Sacrifice to Ereshkigal Parts 1 & 2 4.2 (5)

Posted on March 6, 2019 by riwa

PART 1

It literally took her breath away. It was so horrendous, so medieval in its construct and purpose, that she could no longer think straight. Two crackling pots of flames illuminated the torture device before her, giving it an even more foreboding atmosphere of agonizing death.

It was opened wide, both pieces hinged together in three places. It was in the shape of a human body, almost like that of a metallic mummy. The right side was empty save for three dangling chains that were obviously designed to strap the victim in place – at the knees, lower chest and neck. But it was the blood-stained spikes protruding from the interior of the other side that had her immediate attention.

Zilpha panted heavily, shamefully aware of how wet she was down below. Her nipples were hard; her breathing heavy and labored. But still she could not think rationally… almost could not think at all. She could only stare in horrified fascination.

She looked at the spikes again and trembled as she studied the protruding pieces of sharp metal. They were stained with blood, having obviously penetrated a human body not so very long ago. Crimson droplets hung from the spikes as the flickering flames illuminated bloody stains trickling downward upon the interior wall. It looked like it had been used recently, making her shudder all the more from a mixture of shock and an arousal too humiliating to acknowledge.

Her eyes followed the dripping blood patterns downward. She saw the sloping marble floor at the feet of the hideous device. It was slickened with crimson, blood that appeared to be trickling outward along a narrow channel from the feet of the terrible device.

It slowly flowed until it dribbled into a granite half-basin that was attached to the end of the stone platform the tall, metal medieval torture device stood upon. A circular opening was cut into the bottom, keeping the basin empty of blood save for some coagulating puddles and stains. Had it been used on someone recently… a woman perhaps?

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the male voice murmured reverently into her ear. “You said you wanted to see it and experience it for yourself. What do you think?”

“Bloody hell!” the attractive Brit breathed in awe. She became wobbly from the image and she struggled not to lose her balance in the 6 inch fuck-me heels provided to her. “It looks like… like someone was…”

“Someone was what, my dear?”

“Someone was inside.”

“A masterful illusion which helps add to the experience. It adds a sense of realism, does it not?” Then he paused before seductively whispering into her ear, “Would you like to step inside? After all, you paid good money for the experience. That’s why I’ve gone to all this trouble to present you in such a manner.”

“Bloody hell!” she breathed again.

She’d gotten here ahead of her sister Dorothy and had been told her relative would join her as soon as she arrived. Her excitement at seeing an Iron Maiden had overridden her thoughts about waiting for her sister. Now she wished Dorothy was here to see her reaction. The bitch would probably have a good laugh.

She got the shakes so bad that he had to grab onto her and hold her upright. It was already hard to breathe with the tight, black corset around her midsection. And her arms were tied behind her back at the wrists and elbows for dramatic effect.

She almost stumbled as he led her forward by grasping onto an elbow. She certainly needed some assistance just to step around the basin and then up onto the granite platform. Was it really necessary for her to be wearing these bloody heels??

He escorted her right up to the medieval torture device where he paused again, allowing her to soak it all in. She moaned softly, on the verge of a humiliating orgasm. Seeing such a device up close and personal was more arousing than she could possibly have imagined. Those blood stains looked so fresh!

He never said a word as he allowed her to quietly study the blood-stained spikes in greater detail. She saw they were arranged in horrifying perfection, designed to literally penetrate the legs all the way up. There were 3 spikes that crossed the torso dangerously close to the genitals… another three a few inches up… yet three more that would pierce her lower chest were she to be trapped inside.

The chest area was recessed but it would certainly not save her ample breasts. Three more blood-stained spikes waited patiently for their next set of mammary glands with three more installed for the upper chest. A woman’s most attractive assets would surely not be so attractive after five minutes inside the bloody thing.

Even the head area was not immune from the torturous spikes. Two were positioned in such a way that she suspected the poor victim would be pierced and blinded, left to die screaming sightless while trapped inside. It didn’t matter the metal device contained no openings of any kind to allow illumination from the flickering flames of the two pots.

“Are you ready, my dear?” her escort breathed softly into her neck, interrupting her observations. “Would you like to stand inside? You said you wanted the full experience.”

“Yes,” she whimpered in a quivering voice. “Bloody hell; yes.” She wanted to stand inside for a moment, just to fully experience what it must have felt like for a victim about to meet her doom from the many piercings.

He took her by the elbow and carefully turned her around until her back was to the interior of the empty side of the cruel device. Then he slowly pushed her backward inside the metal contraption. The instant she felt her flesh come in contact with cool metal behind her she climaxed powerfully, wincing with embarrassment as her body shuddered.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” he breathed softly as he smiled at her. “You’re not the first to orgasm like that. Several guests here have endured a similar experience.” She was glad Dorothy had not been here to witness it or she would not have heard the end of it.

Where the hell was her sister anyway?

“Now to chain you inside for the fully experience,” he told her with a smile.

He knelt and grabbed the lower chain, bringing it across her knees to attach it to the clip on the other side. She moaned weakly as the chain came in contact with her flesh. Then he reached out and took the second chain, wrapping it across her lower waist before fastening it as well. She writhed and squirmed, her breathing becoming heavy and labored. Her arousal was evidenced by her nipples which were painfully erect as she shivered like crazy.

He grabbed the upper chain and slowly brought it across her neck, carefully securing it. She let out a little cry as she really started to tremble. “Don’t worry, my dear,” he reassured her with a gentle pat on her shoulder. “Not much chance of you losing your balance now.”

He stepped back to admire her as she panted heavily for breath; her long, slender legs and full, heaving mounds. She was absolutely perfect. Ereshkigal, the supreme goddess of death and ruler of the Mesopotamian Underworld would no doubt be pleased at this new sacrifice he was bringing to her so soon after the last one.

“Are you ready, my dear?” he asked reverently. She was trembling like a leaf as she nodded. Then she blurted out, “Wait! My sister. I think… she would like to see me in here.”

“”I’m sure she’ll show up any second now,” he said reassuringly. Then he grabbed the door and started to swing it closed.

Zilpha began to hyperventilate, her eyes getting bigger as she tried to catch her breath. Experiencing this moment was beyond her wildest dreams. She’d never imagined one day she might get to stand topless inside an Iron Maiden like this. And with him almost closing the door on her she could just imagine how some poor female must have felt, trapped and ready to be pierced to death.

He slowly swung the door around until the spikes were almost touching the right side of her body. He stooped it before she was pierced. That’s when she went off again, screaming in orgasm as her pussy gushed from her release.

She winced, shuddering like crazy for several seconds before it finally passed. It left her dazed and breathless. He just at her as she panted weakly for breath.

Bloody hell! That had felt incredible! It had literally been the best orgasm of her life. Paying just to stand inside the Iron Maiden had been well worth it.

He peeked around the door and smiled at her. “Was it that good?” he asked innocently.

“It was unbelievable!” she panted. “Thank you ever so much. What an experience to tell my friends. I just wish my sister could have been here to see it. I’m ready to get out now!”

Strangely he didn’t open the door back up. Zilpha thought she saw something sinister in his eyes from the flickering flames of the two torches. Why the hell was he looking at her like that?

“I see I have chosen wisely,” he told her with a sense of pride. “Ereshkigal, the supreme goddess of death, appreciates your orgasm. Now you are ready to give her your very life.”

“My life??” Zilpha gasped in alarm. “What the bloody hell is this??”

She felt her stomach drop with a sickening lurch once he went back to pushing the door closed on her. A moment later she felt the spikes start to press up into the right side of her body. “Wait; what are you doing??”

“I’m giving you the full experience. The goddess will appreciate another sacrifice so soon after the last one.”

“Last one?? NO – IIEEEEEEE!”

Zilpha began to scream as he continued pushing on the door. This wasn’t what she’d paid for! She was only supposed to stand in here just to see what it felt like! She’d paid good money to see the Iron Maiden for herself, paying handsomely to stand within its deadly embrace. But she sure as hell didn’t want to serve as some sacrifice for…

Another scream was torn from her lips as numerous spikes punctured the right side of her body, drawing blood. As he put his weight into it, continuing to close it on her, she felt the spikes on the left side begin their deadly assault as well. Her breasts were pierced as her nerve endings recorded dozens of painful penetrations.

There were more punctures leading to more rivulets of blood. And still he pushed on the door. Dozens of spikes impaled her soft flesh as Zilpha shrieked for her sister to come to her aid.

Spikes penetrated her torso as well as her upper and lower chest. But there was no time to take stock of how many places it hurt. Now she saw the two ominous spikes coming right for her eyes.

She desperately tried to slam her head back as far as it would go, instinctively closing her eyes. But the spikes kept going. She prayed the bloody bastard would stop before…

Her screams intensified as both eyes were pierced, instantly exploding into soft mush to service her no more. Her breasts were on fire, her flesh penetrated in so many locations. She couldn’t believe how much it hurt.

As she shrieked in pain she climaxed once again, a painful climax that flushed hotly through her body. With her eyes destroyed she was instantly plunged into the horror of utter darkness. Her sense of vision was gone, increasing the other senses tenfold as blinding, searing pain became her intimate lover.

She screamed and screamed she felt his body lean against the door, driving the spikes ever deeper into her soft flesh. Cries of agony were ripped out of her lungs to echo all around inside her chamber of death. Instinctively her body writhed in pain and anguish in a futile attempt to escape more than 2 dozen separate penetrations.

She sensed rather than saw the door continuing to close as her ongoing screams reverberated in her ears. She felt the pain of dozens of punctures, felt the agony of her gorgeous mounds being pierced clear through. It was the worst thing she’d ever experienced.

She heard his voice one final time outside the chamber before the door fully closed. “Ereshkigal gratefully receives your sacrifice, my dear.” Then she felt him lean hard against the door until she heard the sound of it sealing shut, the spikes penetrating ever deeper into her flesh.

Blackness… agony… searing pain. There was nothing to comfort her suffering. The sound of her terrified shrieks were all that kept her company as she stood blinded and alone inside the Iron Maiden.

Her screams became more intense as her body registered each and every penetration. She tried to back up but she was already flat up against the back of the interior. What’s more, her bound arms actually worked against her, pushing her body forward into the many protruding spikes. She writhed and squirmed in vain, her breasts fully pierced as her punctured eyes drove her into madness.

She tried to thrash about, tried to discover some method of relief or escape as her blood began to pool at the bottom of the Iron Maiden. Soon it began streaming out along the narrow channel into the granite basin that awaited. Her heels shuffled around, causing her to slip a little. But she accomplished nothing. That’s when she began violently climaxing over and over again as she screamed and shrieked in agonizing darkness.

Blood flowed down her quivering body from multiple wounds, gathering upon the sloping floor to flow out through the narrow channel. In her agony she was certain her womanhood had been pierced, adding to her suffering. Her screams echoed even louder all around her as she wriggled about, multiplying her many pierced agonies exponentially.

Eventually she became aware of a great fatigue settling into her body. She was screaming herself hoarse. Her agonizing cries lessened as a result of blood loss.

She finally stopped struggling altogether, whimpering quietly. That’s when she noticed two distinct sounds: the sound of blood quietly dripping onto the floor from her puncture wounds and the sound of her dying heart thumping loudly in her chest, slowing down as it echoed all around her.

All of the sudden a bright, blinding light penetrated her enclosure. Was she hallucinating? Could she actually see again?? What was this??

To her utter amazement she saw a beautiful, naked woman slowly walk up to her. “Dorothy?” she gasped, her vision not fully registering. Then she saw it wasn’t her sister.

“Who are you?” she asked, the words echoing in her mind.

Amazingly the woman seemed to have heard her. “I am Ereshkigal.” It was a response that echoed back in her head.

“I am Ereshkigal. And I accept your sacrifice.”

To her utter shock the woman reached toward her, reaching for her until her hand appeared to disappear right into her chest. A moment later the hand withdrew. In its grasp was what appeared to be a beating heart.

Ereshkigal dramatically lifted the still beating organ up in her hand as though offering it back to her sacrificial lamb. Zilpha stared at it in complete and utter horror, shaking her head as she watched in wide-eyed terror. Her heart thumped slower and slower until it finally… stopped…… altogether…….

The last thing she heard in her mind were her ungawdly screams of pure terror…

2012; 2018 (written for Zilpha Jul 31 ’12; ed. Nov 24 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a poser render found at PerilousThoughts.com. The render is included for illustration purposes only.)

PART 2

Dorothy waited quietly in the dimly lit chamber. One flaming pot provided all the illumination she was permitted. The place gave her the creeps.

She couldn’t believe her sister had really wanted to come here. But she’d heard they had an operating Iron Maiden and wanted to see it for herself. Zilpha wanted her to come with her but she’d been running late. Apparently her overly-excited sister hadn’t been able to wait.

She stood uncomfortably upon her fuck-me heels. The tight black corset around her waist did nothing to hide her ample breasts. She didn’t know why she had to dress like this. But she’d been told it was necessary… whatever the hell that meant.

Zilpha was already off to see the device. She didn’t know why she wasn’t taken right away to see her. Something about this whole thing made her feel more than a little uneasy.

A sudden shriek knifed through the silence from somewhere not too far away, a scream that sounded vaguely familiar. It was an agonized cry, indicating a great deal of pain was involved. Dorothy started panting heavily for breath, trembling like crazy.

Those screams weren’t coming from Zilpha, were they? What was being done to her?? Coming to this place suddenly seemed like a very bad idea indeed.

The screams began to fade until they were gone. It left her standing there in an eerie silence. Dorothy nervously shuffled around on her heels, trying to be careful not to lose her balance.

Their so-called tour guide returned, a satisfied smile on his face. Zilpha was not with him. “Where’s my sister?” Dorothy asked nervously. “And what were those screams?”

“Screams? What screams?”

“Surely you must have heard them!”

“I heard nothing. But your sister is in good hands. She wanted to meet Ereshkigal.”

“Ereshkigal? Who the hell is Ereshkigal??”

“Would you like to meet her?” he asked with great interest as he gently took her elbow.

“Just take me to my sister, ok? Isn’t that why you had me dress down like this? Something about the rules of being down here. You did say my sister had to dress the very same way, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did,” he replied, the hint of a smile in his expression. “You’ll be reunited with your sister very soon. Come with me please.” Then he began to escort her down one of the passageways.

Dorothy wobbled on her footwear as they clattered on the stone floor. She grimaced a she blurted out, “Do I have to continue wearing these bloody heels, love? I can barely keep my balance in them as it is. And does this corset have to be so bloody tight?”

“All part of the experience, love,” he responded patiently. “It will make your participation with your sister fit within the rules of our establishment.”

“My participation?” she responded in confusion. “Participation in what?”

“Your participation in meeting Ereshkigal, of course. Your sister was introduced to her just a few minutes ago.”

“So when I meet this Ereshkigal person I’ll see Zilpha again?”

“I’m sure you two will soon be reunited.” But Dorothy’s suspicions were being further aroused. Now she wasn’t so sure she trusted this man.

He led her into an underground room lit with two of those familiar flaming pots standing on pedestals on opposite walls. What disturbed her was the iron cage that stood directly in the center of the room. It was a metal cage rounded in the shape of a human being with a chain going up into the ceiling. Behind the cage stood some sort of mechanism with numerous gears, a mechanism with some sort of clock face and a large pendulum.

“What’s all this?” Dorothy wanted to know, feeling even more uneasy.

“This is in preparation for meeting Ereshkigal,” he explained simply as he opened the cage. “…and your sister of course. They are engaged in a special ceremony.”

He grabbed her by the elbow and forced her toward the cage. It had a solid metal plate for her heels to stand upon. But she had no idea why the hell he wanted her inside.

“Hey; don’t put me in here!”

“But it’s necessary,” he told her patiently. “You must be purified before you meet Ereshkigal.”

“Purified? In here?? Bloody hell, love! How does one get ‘purified’ in this bloody contraption??”

“You will find out shortly,” he told her, closing the metal cage door and securing her inside. Dorothy barely had enough room to wriggle her arms in such a way so as to grab the cage with her hands.

She stood there perplexed as he walked over to the clock mechanism where he set the pendulum in motion. Then he turned and smiled at her. “It is begun,” he announced. “You will be purified. Then you will meet Ereshkigal.”

“But where’s my sister?” Dorothy blurted out in alarm. He just smiled at her as he walked out of the chamber. A moment later there was a loud rumble as a large granite slab slid across the doorway, sealing her inside.

“HEY!!”

Dorothy started hyperventilating as she looked all around. Then she became aware the cage was being elevated by the chain coming down from the ceiling. A moment later Dorothy was gently swinging back and forth. Somehow the mechanical clock was attached to the chain above her cage, lifting her up into the air.

“Hey!” she called out again, suddenly feeling alone and vulnerable. “Come back here! Is this it?? You can’t just leave me like this! Where’s my sister? Where’s Zilpha?” Her words echoed all around her inside the chamber.

She looked at the clock face, studying how it functioned. There only seemed to be a second hand and minute hand. The second hand went around and around while the minute hand slowly headed for the peak of the clock face where a 12 should have been.

What the hell??

She watched in growing alarm until the clock registered with both hands at the 12 position. There was a loud gong that reverberated all around her. A moment later she heard the sound of a granite slab opening.

For a moment she thought the door was opening back up. To her shock it was the floor sliding open beneath her. Instantly she was hit with a blast of heat.

“BLOODY HELL!” she gasped in horror as she looked down. Below her beyond the floor leaped the searing flames of an inferno, flames that tried to leap up at her. At the same time she noticed the chain wasn’t lifting her cage anymore. Now it was lowering her down into the flames.

