my legs. My white blouse revealed a small amount of cleavage. After all, I want my class to know I can be playful, yet serious.

Mr. Faraday brought his paperwork up to me and smiled. He saw my name on the blackboard and cracked a joke, suggesting he could certainly help me find a good ‘woodcock’ if I was interested. The class laughed.

I knew I had to shut him down right then and there. So I skimmed the paper he handed me. Then I gave him my most seductive smile.

“Mr. Faraday; it seems you’ve joined my class none too soon. You’re never going to get a scholarship to City University if you can’t spell your own damned name. And you’re certainly not going to play on any professional basketball team someday, not if you can’t even read a fucking contract. But I do look forward to watching you hang before eating your ‘woodcock’ as a nice appetizer when they’ll be serving you at the school cafeteria for lunch next week.”

The class broke out in laughter as he blushed a bright red. He wisely decided not to take me on any further. “The name’s Bobby, Miss Woodcock,” he answered in a subdued tone.

He meekly took an empty chair near the front of the class. “Fair enough… Bobby. I think we’re going to get along just fine. Now can anyone here tell me what a noun is?” When they all gave me that deer-in-the-headlights look I sighed heavily, knowing it was going to be a very long semester.

—

Right away I knew Bobby was going to be a problem. Either he didn’t have an aptitude for English or he felt like he just couldn’t be bothered with it. So after the first week of class I had him stay after for a little consultation.

It hadn’t taken long after our first encounter before he was back to his old, cocky self. “What’s up, teach?” he asked with a snicker. “Need a little ‘woodcock’?”

“Not at all, Bobby,” I replied with my most charming smile. “Right now I just need you to pass the damned class.”

“No can do, Miss Woodcock. I guess you’re just going to have to pass me anyway.”

“It’s not going to work like that this time, Bobby. Either you pass this class or I hang your sorry ass in front of my fireplace. It’s strictly up to you, honey. So what’s it going to be?”

He looked at me for a long moment. I could see I’d gotten him to at least think about it. I was only ten years older than he, so he must have thought I was joking.

He smirked as he tried to call my bluff by saying, “Miss Woodcock, you haven’t got the balls.”

“I’m sure you’ve got plenty of balls for the both of us, Bobby.” I paused to look at his crotch admiringly, smiling sweetly before I went on. “But rest assured: I will hang you if you fail this class. What… you don’t believe me?”

“No, Miss Woodcock; I don’t.”

“Didn’t you read the paperwork you signed that you brought into my class?” He just looked at me blankly.

“That’s the issue here, Bobby. We take great pride here at Dolcett High in graduating our seniors. If you can’t pass English, I get to hang you personally.”

“That’s bullshit, Miss Woodcock… uh, ma’am!”

“Oh? Allow me to read this little sentence in the paperwork you tried to sign.”

I pulled out his file and found the paperwork he’d brought with him that first day. I skimmed through it until I came to the pertinent section. Then I read it aloud to him.

“I, the undersigned, do solemnly agree that if I cannot pass remedial English, the teacher of said class… That’s me, Mr. Faraday… has full permission and authority to execute me at his or her leisure with any measure he or she deems appropriate, my body to be provided to the school cafeteria for the following day’s lunch.”

He stared at me for a long moment, the smirk frozen on his face. Then his expression morphed to uncertainty. I smiled at him as I told him, “I like hangings, Bobby. I like it when a boy’s cock hardens and spurts its load as he dies.”

Up to this point I’d only witnessed a couple of hangings as an interested spectator, paying close attention to the procedure. I suspected sooner or later I would be involved in hangings of my own. It didn’t look like there was much to it other than having a location and the equipment necessary to carry one out.

“I won’t let you hang me, Miss Woodcock. You can count on that.” He sounded determined.

“I see. Then you give me no choice but to turn you over to the Home Ec Department. I hear this semester’s lab work involves spitting and roasting live human beings. You know they either process volunteers or they gather seniors who are failing their classes. At the moment I’d say your situation doesn’t look very promising.”

He looked at me for a long moment. I could tell he was thinking it over, perhaps wondering if he should try calling my bluff again. Then his expression softened.

“Miss Woodcock, you’ve got to help me pass remedial English. I don’t want to hang. And I sure as hell don’t want to be spit-roasted while I’m alive to feel it.”

I nodded understandingly. “Just meet me halfway, Bobby; that’s all I ask. Meet me halfway and I’ll help you earn that C you’ll need to get into City University. Now go home and study your ass off. You’re excused.” And with that he slowly walked out of the room, having been given a whole lot more to think about than he’d probably anticipated.

—

I did everything I could with that class. I sometimes dressed provocatively to encourage them, and I tried to make sure they understood the difference between adjectives and adverbs. But Bobby didn’t seem to be getting the hang of it, if you’ll pardon the pun.

He didn’t get an F on the first exam I passed out to the class. Actually it was more like a G or an H; it was that bad. I decided I had to show him I meant business.

When class was over I invited Bobby to come over to my house after supper. He showed up promptly at 7. I think he was expecting me to cave in and accept the inevitable. I made sure he thought differently about his situation.

When he showed up I was all dressed up in a sexy police woman’s outfit. I had a noose all set up in my living room above the oak floor right in front of the fireplace. In my hands hung a set of handcuffs as I smiled seductively at him.

“Miss Woodcock?” he gasped in alarm. I couldn’t tell if he was more turned on at my outfit or more unnerved at what appeared to be a functional noose dangling from my ceiling.

“Right over here, Bobby,” I said with a smile as I grabbed onto the coil. “You were warned if you failed to pass one of my exams.” I had to disguise the excitement I felt at that moment.

He gulped as he started panting for breath. For a minute there I wondered if I was going to have a runner on my hands. Then he meekly came over, which actually surprised me a little.

I had him stand directly in front of the noose. It dangled from a pulley hooked into a beam in the ceiling overhead. The coil was thick and white with 13 nice, sturdy loops.

He went pale as it framed his face. “This is a momentous occasion for me, Bobby. You’re going to be my first hanging.” Then I made a show of cuffing his arms behind his back.

I brought the noose down around his neck and snugged it nice and tight, making sure the knot was behind his left ear. The poor boy was so scared that he promptly wet himself. A dark stain appeared in the crotch of his jeans.

“Can you feel that rope around your neck, Bobby? That’s what it’s going to feel like when I hang you… only much, much worse. But I’m not going to hang you tonight.”

He looked at me in surprise. Then I stepped behind him and removed the cuffs. Lastly I removed the noose from around his neck. The look of relief on his face made me smile.

“Mr. Faraday, I’m going to make you a deal. Your score was so low on this last exam I could hardly find it. So I want to give you a chance to improve. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. You get that grade up to a D and I’ll give you a blowjob as a reward. How does that sound?”

He looked at me in surprise as I seductively rubbed his cock through his jeans. I could tell I’d caught him off-guard, going from death to sex in ten seconds flat. Then I smiled at him as I sweetened the pot.

“Mr. Faraday, get that grade up to a C and I’ll let you fuck me. How does that sound?”

His eyes widened with disbelief and excitement as I kept rubbing him. Then he smiled with relief as though he’d like that just fine. By now his cock was really starting to harden in his jeans.

“Work extra hard and get that grade up to a B and I’ll let you take my ass, Bobby. You’d love to shove this nice ‘woodcock’ of yours up my ass, wouldn’t you?” And with that I rubbed his bulge even harder.

He excitedly nodded his head as he hardened considerably. I could tell fucking Bobby would be a real treat. Then I soberly brought him back down to earth.

“If you fail another test, Bobby, I’m putting your head back in this noose. Is that clear?”

