The witness 4.5 (2)

Posted on January 24, 2019 by riwa

A short, bonus story today.

Tony’s lawyers kept delaying the trial until we finally tracked down their star witness to a penthouse apartment. Two officers were watching over her, trying to keep her safe. Leanne O’Neill was Tony’s girlfriend and had witnessed him brutally executing that bookie as well as ordering two other hits.

Mikey and I staked out the penthouse until we figured out the routine of the inhabitants inside. When the time was right we made our move. We went inside and easily took down both officers with our silencers.

Leanne started to scream until I pointed my weapon at her head. “Make another sound, bitch, and I’ll put one right between your eyes.” She whimpered as she dutifully shut her mouth.

We knew about the hot tub in the private alcove outside. When I found a wooden chair I began to formulate a delicious plan to take care of her. I gave Leanne a sinister smile as I sent Mikey out to the car and fetch the blue rope we had stashed away out there.

She looked at me in alarm when he returned with the rope. I told him to watch the place and make sure we weren’t disturbed. Then I took Leanne outside with chair and rope in my hands.

I slammed the chair down. Then I pointed it out to her. “Sit down, bitch!” I hissed at her.

She sat down as she blurted out, “I’m not going to testify, Bruno; you know that! They can’t make me testify!”

“You bitches will say anything to save your skin,” I hissed at her as I started tying her to the chair.

“Bruno, you know I love Tony! You’ve got to tell him that! I swear; I wasn’t going to testify or anything!”

“How come you went to the cops, Leanne?”

“I didn’t go to the cops. Someone else made that call?”

“Who could have made it, Leanne? You were the only one there.”

“Bruno, I swear I’m not going to testify!”

I know you’re not,” I told her with a sneer. Then I went over and turned on the hot tub jets before telling her, “Isn’t Thursday your day to come out here for a soak?”

She turned her head and looked at me in shock. “How did you know that?” In reply I just tipped her chair back as I began working her over to the edge of the bubbling hot tub.

I got her right to the edge. Then I hung the front legs of the chair over the side of the tub. She let out a cry before I told her to shut the hell up.

She gasped and whimpered, begging me not to do it. “I know you normally like to soak with very little clothes on, Leanne. There’s no time to let you change into a bikini. But I can do this for you instead.”

I ripped open her white blouse and exposed her breasts. Then I gave them a savage grope. They were good tits; I understood why Tony liked her so much. It was too bad there just wasn’t enough time for anything else.

She cried out as I made her teeter on the edge of the hot tub. “Time for you to suck some water, Leanne.” Then I began to swing her off the edge.

She let out a scream before I forced her face down into the jetting hot tub. Bubbles came up that I know belonged to her. Tony felt betrayed and didn’t want me to go easy on her. So I didn’t.

I pulled her head up for a breath. She came up gasping and coughing. Water streamed off her face as some of those blonde strands got in her eyes.

“You knew better, bitch. Tony trusted you. Hell, I think he really loved you. And you fucking betrayed him!”

“I didn’t, Bruno; I swear I didn’t!” I just shoved her head back down. Bubbles came up as I held her in place, making her suck water.

I pulled her head up out of the water again. She coughed and sputtered once more. Then she cried out, “Bruno; please! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?”

“Anything, Bruno! I’ll do anything you want!”

“Even fuck me, Leanne?” I asked as I savagely groped her exposed mounds.

She gasped and whimpered as her nipples hardened. Then she nodded as she blurted out, “Yes, Bruno; I’ll fuck you! I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t drown me!”

I must admit I actually thought about it… for about a second and a half. I figured the bitch would be a good lay. But I was angry at the way she’d betrayed Tony. And now she was offering to betray him again.

“That’s what I thought, bitch!” and I flipped her chair over backwards. She ended up on her back at the bottom of the hot tub spewing bubbles. Then I shut the jets off so I could watch her suffer.

I stood there and watched for several seconds. Then I pulled her back up so she was almost sitting upright in the chair. She gasped and sputtered, coughing moisture out of her mouth.

“Bruno; I’ll do anything! Please don’t drown me! I don’t want to drown! I love Tony; you know that!”

“You love your own skin, bitch! I’m going to enjoy watching you drown!” Then I flipped her chair over until she was floating face down.

She struggled in the chair, causing it to shake back and forth. Her hair billowed around her head. I saw a burst of bubbles that made me smile with pleasure.