“COME BACK” Dorothy screamed in the direction of the door. “GET ME OUT OF HERE! OHMYGAWD; YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I DON’T WANT TO BURN!”

In a panic she began screaming for her sister to appear out of nowhere to come rescue her. Her shrieks merely bounced off the solid walls back at her. She began hyperventilating as her surroundings became exceedingly warm.

The cage continued to drop until she saw she was descending past the floor of the chamber. She was being lowered into the fiery pit. She wriggled around inside the cage like crazy, setting it to swaying as she screamed in growing terror.

In a flash it occurred to her what the bloody wanker must have meant when he talked about her being ‘purified’ before meeting Ereshkigal. The whole chamber seemed designed to handle the great heat of the fiery inferno below. Was she going to be burned alive??

Her screams intensified as her cage continued to descend. There were flames all around her now, flames that licked at the bars to her cage… flames that began lapping at her soft flesh. She looked upward and cried out, writhing and squirming within the intense heat.

The flames increased all around her as she was lowered ever deeper into what felt like the very pit of hell. If this was her fate then surely her sister was dead too. Now she was about to join her. Did that mean this Ereshkigal bitch was some sort of underworld princess or something??

Her skin began to blister from the intolerable flames. Then she heard the mechanical clock gong deeply once more from somewhere above her. That’s when she saw the floor of the chamber start to close above her head, closing to seal her in with the flames. The little notch she saw cut into the floor indicated the only thing that would protrude out of her hell was the chain that now lowered her cage to the flames below.

Dorothy found enough voice to scream in agony, shrieking as the flames began hungrily licking at her flesh. Then she heard a loud thump of some sort as the ceiling closed above her. She was now entombed within the incinerator. That’s when her hair caught fire, lighting her up like a candle as flames leaped up from her head.

Her agonizing screams were drowned out by the sizzle of the pouring blood and liquid of her dying body. Her corset began to burn until it ultimately popped free, releasing her from its uncomfortable confines. But she was not comforted at all, not with flames all around her.

She inhaled fire, searing her vocal chords and silencing her forever. She writhed and wriggled, lasting a couple more minutes until she finally expired from third degree burns and blood loss. The cage continued to lower until her entire body was completely engulfed in flames, incinerating her heels.

Her flesh was burned away until her bones finally crumpled onto the floor of the cage. These continued to burn until they were reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes. Only then did the cage start to rise upward as the floor to the chamber above reopened to the sound of that familiar gong.

In her last dying moments she saw a regal, naked lady approach from out of the flames. She smiled as she told her, “Now you are purified. I accept your gift.” Then consciousness mercifully faded away. What little was left of her body was returned to the surface world…

2012; 2018 (written for Dorothy Aug 3 ’12; ed. Nov 25 ‘18 by riwa)

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Water-Babies Part I 3.8 (4)

Posted on March 1, 2019 by riwa

Water-Babies Part I

Nora: We drive in silence as James takes us out into the Nevada desert. The place is thirty minutes away and has a great view of the city. I’m really looking forward to coming out here again.

We’re civil to each other, but James has always been good at that. I must admit: it’s one of his better qualities. I suppose if I was forced to sit down and think about it, I would be able to identify more of his good traits. But I don’t want to.

I would have come out here alone. But Wilma put her foot down and said no way. She told me I got away with it last time, but that it can’t happen again. This time I had to come out with my husband.

Wilma is my best friend. Her husband Ford is a damn sexy man. And yeah, I’ve fucked him before.

I really need this trip we’re taking out to see the Rileys. They are wealthy and have this great place outside the city. I’m drawn to it because they are water-babies and have several pools and hot tubs on the grounds. I’m looking forward to getting fucked underwater by one of their swinger friends.

James: My desire to come out here is not as strong as it was when we first discussed it. I suppose that’s only natural when you’re in the middle of a big ol’ fight with your spouse. This one has been going on for quite a while.

 We haven’t had sex in four months. But I get the distinct impression Nora has gotten some on the side. I’m almost to the point where I don’t care anymore. Much of this has been all about her anyway. Sometimes it’s hard just being in her presence.

 From the few pictures I’ve seen, this place we’re going to is supposed to be incredible. I’m intimidated as hell knowing we’re driving into wealth. I’m not sure how we’re going to fit in.

 Supposedly there are going to be swingers present, as well as a lot of pools to do it in. Does this mean I might have a crack at getting fucked in the water? I don’t know for sure. But I figure I’ve gone without sex long enough that it’s a chance worth taking.

 I’m not as outgoing as Nora. But I’m still coming out here with her. She told me if I play my cards right I could get lucky.

 I’ll admit to being attracted to her best friend Wilma. I have been for as long as I’ve known her. And since Nora told me Wilma will be there with her husband Ford, I have hopes of spending some underwater time with her… if only she’ll have me.

 I do have my reservations about the whole thing. What if the people don’t like us? What if I don’t feel a connection with anyone? It’s pretty hard to fuck unless you like the person you’re with and can feel something of a spark.

 Nora set this up a while ago. When we had our fight, I half expected her to shut it down. But I think she wants to get fucked just as much as I do. And since we’re not getting it from each other, I’ll see if I can find someone here who wants to get it on with me underwater.

We pull up and James parks the car. Then we head for the main door. I feel an erotic jolt remembering my last visit here.

It was without James because of our long-running feud. Of course I had a ball without him. So I’m nervous they’re going to expect him and I to be together in the same pool. I sure as hell hope not.

The front door opens and out comes the Rileys. Gene is muscular and attractive. I got to fuck him in the water the last time I was here.

His wife Donna has got a body that makes me jealous of those C tits and that nice ass of hers. James might get lucky with her if he plays his cards right. I plan on getting lucky with her husband again later on in one of their pools.

They come right up to us and welcome us with open arms. They tell us Wilma and Ford have already arrived. I’m looking forward to being in the water with them.

I was tempted to ride over with them just to make James drive out here alone. But I’m afraid he might have turned around and gone right back home. If that would have happened I’m not sure Wilma would have let me stay since they want us out here this time as a couple. I got away with being single last time I was out here, but apparently not anymore.

I’m here for one thing and one thing only: cock and lots of it. Pussy does nothing for me. I mean the girls were all attractive the last time I was out here. But all I want are cocks to play with.

Last time I let a couple of ladies kiss my body and rub me all over, which was kind of fun. They even played with my tits a little. I’ll admit it gave me a bit of a thrill. But I’m not into pussy licking or kissing females.

We go inside and are taken right in to a “meet and greet” room. There are five other couples waiting for us. My best friend is standing there with her husband. So I walk up and give them both a big hug as I eye Ford suggestively.

The Rileys are warm and welcoming. Donna has a great smile and a sexy body with brunette hair down to her shoulders. I find myself sizing her up as we go inside.

 Will there be a chance to hook up with her later? How good is she in the water? I’m looking forward to the opportunity of getting into a pool with a sexy woman for some erotic fun.

 We’re led into a big room with more couples. They all smile and wave as they come over to greet us. Nora goes right over to her best friend as I get a drink in my hand and warm hugs all around.

 We start talking about the hot Nevada desert we just drove through and how they have such a nice place. I tell them a pool party sounds great as it’s been a really hot summer. Sandra Levinson tells us it’s why they’ve all gravitated to the Riley’s since they have this great place with plenty of water to go around.

 When I ask how much water is on the property, Donna Riley offers to show me around. I go off with her, her husband Gene, and two other couples. I leave Nora behind to fend for herself.

 Apparently she wants to hang around with Ford and Wilma anyway. I don’t care in the least, so long as we’re separated. I feel much better once I’m away from her.

 There’s a distinct tension in the air when we’re together. It makes me wonder if the other couples can feel it. Nora’s best friend Wilma knows all about our current situation. So maybe she’s warned everybody ahead of time about us.

 I’m a little concerned the way Nora and I are not going to be together as a couple. I don’t know how it’s going to affect our visit or if it will make the others uncomfortable. So far everyone’s acting like it’s no big deal.

I’m relieved when the Rileys take my husband away along with two other couples. As far as I’m concerned, the less I see of him in the next several hours the better. All I want to do is play with these guys. And it’s ok if the girls and I swim around naked in the water since it will probably get the guys all worked up and ready to fuck.

We go to a private room where we sit and talk. I join Wilma and Ford on the couch as we discuss the weather and my last visit. Then Joyce Burrows brings up what must be on everyone’s mind when she asks if James is going to enjoy himself.

I give her a shrug, not wanting her to worry as I tell her, “He swims at the Y during lunch, Joyce. And sometimes he swims after work. I think he’s looking forward to fucking in the water every bit as much as I am.”

“Sandra tells me she’s seen him there a time or two and has said hi.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know Sandra had seen him there at the Y. He’s probably going to like her, knowing how much she loves doing it in the water.”

I didn’t know about Sandra seeing James at the Y. Maybe that’s another reason why Wanda invited me to come for a return visit to a swinger’s party. I suppose she had to insist I bring James along this time.

I hungrily lick my lips as I eye Joyce’s husband Tom. I remember the last time we fucked in that deep pool. The orgasm I had was intense, and I’m looking forward to another one. It’s been a while.

“I’ve got a fun little game for the deep pool I think you’ll enjoy, Nora.”

“I’m ready, Joyce,” I tell her with a smile as I lift my glass in a toast. “Lead the way” and once more I look longingly at Tom. That’s when we all stand up and head out.

I get Wilma alone and quietly whisper, “We’re not going to run into James, are we?”

“No, he’s with the others on the other side of the house.” Then she sighs as she gives me a disgusted look.

“Nora, why don’t you two patch things up already? You guys are great together! Why do you think I mentioned this place to you six months ago? They probably should have banned you both from coming! Hell, you can almost cut the tension in here with a butter knife!”

“Just get me some cock, Wilma; ok? After we’ve both fucked our brains out I’m sure we’ll mellow right out; don’t you think?”

“I sure hope so, Nora.” But she acts like she isn’t so sure, judging by our continuing issues.

We head outside to a nice pool with clear water that bottoms out at about five feet. But I thought I got a glimpse of a deeper one on the other side of the building. Do they have more than one pool out here??

 I wore a set of Speedos under my clothes that run part way down my upper legs. Nora told me there would be water and swimming and fucking, and to come prepared before we went home for the evening. She told me she was wearing a bikini under her clothes before we left. So I did the same with my Speedos.

 The ladies strip out of their clothes into extremely sexy bikinis. Donna Riley has a skimpy black number that shows a ton of cleavage. Sandra Levinson strips down to something hot and pink. Laura Williams is the shortest of the three with a set of B cups similar to the size of my wife’s. Her breasts are perfect handfuls contained in a lime green bikini.

 There’s a little hoop with a net I see floating in the middle of the pool with a ball drifting nearby. “I thought we would play a game of hoops,” Gene Riley explains. “First team to five gets to make out with the losers.”

 I’m paired with Donna Riley and Bart Williams. Bart’s wife Laura is with Sandra Levinson and her husband Melvin.  Win or lose, I’m looking forward to making out with either Laura or Sandra.

 The game is informal as we toss the ball around while trying to hit the basket. When I get the ball, Laura and Sandra jump all over me. It’s sexy as hell so I deliberately hold onto it a few seconds longer, enjoying their warm bodies against mine before passing it off.

 There is lots of laughter before Laura finally hits the winning shot of our first game. Gene sits back and watches as his wife Donna makes out with Bart Williams. Bart’s wife Laura starts kissing Sandra Levinson’s husband Melvin. I get to lock lips with Sandra.

 All the making out around me is arousing. No one is kissing their spouse. I get the impression I might have more fun here that I had previously anticipated.

We reach the deep pool with the observation window down below. I’ve discovered it’s an incredible feeling being watched as I swim naked. It’s even more incredible if I’m being watched while I’m fucking underwater. I don’t know whose idea it was to put in a window at the bottom of the pool. But I love it.

When we get there I see Art Giddings bring over a box of goodies. In it are these phallus looking objects with what looks like a set of balls for weight. I also see these breast shaped objects with some rather lengthy nipples sticking out.

“Here’s how the game will be played,” he tells us. “I’m going to toss all these objects into the water. They’re weighted, so they’re going to sink right to the bottom. On go, each one of you will have to dive down and pick one up using only your mouth. You’ll have to bring it back to the surface and then go back down to get another one. Of course the guys will be bringing up boobs while the girls will be bringing up cocks.”

His wife Irene smiles as she looks at the contents in the box. “I always like something shaped like that in my mouth,” she muses, experimentally putting a phallus between her lips.” I remember her from my last visit as being rather slutty, with that short blonde hair and those boobs of hers which must be sized D at least. Then again, most of the ladies acted slutty after inhibitions were lowered.

I know you do,” her husband jokes knowingly as we all laugh. I’m so horny I’m tempted to dispense with the ice-breaker and get right to the fucking.

“Shall we go topless?” my best friend Wilma suggests. Her attitude makes me think she’s interested in fucking as well.

Ford smiles as he gives us an even better offer. “How about if we all dispense with the suits and go nude? We all know each other here. I suspect it won’t be long before things start heating up anyway; am I right?”

“I can live with that,” I declare as I quickly shed my clothes. My yellow bikini brazenly comes right off. I end up naked and horny as can be.

“Men versus women,” Art tells us as he dumps the boobs in one area and the phalluses in another. “Whichever team brings up all the objects first gets to make out with the loser of his or her choice.”

“I’m all for that!” I laugh as I give Ford my most “come-hither” smile.

“I’d better join you,” Art observes as he strips out of his clothes. “To make it fair, one of you ladies needs to sit out to make it a three-on-three.”

“I will,” his wife Irene offers with a raised hand.

Chuck and Joyce Goodwin kiss each other before separating. I wouldn’t mind a little of Chuck’s cock myself, now that I notice it’s starting to harden a little. Gawd, I’ve missed these people and the last time I was here!

“Ready?” Irene declares. Joyce dives right in head first without even waiting. “I guess that’s a go,” Wilma laughs good-naturedly as we all dive in head first after her.

I swim right down and zero in on the nearest phallus, pulling hard with my arms while kicking with my legs. I see the way they are weighted at the balls as they point upward. I lose a burst of air as I open my mouth. I clamp down on one with my teeth and lips before hauling ass back to the surface.

It’s a sexy contest, especially when we start having things in our mouths. The guys finish first, probably because they are less buoyant than we are and it’s easier for them to swim down. Art comes over to make out with me and claim his winnings.

“Maybe we’d better split this up,” Irene laughs. She swaps Chuck with Wilma so we all have at least one guy and one girl on each team. Once she hollers “Go!” we all jackknife downward.

All those naked bodies going down with bubbles coming out of their mouths and noses is a sexy sight. I’m almost tempted to take Chuck’s dangling cock into my mouth and take him back up as my prize. But I settle on the nearest phallus, grabbing it between my lips and then hauling it back up.

We lose again, perhaps because there are two girls on my team. This time I get to make out with Wilma’s husband Ford. I’m so turned on kissing him in the water that I hump his hardening cock with my crotch.

 The next round Gene suggests the women take their tops off. I like the idea and the ladies all agree. Bouncing boobs are a great distraction.

 The game gets a little out of control as we start grabbing each other while the ball is still in play. I try to act like I’m involved in the game. But getting a handful of sexy body or a brief grab of tits or ass is really erotic.

 Each time another game ends, there is more making out. And each time it looks like people are starting to get carried away. My cock is hard, but I’m not the only one. No one seems to care, especially since there is so much grabbing and tugging of penises by the wives.

 Melvin’s team wins what turns out to be the last game. “A treat for the winners!” Donna declares. Then she takes a breath before immediately submerging to suck his cock. Sexy bubbles come up as he smiles appreciatively.

 I smile at Sandra as I tell her, “As the gracious loser, what can I do for you?”

 She smiles and then suggests “How about a little licky-licky?” as she spreads her pussy lips with her fingers. In response I take a deep breath and submerge to slip between her legs.

 She squats on my face as my tongue probes her sweet treasure. Her head slips beneath the surface. Then I hear her moan sexy bubbles as she adjusts her position on my face. Nearby I hear Donna grunting up bubbles with a mouthful of Bart’s cock as she sucks hungrily.

 I’m astonished the way everyone is so free with each other. I’m also turned on beyond belief. I give Sandra my best effort as I rub her ass. I’m rewarded with sexy moans and bubbly cries.

 I stay down for a couple of minutes, noticing Donna has been down with Melvin for a similar length of time. I conclude that all these folks are definitely water-babies. This could turn out to be one hell of an outing. Grudgingly I have Nora to thank for insisting I come out here with her.

It isn’t long before our game sort of falls apart. But no one seems to care. Ford eats me out underwater while Irene comes down to suck on his cock. We make for a hot little threesome.

Nearby I see the others have paired off. Wilma sucks Chuck Goodwin’s cock as Art licks out Chuck’s wife Joyce. We all moan and bubble underwater, and it really turns me on.

My thoughts turn toward James, and I wonder what he’s doing. I assume he’s in the other outdoor pool, but it really doesn’t matter. As long as he’s having fun I don’t have to think about him. Being in this pool away from him allows me to have some undistracted fun of my own.

We all finally surface and get out of the pool. I was this close to cumming from Ford’s tongue. But I got to watch Wilma get a mouthful of cum underwater, which was really hot to see.

We rest up and talk for a few minutes. Then Wilma stands up and smiles. “We have another game to play,” she says, giving Art a knowing look.