He gulped and nodded. Then I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I want you to pass my class, Bobby; I really do. I even want you to get into City University if that’s what you’d like. So go home and study your ass off for me, ok?”

He nodded with a mixture of relief and excitement. Then I sent him on his way. “Study hard for me, stud,” I said with a playful swat on his ass. It was a nice ass too, one I would not have minded playing with so long as he cooperated.

—

From that day on Mr. Faraday began to treat me much better, at least in private. He even toned it down whenever he was in class, although he still had a reputation he tried to maintain. Somehow I had to get him to pass remedial English.

A couple weeks later I sprung a pop quiz on my students. I had a few failures I was naturally concerned about. But Bobby’s score was the worst.

When I handed it back to him I simply told him, “My place, Mr. Faraday. 7 PM.” He gulped and nodded. My nipples hardened at the prospect of getting him all noosed up and dangling.

He arrived promptly at 7. Once more the coil was all set up and waiting for him. But his eyes popped out of his head when I made my entrance.

I was wearing a sexy schoolgirl outfit. The white top barely came down past my breasts, showing a ton of cleavage. My stomach was fully exposed, and I had a short pink skirt with black and white lines crisscrossing like one of those tablecloths at a pizza joint.

I smiled as I playfully dangled the cuffs again. “The noose is ready for you, Mr. Faraday.” Then I stepped over and grabbed the rope before telling him, “Would you please step this way?”

I half expected him to resist… even put up some sort of protest. For a moment he stood there numb with shock. Then he just came right over and stopped in front of the noose.

I could tell he was trembling a little. But he offered no resistance as I cuffed his arms behind his back. Then I went around in front of him.

I smiled as I took the noose framing his face and looped it around his throat. This time he didn’t wet himself. I was excited to see an erection begin to develop in his jeans.

“This will be my first hanging, Mr. Faraday, and I’m really excited about it. Aren’t you?” He just gasped for breath in response, his breathing heavy and labored.

“One thing you should know about me, Bobby,” I told him with a lascivious grin. “I’m a real fan of Angel Lust. That’s when a cock hardens as a boy like you gets ready to die. And I see your impending hanging is already having an effect on you. So let’s take a look, shall we?”

I unhooked his belt, unzipped his pants and then pulled them down his legs. His cock bulged noticeably through his tighty whities. Then I pulled them down as well so his “woodcock” could breathe free.

I watched as it twitched, pre-cum beginning to gather at the tip. Then I pulled on the free end of the rope a little. It tightened around his neck, causing his cock to stiffen even more.

“Feel that, Bobby? Your body knows it’s going to die, but your cock wants one last release. That’s how it works, you see. It’s so exciting seeing how hard you’ve become. It’s making me so fucking wet with arousal. I may have to use my rabbit later on after you’re dead.”

I paused for dramatic effect. Regretfully I removed the rope from around his neck. Then I freed his hands from behind his back before telling him, “Pull your pants back up, Mr. Faraday.”

He looked at me in shock before gratefully pulling them up. He was astonished as he stammered, “You’re… you’re not going to hang me tonight, Miss Woodcock?”

“No Bobby; I’m not. Not tonight anyway. You may have failed the quiz I gave you. But you scored a couple points better than your last exam. That shows improvement. I certainly can’t hang you for showing improvement now, can I?”

“I… I sure appreciate that, M-Miss Woodcock.”

He finished buckling his belt. He certainly looked relieved as hell. But I thought I saw a flash of something else in his eyes that made me wonder.

“You’ve been trying your best in class, Bobby; I can certainly appreciate that. But you’ve got to stop chasing girls around campus and focus on your studies, understand? I’m sure I don’t have to spell out the consequences if you fail, do I?”

He shook his head… “No, Ma’am.”

“Now scoot,” I told him. Then I gave him another encouraging swat on his ass as he headed out the door. I was really hoping his scores would get better so I’d get a chance to play with that ass while he was fucking me.

2018 (written Oct 13 ’18 by riwa)

Part 2

I planned a big test for the students in two weeks’ time to gauge their progress. I gave it to them on Thursday. By Friday I had the results which I passed back out near the end of class.

As usual Mr. Faraday was dead last, although he’d managed to raise his score a couple more points. “My place, Bobby,” I said perfunctorily as I handed him the results. “Tonight.” I didn’t have to tell him the time or what lay in store for him.

There was a buzz among the other students. Some of them must have thought I was giving him some special “tutoring”. I didn’t care as I figured they were probably going to think what they were going to think anyway.

When he arrived I was in a grey blouse with the top buttons open to reveal my cleavage. At least my black skirt was modest. The cuffs dangled in my hand, the noose already set up.

I smiled at him with anticipation. Then I shook my head as I sighed, “Bobby – Bobby – Bobby. What am I going to do with you?”

He only paused a moment before he came right over and stood in front of the noose. His submissive attitude surprised me as it did not match his reputation in class. I decided to show him how serious I was.

“Drop your jeans, Bobby. Briefs too.”

He gulped and nodded as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and then lowered the whole thing. Almost immediately his dick sprang to life. I smiled appreciatively as I cuffed his wrists behind his back.

“My – my, Bobby. Is that your ‘woodcock’? Or are you just happy to see me?” He didn’t respond.

I carefully looped the rope around his neck, watching to see what his dick would do. It seemed to jump the moment the rope made contact with flesh. Then I pulled the noose tight, causing his cock to harden even more.

“Bobby – Bobby – Bobby. You keep hanging around ‘F’ territory, don’t you. Am I going to have to give you a little demonstration to show I mean business?” And with that I pulled on the rope.

It tightened as I pulled him up onto his toes before securing the rope in the pulley. Then I came around front and smiled at him. He rasped for breath as he shuffled around on his toes.

“Bobby, I don’t know whether I want to pass you or hang you. Your ‘woodcock’ sure looks nice though.” Then I reached out and stroked it.

He rasped and gurgled as it twitched in my hand. “My – my, Bobby. You seem to like that, don’t you.”

I stroked it again, noticing how it twitched in my grasp. “Hard to breathe, Bobby? It’ll get even harder once you’re airborne. You know that’s not good for your health, right?”

I continued to stroke him as he shuffled around on his feet. A moment later he started spurting. I got quite a bit all over my hand.

I smiled as I went around back, grabbed a towel and cleaned myself up. Then I worked the rope to the pulley. It loosened and let him back down so I could remove the noose from around his neck.

“Bobby?” I said to him as I freed him from the cuffs. “You realize at this rate we’re never going to fuck, right? But it sure looks like you’ll soon be doing a wonderful dance for me. Consider the handjob I just gave you as a little extra motivation as well as a small reward. After all, you did raise your score a few more points.” Then I sighed heavily.

“If we’re going to fuck, it looks like I’ll have to do it after you’re dead. I hope you won’t mind if I enjoy a little necro sex with you after you’re gone. Afterwards they’ll be taking your body to the cafeteria.”

He seemed apologetic. “I’m really sorry, Miss Woodcock. I’m doing my best.” But I sensed something wasn’t quite right, as though he’d somehow resigned himself to his fate. Was I going to fail him in more ways than one?

“Are you sure, Bobby? I wonder. I’m getting reports you’ve been out late at night with a couple of seniors. Is this true?”

“I’ll study harder, Miss Woodcock. I promise.”

“You’d better, Bobby. You still have to raise your test scores just to reach an F. But you are getting closer.”

“Thank you, Miss Woodcock.” And with that he was dressed and out the door as though nothing had happened. It made me wonder what he was going to tell all those girls he was fucking.

—

Two weeks later I tried another pop quiz. Many of the students were making a concerted effort judging by the scores I saw. Bobby was also getting better, but he was still falling short.