I heard a bubbly scream that was followed by a huge eruption of bubbles. Then she was shaking in the chair, hitching and bobbing in the water. There were little bursts of bubbles up at the surface, making her hair fluff and flow.

For a moment she really thrashed about in the chair. Then she began to settle down. There were a few more bursts of bubbles. Then she was still.

The water became peaceful as I stood there watching. I saw a few small bubbles pop to the surface through her flowing strands. Then her hair hung down as she floated quietly.

“I’ll pass on the message to Tony you’ve decided not to testify, Leanne.” Then I got out of the water. I went inside to find Mikey who was sitting there reading a magazine. At least he was wearing gloves.

He looked up to see me. He frowned as he noticed the condition I was in. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I got a little wet.”

“Where’s Leanne, Bruno?”

“I left her soaking in the hot tub. We can go now.” And with that he put down the magazine and got up before we both headed for the door.

2018 (written Oct 10 ’18 by riwa)

Vidcaps are from a waterbondage clip and are used for illustration purposes.)

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The last to die gets to live 4.2 (11)

Posted on January 24, 2019 by riwa

It’s spur of the moment; I have no idea where Master is taking me. But he has me all dressed down in my sheer white top and skirt, neither of which hides anything. I suspect I’m about to be put on display.

When we arrive at what I can deduce is some sort of club we’re intercepted at the front door by some haughty bitch in domination garb. “I’ll take her from here,” she tells him. Master just smiles and tells me to be a good girl and do what I’m told.

I feel a shiver of alarm. Do what I’m told?? What am I going to be told to do?

I’m taken to a back room. When the door opens I see I’m not the only one who’s been brought here. Five others are standing around uncertainly in various states of what I can only refer to as fuck-me attire.

The dom woman tells me not to cause trouble and then closes me in with them. The women in the room all look at me as if they don’t know what to do with me. I feel like the new girl on her first day of school.

I scan my companions, noting their attire. A black-haired woman is wearing a fishnet body stocking while a girl with long brunette hair wears something similar only with much bigger holes in her material. A blonde is in a sheer leopard print one piece that’s cut well up her thighs.

A brunette wears a sheer black baby doll outfit. The last one has dark hair down to her shoulders and is in some sort of black corset that makes her large boobs compact together. Her thong is pulled aside to reveal her slit. We’re all in heels of various sizes, indicating we are probably to be put on some sort of display. At least that’s how I process what’s going to happen to us.

None of us speak. I wouldn’t know what to say anyway. There’s a sense of tension in the room. We’ve all been brought here for some reason, and I have a very bad feeling.

Ten minutes later three women in those same domineering outfits come into the room bearing handcuffs. Each one of us has our wrists cuffed behind our backs. Now I’m truly anxious.

We’re led out single file – the blonde, long hair, baby doll…

me, then fishnet, with busty lingerie bringing up the rear. I don’t know how else to refer to them. None of them have spoken so we don’t have names for each other. Right now I feel as though we’re just objects.

One of our escorts opens a door ahead and ushers us all through. I hear gasps from the women in front of me. Then I see what it is that’s caused such a reaction.

There’s an elevated stage with some sort of wooden crossbeam in the ceiling. Dangling from it are six nooses that hang down from holes cut up into the beam. Off the stage I see a large number of men and woman have gathered, some sitting at tables while others stand milling around.

We hear a male voice declare, “Place your bets. Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.” Then I watch as those three women who escorted us start noosing up the blonde, long hair, and baby doll to my right.

My breath catches in my throat, and I look out into the audience in alarm. I finally catch sight of Master. But he’s talking to someone who’s writing something down. Is he betting on me??

The three of us not being attended to can only watch in stunned silence as half our number is noosed up. I hear little hums as their nooses appear to be raised and lowed out of the ceiling beam. Those first three stand in horror as their nooses are snugged around their necks, snugged to match their varying heights.

I look into the audience at Master again in horror, pleading with my eyes. He’s not even looking at me. Other men and women are talking to others who are taking notes as though many more wagers are being made.

That male voice speaks again. “Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen. The last to die gets to live. Place your bets.”

The last to what gets to WHAT??? I stiffen in alarm as I start to hyperventilate. By now the three bitches have finished and are working on us, getting us all noosed up and ready to hang.

I can’t believe it! Is that why Master brought me here? Is he wagering how long I can hang before I die? What’s going on??

I glance on either side of me to see the others are just as terrified as I am. Our odds are not good. Only one of us is slated to survive; that is, if her noose doesn’t do any permanent damage to begin with.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the bet will be lost when the woman you’ve chosen can no longer control her bladder. That will indicate she is too far gone and is officially out of the running. Place your bets, please.”