I watch curiously as he goes into the building, only to return with another box of goodies. Then Wilma smiles at us as she asks, “All right. Who wants to volunteer?”

“Me,” I declare with a smile as I lift my arm. “If it involves orgasms, I’m in all the way.”

“That’s Nora for you,” Irene observes with a chuckle. She must be remembering my last visit.

Wilma pulls out a couple of ankle weights and proceeds to put them on me. I feel an erotic jolt when Art goes to the pool shed and returns with hoses and a compressor. It looks like it’s snuba time.

“Here,” Wilma tells me as she hands me a dive mask. “Put this on, Nora.”

I start to put it on, only to stop and stare incredulously. The damned thing has been blackened and is absolutely useless. If I put it on I won’t be able to see a damned thing.

“What the hell is this??” I gasp.

“You’ll find out.” It’s Wilma’s voice in my ear, seductive yet sinister. “Better put it on before it’s too late.”

I get it over my face just in time. Then I get a push in my back from behind. That’s when I go tumbling head first into the water with a splash.

I can’t see a thing. The other splashes I hear indicate I’m not alone in the water. But that’s not what’s bothering me. It’s the ankle weights dragging me downward as I claw in vain for the surface, bubbles spewing out of my mouth.

We all sit around the pool taking a break from our playtime. “That was fun,” Donna declares.

 “It sure was,” Sandra agrees.”

 Laura asks, “So tell us, James. What fantasies would you like to see acted out while you’re here with us today?”

 “Well, I love to make women cum underwater,” I reply with a smile.

 “You can scratch that one off then,” Sandra gasps appreciatively. “No wait; I’ll help you do that one again if you don’t mind. Gawd; your tongue is so hot!”

 Everyone laughs as I blush a little. But I find myself relaxing more and more with these folks. This is going to be a fun afternoon.

 At that moment I find myself thinking about Nora. My face clouds as I remember our ongoing feud. I can’t even remember what started the whole damned thing to begin with.

 Melvin notices my annoyance and asks, “What are you thinking, James?”

 “You all have been great so far. I don’t want to spoil anything during our visit. But my wife and I are, uh…”

 “Yeah, we kinda noticed,” Gene responds. “We were hoping all this sexy fun we’re going to have might help matters.”

 “Maybe I shouldn’t say this,” I reply conspiratorially. “But now that you mention it… I was kind of thinking about having a little sexy revenge on Nora.”

 The guys perk up as the girls go “Ohhhh!” Sandra smiles playfully as she asks, “What did you have in mind, James?”

 “Well, Nora doesn’t have any lesbian tendencies. I was just thinking it would serve her right. Maybe it would melt her a little if some of you ladies were to fuck her and make her cum. I think that would be hot.”

 There are more “Ooohhhh’s” and a few knowing chuckles. Everybody starts looking at everybody else. There are looks on their faces indicating they all know something while I’m the odd man out.

 Gene looks at me and smiles. “James? Maybe we can help you out there. Wilma let us in on some of the stuff going on between you two. So we kind of prepared a little surprise during your visit. I think they might be getting it ready for us right now over in the deep pool. Would you like to see it?”

 “Damn, Gene. Now you’ve got me curious.” There are more chuckles.

 “Let’s go show him, Gene,” Sandra says as she grabs my arm.

 The girls start to giggle as the group leads me back into the building. All of us are still buck naked. But that doesn’t bother me so much. Instead I find myself wondering what the hell they’ve got planned.

© 2017 (written Sep 16 ’17 by riwa)

[Quick note: surgery went well and the doctor says they found no cancer. Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers. Happy spring, everybody!]

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3.3 (3)

Posted on February 25, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming March Rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
A drowning hit on a whore.
Drowning at the hidden Facility with poser renders.
A birthday hanging.
Samantha is hanged
Jasmine loves asphyxia during sex.
The last of the Peace Treaty as an added reward.
Leanne is “accidentally” hanged.
Either Purge night, Gambling your life away, or maybe both stories.

January stories/rewards will fall off at the end of February to make room for March rewards.
Surgery went well. Just waiting for news on the rest. Thank you for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Dear Diary 15 (plus bonus) (2-7-19)

17655 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new Diary entry from Kristen. Included is a re-edited cavern story from many years ago.

Dear Diary 15 – Kristen’s Uncle is staying for a few days. He’s having trouble with his wife. Kristen wants to do her part to make him feel better by enjoying some swims with him. It’s a chapter where everyone in the family will get in a swim in the pool during his stay. (18 pages)

The “Mansion” – Lindsay runs from some dangerous men on the beach. She takes refuge in some underwater caverns known collectively as the “Mansion”, each chamber a unique room unto itself. But is the greater danger the men trying to catch her? Or is it the rising tide? (14 pages)

Included is a short bonus story of 625 words about an eager female named Misty.

Dear Diary 11 (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 2-7-19)

18782 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of chapters starting with the next one in the Dear Diary saga. Included are the first two chapters of the four chapter “Wife’s Proposal” Club story.

Dear Diary 11 – Kristen sees mom and dad out in the pool so she goes down to watch. Her arms are cuffed behind her back as she gets caught up in their fun until Billy shows up. Then it is her mother’s turn. Will she finally get to see her mother’s comeuppance? Or will her dad and brother bubble them both?  (11 pages)

A Wife’s Proposal – Marital issues lead this wife to tempt her husband to take her to the Club and do away with her up on the Entertainment stage; that is, if he’s got the balls. She finds herself locked into one of the guillotines along with another female, the two of them playing guillotine roulette with a 50-50 chance of coming out with their head still attached. (8 pages)

A Wife’s Proposal 2 – More marital issues lead to her going out for a night on the town with her sister and a couple of her sister’s male co-workers. But when she tells them of her time at the Club on the Entertainment stage their two male companions want to see this place for themselves. She and her sister soon find themselves up on stage being pimped out as they play guillotine roulette over and over again. Will their luck hold out? Or will one of them pay the ultimate price? (12 pages)

The Guardians (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 2-7-19)

19742 words; $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a brand new story inspired by a JustPaul illustration. Included are the last two chapters to the Club story A Wife’s Proposal.

The Guardians – Jessica Sampson is in search of a very special cargo that went down in a storm. But her guide is frightened, telling her there are mermaids in the area and they must leave immediately. Will her greed for gold get her in grave danger? (8 pages)

A Wife’s Proposal 3 – Zilpha’s husband Richard and his secretary Cynthia take her back to the Club for another dangerous night. But one woman will find herself strapped into the electric chair while the other will be noosed. Will he choose one over the other or will he do away with both of them? (14 pages)

A Wife’s Proposal 4 – A stupid fight at home escalates to the point where Richard takes Zilpha back to the Club. This time he picks out a girl in line. Afterwards he leaves his wife in one of those rooms with a guillotine, noose and electric chair as though encouraging some customer to take her all the way. Will this finally be the end of her when she gets to ride all three? Will Richard take that girl home from the line outside? (15 pages total for this concluding chapter, including 9 brand new pages)

Dear Diary 10 (plus bonus) (reactivated 2-15-19)

17844 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the latest chapter in the Dear Diary saga with a bonus story included that has been recently edited.

Dear Diary 10 – This time it’s a visit with her mom to the home of her best friend Tina and her mother Marie. But Kristen and Tina are about to learn there is much more to Marie than meets the eye. Out in the backyard pool they will soon discover hidden underwater desires that have just been uncovered by Kristen’s mother, bubbly desires she encourages Marie to act out upon the two unsuspecting daughters. (16 pages)

Naida’s Lesson – Serafina decides to use the indoor pool to make Naida pay for her flirtatious ways and for her pursuit of Anatoly, a man she considers as her own property. She will put her subordinates Mariya and Galina in scuba gear and use them to bind and subsequently torment Naida underwater while she watches from beyond the glass, teaching the woman an underwater lesson she will never forget. (18 pages)

My sister’s voyeur (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 2-15-19)

38702 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of recently edited stories. I’ve spent all week working on them, with each one picking up a newly written chapter. I wanted to improve the endings to both tales so you can have a quality reading experience. 38702

My sister’s voyeur – In chapter one Stella comes home to change shirts and catches her sister Vanessa making out in the pool with Vanessa’s boyfriend Austin, both of them naked and being extremely sexual. In chapter two Stella has been thinking about Austin and is out in the pool enjoying a skinny-dip. Austin comes out after a fight with Vanessa. Stella teases him before giving him an uw blowjob. In the newly written third and last chapter Vanessa comes out, catches them in the act and gives her sister hell, tying her up and punishing her underwater with breathholds and orgasms. (3 chapters; 21 pages)

My visit to the Club 37-40 – Alison ends up in the water tank on stage. Then she is moved to the impalement cross while Mistress allows me to garrote her assistant in the luxury box. Next she goes to the electric chair as Mistress gives me her pain-slut Jessica. Finally she ends up in the noose where I come up and take things too far with her. In the new 40th chapter I am enticed to return to the Club where I meet a trio of girls out in line. I take them inside where Mistress and I enjoy them in a private room with none of them making it out alive as we use the chair, the guillotine and the noose on them. (4 long chapters; 46 pages)

Island 11-12 (plus club bonus) (2-22-19)

17764 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 11-12 – Susan is given the opportunity to survive if she can free herself from the platform by unlocking all the locks while being submerged. If she is successful it will be Christina’s turn. And if she is successful, both women will be allowed to choose who will take the challenge next. Afterwards comes a visit to Pleasure Island. (18 pages)

Jaime 13-15 – John watches two pageant contestants who are both strapped into guillotines, trying to see who the best whore is despite the risk of a popped sensor. But after he watches a garroting on the Entertainment stage he goes searching for his wife, badly needing a sexual release.

Miss Kansas has her arms and legs cooked for a Japanese businessman who then has the rest of her spitted and roasted while she is still alive. Then it is Miss West Virginia’s turn up on stage as she ends up sitting in the electric chair.

Miss Missouri’s sensor pops and she is immediately strung up right there in the sex room. But since a lot of men have paid to have sex with her, they are encouraged to fuck her while she hangs, allowing her to wrap her legs around each one to help her last in the noose for as long as possible. (17 pages)

Awkward Trios (2-22-19)

14294 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple stories about awkward trios, underwater triangles that manifest in rather unusual ways.

Confessions of a Realtor: Sean and Molly McTavish – Rosanna Posey takes on a couple who are both strong-willed and demanding. They can’t agree on anything except how much each one likes their realtor. Rosie finds herself caught in the middle, especially in the water where they each try to enjoy her services to the full. (16 pages)

The good girl and the bitch – Two women, one married and one single, attend a class reunion. One is looking for some action while the other is lonely and just wants to get away from her husband for the weekend. Both end up setting their sights on the same man who’s a former classmate. (12 pages)

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Gambling your life away (Part 2) 4.5 (14)

Posted on February 24, 2019 by riwa

Part II

Mr. Rick stopped shuffling, only to sweep the cards out in a long line on the table in front of the four sitting sisters. On the far end Emily looked at the row of cards as though one of them might bite her. On the other end Zilpha looked at the cards on the table, glanced over at the items of death, and then looked back at the cards as though uncertain. Dorothy and Winifred simply looked at each other as though conflicted.

“What do you ladies think?” he asked with a smile. “$100 a card for a 52 card deck plus the joker. Any takers?”

“A couple hundred would pay for a couple of our meals, love,” Zilpha quietly told Dorothy. “Can’t we at least draw a card or two?”

Her oldest sister wasn’t so sure. “Zilpha, are you crazy? Do you know what happens if one of us draws the joker??”

“Emily, it’s only one card!” And with that she hesitantly reached forward.

Her sisters gasped in alarm as she picked the one on the very end on her side. Emily gasped, “Zilpha; NO!” as she slid it toward herself. Then she carefully turned it over. It was the eight of spades.

Mr. Rick smiled as he reached into his drawer. He took out a hundred dollar bill and calmly placed it right in front of her. Then he told her, “Congratulations. Well done.”

Zilpha beamed with pride over the way she’d taken the risk and had been rewarded. Hell, that hadn’t been so hard, had it? She’d earned herself a hundred dollars simply by drawing a single card!

The other sisters looked at her in astonishment. They didn’t know whether to be shocked she’d drawn one or the fact she’d just earned a hundred dollars on one card. Zilpha grinned at them as she happily snatched up the hundred before he could take it back.

She inspected it before gleefully putting it back down on the table. She looked incredibly happy. “That’s one hundred dollars,” Mr. Rick told her with a smile. Then he addressed the others.

“Anyone else wish to try their luck? Or is Zilpha here the only one leaving our fair Club one hundred dollars richer?”

“I th-think I’ll try,” the sister sitting next to her replied, seeing how well their youngest sibling had been rewarded simply by taking a chance and drawing a card.

Emboldened, she hesitantly reached out for a card. Emily couldn’t believe it. “Winnie?? Don’t you dare!”

She was horrified her sister was taking such a chance. But she couldn’t stop her from running a hand over the top of the cards as though feeling for a lucky one. She finally settled on the one at the very end, the next one in line from where Zilpha had taken hers.

Winifred slid it along the surface of the felt table right in front of her. Then she slowly turned it over. Two of diamonds.

Without saying a word Mr. Rick calmly took out another bill from his drawer. He smiled as he placed it right in front of her. Then he looked at the other two sisters as though seeing whether or not they were going to draw a card.

“Two hundred dollars??” Zilpha gasped excitedly while looking at Winifred’s hundred dollar bill. “Bloody hell! A couple more like that and it’ll reimburse us for the tourist attractions we saw today!”

Dorothy inhaled sharply before reaching out with a trembling hand for the last card on Emily’s end. Her horrified older sister cried out, “Dottie, are you nuts??” But she slid the card away from the line and then carefully turned it over right in front of her. It was the ten of hearts.

“Congratulations,” Mr. Rick told her with a smile as he placed a bill right in front of her.

“Bloody hell!” Winifred gasped in growing excitement. “That’s three hundred dollars! C’mon, Emily! Draw one!”

The oldest saw her siblings watching her expectantly. She couldn’t very well back out now, could she… not when they’d easily drawn three cards with no damage. And Zilpa was right. Another hundred would pretty much reimburse them for today, along with some of the previous day’s attractions.

She scanned the row of cards, wondering which one she should draw. She nervously asked, “Any card on the table, Mr. Rick?”

“Any card you want, Miss.” His warm smile seemed somewhat reassuring.

Thinking her odds were best if she drew from the end like her sisters had done, Emily reached out and slid the last card in the row toward her. She slowly turned it over, trembling like crazy. At first she started to panic at what she thought it looked like. Then she realized it was only a face card, the queen of clubs.

The other sisters gasped happily as Mr. Rick pulled out another bill and placed it on the table right in front of her. Emily picked it up and looked at it in amazement. It was really a hundred dollar bill!

“That’s four hundred dollars, ladies,” he told them with a smile. “Four hundred dollars… just like that.”

“Can we draw again?”

“Zilpha?? Are you sure that’s wise?”

“Emily, there’s only one joker in the whole deck, right? Can you imagine what we could do with five hundred dollars… or a thousand?” Then she scanned the row in front of her before picking one out near her side about twelve cards in.

She slid it right in front of her, hesitated for a moment… and then turned it over next to her eight of spades. It was the same suit, the six of spades. Mr. Rick calmly reached into his drawer, pulled out another hundred dollar bill, and set it on top of the one she already had.

The sisters gasped in relief at their youngest sibling’s good fortune. But it was relief mixed with a little jealousy. Zilpha was now one hundred dollars ahead of them all.

Winfred looked at her with eyes of envy before starting to reach forward. Emily gasped in alarm… “Winnie??”

“If Zilpha’s got two, then I want two as well.” Then she reached out toward the center of the row of cards.

She picked one out of the middle and slid it toward her. The others held their breath as she turned it over next to the card she already had. It was the jack of spades.

Out came another bill to join the one sitting right in front of her. Mr. Rick nodded encouragingly at her as she let out a squeal of joy. The oldest couldn’t believe another one of her crazy sisters had brazenly drawn another card and had gotten away with it.

Winfred happily gasped, “Bloody hell! That’s… that’s six hundred dollars… just like that!”

“Just like that,” their generous dealer nodded with a smile and a snap of his fingers.

Dorothy hesitantly reached out and picked one out from the section in front of her two sisters on the right. This time Emily didn’t raise her voice in protest. But she still stiffened as her sister slid it along the table right in front of her.

She turned it over and they all saw the three of clubs. Mr. Rick promptly put another bill on top of the one she already had. Dorothy smiled happily as she turned and told their oldest sibling, “There. Now we have seven hundred dollars.”

“That’s only seven cards out of 53, ladies,” Mr. Rick told them with a smile. “Seven hundred dollars is a tidy sum. Do you want to try for more? Or shall I put the deck away?”

He looked expectantly at Emily as though waiting for her decision. “Draw another one, love!” Winifred urged. “Look how many cards are left!”

Emily scanned the faces of her sisters, only to see them watching as though trying to egg her on to draw another card. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Then she reached out toward a section of cards in the row right in front of her.

Emily picked the card ninth from the end. She slid it right in front of her beside the other one she’d drawn before she hesitantly turned it over. It was the ace of diamonds.

“Congratulations,” Mr. Rick told her as he placed another bill right in front of her.

“That’s eight hundred dollars!” Zilpha blurted out excitedly. “Now we can take that boat ride out in the harbor tomorrow!” And with that she eagerly reached forward again.

“Zilpha; no!”