When I handed the quiz back to him I didn’t have to say a word. He just looked at me and mouthed “7 PM?” I nodded as I went down the row passing back quizzes.

Bobby showed up promptly at 7. The noose was already in place waiting for him. I stood there in the black, flower print dress I’d worn to class.

I shook my head and sighed heavily. This time the handcuffs sat on the edge of the fireplace eagerly waiting to be clatched onto his wrists. I paused a moment to allow him to take it all in.

He didn’t say a word as he looked at everything for a long moment. Then he gave me a questioning look. I just nodded soberly.

He quietly walked over to the noose without a word of protest. He even dropped his jeans and briefs without my asking. I stood there amazed how such an arrogant stud in class could be so submissive with me. Maybe it was the fear of being spitted in Home Economics that had softened him in my presence.

I watched with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he grabbed the noose himself. His cock was already hardening as he carefully looped it around his neck. He looked at me before carefully snugging it. Then he reached for the free end of the rope and slowly pulled.

Amazingly he actually worked himself up onto his toes. He rasped and gurgled as his cock got hard. I dispensed with the cuffs for the time being.

I couldn’t resist walking up behind him, reaching around and stroking his erection. Then I told him, “You know, Bobby? If I didn’t know any better I’d say it looks like you actually want to hang for me.”

He tipped his head back and moaned as I pulled on his manhood. Pre-cum started to appear at the tip. The crazy kid actually seemed willing to hang for me.

“Well, Bobby? You failed again. This time it’s going to cost you. Now I want you to masturbate for me as I hang your ass.”

I let go of his cock and watched as he grabbed himself. He started stroking while struggling to get a good breath of air down his throat. That’s when I put my weight into the free end of the rope.

Up he went, about 4 inches off the floor. One hand instinctively reached up for the rope above his head. The other kept stroking his meat.

He kicked, swung and stroked, his mind appearing to send mixed signals. Once he reached up with both hands for the rope above his head. Then he reached back down and stroked his meat. A moment later he let out a loud “GAWK” as his cock spurted.

I grabbed the rope and jerked on the pulley until it released, letting him back down. He actually collapsed onto the floor where I had to work to loosen the rope around his neck. He panted for breath, his cock and hand all sticky.

He looked up at me apologetically. “I’m s-sorry, Miss Woodcock. I just… I just don’t… I don’t know why I can’t…”

“Rachel Whorewood tells me you’ve shared with her how I’ve been noosing you up here at my place. She seems to think it’s rather hot picturing you dangling in the air. She’s also shared with me how she wonders if maybe you might like it just a little too much.”

He blushed as he lowered his head, making me wonder if I’d come pretty close to the truth. Then he hurriedly got dressed. “Not so fast, Bobby,” I told him sternly.

He looked at me and froze as I gave him an ominous look. “There’s a midterm test coming up in two weeks. You’d better damn well pass it, Bobby. Otherwise you might find yourself hanging much longer in front of my fireplace. You understand what that might mean; don’t you, Mr. Faraday?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Now get out of here and bury your nose in that English book. You got that?”

“Yes, ma’am.” And with that he was out the door and gone.

—

Rachel came up to me a couple days later. She told me Bobby had shared with her his latest hanging adventure. Then she shared with me how hot it had sounded.

“Hun, you’re barely passing the class as it is. Don’t you think the two of you should spend more time studying and less time bonking each other silly?”

“We’ll do our best, Miss Woodcock.”

“You’d damn well better… for both your sakes.” If she was deliberately bringing Mr. Faraday down just to get me to hang him then I planned on making sure it would cost her dearly, especially if she didn’t pass my class.

—

Two weeks later I passed out the midterm exam on Friday. The room was quiet as everyone went to work. Then they turned in their tests before heading home for the day.

The students had all weekend to think about their grades. But I suspected most of them would just party without a care in the world. I decided to put off grading the exam until later.

I waited until Sunday night before grading them. I scowled when I finished going over Mr. Faraday’s exam. This time Bobby’s score was a couple points worse. Maybe it was time to cut my losses.

On Monday I handed the tests back, expressing my pleasure at the overall improvement of the grades. But I didn’t say a word to Bobby as I gave him back his paper. He just stared at the grade marked in the upper right hand corner. Then I went to the front of the class and began teaching about participles as though the test scores had been forgotten.

At 7 PM he showed up to my home without being asked or sent for. I wasn’t at all surprised that Rachel Whorewood was with him. I don’t know if that was his choice, hers or both.

The noose was ready for him, and so was I. I wore a tight, white blouse that struggled to contain my breasts. A short red skirt, garter and black heels completed my ensemble.

I had a ruler in my hand as I looked at them both. I could tell by the expressions on their faces they were stunned at my outfit. I could have easily fucked the both of them and they probably wouldn’t have stopped me.

I looked sternly at Rachel before asking, “Why are you here, Miss Whorewood?”

“I just wanted to be here for moral support for Bobby, Miss Woodcock.”

“You mean you wanted to be here to watch me hang him to death; isn’t that right?” She blushed as she lowered her head. Bobby gulped as he too lowered his head submissively.

Without even being told, my male student failing remedial English dutifully walked over to the noose as though knowing what was expected of him. I blurted out, “Freeze, Mr. Faraday.” He stopped dead in his tracks.

“Strip, Mr. Faraday.”

He looked at Rachel for a moment before he quietly started to remove his jeans. I smacked the ruler in my hand as I told him, “All of it, Mr. Faraday!”

He looked at me for a long moment. Then he removed his shirt, shoes and socks as well. It took no time at all for his cock to get nice and hard.

“Give your clothes to Miss Whorewood. She can put them on that divan over there for me. After all, you certainly won’t be needing them anymore after tonight.”

He gulped and nodded as he handed over his clothes to her. She accepted them before carrying them over and dropping them on the furniture. Then she hurried back, not wanting to miss a thing.

“Noose yourself, Mr. Faraday. You know the drill.”

He looked at me and then at Rachel before pulling the noose down around his neck. He grabbed the free end dangling nearby and pulled the rope snug. It tightened the knot behind his left ear.

I looked at him closely. I couldn’t quite tell if he was frightened or excited by the whole thing. Miss Whorewood certainly seemed to be breathing heavily.

“Now pull yourself up onto your toes, Mr. Faraday.”

His cock was hard and dripping as he tugged on the rope. He pulled so hard he almost pulled himself completely off the floor. The pulley caught the rope and locked it off for him.

He gawked as his cock jumped and twitched, leaking pre-cum off the tip. “Miss Whorewood,” I said as I hefted the cuffs in her direction. “Please give these to Mr. Faraday.”

She came over and took them from me. Then she walked them back to Bobby who was shuffling around on his toes. He reached out and took them from her with what appeared to be trembling hands.

“Put them on yourself, Mr. Faraday. Do it now please.”

He looked at Rachel and I before cuffing one wrist, still struggling to get a full breath. He obediently brought his arms behind his back. Then he cuffed his other one.

“Does this excite you, Mr. Faraday? Does it turn you on knowing you’re going to hang in front of Miss Whorewood and myself?”

Despite his distress he managed to give me a nod. I should’ve known. Then I turned to his companion.

“Does this excite you too, Miss Whorewood?”

“Y-yes, ma’am, it does.” I could see her nipples protruding through that braless red tank top she was wearing that was showing off a ton of cleavage.

“Do you want her to stay here and watch you hang, Mr. Faraday?” He rasped as he nodded in the affirmative.

“Do you want to watch him hang, Miss Whorewood?” She shamefully nodded as well. By then I was so horny I was sure I was going to cream myself.

“Grab that rope and pull on it, Miss Whorewood. Pull on it as hard as you can.”

She looked at me for a long moment, shocked at my command. Then she stepped up and grabbed the loose rope dangling right there next to Bobby. The two students gave each other a long look. Then she pulled just as hard as she could.

Bobby went up almost a foot into the air before the pulley locked the rope in place. Almost immediately he started kicking and twisting. His arms jerked behind his back as his cock spurted.

Robert Faraday danced in the noose as though he was born to it. Rachel Whorewood gasped as she panted for breath, her eyes wide. Then I saw her reach under that pitifully short, pink skirt she was wearing to finger what I assumed to be an exposed crotch with no panties covering it.

Bobby rasped for breath as he choked and kicked. He swung back and forth, his legs searching for the floor and then kicking everywhere else. His cock didn’t soften very much, even after he had spurted.

I stood there enthralled at his dance. I was also turned on the way Rachel was getting off to his hanging. I hadn’t planned on hanging anyone for real. But I felt I had to follow through. That way word would get around that any future class I taught would know just how serious I was about passing and failing my students.

Bobby kicked less and less as his arms jerked behind his back. His cock twitched and jumped as well. Then I told Rachel, “Now suck his dick until he cums again, Miss Whorewood.”

She stepped forward and crouched in order to get at it. Then she took it into her mouth. I could tell by the way she deep-throated it she had a lot of experience. This was probably not the first time she’d sucked Bobby’s cock.

Mr. Faraday settled down until there were only stray muscle twitches. His cock stiffened noticeably. Then Rachel groaned as she got a load in her mouth that leaked out and dribbled down her chin.

“Now step away, Miss Whorewood.” She did as instructed. We watched Bobby’s cock soften until a drizzle of urine came out, splattering my oak floor.

I went over to the divan where I had a good view of Bobby’s dangling corpse. “Now get over here, Miss Whorewood,” I demanded as I pulled up my short skirt, revealing I too was not wearing panties. “Lick my cunt until I tell you to stop.”

She came over, dutifully knelt on the floor and proceeded to get me off. I stretched back and enjoyed her tongue as I stared at Robert Faraday’s naked, dangling body. She licked me for a good half hour before I was satisfied.

I went to my bedroom and retrieved good ol’ Doc Johnson. I undressed and strapped all nine, thick inches of him around my waist. Then I went back out and gave Rachel Whorewood the fucking of her life.

I warned her she’d better study her ass of or the cafeteria was going to be serving two of my students for lunch. Then I sent her home. One month later I hanged my second student when Rachel failed to pass the next exam.

I had my suspicions about her. She was approaching C level when she miserably failed that last test. It made me question whether or not she wanted to go for a ride in my noose just like Mr. Faraday. Sometimes you’ve got to wonder about these crazy kids…

2018 (written Oct 28 ’18 by riwa)

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Ella’s dunking torture 4.4 (7)

Posted on March 18, 2019 by riwa

“YOU CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME!” the woman bellowed indignantly as I held her head up by a handful of her hair. She was lying face down in a shallow, inflatable pool, naked except for her hosiery. She was secured and helpless. There wasn’t very much water in the little pool I was kneeling in. But it was certainly enough to drown her.

“Perhaps you should show the bitch what we can and can’t do,” my employer suggested casually. Amber sat in a nearby patio chair with a drink in her hand, watching with sadistic glee.

Oddly she’d decided to observe the proceedings in her birthday suit. I noticed immediately that her nipples were hard. I don’t think it was because of my muscular physique. I think it had to do with the squirming, bubbling bitch I had my hands on.

I dutifully submerged the helpless agent. She’d been caught snooping around the property. I’d simply snuck up behind her and strangled her into unconsciousness. Upon bringing her limp body to my employer, Amber had decided that unconscious woman might prove to be amusing. Now the foolish bitch was in the inflatable pool in a soundproof room complete with concrete floor and a drain, kicking up a storm and bubbling helplessly.

“Keep her down a few moments longer,” Amber stated with a nonchalant wave of her hand. “I wish to see the slut bubble and struggle.” Almost immediately there was a bubbly cry from underwater, indicating the agent had heard her.

I held her down easily, watching my employer for any sign I should bring her up. Amber leaned forward, her eyes flashing sadistically. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as I heard her quietly murmur, “Yes, bitch… put up a struggle… after all, you don’t want to drown now; do you?”

“Let her up,” she finally told me. I pulled the agent up out of the water by her hair. She gasped madly for breath. Then the feisty woman started mouthing off again.

“YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS! MY PEOPLE KNOW I’M HERE! IN TEN MINUTES THIS PLACE IS GONNA BE CRAWLING WITH FEDS!”

“Please show the foolish lady what I think of her words,” Amber told me, sighing heavily.

Once more I forced the agent’s head down into the water. The slut bubbled like mad as she thrashed about. But I had a good grip on both her head and the bindings to her wrists. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Keep her down a bit longer this time,” my employer said loudly, wanting the helpless agent hear her command to me. “Show the slut who’s in charge here.” The naked woman cried out, bubbling like mad as her legs kicked all over the place. If she wasn’t careful she was going to drown herself.

“Have I made it clear who’s in charge?” my employer called out to the bubbling young woman. “Pull her up please. Allow the bitch to answer.”

I pulled her head back up, allowing her to gasp madly for breath. “You were saying, my dear?” Amber challenged. “No one knows you’re here. No one’s coming to your rescue. So would you care to revise your bullshit story?”

“Go to hell!” the woman sputtered.

“That’s a little harsh,” Amber observed with a wicked smile. “Such a defiant thing. Perhaps you should dunk the slut until she learns some manners.”

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS – URBLGRUBLG!” That’s when I shoved her down and got a corresponding eruption of air as she thrashed about.

“Keep the bitch down even longer,” my employer told me as she leaned forward. She seemed enthusiastic watching the naked woman suffer. I noticed her right hand absent-mindedly stroking herself down below.

The agent kicked and thrashed about, bubbling like crazy. I was told to bring her up and roll her over onto her back. “GET OFF ME!” she screamed when she could speak. “YOU BETTER LET ME GO RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH!” Her nipples were hard as she panted like crazy. Even I was starting to get turned on by her suffering.

“Now why would I want to do that?” Amber asked with a sinister smile. “You’re in no position to demand anything from me.”

“YOU LET ME GO!” And with a nod from my employer I submerged her once more, this time face up.

She cried out, her eyes wide as she looked up at the surface just a few inches above her head. She wriggled like mad, grunting and bubbling. Amber leaned forward with interest, her eyes glued to the squirming young woman.

“Is the bitch getting off on this? Her nipples are showing. Pull the slut up!”

I did as I was told until the agent came up gasping and sputtering. “Let her go,” Amber instructed. I moved out of the way, leaving our captive struggling to sit upright.

There was a drugged look in the woman’s eyes. Her face looked a little flushed. My employer picked up on it at once.

“Well, well. Is the slut getting off on this? Do you like being forced underwater?”

“Go to hell!” the agent panted tiredly.

Amber looked at the woman’s crotch, focusing on the ropes that wound through there. There appeared to be some sort of vaginal fluid staining the nylons. My employer’s eyes narrowed coldly.

“I think the bitch got off on being manhandled and submerged,” Amber chuckled sinisterly. “Tell me, bitch. Do you like the way that rope digs through your pussy?”

“FUCK YOU!”

“See that she gets off again.”

The woman cried out as I forced her head back down. I grabbed the ropes and pulled on them as I forced her head down. She shook her head as her eyes rolled until she bubbled helplessly.