Emily inhaled sharply in alarm. But the youngest eagerly slid the card she’d chosen right in front of her next to the other two. Then she turned it over.

Ten of diamonds. Mr. Rick responded by promptly putting another bill on top of the two he’d already given her.

“Bloody hell!” Winifred gasped eagerly. “I want another one too!” And with that she reached out toward the row of cards before their oldest could protest.

She picked out a card from somewhere near the middle of the row. She slid it right in front of her next to the others she’d drawn. Then she turned it over with a minimal amount of hesitation.

Queen of spades. Winifred squealed with glee. Out came another bill to add to the two she already had.

They now had a thousand dollars sitting right there in front of them. And there were still 43 cards left in the row. It almost felt like shooting fish in a barrel!

Dorothy wanted a third one too. Before anyone could stop her she reached out, slid another out of the middle toward her and then turned it over. It was the king of spades.

Emily was relieved as the other sisters clapped jubilantly. Mr. Rick put another bill right in front of Dorothy who felt giddy with excitement. This was turning out far better than she could have possibly anticipated.

Emily dubiously looked at the row of cards in front of her. “Cmon, love!” Zilpha eagerly urged. She couldn’t very well stop now, could she… not when the others had three hundred dollars while she only had two?

She hesitantly reached out and slid another one toward her before turning it over. Nine of hearts. The other sisters cheered excitedly as another bill was proudly added to her growing stack.

Mr. Rick smiled at them. “Well done, ladies. That’s $1,200 so far. That’s quite a reward just for wanting to come inside and have a look around. You didn’t even have to insert those nasty pregnancy sensors into your bellybuttons.”

“We should get more!” Zilpha excitedly told her sisters. “We can pay for most of our holiday in the States with what we get right here!” And with that she boldly reached into the middle of the row of cards.

She picked one out and slid it toward her. Then she turned it over next to her other three cards. There was a loud gasp from everyone as the face of the jester stared up at them.

Zilpha let out a yelp of dismay. She whimpered dejectedly as Mr. Rick reached out and took the bills away from her. Then he reached under the table.

“I can’t believe I drew the joker!” she wailed. The other sisters were stunned. Winifred was the first one to wonder what this actually meant as her eyes opened wide in horror.

Mr. Rick smiled sadly at them. “I honestly thought you were going to take another grand from me before you quit. What rotten luck. If it would have been me, I probably would have tried again just like you did.”

Zilpha gasped as she stared at him, shock beginning to set in. Emily couldn’t believe it. “Bloody hell, love! What were you thinking?? Did you have to draw another card??”

“But I thought we could get up to $1,500 easy! Look at all the cards that are left! I only lost my $300!”

For the moment she seemed to have forgotten – or didn’t want to consider – what had actually been at risk. Mr. Rick calmly reminded her with a smile. “That’s not all you’ve lost, Miss.” Then he motioned with his head toward the ominous objects waiting along the wall.

Zilpha turned to look at what he was referring to. Then she blanched as she remembered the rules. “Are you k-kidding?? Surely you don’t mean I… I… I just l-lost my life; d-do you, Mr. Rick??”

“I’m afraid that’s exactly what it means.”

“But you can’t DO that!” Emily blurted out in horror. “She’s our youngest sister!”

“I’m afraid I can, Miss,” he told her kindly. “You knew the rules when we started.”

At that moment the door opened to allow an attendant in sexy black domination attire to step into the room. Mr. Rick acknowledged her with a smile. “Ladies, this is Monique. She’s in charge of our Entertainment Stage. I summoned her here the moment the joker was drawn.” Then he addressed her by saying, “Monique? Would you be so kind as to assist the sister on the end there named Zilpha to kindly strip out of her clothes so she can be put into our guillotine?”

“Guillotine??” Emily gasped in horror. “You mean you’re going to… to BEHEAD HER??”

“Certainly, Mr. Rick,” Monique replied with a smile. Then she came over, grabbed Zilpha by the arm and pulled her to her feet. “Come along, Miss. Let’s get you out of your clothes and get you locked into the lunette.”

“Wait a minute!” Dorothy blurted out in alarm, her face ashen. “You’re going to put her into the guillotine and behead her just like that??”

“She did draw the joker, Miss. Those were the rules you agreed to when you started playing the game.”

“D-Dorothy, DO SOMETHING!” Zilpha was on the verge of hyperventilating as Monique started working her out of her clothes.

“What can I do??” Then she anxiously turned toward their dealer. “Sir, can’t you… can’t you DO something about this??”

“I gave you every opportunity, Miss. You ladies knew the rules. It was certainly fun acquiring my money while you were winning, was it not? After all, you still have $900 among the three of you.”

“Can’t we like… buy her back or something??” That was a frantic Emily clutching at straws.

“She drew the joker. That means her life must be forfeited. That was the risk you agreed to when you started drawing cards.”

Zilpha whimpered as she half struggled against the woman undressing her. When she was completely naked she blushed with shame as she was led over to the guillotine and made to kneel. Her head was locked into the lunette before her arms were securely fastened behind her back with some rope.

Emily blurted out, “Sir, you… you can’t just behead our sister like that!”

“Can’t I? You all willingly played the game and started drawing cards. You could have stopped anytime you wanted. But you wanted a little more. Did you really expect me to change the rules in the middle of the game once one of you drew the joker?”

“But what will our folks say when we go back to England without our sister??”

“Take some of her meat back and have a nice celebration dinner in honor of her life.”

“We can’t do that!”

“All ready,” the executrix declared as she stood next to the machine, her hand on the lever.

“No, wait!” Emily blurted out as she started to hyperventilate while staring at her sister locked helplessly in the guillotine. Dorothy was gasping anxiously for breath. Winifred looked like she was liable to faint.

“Very good, Monique.” Then Mr. Rick smiled kindly at Zilpha before asking, “Do you have any last words to say to your sisters before we commence with the beheading?”

Her throat was dry; it was hard to speak. “I… I don’t… I… bloody hell!” She was trembling like a leaf as she whimpered, kneeling there naked with her neck exposed to the blade.

Emily cried out, “Sir, you can’t just execute our sister like that! Surely there’s got to be a way for us to do something!”

“Like what?”

“Can’t we like… win her back or something?” Winifred and Dorothy nodded hopefully, wondering if there was any possible way of sparing their youngest sibling from the blade and from ending up roasting over an open fire down in the kitchen.

He looked over at his attendant who looked back at him before shrugging her shoulders. “That would be highly irregular; wouldn’t it, Monique?”

“True, Mr. Rick. But Mistress Chastity did give you a great deal of leeway in exchange for serving as part owner of the Club.”

“Hmmm.”

He looked down at the table and the remaining cards still lying in a row. He appeared to be deep in thought. The sisters all looked at him hopefully.

He carefully examined the cards having been turned over. Then he looked at the sisters. “Well… perhaps we could extend the game for one more draw.”

“One more draw?” Winifred repeated anxiously.

“Could we??” Emily asked, wondering if there was actually a ray of hope.

Dorothy looked at him with anxiety in her features as she asked, “What are you proposing? Can we… can we somehow win our sister back?”

“I suppose one of you could draw one more card for her life.”

“We could draw to win her life back?”

“I think I could allow that. Of course that means one of you will be risking your life in order to save hers.”

“Risking our life??” Dorothy gasped anxiously as her sisters stared at him in alarm. “What does that mean?”

“It means if you lose, your sister over there will not be the only one to be executed in this room. It’s a very risky gamble, to be sure. But I suppose in this case I could allow it.”

Over in the guillotine Zilpha whimpered before blurting out, “D-Dottie, do something! I don’t want to lose my head!” She was trembling and was wet as hell between her legs, her nipples erect from the predicament she now found herself in. Monique simply smiled at them all while standing there with her hand on the lever.

“One of us has to risk our life to win her back??” Emily repeated in dismay.

“This is a place of gambling and risks, ladies. I probably shouldn’t even allow this. But Monique is right. I suppose I can use my influence to grant an extension of the game just this once.”

Winifred blurted out, “But the joker’s already been drawn!”

“And so it has. According to what I see on the table it appears that five spades, two clubs, three diamonds and two hearts have been drawn. That is seven cards of the black color and five cards of the red color out of a deck of fifty-two. That leaves nineteen clubs and spades, and twenty-one hearts and diamonds.”

He paused for effect as they looked at the cards on the table. Then he continued. “How about I make this simple. One of you chooses which color to draw. If you choose right, your sister gets to live. If you choose wrong, you must die with her.”

“Die with her??” Dorothy repeated in alarm. It was bad enough Zilpha’s life hung by that blade above her neck. Did they actually have to risk the life of a second sister just to try winning her back??

“Can’t someone like… die in her place if we lose?” Emily nervously suggested. She was willing to at least consider the option, not that she wanted to be beheaded.

“Any draw of the cards is a risk to the life of the one who draws. I am simply sweetening the pot by returning the life of your sister to you should you win. I will even include her $300 earnings. What do you think, ladies? Does one of you want to take the ultimate risk to save your sister? Or shall I have her beheaded right now?”

It wasn’t the optimum of choices. The only positive was in having more hearts and diamonds left to choose from. But a loss meant a second sister would immediately be condemned to certain death.

“I don’t think we have a choice,” Winifred murmured unhappily. “I’ll be the one to…”

“Oh, no you won’t!” Emily interrupted her. “I’m the oldest; it’s my responsibility! I should take the risk.”

“Are you sure?” Dorothy asked anxiously.

“Bloody hell, love! Just get me out of here, ok? Let her draw the bloody card that will save me!” Zilpha had wet herself while kneeling with her head in the lunette. Seeing the wicker basket waiting below was unnerving as hell.

Mr. Rick asked, “I assume you’ll be trying to draw a heart or diamond since there are more of them left?” Emily gulped and nodded.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dorothy anxiously queried her sister.

“Just draw the bloody card and get me out of here!” Zilpha was on the verge of hysterics.

Emily gulped and nodded as she hesitantly reached out toward the row of cards. Her hand was trembling; she was shaking like a leaf as beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. Dorothy and Winifred watched her move toward a card as Zilpha whimpered plaintively.

Emily reached out and touched one, only to pull her hand back as though the card was hot to the touch. Then she looked up at the dealer.  “Mr. Rick, do I have to take that one?”

“The one you choose is the one you pull out and turn over.”

The oldest exhaled and nodded. Once more she tentatively reached out toward the row. She touched another card, appeared to hesitate… and then slid the one she’d just touched out of the line.

She slid it right in front of her as she panted like crazy. Then she closed her eyes and turned it over. Dorothy and Winifred cried out when they saw it.

Four of clubs.

Emily’s eyes flew open in horror. Then she turned toward Zilpha in shock as Mr. Rick nodded at Monique. Zilpha was just starting to ask, “What card did sh-?” Then the blade fell, severing her neck and causing her head to drop into the waiting wicker basket below.

Winifred fell off her chair and collapsed in a heap, fainting dead away. Dorothy let out a mournful wail as she wet herself. Emily went white as a sheet, realizing she’d lost not just her sister, but her own life as well.

Mr. Rick reached over and pulled out the card Emily had first touched. Then he turned it over. Seven of hearts. Emily should have gone with her first choice. To rub it in, he reached out and withdrew her winnings as well.

Monique politely reached down and pulled out Zilpha’s head for all to see. Blood dripped from her severed neck. Her eyes were wide in shock, her mouth gaping open from her last words.

Her eyelids fluttered, her lips twitching as though trying to speak. Then her naked body tumbled over onto its side as it went into spasms and convulsions. Blood pumped out of her severed neck until she settled down, only to jerk and twitch from the occasional muscle spasm.

Emily saw her sister’s head and her naked, spasming body. Then she looked at the card she should have stuck with. She closed her eyes as she collapsed forward onto the table, sobbing into her arms at her failure to protect her sister. Dorothy just kept staring as though it couldn’t be real.

Mr. Rick nodded at his executrix. “Well done, Monique. You handled that very well. Now would you be so kind as to help this sister on the end out of her clothes and into the chair. Perhaps we’ll allow her to feel some current before we send her down to the kitchen along with her sibling.”

2018 (written for Dorothy Jan 23 ’18 by riwa)

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The Peace Treaty 8-9 3.3 (3)

Posted on February 18, 2019 by riwa

THE ISLAND OF CONSENSUAL EXECUTIONS

The Peace Treaty

By riwa

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

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

 

8 Busy Gallows

I do not see my parents during the lunch hour. But I do get to share my meal with the remainder of my family. My youngest brother Bortan tries to make light of the situation with jokes. It helps to lighten the mood.

I quietly ask Dontel and Martine if there is anything more I can do for them. They tell me to let their young children know they have gone away on a long trip and will not be back for a very long time. “When they are older and can be made to understand then you can more fully explain to them what happened,” my sister-in-law says with a sniffle. Tears well up in my eyes as I give her a fierce embrace.

There is very little time granted to me after lunch. Gabrielle goes off to meet with the hotel concierge to sign off on the executions. I simply cannot stand by to witness my family signing their death warrants. So I go for a short walk along the beach.

I gaze longingly across the water, finding myself thinking of home and of days gone by. Precious family memories flood my mind, bringing tears to my eyes. But I am to marry Prince Osman. That’s when it occurs me I will probably never see my homeland again.

When I return I notice that a crowd has gathered over by the gallows. Gabrielle is already there waiting for me as are my family members. Each one to be hung stands with hands already secured behind their backs.

Prince Osman is there with his best man and his entourage of both victims and voyeurs. He glares at me as though this is somehow my fault. I look back at him in disgust. I may have been somewhat intrigued with his power and presence during the beheadings.  But now I am filled with revulsion.

Naturally the camera is there recording the event. But this time a male stands behind the equipment. Perhaps the female who was there before has grown weary of witnessing execution after execution and has excused herself. I know I am certainly growing weary of it all.

“Who will begin the proceedings?” the guard at the base of the steps asks formally. There is only one trap, meaning this will take twice as long.

“I will go first!” Prince Osman declares. He gives me an angry glare as he marches a young woman in a short dress up the steps. With her arms bound behind her back he has to be careful to steady her as she goes up to her death on wobbly legs.

There is no announcement like there was this morning… no person of supposed importance pontificating before an audience. Perhaps all the relevant individuals are off to their meetings, trying to finalize the Peace Accord. These will be nothing more than simple executions – a different war of sorts with no bullets, only a noose making corpses out of the doomed citizens of two warring countries.

I watch as he moves the young woman on top of the trap. Then he proceeds to put straps around her ankles and knees. When I hear him ask if she wants a hood she nods. Clearly she is anxious over what is about to happen to her.

He pulls a white hood down over her head before looping the noose around her throat. He cinches it snug around her neck. Then he steps back to the lever, pauses… and then pulls it…

THWAP! CRACK!

I jerk with a start as I hear her neck break. Her body jerks and twists at the end of the rope until she is still. Then two men in military garb come up to her. They confirm she is dead before taking her down. The guard then motions to me that I am next.

I swallow a lump down my throat as I escort a bound female Capree citizen in a very nice dress up the steps. I am careful to make sure she does not trip and fall. It would be ironic if not dishonorable were she to break her neck before hanging. Thankfully our short trip together up the steps is uneventful.

I strap her ankles and knees together and then quietly offer her a hood. “No thank you, little one,” she says nobly. I almost tear up at her use of the term of endearment.

She declares, “I will hang bravely, a proud citizen of Capree.” Her voice is trembling; she is clearly unnerved. My hands are shaking, my heart beating fast.

“You honor me and our country,” I murmur into her ear as I loop the noose over her head and cinch it around her neck. She stands a little taller, proudly sticking her chest out.

I resist the urge to give the Prince a haughty look. I am proud of the bravery of one of our citizens over one of his. Then I step back and grasp the lever.

“Die well,” I murmur. Then I gather my courage and dutifully pull the lever…

THWAP! CRACK!

I jerk when I hear her neck break. That’s when I feel those shameful stirrings once again. At least it was a job well done, one I believe I performed better than my counterpart. Then I descend the steps with my head high, briefly giving him a scornful look as I pass by.

One by one we alternate between executions. With each Bakir hanging I feel a stronger response than the one before. A sexual stirring has risen within that shames me, although it brings some pleasurable tingles that I latch onto for comfort.

There is a noticeable change in the Prince’s demeanor when he finally hangs someone dear to him. I can see it in his eyes as well as the eyes of the one he prepares for the noose. Often there is a moment of affection – a word or perhaps a hug. Then they are dropped to their deaths.

No more hoods are used. Now it has become a matter of national pride. Each volunteer bravely faces their death with faces uncovered, their eyes reflecting fear, sorrow, regret or noble resignation along with the occasional expression of some sort of perverse excitement they are experiencing.

When it is my brother Bortan’s turn I find myself reluctant to escort him up the steps. He tries to make light of the situation, telling me this is his punishment for all those times he roughhoused with me by tackling me to the ground. I chuckle weakly and then noose him up before giving him one last hug.

“Goodbye, little one,” he murmurs softly.

“Goodbye, my brother. Be brave.” Then I step back, grab onto the lever and pull…

THWAP! CRACK!

I jerk as his neck snaps, my body tingling shamefully. Again I must force back the tears that wish to flow. Then it is the turn of Prince Osman.

He prepares one of his brothers and I see sadness and pain in his countenance. This time I am not so glad watching him as he hangs one of his family. I can see it hurts him as much as it has hurt me hanging my brother. Then the trap opens; his brother falls; the neck snaps. I wince in sorrow and shame, inwardly cursing those shameful sexual stirrings.