Amber leaned forward on the edge of her chair, rubbing herself as the naked woman wriggled and squirmed. “Make her cum,” my employer demanded. So I grabbed the ropes and jerked on them, causing them to dig into the agent’s nylon-covered pussy.

It seemed to have a noticeable effect. The helpless woman twisted her head back and forth as bubbles spewed out of her mouth. But I wasn’t entirely certain I was achieving my employer’s wishes.

“Keep her down until she cums!” Amber demanded.

A cry of alarm burst up out of the agent’s mouth in an explosion of bubbles. A moment later her whole body seemed to stiffen. Then she shuddered like mad as she writhed about in helpless agony. “Now you can pull her up” and I lifted her head up out of the water.

The agent’s eyes looked even more dazed. Her defiance was gone. All that was left was a mass of trembling flesh.

Amber’s eyes gleamed sadistically. She seemed to be getting off on the agent’s misery. “Not so defiant now, are we?” she cackled with sadistic glee.

The agent moaned weakly, too exhausted to deliver a smart remark. “Now that we’ve found your weak spot, I think we should enjoy ourselves, my dear. What do you think?” She smiled at me as she added, “Think the bitch will cum while you’re drowning her?”

The woman shook her head, her eyes wide in alarm. “Turn her over and dunk the slut! You’ll know when to bring her back up!” The agent let out a cry as I turned her over and forced her head back down until she burbled helplessly.

My employer watched with sadistic glee as I kept her down. Amber kept threatening to drown her, suggesting that perhaps I should delay lifting her head back up. She said it would be a shame if the slut couldn’t hold her breath and drowned on us.

“Accidents happen all the time, even in pools as small as the one you’re in, my dear. “It would certainly be a shame if you drowned in there.

The agent cried out with a bubble, her body writhing uncontrollably. Her hands flexed as her feet curled, signs my employer instantly recognized. “So the slut’s cumming again, is she? Perhaps she’d like to drown for us.”

I heard a sharp cry and turned to look. My employer had thrust several fingers into her dripping pussy. She was gasping and moaning, clearly caught up in a climax of her own. She actually appeared to be getting off watching the agent suffer. I found it rather arousing to observe.

The woman in my grasp suddenly went limp as a stream of bubbles dribbled freely out of her mouth. Amber gasped, “Pull her up – pull her up! We don’t want to drown her… well, not yet anyway. This is much too entertaining.” She smiled evilly.

I pulled up the limp body and turned her over. She looked drugged and dazed, her body limp and yielding. “That’s incredible!” my employer observed breathlessly. Then she gave me a sadistic grin.

“Let the slut catch her breath. Then we’ll go again. I want to wring all the orgasms out of her body before she meets her untimely demise.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded.

I looked at the agent with a merciless expression. She looked at me with despair, understanding she’d fallen into the wrong hands. There would be no escape.

“Get your breath back, honey,” Amber told her with a wicked smile. “Then we’ll go again. I want you totally wrung out when we finally drown you.” The foolish agent moaned weakly at the torment that awaited her before her lungs were to be filled with fluid.

2010; 2018 (written Jan 22 ’10; ed. Nov 25 ’18 by riwa)

(Preview pictures are from H2OGEMS and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Going out in style 3.8 (4)

Posted on March 18, 2019 by riwa

Bertrand Chowsman found an unlocked window to the basement. He crawled inside and worked his way through the building until he came to the back door and let the three actresses inside. He still could not believe they really wanted to do this.

“Are you ladies sure about this?” he asked, still finding the whole thing hard to digest.

“Are you sure that thing will work?” Peggy Antwerp replied with a question of her own, motioning at the equipment he’d brought along.

“Ladies, I’ve been taking quality photographs for five years now. I can’t help it if nobody wants to hire me.”

“Well, nobody wants to hire us either,” Gwen Ustich lamented, the shortest of the three. “I guess it didn’t matter how many times I fucked Mack on his casting couch. He had nothing for me. All he wanted to do was fuck me.”

“Same complaint here,” Dorothy LePerch added with a sigh. “It’s been months of nothing but broken promise after broken promise.”

“At least you’re going to be famous now, Bert,” Peggy told him with a smile. “Your photographs will be the talk of Hollywood.”

“I don’t know,” he replied dubiously. “Who the hell am I going to show them to? Who’s going to believe me? Won’t they throw me in jail?”

“Just think of the stink you can cause if they threaten you with jail time,” Gwen reminded him.

They quietly moved through the darkened building to the stage. Bert and Peggy had little lanterns they’d brought along to help illuminate the way. They finally found the switch for the stage lights and turned them on, illuminating it with a soft glow.

The three girls looked around wistfully. “Well, we finally made it here,” Dorothy observed with a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, but it’s going to be a one-time performance to an empty house,” Peggy replied sadly.

“Bert here will make sure we’re famous,” Gwen told them. “Let’s look around back. Bert, you said we’d find what we needed behind the stage, right?”

“Should be back there somewhere, ladies.” Then he shook his head as he helped them with their search.

They rummaged around in back until they found three lengths of nylon rope used for hefting displays into the air. Meanwhile there were plenty of metal frames and beams dangling from above to hold the curtains and displays in place. Bert found one that looked promising.

He snooped around some control panels until he found a lever that looked like it might work. He pulled it and watched as the metal bar came down. It looked like it would work just fine.

The ladies stood under the bar with their ropes in hand. Each one quietly began to form one end into a noose. “Thirteen loops? Gwen asked softly, her voice betraying her wavering nerves as she glanced at her companions.

“What does it matter so long as they work?” Peg acknowledged her companion’s noose and said it was coming along just fine before going back to her own. After all, they’d agreed to personally prepare their own ropes.

They finished the nooses before checking each one to make sure they functioned properly. Then they tied them off to the metal bar Bert had lowered. “Better check the weight, girls,” Peg said quietly.

She pulled on her rope as the others pulled on theirs. They tried to lift their legs up off the floor of the stage, seeing if the bar could hold their combined weight. It swayed and creaked a little, but otherwise it seemed strong enough. Besides, the ladies didn’t weigh all that much.

“Do we need chairs, Bert?” Dorothy asked uncertainly. Bertrand went back over to the lever and moved it in the opposite direction. Sandbags behind the backdrop lowered, causing the bar to rise back up.

“No, girls,” he told them quietly. “I think this will do it. Lever down; bar comes down. Lever up; bar goes up. It looks like there’s enough counterweight to keep you aloft.”

“Lucky guy,” Peggy told him with a smile. “I guess you get to serve as our executioner.” But Bert hadn’t paid attention to her words as he was checking around other switches.

He threw one out of curiosity to see if it meant what was marked. The sound of applause suddenly rang out all around them. The girls turned to look at the empty rows of seats in astonishment.

“What the hell was that, Bert?” The sound abruptly died off.

“I guess some actors need fake applause to get the audience to stand up and clap, Peg. I guess everybody has an ego to stroke.”

“Including us?” Peggy observed sadly. The others looked at her but said nothing. Each one secretly harbored the pain of not getting to experience for themselves the thrill of a cheering throng.

“I like it,” Gwen finally told him. “Can you play it while we’re hanging?”

“Great idea,” Dorothy added with a smile, feeling her mood lighten. “We’ll finally get the cheers we rightfully deserve.”

“Girls, really. This is totally insane.”

Bert came out, only to discover the stage was empty. He looked all around in confusion. “Now where the hell did you ladies go?”

“Back here, Bert,” Peggy called out from behind a partition “We’re changing into proper attire for our last performance. You can get your equipment ready while we’re back here.”

“Crazy girls,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he went and got his camera ready on its tripod.