Dontel is next and I carefully take him up the steps. “I am sorry I must do this,” I tell him as I position him over the trap. Then I solemnly strap his ankles and knees.

“I hold no grudge, little one,” he says kindly, although I hear the nervousness in his voice. “I am willing to die for you and for country if I must.”

There are tears in my eyes when I finish. Then I step back to the lever and numbly give it a pull…

THWAP! CRACK! Another of my precious family is no more.

As we progress I can tell the executions are having an effect on the filthy Bakir Prince, just as they are having an effect on me. But whereas I feel I am softening I sense Prince Osman is hardening. There is anger in the way he nooses and drops the citizens of his country. It bleeds through even more when he nooses his own family members.

Finally it is Martine’s turn to ascend the steps, following her husband and my brother to their deaths. She sees the haunted look in my eyes and tries to comfort me. “It is okay, little one,” she murmurs kindly. Then she sighs. “My only regret is that I will not live to see my children grow up. Nevertheless, I am ready.”

She carries herself with grace and pride as I noose her and then hug her tightly. She catches her breath with a gasp as I step back to the lever… THWAP! CRACK! When her neck breaks my heart breaks with it, even as my body responds with shameful sexual tingles.

The Prince escorts one last woman up the steps. Gabrielle quietly tells me it is his older sister. I watch him hug her before angrily noosing her up, torn between his grief and his rage. Then he reaches for the lever and perfunctorily drops her…

THWAP! CRACK!

Her body jerks at the end of the rope, spasming and convulsing involuntarily. I jerk with it, feeling those shameful stirrings as her body eventually hangs limp. I am grateful the proceedings are finally at an end.

9 Last one for the gallows

The Prince eyes me coldly as he comes down from the gallows after having just executed his older sister. “I know what you did to my sister last night,” he growls sinisterly. “You will pay dearly for executing a Bakir, you Capree scum.”

“It was not by choice, I can assure you,” I spit back at him. “Of your entire family I have found only her to be the most honorable. She came and sought me out of her own free will. It was her wish to be hanged; not mine. I was duty-bound to honor her request. Check with the guard who worked the gallows last night if you must.”

“It will not matter,” he says to me and I see his eyes flicker dangerously. “I will have my revenge. Already I have put my word in to members of the council who are now meeting to discuss terms. Rest assured, you will see your parents executed by the end of the day.”

I gasp as my eyes fly open wide. “You Bakir FILTH! How DARE you!”

I turn to my handmaiden but she is no longer at my side. Where could she have gone? No matter; I will deal with this myself if I must.

With barely controlled fury I hiss, “You will leave my parents alone or you will suffer my wrath!” I have no idea what I could possibly do to him. But I vow to find a way if it comes to that.

“Bah! What does the wrath of a female Capree scum mean to me?”

“You can try me in hand-to-hand combat at your earliest convenience if you have the nerve.” Then I proudly hold myself upright. I will defend the honor of my family if I must, even though it may cost me my life.

Our dialogue is suddenly interrupted. “Just as I suspected,” a new voice interjects. I turn to see that Gabrielle has returned. But it is not her that has spoken. It is the Bakir female camera operator at her side, the one I saw earlier making the recordings.

The Prince scowls at her. “This does not concern you, Triawn!”

She icily replies, “I was there at the tidal stakes, remember? And I was there recording the event when the beheadings began this morning. Where, pray tell, were you, noble Prince?”

“That was not my doing!” he says indignantly.

“Oh, wasn’t it? This brave Capree woman willingly beheaded two members of her precious family – a sister and brother-in-law. She even privately beheaded her betrothed. I film the news, Prince; I or have you forgotten. Now I am disgusted with all this Bakir deception. I am ashamed to be Bakir. At least your sister Drucilla did the noble thing by requesting the services of this honorable woman.” Then she calmly yet resolutely turns in my direction.

“That is why I summoned your handmaiden, mistress. I wish for an honorable execution. I wish for you to hang me. I am disgusted with this whole process.”

I am shocked, but Prince Osman is infuriated. “Triawn, you will do no such thing! I will not permit this outrage!”

“You have no choice in the matter. The consent forms have already been signed. I will have my execution.”

“If you wish to hang then I will do the deed myself! No Capree scum will hang any Bakir, certainly not this day!”

“I will not be hanged by the likes of you, Prince Osman. The word is out about our Bakir treachery. Your own parents have acted deceitfully in order to spare your family, leaving the peace treaty teetering on the brink of collapse. Our uneasy truce may fall apart into full-scale war before the day is over, no thanks to you, your mother or your father.”

Prince Osman is incredulous. He stammers in protest, “My parents did no such thing!” Then he turns in my direction, glaring at me in warning.

“Go ahead, Capree scum! But if you hang Triawn I will see to it that both your parents are executed… one for my sister and one for this filthy traitor.”

“Tell me, noble Prince,” my handmaiden asks curiously. “Just how will the council react when this deception is made public to both countries? What will happen to the peace process then? Whose parents will end up being executed over this treachery?”

He sputters, suddenly at a loss for words. Then he storms off. Triawn turns toward me kindly yet firmly.

“I have had enough of this. My soul is stained from my participation in these matters. I saw how moved you were when you drowned your sister at the tidal stakes. And I saw how affected you were after you beheaded your betrothed. I had no idea the process had become so one-sided until it was revealed to me. I humbly ask that you grant me the execution I desire by your hand.”

I look at Gabrielle who shrugs her shoulders and sighs. “The Prince already knows you hanged his sister. I have signed the papers for you; what does it matter now? Besides,” and she turns to look at the determined Bakir camera operator. “I could not have imagined I would ever meet one honorable Bakir in my lifetime. Now I have met two.”

Triawn lowers her head, quietly murmuring to my handmaiden, “You honor me with your words.” Then she turns to me, her eyes set like flint. “Will you honor me by serving as my executioner?”

I look at Gabrielle feeling as though I have no choice in the matter. She hands me a length of rope she has in her hand. Triawn smiles at me before turning around and dutifully bringing her hands up behind her back.

My handmaiden smiles sadly as she tells me, “She will be the last, little one; I promise.” I nod, thankful I will not have to hang anyone else this day. Then the Bakir woman turns and looks at me with a knowing smile.

“I have witnessed how you have held yourself back during all these executions, mistress. I commend you for your composure. But this time things are different.”

“Oh? How is that?”

She smiles as she says, “I give you permission to free yourself from your self-control. When you hang me I wish for you to let yourself go… for both our sakes.”

Her words startle me. I shake my head as I tell her, “I cannot.”

“But I am requesting it.”

I look to Gabrielle in astonishment. My handmaiden looks back, equally incredulous. Then the Bakir woman addresses the guard.

“I wish for mistress to treat me shamefully as befitting this exposed Bakir treachery. It is my choice… my request. Take note if you must report this.”

She turns back to face me, appearing resolute. The guard gives me a look and nods as though indicating the request is reasonable and I am officially protected.

I turn again to Gabrielle. She smiles and nods at me, murmuring there will never be another opportunity such as this. That’s when I feel an abrupt surge of shameful excitement.

Triawn sees it in my expression and nods, becoming fearfully excited. “Yes, mistress,” she says almost in a whisper. “Enjoy my execution. For me it is both a terror and a thrill I will not deny myself.”

I swallow hard and then gather my nerve. “Understand this is not personal,” I murmur into her ear. Then in a loud voice I proclaim, “Come with me, you Bakir filth! The noose awaits!”

She gasps as I grab her arm and march her up the steps. A quick glance at her blouse reveals her obvious arousal. Her nipples have become quite hard.

For some reason this excites me even more. I get her to the top and march her over to the trap. Then I begin strapping her ankles and knees.

“You will hang today, Bakir filth! You will hang and I will enjoy it to the full!” To my shame I realize just how true my statement has become.

Triawn gasps and moans, her body trembling as I finish applying the straps. I am almost as excited as she appears to be. Then I throw the noose over the crosspiece and secure it before looping it around her throat cinching it down snug as I set the knot near her left ear.

I sadistically growl, “There will be no hood for you, Bakir filth! You will cross over into the next life with your eyes uncovered!” Then I grasp her blouse and rip it downward, exposing her breasts. Her nipples are incredibly hard. I am shamefully aroused.

She pants heavily for breath, her eyes wide as I reach out and molest her. Then I lift up her skirt and rub her moistened crotch. She writhes and moans, involuntarily bringing her legs together.

There is a look of gratitude in her eyes, gratitude mixed with a very great excitement. “Now you hang!” I proclaim as I step over to the lever. She pants heavily as I grasp and pull vehemently…

THWAP! CRACK!

Her cry as she falls is cut short, her neck snapping as she hits the end of the rope and bounces. It causes me to climax shamefully hard. All the pent-up energy from a long afternoon of witnessing hanging after hanging explodes out of me in that one moment.

It is a much-needed release. I actually feel better as I descend the steps with deliberate grace. “You look amazing, little one,” my handmaiden whispers. “Would I be wrong to surmise you needed that every bit as much as she craved her humiliation?”

I wave her to silence. “I need a bath, Gabrielle. And I need some time to be alone. Can you arrange that?”

She nods quietly. Then we both leave the gallows area. I notice we have a handful of spectators who remained upon learning of the Bakir’s desire to hang. Now they disperse as well, murmuring among themselves as I get an occasional glance of admiration…

(written for Arachnid Dec 19 ’11 by riwa)

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Bamboo pays the price 3.9 (9)

Posted on February 18, 2019 by riwa

He had it all recorded. She had no idea he’d hooked up a little camera to watch her pool. But that little decision coupled with his secret installation had paid off.

He watched the recording of her latest fuck having just ended a few minutes ago. It was some guy he didn’t recognize. Bamboo had told her he was the only one in her life. But that had proved to be a bald-faced lie.

Naturally the camera was topside and wasn’t able to record everything. It didn’t capture what had transpired underwater. But it didn’t really need to. There was clearly enough evidence to indicate she was guilty as sin.

He thought about it for a long moment, unsure just how to feel. He was a jealous man, wanting her all to himself. Maybe he should have been more suspicious from the very beginning when she’d admitted to having fucked many men before he’d entered the picture.

She’d told him she’d fallen in love and was giving up her past. But apparently she had not been successful in purging her promiscuous ways from her system. This latest recording indicated her recent rendezvous in the water had probably been repeated many times in the past.

He got into his vehicle and drove over. He was going to have it out with Bamboo. He was going to tell her it was over. He was going to beg her to stop her promiscuous ways. He was going to… hell, he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do!

It was late at night, but according to the camera she was still in the water, no doubt luxuriating from her recent fuck. Her colorful bikini had returned, the one he was rather fond of. Why had she even bothered putting it back on? Did she suspect he might drop in on her? After all, he’d told her he might be coming over after his late shift had ended.

He pulled up in her driveway and shut off the engine. Once more he pulled up the view of the camera on his iPhone. She was still outside in her back yard.

He sighed as he got out of the car. He tried the front door and found it was unlocked. But he supposed it had to be if she was entertaining all those men underwater who came over.

Why did it have to be in her backyard pool? It was where he loved fucking her the most. It felt like an even greater betrayal.

He emerged into the back yard. She was standing there drying herself off. She jerked with a start when she saw him. Was that an expression of guilt she was trying to disguise?

“Evening, Pascal. It got late so I went for a swim without you.”

He stood there in silence, his anger building. He looked at the water and his mind was immediately filled with the images on his iPhone of her recent conquest. He could only imagine just how much she’d probably enjoyed herself.

“Pascal? Is anything wrong?” Again, he didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to say and was afraid the first thing out of his mouth would be something he would later regret.

“Honey, it’s getting late and I’m kind of tired. Maybe we can put off fucking until some other night. Would you like to come inside for a few minutes? I can fix you a drink before you go.”

Again he said nothing. He felt numb all over. He could only imagine how her body must have reacted to having been recently fucked in her backyard pool… fucked by someone other than him.

Bamboo became indignant. “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight. Maybe you want to fuck. I’m sorry, but I’m tired. Could we try for tomorrow night?”

Was she putting him off? Was she telling him when and where – and who – she was willing to fuck? It made the rage inside him start to swell.

“I’m going inside,” she told him somewhat defiantly. But as she started to walk past he grabbed her and flung her into the water. She hit with a splash and came up sputtering.

“Are you fucking crazy?? What the hell’s the matter with you??” Again he said nothing. But he numbly began to undress right there in front of her.

“Pascal, what are you doing? I told you ‘not tonight’, ok? I’m sorry, but I’m all worn out. I had a really long day.”

“I’ll just bet you did.” They were the first words out of his mouth.

“Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

She angrily climbed out of the water and stood up, only for him to grab her and throw her back into the pool. She let out a cry before she hit with a splash. Once more she came up sputtering.

“Damnit, Pascal! I said ‘not tonight’! Are you deaf or something??”

He walked naked down the steps into the water. She eyed him defiantly. Inwardly she felt a mixture of arousal and alarm.

“Damnit, Pascal, I said…” That was all she got out before he viciously submerged her. Bubbles spewed out of her mouth and nose before she came back up.

“That’s great! That’s just fucking great! You think you can make me? Damnit, Pascal, I…”

Once more he forced her down into the water. This time he submerged to join her. She bubbled indignantly as she struggled in his grasp.

It occurred to her he seemed furious about something. Did he know about the man she’d just had over? She thought she’d hidden that from him pretty well.

She tried to surface, but he grabbed her by the throat. She cried out as she struggled again. What the hell was wrong with him??

She tried to reach for the surface. But he jerked her back under with her. Now he was fumbling with her top, working it loose. Damn! He’d never been this aggressive before!

With her top floating away he forced her head down to his dick. It was becoming erect. It was also the last thing she wanted after the fuck she’d enjoyed earlier.

‘Maybe if I suck him off he’ll go away,’ she thought resentfully. Reluctantly she took him into her mouth. All those erotic feelings she always encountered underwater began to return, even though she’d already recently fucked in her pool.

She took him into her mouth like a good girl. But he forced her to take it deeper. She almost gagged as he grabbed her by the back of her head and fucked her skull.

He fucked her face good and hard until he let her go. She shot up to the surface and gasped for breath, spewing obscenities. That’s when he forced her back down.

She winced with his hard cock staring at her. She didn’t like him this way, not in the slightest. Once more it made her wonder if maybe he knew about her extracurricular activities.

She tried to show a little enthusiasm. Maybe if she made him cum he might leave her alone. Maybe all he wanted was a release.

She sucked him underwater the way she knew he liked it. But his hand was in her hair, making her take it down her gullet. She didn’t really like that, although she had to admit to a certain level of arousal at being forced like this.

A moment later he was cumming in her mouth. She tasted it and couldn’t help getting aroused by being forced to take his load. She was still pissed off at him. But she decided to forgive him this one time.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, his cum swirling out and creaming the water. Maybe that would be the end of it. She was turned on though as her nipples were extremely hard. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

She thought that was it as she started to head for the surface. He just grabbed her and jerked her back down with him. Then he pulled her bottoms off. Now she was really indignant.

He bent her over and entered her from behind. It was a raw, savage underwater fuck she would have enjoyed under any other circumstances. But she was pissed at him for forcing himself on her like this.

He grabbed her hips and started pumping her. Damn; he was being forceful! What the hell had made him like this? Once more she wondered if perhaps he knew about her indiscretions. But how the hell could he know??

He gave it to her good and hard. Pascal must have had a lot of pent-up energy. Maybe he’d gone through a bad day and needed a good fuck. But did he have to be so rough with her??

He savagely squeezed her breasts, more aggressively than he had ever squeezed them before. She liked it a little; she was definitely turned on by the encounter. But something about it felt off.

Pascal fucked his girlfriend with a savagery he had not thought possible. She had certainly sucked well, and her pussy was clenching wonderfully. But it was as though he’d become someone else.

He grabbed her hair and fucked her with a fervor. Amazingly his cock was still hard. Could it be from the rage he was trying to suppress?

Bamboo tried to lift her head up to the surface for another breath. But he wasn’t letting her up. He knew she liked to push herself underwater before she came. But did he have to cut it so damned close??

Bamboo grunted and bubbled as her lungs began to burn. She really needed another breath. What the hell was wrong with him?? Didn’t he realize she was almost out of air??

He pounded her hard, a hand firmly entangled in her hair. She started grunting and bubbling in growing alarm. She really needed another breath! What the hell was the matter with him??

“No, damn you! Let me up, you big lummox!” But he refused to allow her head to come up for another breath. Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving ominously. If he didn’t let her up soon she was going to cum and drown!

“Pascal; NO!!” A moment later she swallowed a little water. Bamboo jerked as she inhaled a mouthful down her windpipe.

She gurgled as she thrashed about, fully impaled on his cock. Her hair flew every which way as she started coughing up bubbles. Her pussy clenched until she shuddered in orgasm.

Bamboo was dimly aware of Pascal shooting another load deep into her pussy. Her body reacted with another shudder of pleasure. But her lungs hurt as she tried to scream without success.

Her senses were shutting down as her vision began to dim. He was still fucking her, violently fucking her. She trembled as stray muscles fired while an occasional bubble was fucked out of her flooded lungs.

She felt herself fading away. She could no longer move; she was at the mercy of her boyfriend and his hard, throbbing cock. But he didn’t seem the least bit interested in stopping. Then her vision failed as oblivion mercifully claimed her.

He kept on fucking her long after she’d stopped moving. With his head above water he was getting all the air he needed. Strangely she was acting as though she didn’t need it for herself anymore.

He pulled out of her and turned her around. “Fucking bitch!” he thought angrily. Then he angrily put a foot in her chest, forcing her to the bottom.

He got out of the pool and used a nearby towel to partially dry himself off. Then he got dressed and left the back yard. He didn’t even bother looking back to see whether she had surfaced or not.

The next day he learned his girlfriend had been found at the bottom of her pool. He wondered if it was one of her other lovers. It made him feel sad.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her. He remembered being in a rage and thinking he’d gone over to have it out with her. But he honestly couldn’t remember if he’d fucked her or not. In his fury his mind had simply blocked it out.

The cops would eventually find the camera and would start making inquiries as to who it belonged to.

2018 (written Nov 15 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the Sex underwater pictures from the clip Not Tonight, Honey which are included for illustration purposes only.)

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The Duel 3 (8)

Posted on February 12, 2019 by riwa

A fanfiction inspired by a picture manipulation.

We were barely a week into shooting the movie when we were in the sack together. I could tell right away I was giving him everything his wife wasn’t. It was clear we were destined to be together from the start.

It didn’t take long for his wife to find out. But I didn’t care. Brad was everything I wanted in a man. And it was obvious I was everything he ever wanted in a woman.

One day that bitch Jennifer burst into my dressing room. I was bent over a table while Brad was fucking my ass. She got one look and her face went red with embarrassment.

Instantly Brad slowed down upon seeing his wife staring at us. “Did I tell you to stop?” I bellowed at him. “Fuck me, damn you!”

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” his wife observed sarcastically, her voice dripping with hatred.

“Get the fuck out of here!” I hollered at her. “Can’t you see we’re rehearsing for our next scene?”

“Of course,” she snorted in disgust. “I forgot. You’re playing the part of the slut.” And with that she walked out in a huff, slamming the door behind her.

“And don’t come back!” I hollered after her. I don’t know whether she heard me or not.

—

Brad and I kept seeing each other long after the film was in the can. I was looking forward to the premiere. Then I got this call from his bitch of a wife.

“Hello?”

“Hey there, slut. This is Jennifer. You don’t honestly think you could fuck my husband here in Hollywood and expect to get away with it, do you?”

“Of course I do! I can do any damn thing I want! You can’t fucking touch me, bitch, so don’t even try! Now why don’t you be a good girl scout and let him go?”

“Because I want him back, you stupid slut, despite any filthy place that cock of his has been.”

“Well I intend to keep him, bitch. So what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s what I thought a slut like you would say. So I’m challenging you to a duel; that is if you’ve got the tits for it. We both know you got more balls than my husband ever thought of having.”

“Bring it on, bitch. I’m am action star and I do a lot of my own stunts. What have you got in mind?”

“I suggest a duel with swords, slut.”

“Swords?? Are you fucking kidding me?? You can’t even lift one up!”

“You might be surprised, slut. So how about it? Care to take me on one-on-one?”

“Why the hell should I have a sword fight with you? What’s in it for me?”

“Oh, that’s easy. The winner gets Brad. The loser, well… she loses her head. Literally.”

“Are you proposing I chop off that sweet little head of yours, bitch?”

“Only if you can beat me, slut.”

I thought it over for a moment. The idea of carrying her head to the premiere was something I could really go for. “All right, bitch. You’re on. How about the night of the premiere? I think there’s an empty building they’re remodeling just down the street.”

“Works for me, slut. I’m looking forward to carrying your head to your own premiere.” And with that she hung up.

The idea of taking Jennifer Aniston’s head to the premiere of the movie her husband and I had worked on gave me erotic shivers. Then my eyes narrowed as I considered the matter. What if the bitch had been taking lessons this whole time? Could I take the chance?

I knew someone who knew someone who knew a master swordsman. So I placed a call. I vowed them to secrecy before arranging for some last minute lessons. The last thing I wanted was to go to my own premiere as that bitch Aniston’s decorative ornament.

—

On the day of the duel I took the sword I’d trained with along with the gown I wanted to wear to the premiere. Underneath my street clothes I wore black spandex. I was ready for anything.

A friend who owed me a favor let me into the building where we were going to fight. I went to the room for our duel and then slipped out of my street clothes. The bitch showed up ten minutes later.

She was also in her street clothes. She had a little travel bag I assumed contained her clothes for the premiere. I told her to go right ahead and change right there in front of me.

She stripped out of her street clothes to reveal a black athletic bra and tight black shorts. Her breasts looked pretty good pushing through that top she wore. I just snorted as I opened my sword case and took out my weapon while she took out hers.

I was visibly impressed at what I saw. The damned thing looked sharp and long. And she hefted it with remarkable professionalism. It made me wonder just how much training she’d picked up just to use the damned thing for our duel.

We hefted our swords as we began circling each other. I told her, “Are you sure all this is worth giving up your head for a husband with a wandering eye?”

“You sure it’s worth giving up yours just for trying to take another woman’s man?”

“Bitch, in case you haven’t noticed he’s mine now. If you’re smart you’ll walk away right now and I’ll consider the matter closed.”

“The only way this matter ends is with your head on my mantel, slut.”

“I’m already picturing how the crowds will react when I carry your dripping head with me to the premiere.”

“SLUT!” she roared as she charged me.

I parried her thrust, only to have her continue approaching with slashes and thrusts. I blocked each one, only to find myself backing up. The bitch had picked up more moves than I’d anticipated.

I tried a counterattack, but she artfully dodged before going on the offensive again. A couple of slashes got dangerously close. I think one of them nicked my leg.

I have no idea where she picked up all that training. But she was much better than I’d anticipated. I found myself feeling a mixture of alarm and admiration.

I jumped in with a counterthrust, nicking her side. She cursed as she came back at me. I blocked her thrusts, although one came within an inch of doing some real damage.

Our swords clanked for five… ten… fifteen minutes. I have no idea where she found the stamina. The bitch had obviously been training for this moment. I found myself more and more appreciative I’d bothered to take a few private lessons.

“I want your head!” she bellowed as she charged me again. I parried her thrust, returning one of my own. She blocked it just in time or I would have taken a chunk of leg.

She slashed and I jumped back. I looked down, only to see she’d cut through my leotard. It felt like she’s nicked me just under my breasts. Her rage seemed to be fueling her efforts.

“You bitch! That was a $500 leotard!”

“I’ll buy you a new one for your funeral, slut!” Then she charged again.

I parried and deflected the blows, only to become aware that I was tiring. I had no idea how much energy she had and if it was more than enough to finish me. I couldn’t let this go on much longer.

I parried a blow and then proceeded to go on the offensive. We were evenly matched, but I began to attack with greater enthusiasm. Now the bitch had pissed me off.

I got a slash on my right side, but it didn’t feel like it went very deep. I pressed my attack, bringing my sword in again and again. One hard swing and I finally disarmed her, causing her blade to go flying.

She tried to chase it down, but I cut her leg. She tried to weave and dodge but I slashed across her midsection. It left a nasty red line below her tits.

She fell to her knees, gasping for breath. She was just as winded as I was. Then I pointed my sword right at her throat and declared, “Victory is mine, bitch!”

She panted heavily as she looked at me with pure hatred. Then I saw resignation in her features. “Victory is yours, Angelina.” It was the first time she’d ever called me by name.

I wanted to gloat. I wanted to humiliate the bitch. I wanted to slice her up into a thousand pieces. She just lowered her head, offering her neck to me before quietly murmuring, “Take what is rightfully yours.”

“Oh no you don’t, bitch! You’re not getting off that easily. Now I want you to strip.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Strip, damn you, or I’ll cut up those tits so bad the coroner will have to attach a pair of new ones for your funeral.”

She glowered at me. But she did as she was told. I finally got to see what Brad must have seen in her when he first married her.

“Satisfied, slut?”

“On your knees, bitch!”

Once more she did as she was told. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? I take it you intend to humiliate me?”

“Wouldn’t you if our roles were reversed?”

“Just get it over with, damn you!”

“Not just yet. Now I want you to masturbate.”

“Go to hell!”

“Fine. I’ll just start by slicing up that pussy of yours. I see it’s dripping. What’s it matter if you touch it during your last moments on earth?”

“You’re a real sicko; you know that? You and Brad were made for each other.”

“At last the truth comes out. Now masturbate for me, bitch! Hurry up; I need to get your head to the red carpet on time!”

She gave me a dirty look. Then she started touching herself. “Do it like you mean it, bitch! I’m sure you’ve been doing it a lot lately since Brad’s been over at my house every damned night.”

She began touching herself until she really got into it. Her breathing became heavier. It was arousing as hell.

I was tempted to let her go all the way. But I was late for the premiere, although it was just down the street. I was about to have a unique accessory that was going to attract a lot of attention.

I waited until she was fully into it. Then I swung with all my might before she could consummate her pleasure. My sword connected with her neck and her head went flying.

For a moment she just knelt there, blood spurting out of her severed neck. Her pussy gushed urine mixed with her love juices. Then she collapsed onto her side, her naked body spasming as blood pumped out of her severed neck.

I hurriedly dressed for the premiere in a gown I’d planned to wear for the occasion. Then I picked up Jennifer’s severed head. I proudly walked out of the building and down the street.

There was a lot of noise as I approached, people talking as cameras snapped photographs. But as I drew closer everyone shut the hell up when they saw me. There was utter silence as I walked by, proudly carrying the bitch’s dripping head.

No one dared say a word to me. Now they all knew who they were dealing with. It gave me an immense feeling of power.

As for the stupid bitch I’d just dispatched? The poor thing had a look of indignation on her face, no doubt because I hadn’t allowed her to finish her pleasure. But that’s just the kind of bitch I am.

2018 (written for Thor Nov 18 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by Thor’s manip.)

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Lastday hanging parties 4.5 (13)

Posted on February 6, 2019 by riwa

Note: A repost. Last time I posted these stories separately. This time I’m grouping them together so you can decide which style of hanging you enjoy more: consensual, semi-consensual or non-consensual.

(Inspired by the novel Logan’s Run by William F. Nolan and George Clayton Johnson and by the movie of the same name.)

Before Carousel became the predominant method of ending a person’s life, there were hedonistic Lastday parties. Some individuals went willingly, some went grudgingly… and some were forced simply because their Lifeclocks were blinking red. Here are three of their stories…

Consensual Camilla 4

I’d been practicing with a noose for a year now with a guy I met named Steven 7. He loves attending Lastday parties, especially where hangings are involved. And the bulletin boards are always full of Lastday party notifications. After all, it’s customary to attend, not only to send the person off but to celebrate life with much carousing and merry-making. And the making out at these parties is simply to die for, if you’ll pardon the pun.

The first time I saw a hanging was a year ago at a Lastday party. Elizabeth 8 was a friend of mine and we’d made out many, many times before. She was beautiful and outgoing and I admired her for that. But she wanted her Lastday to be special.

She invited a bunch of us over for a party, and let me tell you… it was wonderful! She put foam mats out all over the floor so we could all make out with whomever we wanted to. Making out is full penetration of course… unless two girls are doing it together. But our culture just calls it “making out”. It sounds a little better that way, don’t you think?

Anyway, we were all wildly making out, you know? Liz was making out with almost everybody – men or women, she didn’t care who. Then at the height of the party she made her grand presentation.

She was totally naked when she stepped onto the pad over the extermination pit and then looped a noose over a beam up above. Of course I should say that every one of us was naked by this time. Then she asked a guy to tie her hands behind her back before noosing her up. She said hanging was like making out only it was much better because the good vibes were so much stronger. Good vibes are those sensations you get when the making out reaches a certain point. Sometimes a girl will even scream when she gets them.

Steven 7 was the guy who noosed her up. It was the first time I saw him and we connected shortly after that. Anyway she asked him to bring her up onto her toes. Then she wanted us all to come up and touch her body all over before she hanged.

I was quite surprised to see Steven 7’s erection when he noosed her up. He seemed to get quite hard about it. I like how seeing someone’s death has that kind of effect on a guy. Anyway he made sure she was on her toes like she asked. She made the sweetest, most wonderful gasping sounds as she strangled before us all.

Well we all came up to admire her like she asked, putting our hands all over her and touching her anywhere we wanted to. Let me tell you; it really seemed to give her the good vibes, you know? Her breasts were happy and she trembled and gasped as though she was really having a wonderful time of it. Several even put their fingers in her wet, vibe hole until she really wriggled and squirmed. When her eyes rolled and she started to shudder, several of the ladies started cheering, “GOOD VIBES – GOOD VIBES!”

It was at that moment Steven 7 opened up the pad to the extermination pit below her feet. Liz fell through although it was barely more than an inch or so before the rope pulled her up short. Then she really started gasping and kicking.

I tell you, she was putting on a wonderful show! Her eyes rolled and I saw juices spew out of her vibe hole. She was really having the good vibes. I was actually intrigued by this thing they called hanging.

“Everyone on the mats for making out!” Steven 7 shouted. Then of all the girls in the room, he picked me out. He stretched out on a mat with a good view of Elizabeth 8 while I rode his vibe-stick to several room-spinning good vibes.

Liz actually seemed to dance on air for us all. Several times her knees came up and I could tell she was having the good vibes over and over again. She finally settled down and her face turned a really neat shade of red and then purple. Her neck got long; I didn’t know they could do that in the noose! Then she wet herself. Steven 7 later told me that usually happens with the noose-dancers when they do the Lastday dance. He calls them noose-dancers.

We left her up for 30 minutes, all the while making out with each other and celebrating her life and death. Then the rope was cut and her body fell through the opening into the extermination pit below. There was a big whoosh and we all cheered knowing she was gone.

Well from that day forward I knew I wanted to do the Lastday dance when the Lifeclock crystal in the palm of my hand began blinking red. I was so excited I could hardly wait. I connected with Steven 7 again and again and he showed me all the joys of hanging.

He noosed me up many times and I had a lot of good vibes from dancing on air. But he made sure I didn’t go too far. I always reminded him I wanted to make it to my Lastday party so I could put on a good show for everyone. I just loved how much fun we all had seeing Elizabeth 8 hang and I wanted everyone to have that kind of fun at my party.

My Lastday finally arrived and I couldn’t have been more excited. I invited everyone I could think of to attend. Steven 7 helped set out all the making out mats and soon we were ready to party.

People showed up and everyone was in a good mood. We all started making out with each other; I even let Steven 7 make out with anyone he wanted to. Besides, he had another year before his Lastday party and I wanted him to make another connection and maybe hang another lucky girl.

I finally told him I couldn’t wait any longer. I was eager for the good vibes and I wanted to hang so much. So he noosed me up on the pad over the extermination pit and then tied my arms behind my back. I love being tied up because it makes me feel all helpless and it makes the good vibes so powerful.

You have no idea how wonderful it was having everyone come up to touch me all over. Several of them fingered my vibe hole as I strangled on my toes and it gave me really good vibes. But the vibes I wanted most were the ones where I hung from the noose and danced for everybody. I couldn’t wait!

I could hardly stand the excitement when Steven 7 finally came up to me. He gave me a big kiss and he rubbed my happy breasts one last time. Then he loudly proclaimed, “THE LASTDAY OF CAMILLA 4!” Then he opened the pad above the extermination pit.

I only dropped about an inch or so; I didn’t want to die in the pit. The good vibes hit almost immediately and I began to dance up a storm. I saw Steven 7 connect right away with a new girl and they both made out on a mat right where I could see them. I could tell right away they were enjoying my show.

I kicked and danced, putting on a good show as the rope strangled me. I was having good vibes after good vibes; especially since Steven 7 and I had done a lot of practicing together. Knowing he would get to hang someone else before his own Lastday party was a great comfort to me.

The more it hurt the harder I danced. Then I was hit with a good vibe to end all good vibes. I finally hung limp, too tired to dance anymore as everyone cheered.

This time Steven 7 asked them all to come back up and touch me again. I think several fingered me, noticing how wet I was. But I was beyond feeling the good vibes. I had reached the point where I didn’t care anymore. Then I wasn’t aware of anything at all but the face of oblivion.

They left my body up for a half hour as they all made out with each other, celebrating my life and death. Then Steven 7 cut the rope, dropping me through the opening into the extermination pit below. My body hit the searing flames and I exploded into glorious nothingness.

Semi-consensual Serena 6

I met Steven 7 during Camilla 4’s Lastday party. I didn’t know what hanging was until I saw it that day. Camilla 4 really kicked hard in the noose and she put on quite a show for all her guests. Then he cut the rope, her body dropped into the extermination pit, and that was that.

Steven 7 connected with me and we did a lot of making out together after that day. He was really good at it and I certainly had a lot of good vibes when we made out with each other. But he sure seemed focused on that noose thing. He even wanted me to try it out on my Lastday party which was coming up in a few months.

I told him it looked painful when Camilla 4 had done it on her Lastday and that I wasn’t too sure about it. But he told me the good vibes were unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I sure liked the sound of that; all us girls love the good vibes. I just didn’t know if I wanted to go in a noose is all. I was planning to step off into the extermination pit and I figured that would be that.

Well he kept pressuring me, telling me how much fun I would have. He also told me how hard it made him. We would talk about it and then he would get an erection and soon we would go back to making out again. If it made him that hard then I was beginning to think maybe I should go ahead and hang for him on my Lastday.

He kept wanting to hang me for practice but I wouldn’t let him. I told him he would have to wait until Lastday. But he kept asking me about it and begging me to hang for him until I finally gave in and told him I would.

I don’t know what made me say yes. Maybe it was knowing how hard he would get. After all, I did enjoy pleasing him. But the closer my Lastday came the more reluctant I became.