He couldn’t believe it when they’d originally sought him out. At first he’d hoped it was a legitimate proposition that might propel him on his way to something substantial. He couldn’t believe what they wanted him to do for them. The only reason he was even going through with it was the fact they’d given him their life savings, a tidy sum considering what they had left on hand and what they were proposing.

He was stunned when they came out from behind the partition. All three were completely nude. He tried to stutter something as they came forward, but the words failed him. He had no idea he would be treated to this!

“Well, Bert?” Peggy asked, pirouetting before him. “What do you think?”

“Damn, girls! Why aren’t you in show business?”

“Producers, directors, casting agents – I tried everyone,” Dorothy sighed. “At least now I’ll be noticed with your pictures floating around out there. Make sure every newspaper in the country gets a copy, ok?”

“We’ll finally be famous,” Peggy added with a wistful sigh.

“Get a shot of us with our nooses,” Gwen directed. “Show everyone we did this on purpose.”

“Ok, girls. If you say so.”

Bert went behind his camera and lined them up. All three grabbed each other’s hand and held it up in unison with their nooses in view. They posed until he snapped off a couple of pictures.

“Ok, ladies. Now what?”

“Now we hang of course,” Peggy told him with a smile. She’d been feeling a little anxious. But now she was starting to get into it. Or maybe she just wanted to get it over with before she changed her mind.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” Dorothy told him. “Although I was wondering…” She paused as though considering something.

“Wondering about what?”

“Shouldn’t we have our arms tied behind our backs? To show the industry how they held us captive to a system that never did what it promised?”

Gwen and Peggy looked at her for a moment. Then they nodded in agreement. It seemed rather fitting actually.

“Sounds good to me,” Peg verbalized for them all. “Can you find a little more rope to tie our arms behind our backs with?”

“Girls, I don’t know about all this. Do you really want to go through with this?”

“You took our money, Bert. Aren’t you going to honor our last request?”

He looked at Gwen for a long moment. He hated to see her beauty destroyed with something so cruel as a noose. But they seemed determined to go through with it.

“I’ll go look.” Then he went behind the backdrop again as the ladies began whispering amongst themselves.

He emerged with three small lengths of rope. “Will this do?”

“Perfect, Bert,” Peggy observed with a smile.

She nodded at her two companions. Then they all got down onto their knees. Together they obediently brought their arms behind their backs.

“Girls, you, uh… you don’t have to be on your, uh… oh never mind.” Then he began securing each woman’s hands behind her back.

“Ok,” he said as he finished binding Dorothy’s wrists together. “Anything else?”

Gwen suggested, “How about another picture with us bound and on our knees?”

“Good idea,” Dorothy added. “It will show us in our proper role of subservience. Besides, I don’t know how many times I found myself in this position trying to suck my way into a movie role.” The other ladies nodded as they murmured their agreement at her observation.

Bertrand went behind his camera and adjusted the focus. Then he snapped the picture. “Got it?” Peggy asked, sounding both nervous and excited.

“I got a picture of you three on your knees with the nooses above your heads.”

“Perfect,” Gwen said to him.

“There’s just one more thing, Bert.”

“One more thing, Dorothy?? Ladies, this is hard enough for me as it is. You have no idea how much it pains me to hang you like this!”

“Does it really bother you, Bert?” Dorothy asked with a coy smile. “It looks like you might not be so bothered after all.”

“What?” In response she just smiled and licked her lips at the bulge she saw in his pants.

Gwen saw it too. “I think you’re right, Dorothy. He seems excited at the prospect of watching us hang.”

“Shouldn’t we tip the executioner with a last blowjob?”

“Good idea, Peg,” Dorothy said with a smile. “How about it, Bert? Interested in giving the condemned their last meal? Might be your last chance.”

“C’mon, Bert,” Gwen added. “It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“Uh… ladies I, uh… oh hell.”

He slowly pulled down his pants and briefs, displaying an embarrassing erection. He looked to be a good six and a half inches. The ladies all smiled and licked their lips.

“Ok, Bert. Bring it on over. We’re in the appropriate position, and as our executioner you’re certainly entitled to a little extra compensation.”

“Aren’t you ladies frightened?”

“Of course we are,” Gwen told him. “We just need a little something to focus on right now as a distraction. Besides, you really do look like you’re going to enjoy this. I hope you’ll ‘salute’ us with your cock as we hang for you.” The other ladies chuckled at her remark.

Bert stepped up to Dorothy first. She gave him a good sucking before he moved over to Gwen. She eagerly bobbed up and down on his cock before he pulled out and gave Peggy a turn.

He went up and down the line, allowing them to hungrily suck his dick. It was shameful and yet terribly erotic. He couldn’t believe these three would-be actresses were sucking his cock before getting ready to hang for him.

“I’m about ready to cum. Who do I give it to?”

“Give it to Dorothy. It was her idea.”

“Bert, make me wear it for all the times I had egg on my face after sucking to get a part and then not getting a damned thing.”

Dorothy gave him a good sucking until he began to gasp. He pulled out and spurted all over her face. She moaned like a whore as the other two jealously looked on. Peggy couldn’t help muttering, “Lucky bitch.”

Bertrand helped them to their feet. He had to lower the bar a little more so he could get the nooses around their necks. He saw how they were going to be hanging pretty close together.

His hands trembled as he began looping each coil around each neck. He cinched Dorothy up last. She thanked him for the privilege of sucking him and then wearing his cum on her face with pride. She told him she hoped they all put on a good dance for him and to get as many pictures as possible while they were still kicking.

Peggy told him, “Now take one more picture with the ropes around our necks please.” Bert nodded before going back behind the camera. They tried to smile for him as they nervously stood in place. But their faces faltered just a bit now that they were so close to the end.

He snapped off the picture. “I got it, girls. Anything else?”

“Now hang us, Bert,” Dorothy instructed. “And play that applause for us, ok? We want to go out in style.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do it, Bert!” Gwen declared, bucking up her courage. Peggy just nodded solemnly. “And keep your pants down so we can see your hard cock,” Dorothy added with a lustful smile.

He sighed heavily before heading over to the lever. They all stiffened with anticipation. A moment later the applause began.

All three tried to stand proudly at the faux adulation they were receiving. It was surreal for them to be standing naked onstage to an empty auditorium. It was going to be even more surreal the moment they found themselves hanging in midair.

Bert pushed the lever upward. The bar rose up, pulling the ropes with it. The three naked ladies were taken off their feet right up into the air.

Bertrand made sure they were a couple feet off the floor before he rushed back to his camera. The bar began to sway as Peggy and Dorothy began to kick while Gwen’s feet fluttered for solid footing. So far it was holding their weight

He focused on the image and then started taking pictures as they bumped into each other while struggling in their nooses. He was forced to separate the conflicted Bertrand Chowsman from the professional Bertrand Chowsman. After all, these ladies wanted good photographs. And he’d made a promise to them upon taking the last of their cash.

Gwen finally joined the dance as her legs began to kick. All three jerked and swayed, bouncing off each other as their legs went every which way. The bar jerked from their gyrations, making Bert stiffen with apprehension. But it seemed to be holding their weight just fine.

His cock had hardened back up, shaming him to no end. But this was what the three ladies wanted. Their beauty and sincerity made him want to do his very best for them. He just hoped it might shame someone in Hollywood who had previously dealt with these fine ladies. But he doubted it would have any lingering effects on any of the production studios…

Peggy had no idea it would hurt this much. But she’d agreed to go through with it like the others. She caught sight of Gwen struggling next to her and concluded her new-found friend was suffering every bit as much as she was.

Looking down she caught sight of Bert’s erection as she kicked and struggled. He seemed embarrassed by it as he kept his head behind the camera, snapping picture after picture. But he seemed to be deriving some sort of sexual pleasure out of it, judging by how hard his cock had become.