The day finally arrived and he invited everyone he knew. There were certainly more people there than I was comfortable with. Still, a part of me figured it was his day to see me die just as much as it was mine. So I figured that hanging for him was the least I could do.

We all started making out on the mats he put out. He was so happy… and oh, so hard knowing he was going to hang me soon. He told everyone how special I was to hang for him and that it was going to be quite a show since it would be the first and only time for me in the noose, unlike Camilla 4 whom he had hung many times before her Lastday.

The closer the moment came the more nervous I got. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hang after all; it looked quite painful. Camilla had really kicked and I wasn’t all that certain I wanted to go through with it anymore, especially not in front of everyone. I told Steven 7 how I felt and he reassured me he would take special care of me.

The time finally came and I was nervous as a girl making out for the very first time. I stepped onto the pad to the extermination pit below and I found myself thinking how I wished it would suddenly open up and swallow me whole. But it never did.

Steven 7 noosed me and then he went to tie my arms behind my back. I asked him if that was necessary; I was already getting quite scared and I wanted my arms free. He said it would enhance my good vibes and that my having good vibes was the main reason for doing the Lastday dance in the first place, right? I nodded reluctantly.

Steven 7 pulled on the rope and the noose pulled me up until I was standing on my toes. Right away I began to shuffle around on my feet, struggling just to breathe. I didn’t think I was going to have good vibes of any kind. I was scared and I wanted back down in the worst way. I just wanted to fall into the pit like most people did.

Steven 7 was so hard; in fact all the guys had an erection. And all the girls had happy breasts. I felt a little better knowing I was the reason for all that hardness and happiness. Then everyone came up to me and started touching me all over!

It was scary but it felt pretty good. I’ve never been so excited or so scared in all my life. All those hands touching me, and those fingers checking my vibe hole? It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

Steven 7 backed everyone away from me. Then he motioned toward me as he proudly proclaimed. “I PRESENT TO YOU THE LASTDAY OF SERENA 6!”

I felt a jolt of panic and I wanted to tell him I’d changed my mind. But I could barely speak and the rope was strangling my breath away. Then the pad dropped away beneath my feet and I was suddenly doing my Lastday dance.

It hurt bad… hurt like you wouldn’t believe. My legs kicked as though I could not control them. The harder I kicked the tighter the rope got around my neck.

Steven 7 found some girl and I saw them wildly making out as I hanged there right in front of everyone. In fact everyone was making out. I guess I was the star of my own show… but it hurt so bad I just wanted it to end.

All of the sudden I felt it rush within me. Then I was kicking and jerking and gurgling for all I was worth. Several of the girls screamed, “GOOD VIBES; SHE’S HAVING GOOD VIBES!!”

They were unlike anything I had ever felt before. But the pain just seemed to get worse and worse. Soon I could barely breathe at all and I just wanted it to be over with.

All of the sudden I felt good vibes to end all good vibes. These were big ones, bigger than I had ever felt before. When they were done I just hung limp, too exhausted to do anything else. But I was still alive… and it hurt really, really bad.

Steven 7 came up to me and rubbed my body with his hands. He even fingered my vibe hole. He smiled, telling me how wet I was and that he always knew I would have the good vibes before it was all over. He was right about that of course; I’d had really  good vibes.

“I told you I would take care of you special, Serena,” he told me. Those were his final words to me. Then he cut the rope, telling everyone in the room, “SAY GOODBYE TO SERENA 6!”

I heard the goodbyes fade away as I plummeted into the extermination pit. It was a great relief, for I knew the pain would soon be over. It got really, really hot and I experienced a new pain unlike anything I had ever felt before. Then there was a whoosh and all my cares were over. But at least Steven 7 and everyone there seemed to enjoy my hanging.

Non-consensual Nina 9

I never liked the idea of Lastday. The Lifeclock crystal in my hand has always been a painful reminder of the shortness of my life. I never thought for one minute it was the least bit fair to make us willingly step into those extermination pits. And I hate fire.

Naturally I presented my objections to anyone who would listen. But they all thought I was crazy. They said Lastday was a celebration of life and death. I always snorted at them in disbelief how they could go so willingly to their deaths.

Each change in my Lifeclock crystal made me more and more fearful. I dreaded the day I would have to report to an extermination pit or attend my very own Lastday party. When my crystal changed from steady red to blinking red I knew my days were about over. So I became a runner. But there was no place to go.

Sandmen came after me, chasing me down to take me to one of the extermination pits. There was talk of giving them weapons; one day they might actually be able to shoot someone like me on sight. It was only a matter of time before they caught me, especially since they were making plans for a grand Lastday celebration they wanted to call Carousel. That place scared me most of all.

When I ran I had no friends and no place to hide. The blinking red crystal in my palm would give me away should anyone see it. So it was only a matter of time before I was finally caught by a couple of ruthless Sandmen.

They had me by my arms and were taking me to an extermination pit when they saw a notice for a Lastday party being held nearby. That meant there would be a pit right there for them to throw me in. So they told me that’s where they were taking me as it was the closest location to find a pit. That’s when I really began to fear for my life.

When we got there I was horrified at what I saw. Everyone was making out on mats while a naked woman was up in the air with a rope around her neck. She was strangling and her legs were kicking wildly to the appreciative moans and groans of everyone making out.

“This will be perfect,” one of the sandmen said to the other. “This will teach her not to run.”

“NO!” I begged. “PLEASE! I WANT TO LIVE!”

“Your crystal is blinking red,” the other one scolded me. “You tried to run. You must suffer the consequences.”

One of the men making out on a mat on the floor saw us and rose up with his girl. “Sandmen!” he proclaimed with a friendly wave. “You are welcome here. Come and join our celebration of the life and death of Karen 5.”

“We have a runner here,” the one explained. “Her Lifeclock is blinking. She must be exterminated.”

“They we shall hang her after we finish enjoying Karen 5,” the man declared with a smile. “My name is Steven 7. You are welcome.”

“NO!” I cried out in terror. “You are all crazy to be here! Don’t you see what a waste of life this is??” Everyone just laughed at me. I should not have been surprised. Many were making out, all caught up in the throes of good vibes.

Karen 5 finished kicking until she hung limp and lifeless. Steven 7 and many others got up to go touch her naked body, even her happy breasts. They even fingered her vibe hole. She barely moved at all; her face had turned horribly blue. And her neck had lengthened terribly.

Steven 7 retrieved a knife and cut her rope. I saw her drop, disappearing into the extermination pit beneath her dangling body. Instinctively I let out a scream of horror. But I was the only one to do so. The others just cheered her death.

“Come,” Steven 7 motioned for me. “We just happen to have another noose for you. We shall celebrate your life and death by giving you a fine hanging.”

“But I don’t WANT to hang!” I protested. It looked awful. But the Sandmen pushed me forward, telling me I was going to hang on my Lastday and that I had no choice in the matter.

I tried to resist them but the others helped until there were too many of them. Soon I was naked, being dragged toward the extermination pit. “BUT I DON’T WANT TO BURN!” I screamed in terror. Fortunately the pad closed over the opening so that I would not fall through. But I was afraid it might open up again at any moment as I was stood upon it.

“You will hang… and THEN you will burn,” one of the Sandmen cackled mercilessly at me.

A rope was thrown up over the beam and then looped around my neck. Then my arms were tied tightly behind my back. I was helpless, terrified my death was at finally hand.

“Come, friends,” Steven 7 urged. “Come and give her a proper sendoff.” Then everyone came up to me. They started rubbing me and touching me all over. Some even put their fingers into my vibe hole. It was shameful for me.

“Onto her toes!” Steven 7 said with great enthusiasm. I could see how erect he had become. Was he looking forward to seeing me hang?

The rope around my neck suddenly pulled me up until I was shuffling around upon my toes. I had a very hard time breathing as everyone continued to touch me. Even the Sandmen became unclothed before coming up to me and putting their hands all over my trembling, naked body.

“The mats!” someone proclaimed. There was a great rush to grab a girl and take her to a mat. Even the Sandmen were encouraged to find someone to make out with. Then the pad opened up directly beneath my feet.

I was sure I was going to fall to my death and burn in the pit. I opened my mouth to scream. But the rope pulled me up short and began to strangle me. A moment later my legs took on a life of their own as I started to kick for all I was worth.

I kicked and kicked as I swung back and forth in the rope. It was a pain unlike any other pain I had ever felt before. I was terrified and wanted to be released, although fearful of falling through the opening into the pit below me.

I have made out before so I know what that feels like. But this time I experienced that feeling in a totally unexpected way as my legs continued to kick. My knees drew together and suddenly I was experiencing good vibes like I had never felt them before, right there in front of everybody.

One of the females noticed and shouted out, “GOOD VIBES, EVERYONE! SHE’S FEELING GOOD VIBES!” Oh how shameful it was as everyone watched and cheered me on. Couldn’t they see I was strangling to death??

The two Sandmen were really making out as they watched me. Their eyes did not leave my naked body and it was very shameful. I could not help myself as I actually endured a second set of good vibes.

I did not think it was every going to end. I guess my body finally became tired of fighting against the noose. Then one of the Sandmen retrieved the knife from Steven 7.

I was barely breathing as he came up to me, his hardness all wet from that female’s vibe hole he had been using. He told me, “Now it’s the extermination pit for you, runner.” Then he cut through my rope with but a single slice.

I tried to scream; I did not want to fall into the pit. But I made no sound as I fell, although I was screaming in my head. The air got warm… then it got hot… and then it became unbearable.

I experienced great pain as I drew closer to the flames. I tried to scream again, my whole body in agony. This was it; I was facing my Lastday against my will. Then everything I ever knew ended with a great whoosh and I was no more.

2013 (written Nov 21 ’13 by riwa)

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Cuffed and Stuffed 4.5 (10)

Posted on January 30, 2019 by riwa

This is a bonus story for the end of January. Normally I post a JP illustrated story to UWFetish. But I wanted to write one for all my readers here. I hope you enjoy it.

The long day at the aquadome was drawing to a close. George made sure the last of the guests were out. Then he went around making sure everything was turned off and ready for the morning crew.

He was in the back when he heard a splash. George muttered an obscenity as he rushed out and headed for the pool. Who the hell had stayed behind and avoided being seen?

He saw ripples in the deep end and looked down. Then he rolled his eyes and shook his head. Mika had slipped into her wetsuit and was engaging in another little after-hours swim. Damn her!

He noticed the ankle weights she was wearing. He cursed under his breath, thinking he’d gotten them all and locked them away. She must have had a set with her he had missed.

She came up to the surface and smiled at him. “Hello, George. Just getting in a quick dip in my wetsuit before you lock up.”

“But I’m already locking up, Mika.”

She grinned impishly. “Then I guess you’ll just have to catch me and punish me, won’t you.” And with that she took a deep breath before allowing the ankle weights to take her to the bottom.

George felt his cock stir in his navy blue Speedos. So Mika was going to be difficult again, eh? She was always teasing him, toying with him while challenging his authority.

He strongly suspected she had a thing for him. But he’d never done anything about it. Now here she was again, teasing him by enjoying a late night swim while keeping him from going home.

His cock hardened as he thought about it. She’d previously made a few lewd remarks about checking out what was in his Speedos on several occasions. Maybe it was time to do something about it.

She stretched out on her back on the bottom near the pool drain and blew bubbles up at him as he looked down on her. Her braided pigtails laid out on either side of her head. He smiled at the way her figure tightly filled her pink and black wetsuit.

He went behind the counter and retrieved something he thought might come in handy. Then he started the compressor to the air hose. If he was going to do this, a source of air might come in handy.

He unlocked the storage locker and pulled out another set of ankle weights along with a belt and dive mask. He shook his head again, wondering how he’d missed the set Mika was now wearing. Then he headed back to the edge of the deep end of the pool.

He attached the ankle weights and belt before fitting the mask over his face. He put the reg into his mouth and tested the flow. Lastly he tucked the item he’d brought along into his Speedos before he stepped off the side of the pool.

He caught Mika by surprise when she saw him descend. She grinned as she swam toward him. Without even making a request she pulled the reg from his lips before fitting it into her mouth.

She breathed deeply as he motioned… “Isn’t it time for you to get out and go home?” She grinned as she playfully shook her head. He pulled the reg from her mouth, watching her spew bubbles as he put it back between his lips.

She reached out and grabbed for the bulge beginning to show in his Speedos. He grabbed for her but she scooted out of reach. She bubbled playfully before she returned, going for his bulge again and then changing tactics by snatching the reg out of his mouth.

She bubbled playfully before she put it between her lips and breathed deeply. George snatched the reg back from her, putting it back into his mouth. Once more he signaled… “Isn’t it time for you to go home?”

She smiled as she shook her head no, her braids waving back and forth. She came up to him and brazenly grabbed his Speedos. He tried to stop her but she succeeded in pulling them down far enough to expose his erection.

‘So that’s what she’s after,’ he said to himself. ‘I thought so. This time she’s decided to go after what she wants. So I think we’re going to play this my way.’

Mika worked the Speedos all the way off his legs. Then she grabbed his erection before reaching for the regulator. He backed away, forcing her to come after him for her next breath.

When she grabbed it and put it into her mouth he knelt down and reached for his Speedos. He put his hand inside to retrieve what he’d brought with him. It was time to teach her a lesson.

Mika thought he wanted to put his Speedos back on. That wasn’t in her plans at all. She grinned as she tried to brush them away, getting down onto her knees to wave them out of his reach.

She was caught by surprise when he suddenly produced a set of handcuffs. So that’s what he’d been reaching for this whole time?? At that moment she realized the game had suddenly changed.

Before she could react he clatched a cuff onto her outstretched wrist. Mika grunted into the regulator in her mouth in shock as George pulled her arm toward the white grating to the pool drain. She let out a bubbly cry, shaking her head in alarm when she realized what he was up to.

She put up some resistance, but her efforts were half-hearted. Deep down she actually loved the idea. It gave her erotic tingles something fierce.

It didn’t take long before he had her cuffed to the grating. She glared at him in faux anger. How dare he cuff her to the pool drain like this??

He smiled as he reached for the reg in her mouth. Now she realized just how important it had become. It was her only lifeline.

She tried to pull away and protect it. But she was tethered to the drain and couldn’t go anywhere. He successfully pulled it out of her mouth, causing her to spew bubbles.

He gave her a nasty smile as he put it between his lips to take a breath. Then he rose to his feet. He shook a finger at her… “Naughty-naughty. Now look what you’ve gotten yourself into.” She bubbled back indignantly.

‘Not so clever now, are you,’ he thought with amusement. His cock hardened right up at the sight of her pulling against the handcuffs holding her to the drain. Seeing her helpless while struggling to hold her breath was a real turn-on.

She looked at him and pleaded with her eyes for the hose. Then she tapped her lips with the fingers to her free hand, indicating her situation… “I need that regulator, George.”

He looked down at her with amusement. Then he shook his head. She bubbled in alarm, pulling against the cuffs in growing anxiety as a surge of erotic tingles flowed through her.

She motioned again for air as his cock pointed right at her face. She saw how hard it had become. She wanted it in her mouth, but right now she really needed another breath.

George smiled at her predicament. Then he pointed at his erection again before tapping the reg in his mouth… “Well, you wanted to see it. Now you can suck on it if you want another breath.”

Mika looked at him indignantly before shaking her head, her braids flowing back and forth. She lost a few more bubbles as her chest began to burn. She’d certainly gotten herself into it this time.

Once more he pointed at his erection. She gave him a dirty look as though indignant he would even suggest such a thing. Inwardly she was thrilled at the opportunity to finally get to suck his cock.

She leaned forward and licked the head of his quivering dick. She blew little bubbles at it to tease him. Then she kissed the tip as her chest heaved ominously.

Her lungs strained from her breath-hold. Her stomach was rippling; she was almost out of breath. She really needed another hit off that regulator.

She looked up at him as she touched her mouth again with her fingers… “I need that reg, damn you!” He just shook his head. Once more he pointed at his erection as though she hadn’t done nearly enough to earn another breath.

She grudgingly took more of his cock between her lips. She’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. She just hadn’t counted on him changing the rules on her like this.

She savored the taste of him in her mouth. Then she lost more bubbles out of her nose before she pulled off his erection and tapped her lips again. He grudgingly pulled the reg out of his mouth and handed it to her.

She frantically purged it before sucking on it and breathing deeply. He smiled as he reached for her hand, bringing it toward his cock as though indicating… “You’re not nearly done yet, Mika.”

She jerked her hand away although inwardly enjoying the game they were playing. In response George popped the reg out of her mouth before putting it back between his lips. She gave him another dirty look.

He pointed down at his dick with a nasty smile. Mika knew she didn’t really have a choice in the matter, not if she wanted to breathe from his hose. Besides, she’d been eagerly awaiting this moment for a long time now.

She grabbed it with her free hand and put it into her mouth. She began sucking on it carefully, once more savoring how it felt between her lips. She had no idea she’d get her chance to suck it under such ominous, yet erotic circumstances. Being handcuffed to the pool drain only added to her arousal.

She finally pulled it out of her mouth before touching her lips… “I need the reg again.” George shook his head before motioning… “Keep sucking.” She bubbled indignantly before she took it back between her lips, trembling with arousal over the way he was ordering her around.

Her lungs began to burn while she vacuumed his quivering shaft. She came off his cock and motioned… “I need the reg now!” In response he reached down and flipped her pink dive mask up off her face.

“Hey!” she bubbled indignantly, blinking her eyes. Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and impaled her mouth. Mika groaned as she trembled with arousal while he thrust his cock deep down her throat.