Peggy thought that was appropriate. All the studio heads had derived pleasure from her body. In a way she thought this was rather appropriate for the situation. It felt like the proper sendoff for a woman like her who had fucked to get into the door, only to be rewarded with spurting cocks and crushed dreams…

Gwen kicked and struggled, her arms jerking helplessly behind her back as she bounced off the bodies of her two companions on either side of her. It was getting harder and harder to pull in a breath of air. But she felt a strange warmth begin to blossom from within, manifesting down in her crotch.

Deep down she was glad she had sucked Bert’s cock along with the others. He deserved it for all the trouble they’d put him through. She hoped nothing bad would happen to him over this. She also hoped their pictures would be seen by the whole world and that they’d become way more famous after they were dead than when they had been alive.

She kicked and struggled as her throat closed off. It hurt like hell. Then she felt a hot flush as her body responded in orgasm. It seemed to soften the agony she was going through…

Dorothy did her best to put on a good show for Bert and the others. She kicked and twisted as the bar jerked them around, causing her to bounce off her shorter companion. Gwen’s legs briefly wrapped around her before letting go. Then she gurgled at the agony she was experiencing.

She heard the cheers echoing from the rafters. It made her kick a little harder. They were finally getting the applause they all deserved.

A surge of excitement fought through the pain to crest within her as her thighs rubbed together. There was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure flushing through her body. But it hurt so bad she was willing to accept any pleasurable feelings she might happen to experience.

She was glad she was wearing Bert’s cum on her face. Judging by his erection it looked like he was enjoying the show. And since this was the only production she would ever star in…well, along with her friends… she wanted it to be the best show ever. Then her throat closed off and her body responded by fighting even harder to breathe…

Bert’s cock stiffened noticeably as he focused on taking picture after picture. Gwen Ustich’s bladder suddenly gave way as urine trickled down her legs off her toes onto the floor. She seemed to be going first, and he tried to capture the moment on film.

Next to her Peggy Antwrep seemed to be rubbing her thighs together, or at least trying to. She dolphin kicked as she grunted her agony. Her face was turning a disturbing shade of purple.

On the other end of the bar Dorothy LePerch suddenly jerked hard as fluid spewed out of her crotch. It didn’t appear to be urine. She had actually sprayed from an orgasm that was part pain and part pleasure.

The ladies finally began to settle down, no longer bumping into each other. Peggy’s bladder gave way as she gently swung back and forth. Then Dorothy began dripping fluid off her toes as well.

The ladies had jerked against the bar, causing them to swing wildly. Now they began swaying together as though in synchronous unison. Bertrand snapped a couple of pictures, catching them in one with their legs slightly off to the right as though they were doing a synchronous pirouette.

They settled down until their ropes creaked as they gently swung back and forth while the faux applause continued. Bertrand snapped off a couple more photos. Then he quietly gathered up his things before pulling his pants back up.

For a moment he didn’t know what to do as he stood there looking up at them. He finally decided to leave them dangling for the morning crew to find. He even left the applause turned on so it would be playing in the background when their bodies were discovered. It would be a fitting tribute to three woman whose lives and careers had been crushed in the cruel place known as Hollywood.

2018 (written Nov 15 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture manipulated by Quidam Martin.)

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Holly’s Playboy Shoot 4.2 (11)

Posted on March 12, 2019 by riwa

(A fanfiction of that famous photo shoot that took place many years ago.)

Bridget and Kendra were not happy despite the life they were living. Supposedly they had it all, living at the Playboy mansion as girlfriends of Hugh Hefner. But they had to share his time with Holly. And each one was developing an inner resentment.

Bridget was angry she was not getting any special photo shoots like Holly was. Even now a photographer was getting ready to take pictures of Holly down by the pool. It was a sore spot with her that was beginning to fester.

Kendra blamed Holly for not getting her a playmate of the month cover. It wasn’t Holly’s fault as she had no influence on who was chosen. But she seemed to be Hef’s favorite girlfriend, and rumors continued to swirl she’d been denied due to Holly’s influence.

Holly was indeed ambitious, playing a starring role in The Girl’s Next Door series. Bridget and Kendra both blamed her for taking more of the focus when the cameras were rolling. And it seemed she was working more and more behind the scenes for some of Hefner’s other projects, making herself indispensable.

Bridget was outside sunning herself in her skinny pink bikini, once more fuming Holly was getting all the attention. She didn’t want to be there watching the photo shoot taking place. It made her blood pressure rise to think Holly was getting yet another modeling gig.

It wasn’t long before Kendra came walking up in her light blue bikini. She too looked unhappy. “Did you know Holly is at the pool involved in another photo shoot?”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Bridget replied icily.

“That bitch always gets the good gigs, doesn’t she? You know Hef favors her more than us, right?”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious?”

“Why should I be? The bitch would probably rub it in.”

“Want to go take a look?”

“Not really.”

—

Holly finished posing on a rock formation. She was naked of course, although she’d kept her crotch discreetly hidden. Then she saw the photographer’s assistant walk up and dump a load of chains onto the edge of the pool.

She dove into the water and swam over. Then she stood up next to the edge of the pool. “What are those for?” she asked curiously of the chains, feeling a twinge of discomfort.

“I was thinking about the idea of a shoot with you in chains underwater, that is, if you can hold your breath.”

“I learned to swim not long ago so I can hold my breath. What did you have in mind?”

“Here, let me show you,” he said as he patted the edge of the pool

The idea of being chained underwater intrigued her. But it sounded scary. The idea gave her a bit of an erotic thrill as she hadn’t heard of any other playmate filming underwater in chains. This might prove to be worth her while.

She sat on the edge of the pool as he explained what he was looking for. At first she was reluctant. So he suggested she try it with the chains dangling loosely around her body just to get a feel for things. That put Holly more at ease.

He draped them all over her until she was really weighed down. He wrapped several around her feet as well as around her wrists. Then he helped her off the side of the pool into the water.

“I was thinking of you lying on the bottom,” he suggested as she stood in water up to the bottom of her breasts. “We can call it ‘Hef’s Chained Love Slave’. What do you think of that?”

“I like it,” she admitted with a grin. “Let’s see how it works out.”

“Let’s try a few shots of you underwater holding your breath first. Then we’ll see how easily you can get back to your feet.”

“Got it.” Already she was finding this whole idea rather erotic.

—

“There she is,” Kendra pointed. From a distance they could see Holly standing naked in the water with chains wrapped around her. “I see the bitch is about to get more publicity.”

“I’d like to drown her ass in that pool,” Bridget grumped. “She gets all the attention while we get the leftovers.”

“Want to go over and watch the shoot?”

“I can see the bitch just fine from here.”

—

Holly dropped to her knees and posed while holding her breath. The photographer came underwater with his camera to take some stills. He was quite professional and was able to hold his breath longer than she could. It was a bit of an embarrassment, but at least it meant he would be able to stay down long enough to get the shots he wanted.

She came back up for a breath, finding it relatively easy to get back to her feet. It wasn’t nearly as scary as she thought it would be. In fact, it was proving to be rather enjoyable… and definitely erotic.

She went back down as he made her pose again. He snapped off a few more stills. Then they came back up.

“Let’s try one of you lying down on your side. Give me your best feature.” She smiled at him, knowing full well what he was referring to.

They went back down for another series of poses. She stretched out on her side, not at all concerned about having to hold her breath. For the moment she wasn’t staying down long enough for it to even be an issue.

She came back up to get her breath back. He used the LCD display to show her how the pictures were coming out. She liked what she saw and told him so.

“Let’s get another set,” he told her. “I’m thinking of you relaxing underwater with your arms over your head.” She nodded with understanding as she already had an idea of the pose he was looking. It was a standard Playboy posture whenever the ladies were being photographed.

She inhaled deeply and then stretched out on her side. The chains hung loosely; she wasn’t the least bit afraid. Then he came down and snapped several more of her as she posed.

When she came back up he showed her what he had taken. She really liked what she saw. She was already imagining what the pictures would look like out in the public arena. The other girls would be eating their hearts out.

“What next?” she asked.

When he motioned over at the side of the pool she gasped at the sight. There were several locks lying off by themselves. He smiled as he suggested, “Shall we see how it looks with the locks attached?”

She only had to think about it for a moment. “I love it!” she declared. This was turning out to be a daring photo shoot that would really show off her abilities.

He began attaching padlocks to her chains, including chaining her arms behind her back. Then he instructed her to go under again. Holly filled her lungs and then submerged.

She went into a couple of different poses as he snapped off several more stills. Then she came up and gasped for breath. He showed her how the new ones had turned out. She was pleased with the results.

About that time a familiar face came over to have a look as the photographer brushed the hair out of her face. “What’s with the chains?” Hef asked.

“I’m an escape artist,” Holly replied with a smile.

“Oh, you’re Houdini then,” he observed with a chuckle. “No, wait. I guess you’d be ‘Hoo-Holly’.” She laughed at his little joke.

He looked at the padlock hanging around her neck. Then he looked down on the ground. That’s when he bent down and began picking up the keys that were lying there.

“Hey! Don’t take those!”

“No problem. You can have them back once you come to the bedroom.” Then he smiled as he walked away with them, his libido having been influenced by her wet, chained nudity.

“But I need those back!” He just laughed over his shoulder.

—

They were out of sight when Hefner saw them and walked over to them. “You ladies spying on Holly?”

“What’s she doing?”

“She’s playing Houdini. The photographer’s got her all chained up in the pool.” Then he placed the keys in Kendra’s hand. “She might need these,” he chuckled before he headed on toward the mansion.

Bridget looked at the keys in Kendra’s hand. Then she looked at Kendra. Her companion just snorted, “So she wants to play ‘Escape Artist’, eh?”

—

The photographer patted her on the shoulder. “Why don’t we take a few more? He’s probably going to turn around and come right back.” She nodded as her pussy tingled at the predicament she found herself in. At least she was going to get a little sex out of this when it was all over.

She submerged for a few more pictures until he was finished. He showed her the latest stills. Again, she liked what she saw.

“I guess we’re done,” he said as he climbed out of the water.

“Hey; what about me?”

“Hef took your keys. I assume they’ll be making their way back to you at some point.”

“You’re just going to leave me like this?”

He was about to get back in the water to get her out when he saw a couple of girls walking up. The one in the light blue bikini held up something in her hand and called out, “Looking for these?”

“It looks like the keys have returned,” the photographer said with a smile. “It was a pleasure working with you, Holly. You make a great ‘Underwater Chained Love Slave’.”

“Thanks,” she said appreciatively as he gathered up his gear and left.

She watched as Bridget and Kendra came up to the edge of the pool. She saw what was in Kendra’s hands and asked, “How’d you get all those keys?”

“Hef left them with us,” Bridget explained. “He said you’re practicing to be an escape artist.”

“That old fart took them and left,” Holly replied indignantly. “Now get me out of here.”

“Get out of there yourself,” Kendra snorted as she tossed the keys into the water.”

“Hey!”

“You said you wanted to be an escape artist.”

“I was just joking!”

“What: you can’t reach them? Can’t you hold your breath long enough?”

“I can hold my breath!” she retorted indignantly. “Bitches!”

“Suit yourself,” Bridget replied with a dismissive wave. Then they turned and walked away.”

“Hey, come back here!”

“We gave you the keys, Holly,” Kendra called back over her shoulder. “What more do you want?”

“You bitches!” But they just kept walking away until they were gone.

“Damn!” she sputtered, looking all around. There was no one to help her. Was she going to have to do this herself??

The keys she needed were scattered all around the bottom of the pool. What a pain in the ass! The least that bitch could have done was toss them together instead of all over the damned place.

She filled her lungs and then submerged. It was not easy to see underwater, making the keys harder to locate once she was submerged. Besides, she could only pick them up with her hands which were chained and padlocked behind her back.

She went onto her side and tried reaching behind her for the nearest one. But she couldn’t get it into her hand. She bubbled in frustration as she finally gave up.

She stood back up, only to realize she was now in water up to her neck. Damn! Did the bitch really have to toss them into deeper water like that??

Holly looked down to see where three of them were lying somewhat close together. Maybe if she went after them she’d be able to snag one of them. Maybe one would unlock the padlock to her wrists.

She bent forward and dove downward for them, the chains taking her right to the bottom. She had to roll onto her side as she felt around behind her. Almost immediately she snagged one of them.

She bubbled as she worked to get it into the padlock attached to her wrists. But it was hard going. Being an escape artist was not nearly as easy as she thought it would be just to open a stupid padlock underwater with a key.

Well this was damned inconvenient! Afterwards she was going to give those two bitches a good chewing-out, leaving her alone like this. Maybe one of the other girls would come by and rescue her.

She bubbled as she strained to work the key into the padlock. But did she have the right one? Did all these padlocks require different keys? What a pain this was going to be getting herself all unchained!

Holly fought with the lock until her lungs began to burn. She finally gave up and tried to get to her feet. But when she stood upright she discovered her face was just below the surface. Somehow she’d gotten herself into deeper water.

She grunted and bubbled as she jumped upward, trying to get a breath. She couldn’t kick with her legs and she couldn’t pull with her arms. She barely got her mouth up to the surface with a jump before she slipped back under.

She jumped up again, fighting back panic. She gasped up at the surface before submerging. The chains were just too heavy.

She looked around in growing alarm, trying to spot another key. She dropped to her knees and then back onto her side as she fumbled around with her hands. She thought one was right there within easy reach.

She brushed it with her fingers as she tried to scoop it up. But it scooted just out of reach. Her lungs were already burning; she needed another breath.

She struggled to get to her feet again, only to discover she was in even deeper water. She tried to jump up to get a breath but she couldn’t get her mouth above the surface. Holly cried out a froth of bubbles as she twisted and struggled.

She had to get back into shallow water! What was she thinking, trying to go after the keys like that?? She should have waited for someone to come by. But who would be coming out here? The lawn company had already gone home for the day so as not to interfere with her pool shoot.

She tried to jump up for another breath. But she fell a couple inches short. Her lungs burned as her chest heaved ominously.

She tried jumping up again as panic swelled within her. It seized her as she swallowed a little water. Then she began twisting and thrashing about as she inhaled deeply.

Her throat suddenly closed off, making her want to breathe all the more. But she couldn’t get up to the surface. Her mouth opened and closed as she gulped water until her windpipe opened back up. Then she was inhaling huge lungfuls of water as she slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, her body hitching and convulsing.

Holly spasmed and shuddered as she coughed up a mixture of water and bubbles. She was dimly aware her body had reacted with a small orgasm. She ended up flat on her back, one of the keys underneath her as she stared upward, a small trail of tiny bubbles scurrying to the surface. That’s when her time as Hef’s girlfriend came to an undignified end.

As for Bridget and Kendra? They said they’d left the keys for Holly to unlock herself. Then they’d been called away. They had no idea their friend would try escaping from the locks in water too deep to stand up in.

2018 (written Nov 15 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by Holly’s real-life photo shoot. Pictures were found on the internet and are used for illustration purposes.)

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