Her stomach rippled as her chest began to heave. The tightness of the wetsuit clinging to her naked body made her all sweaty and horny. Her pussy throbbed as she squirmed at her dilemma.

She tried to push him away… “No more; I need air, damn you!!” He just shrugged and backed away. Now the reg was well out of reach.

She felt an erotic jolt as she waved him to come back. He stepped closer where she grabbed his cock with her free hand. Then she went back to sucking him, this time more aggressively.

She lost another burst of air out of her mouth and nose. Before she could pull off and tap her lips he was already removing the reg from his mouth and handing it to her. Thankfully he’d seen how out of breath she was.

She crammed the reg between her lips, frantically purging it before taking a deep breath. Damn; that was close! She didn’t think he wanted to drown her. But he was certainly enjoying torturing her lungs.

He motioned at his dick… “Get back to sucking!” She shook her head no as she took another deep breath. He simply reached down and pulled the reg out of her mouth, causing her to spew bubbles again as he put it back between his lips.

He motioned… “Now suck!” She indignantly stuck her tongue at him before shaking her head. That’s when he grabbed her braids and thrust his dick hard down her throat, brutally fucking her face.

Mika gagged up bubbles as she tried to push him away with her free hand. But she quickly gave up. It gave her such an erotic thrill the way he was using her like this.

He thrust deep as though enjoying the way she gagged and grunted. It wasn’t long before her lungs began to burn again. Once more she tried to tap her lips with her fingers. That just made him thrust even harder.

“Oh fuck; he’s going to push me!” Mika felt a hot wave of arousal flow through her. Her lungs began to burn as he fucked her face.

He moaned as he grunted through the reg in his mouth. George felt like he was getting close to a release. Either she was going to take his load on this breath or…well, there was no point in considering the alternative, was there?

Mika began to struggle. Her chest heaved as she tried to gulp her breath back down while trying to swallow cock. She was becoming anxious… and incredibly aroused.

One hard thrust and he was cumming into her mouth. Mika could barely contain it all. Wisps leaked out around the seal her lips made as she tried to swallow it all.

Afterwards he thrust nice and slow, enjoying the after-suck while not allowing her to spit it out. Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He took the reg from his lips and waved it teasingly in front of her face before she snatched it away and crammed it into her mouth.

She groaned weakly. That had been close… and damned erotic. She could still taste his cum in her mouth and on her lips. Then she watched in alarm as he grabbed his Speedos before swimming up to the surface… “Hey wait; where are you going??”

She saw him climb out of the pool. Then she was all alone on the bottom. What the hell was he doing??

Mika felt another erotic jolt. What was going on?? He was going to come back, right? Surely he wasn’t going to leave her down here for the morning crew to discover, was he?

What if the compressor quit? What if he pulled the hose out of her mouth? What if they found her drowned down here in her wetsuit??

At that moment the worst possible thing happened: the compressor cut out. Mika tried to pull in another breath. But there was no air to be had.

She grunted in alarm as she tried to breathe while pulling in vain against the cuffs. She was going to drown down here if she didn’t get free! Where the hell was George??

Was he in another part of the building? Had the compressor failed from loss of power? Or had he deliberately turned it off??

She wriggled and squirmed as her lungs began to strain. She pulled against the cuffs with all her might. But she couldn’t pull her wrist free.

She was hot in her suit, the sweat making everything all squishy. Her pussy was soaked as it throbbed with a terrible ache. Her lungs heaved again, which finally set her off.

Mika winced and shuddered at the intensity of her orgasm. George wasn’t paying attention and the compressor had failed. Now she was going to drown down here in her wetsuit.

She was vaguely aware of a splash from above. There was a presence in the pool with her. Her vision returned to see George in his Speedos working a key into her cuffs.

The one on her wrist popped right open. Then he gave her a boost. She shot upward, kicking like hell for the surface as air spewed out of her mouth and nose.

She burst up gasping loudly for breath. Then she swam over to the ladder. George popped up and held on to her as he gave her a sly smile.

“Damn you, George!” she panted. “I nearly drowned down there!”

“I was watching you the whole time. Maybe next time when it’s closing time you’ll go home like you’re supposed to?”

“Maybe next time you’ll just have to punish me again for staying too long?” She gave him a sly grin as though she’d enjoyed what he’d done to her down on the pool floor.

“Get out of here; I want to close up for the night.” Then he grabbed her ass and pushed her up the ladder out of the water. She giggled as she headed for the locker room. She needed to ditch her wetsuit and take a quick, refreshing shower to wash the arousal off her body.

2018 (written Oct 19 ’18 by riwa)

(Poser renders courtesy of JustPaul.)

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Blowjobs before execution 4.3 (17)

Posted on January 30, 2019 by riwa

Three short stories of blowjobs before the execution.

Getting a new secretary

I usually go through about two secretaries a year. That’s because my work on Santamos Island allows me to execute willing victims. So I hire female secretaries for that very reason.

Jayne saw my ad on the Internet for a secretarial position with unusual benefits. Pay is double what the normal secretary might receive. And there are certain sexual “benefits” that go with it, if you know what I mean. When I need a new secretary, it’s because the current one is about to “pass away”.

I wanted to make sure Jayne was fully aware of her duties if she decided she wanted to work for me. She told me she understood my rules and my “sixth-month consequences”. But she was still willing to come.

I paid for her ticket to fly out for an interview. She revealed to me she was excellent at typing and dictation. She even had a good recommendation from her last boss, which also worked in her favor. There was only one test remaining.

I have a private cabin on the Island where I’m granted a little leeway with the authorities. I brought Jayne out with me where I introduced her to Carly. Carly was “on her way out” so to speak.

Jayne watched in awe as Carly undressed for me in my execution room. Carly wanted to go out wearing her favorite attire. So I allowed her to clamp a small, gold chain to her nipples, a chain I’d given her previously for three months of loyal service.

Carly wore sheer stockings clipped to her garter. When she was ready I got naked before I noosed her up. I already had an erection when I tied her wrists behind her back.

Jayne watched in awe as Carly took me into her mouth and started sucking. Carly had learned over the last six months just the way I like it. And this time she really gave it her all.

I allowed her to dictate the pace of her blowjob. She spent ten minutes working me up to a fever pitch. Then I unloaded in her mouth.

She moaned as she hungrily swallowed every last drop. Then I raised her to her feet. I brought in a chair for her to stand on, which she dutifully climbed aboard with a smile.

She panted for breath; she was naturally a little anxious. But I could tell she was excited the way her pussy dripped. She smiled as she told me, “It’s been a pleasure serving you, Mr. Lathrum.” Then she stepped off the chair.

She gawked as the rope took her full weight, and she swung back and forth. I smiled as I stroked myself. Then I instructed Jayne to “Please place the small bucket sitting nearby directly under Carly’s fluttering toes”. Her eyes were wide, but she did as she was told.

Carly’s struggles began to lessen after a few minutes. It was a wonderful dance, and I thanked her for her service. By then drool was spilling off her lips onto her tits.

She quivered until she hung limp. I went up to her and felt her up, enjoying fingering her breasts and wet slit. She quivered and shuddered until she began dripping urine down her legs to fall into the waiting bucket.

I stroked until I shot my load onto her crotch. Her toes still wriggled a little as stray muscles fired. Then I turned to Jayne and smiled.

“As you can see, I now need a new secretary. Carly served me well, but her time was up. I often grow fond of the women I work with. But I tend to get a little too attached at times. This is my way of making sure our relationship remains physical and professional.”

Jayne came over and inspected Carly’s naked body. She asked permission, which I granted. Then she began feeling her up.

“Incredible,” she breathed. “Absolutely incredible. And you say this is what happens every six months with your secretaries?”

“More or less,” I told her with a smile. “I once got a little too attached to a lovely lady’s skills. She gave great dictation and loved anal. I delayed the inevitable an extra three months. She was the one who had to remind me I needed to execute her. I think she was looking forward to it.”

“I see,” Jayne panted breathlessly.

She said nothing for the longest time. I thought for sure she was going to back out. Then she said, “Is that secretarial job still open?”

I smiled as I told her, “It sure is.”

“When can I start, Mr. Lathrum?”

“There’s a number on my desk in the den. The authorities need to be notified to come pick up the body. Then you can meet me in the bedroom. As you may have surmised, I have further needs.” By then my cock was hardening again.

“Right away, Mr. Lathrum.”

She looked down at my erection and licked her lips. She caressed Carly’s naked body one last time. Then she went off to make the call. That’s when I knew I was going to have another six enjoyable months ahead of me.

(Sep 19 ‘18)

Kenzie

I was in her backyard pool. She was wearing a light blue bikini. I was wearing my birthday suit. That was her idea. I think she had plans for something sexual. I had plans for something else.

It didn’t take much. All I said was “Vinny’s not happy with you. Play your cards right and I’ll give you a mouthful of cum before it’s over.”

She looked at me in shock. Then she stammered, “V-V-Vinny?” I just nodded my head.

“Shit!” and she tried to get away from me. I just grabbed her and pulled her back. She wasn’t going anywhere.

She really fought me. That meant she was underwater quite a bit. But it was her choice whether she wanted to do this the easy way or the hard way. Besides, her struggles and bubbles were really making me hard.

She was a slippery little minx. But she couldn’t get away. There was a ton of bubbles as I struggled to hold onto her.

I decided to go ahead and make her do this naked. It would look like she’d come out for a swim and shed her bikini along the way. So I grabbed for her top.

She screamed and struggled. But I got it off her. Then I held her under and groped her breasts. They were nice and firm as she bubbled for me in protest. Such a shame.

Next I went for her bottoms. I decided if I was going to drown her then I wanted to see the whole package. After all, why not?

She put up another struggle, but she was underwater so much I figured she would soon wear herself out. I kept at it until I finally pulled them down off her legs. They were such nice legs. And what a sexy twat.

I thought about raping her. But I decided to give her a break. A blowjob would be just fine before I did the deed.

I held her head under and pulled her face toward my erection. Right away she started making biting motions. I waggled a finger at her in warning. If she wanted to try my patience, there were far worse ways to die then drowning.

She made biting motions once more. Again I waggled my finger at her in warning. When she started to cry out in bubbly protest I slammed my dick home.

She grunted as I rammed it down her throat. She was still struggling a little. At least she hadn’t tried to bite me yet.

Bubbles poured out of her nose as I fucked her face. Her struggles were really making me hard. So I decided to prolong this for a little while.

I pulled her head up by a handful of hair. She gasped before she started to curse me. She managed to get out, “YOU SON OF A–” That was all she managed as I forced her head back down in a flurry of bubbles.

She gagged up bubbles as I enjoyed fucking her mouth. She settled down a little as she stopped fighting me so much. I appreciated that.

I gave her boobs a squeeze – nice and firm. She grunted her indignation. I pulled her up for another breath, allowing her a quick gasp before I forced her head back down.

I had a good grip on her hair. She tried to pull out of my grasp, but it was no use. She wasn’t going anywhere.

She grunted up another sexy mouthful of bubbles. Her struggles and the way she was bubbling was keeping me nice and hard. Her mouth wasn’t too bad either.

I gave her a good, hard skull-fucking as I held onto her hair. My cock kept hitting the back of her throat. She grunted and gurgled as she gagged up bubbles. It was sexy as hell.

I pulled her head up for another breath of air. She inhaled sharply before I forced her right back down. Hearing her gasps for breath was quite arousing.

I found myself wondering when would be a good moment to drown her. I decided I would do it the moment I filled her mouth with my spunk. I hoped it would be just as good for her as it was going to be for me.

I thrust hard and deep, noticing she was starting to struggle. She wanted up again. I decided one more breath of air for her ought to just about do it.

I pulled her head up and she gasped loudly. “YOU MOTHERF–” and back down she went. I decided this would be the one.

I thrust nice and slow, taking my time to enjoy the moment. She actually settled down and put some effort into it. Maybe she hoped I would show her some mercy if she let me cum in her mouth.

I heard her grunts and bubbles as her breasts started to wobble from the strain. I knew she was getting close. But then again, so was I.

She started beating against my legs with her fists as I fucked her mouth harder. She began grunting up bubbles in earnest. We were both getting close.

She really started grunting and pounding against my legs. Then she hitched as she swallowed water. A moment later she started thrashing about as I held on tight.

I fucked her mouth as she continued swallowing water. She finally began to settle down, her hair swirling all around her head. When I pulled out of her mouth some of my cream came out as well.

She just stared at my cock with a vacant expression as more cream swirled out. Stray bubbles slipped out of her nose. Her nipples were quite hard. I wonder if she enjoyed it a little. At least I hope she did.

(Sep 19 ‘18)

Frat house orgy

I’m a whore and I’m proud of it. I love sex and can’t seem to get enough of it. In fact, that’s how I make my living.

One afternoon I got a call from a frat house calling itself Phi Omicron Ro Nu. They were planning an orgy and wanted a whore who was up for anything. They also said a meal was going to be served later.

The idea of being the lone woman at a sex-crazed frat house immensely turned me on. I loved the idea of servicing all those horny students. The price I was quoted was triple what I would have been willing to accept. Hell, I might have even done it for free.

They said there might be some special conditions including bondage and roleplay. I replied I was up for virtually anything. I was open to oral, anal and even watersports, if you know what I mean.

We agreed on a price and a time of seven pm. I was really looking forward to it. So I began to change into something I figured the guys would like, something that would be easy enough to remove.

When I arrived I saw how many were waiting for me in the downstairs meeting room. There were all shapes, sizes and races. It made me so fucking horny knowing I was going to get to enjoy all those cocks.

They brought out some paperwork for me to sign so there would be no liability on their part. I assumed it was to protect them from claims of rape or sexual abuse. Sometimes those things happen, and I couldn’t blame them for covering themselves.

After I’d signed (without reading the full content), the guys all came over and started pawing me. It got me all worked up seeing how eager they were to get to it. I smiled as I poured on the charm, telling them how lucky I was and that I was looking forward to fucking each and every one of them as many times as I could.

Darrel seemed to be the guy in charge. He smiled as he told me he was the one who’d called. I told him I recognized his voice and that I felt lucky as hell all his frat boys wanted to fuck a sexy bitch like me with a few extra pounds on her. He just smiled and said they were all going to thoroughly enjoy me.

He said they wanted to start with a little bondage. I told them I was agreeable. So they led me upstairs.

A couple of guys got some rope and started tying me up pretty good. My ankles and knees were secured so I wasn’t going anywhere for a while. The fact I was about to become their helpless plaything made me so fucking wet.

They pulled down my top and exposed my breasts, running some rope around them as well. Then they attached a couple of clothespins to my nipples. I just smiled as I told them a little pain made it sexy for me and that it wasn’t going to bother me in the slightest.

One of the guys retrieved a black blindfold and wrapped it around my head until I couldn’t see. “We’re going to start you out with some anonymous frat house blowjobs, Betty. How does that sound?”

“Sounds scrumptious,” I replied with an erotic quiver. I was horny and eager to get the party started.

The first cock was pushed against my lips. I opened my mouth and started to suck. It was a nice, tasty start to my night of fucking.

“Damn, you’re good, Betty,” the guy said with a groan. I just loved the way he thrust into my mouth. It didn’t take long until I got my first protein shake of the evening.

I got two more before Darrel came in. I instantly recognized his voice the moment he spoke. But it sounded like he’d brought something heavy into the room with him which he thumped right in front of me.

“Ok, Betty. This is where it starts getting good.” Then he shoved his dick into my mouth and really started fucking my face. I was in heaven.
I could tell he was getting ready to cum. He finally pulled out and spurted all over my cheeks. It’s good the blindfold was on my face or I might have gotten some in my eye.

“Ok, Betty; we’re going to rest your neck now for the next batch. Just bring it down right here.” Then he pushed my head down.

I willingly complied until I felt my head and neck resting on something solid. It didn’t feel like it was metal… more like some sort of wooden support. I was appreciative, as being bent over sucking cock after cock was making my neck and back a little sore.

“Ok, Betty; get ready. Open your mouth, ‘cause here comes the next one.”

I opened my mouth in preparation for the next cock I was going to get. I couldn’t help wondering if it would be big or small. I didn’t care; I was determined to pleasure them all.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain run through my neck, immediately followed by the sound of a loud thunk. I felt funny, like I was tumbling in the air. My head hit something, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was.

What the hell happened? I couldn’t feel anything below my neck anymore! All my arousal and horniness seemed to have just disappeared!

I couldn’t see so I had no frame of reference. I heard Darrel tell me, “Well done, Betty.” I smiled… or at least I think I tried to. But I was so confused. I couldn’t even speak!

I felt weightless as I stood up… or maybe I should say I was lifted up as I couldn’t feel my legs underneath me. Then the blindfold was removed. The first thing I saw was a body jerking around on the floor with blood spurting out of its severed neck. Amazingly there was no head!

For a moment I couldn’t figure out who it was. But it was most definitely a female. She was tied up just like I had been and… HOLY HELL: IT WAS ME!!

I tried to scream, but my lips wouldn’t move. Then I felt something in my neck. A moment later the tip of this cock came out of my mouth. My head was being fucked in reverse by somebody’s dick!

Darrel smiled as he came up to me. “Welcome to our necro party, Betty. You’re going to be the star. Afterwards we’re having a big barbecue tomorrow… and you’re going to be the guest of honor. Then your head will be put in our special display case.” That was the last thing that registered as consciousness faded away.

2018 (Sep 20 ’18)

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