I pant like crazy, my nipples hard and my pussy throbbing. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Neither apparently can any of the others. A couple have that deer-in-the-headlights look.

Those three doms finally step away. The six of us are left standing snuggly noosed in line, trembling on our heels. I finally make eye contact with Master. He smiles back at me. Does this mean he’s confident in his wager? Did he bet on me or against me?

“Are all the bets in? Last call. Are all the bets in?” Now everyone in the audience looks to us with aroused anticipation.

“If I were you, ladies, I’d suggest you try to control your bladders for as long as you can. Good luck.”

I don’t know what registers first: the mechanical hums or the fact that my noose has tightened around my neck. The next thing I feel is a strain on my throat as I’m lifted upward with the others. My arms jerk behind my back as my feet flutter. My top ruffles to give tantalizing glimpses of my tits, not that the sheerness of the fabric can hide anything.

Something clicks in my brain and I try not to struggle. Maybe if I don’t move I will last longer and this will all be over. I try to control myself, but I feel panic setting in from the agony around my neck.

Long hair starts to rasp as her legs go flying. Her hair flows everywhere as she fights her noose. I suspect it will only tighten if she keeps on like that. And sure enough… it does and she fights harder.

On my end busty lingerie starts kicking and fighting as well. Maybe her boobs are pulling down too much on the noose around her neck. The other three start to flutter with their feet as they lose control.

My own noose becomes too much for me to ignore. My legs fly instinctively as I join my suffering sisters. The entire line goes off in kicks and struggles, the six of us putting on one hell of a show.

We kick, twist and gyrate, our bodies fighting for the right to live. Long hair jerks in her noose and then hangs limp. I hear a splatter of urine as a puddle appears beneath her feet. Ohgawd!

On my end busty lingerie kicks up a perverse dance until she too goes limp. She gently sways back and forth. Then a puddle appears beneath her. Two down; four to go!

I try to stop struggling, but my body can’t help reacting to a shortage of breath. Somehow I regain control and manage to hang limp. I hear murmurs in the audience as people point to me.

Do they think I’m gone? I’ve got to hold my bladder. Ohmygawd; my legs want to kick again!

I catch sight of that blonde in the sheer leopard print kicking like crazy. She can’t last long at that rate. She barely jerks herself limp before her bladder gives way. Half of us are gone, corpses swaying for the entertainment of all.

My legs want to kick again; it’s so hard to breathe! Baby doll’s on my right and fishnet’s on my left. Somehow I have to outlast both of them!

The three of us kick and sway, our legs fluttering for the floor. Baby doll loses one of her heels. Next to me fishnet looks like she has plenty of life left. I want to struggle so fucking bad that it’s almost impossible to hang limp.

I lose control and my legs go off, pedaling and scissoring. I struggle to breathe, but I can hardly get any air down my throat. Then baby doll jerks once before I hear her pissing herself.

Fishnet and I kick in one last duet of death. I struggle to catch sight of Master, but my vision is spiraling inward. Is he even out there anymore? Is anyone out there watching us?

I exhaust myself until I hang limp, my feet wriggling my heels around. My chest hurts; my lungs are on fire. Next to me fishnet has quieted down as well.

I struggle to control my bladder. But I feel like I’m losing the fight. Then I hear a little splatter right next to me.

I hear a cheer as consciousness starts to fade. I’ve lost all track of where I am and what’s happening to me. Then I hear applause. A moment later I can breathe again. My noose is gone.

My eyes flutter open. Master is onstage with me and has me in his grasp. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” Then he kisses me tenderly.

I smile weakly. I guess this means I get to live… for now. As long as he’s proud of me I guess that’s all that matters.

2018 (written Sep 1 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by an idea by unknown32)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4 (1)

Posted on January 22, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming February Rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
A lifeguard gets an interesting message from an angry wife.
A contest comes down to choosing who is worthy to be included in a drowning story.
The emperor arranges an exercise in beheading.
Anasuya gets the last word with a noose.
Another chapter to Gambling your Life away.
Two lesbian lovers make out until one hangs the other.
Diane stalks Revy until she is ordered to kill her.
More of the Peace Treaty as an added reward.

December stories/rewards will fall off at the end of January to make room for February rewards.
Mom is still hanging in there, although winter weather has made her decide not to drive too much. The weather here has not been too bad. And I’ve actually lost a little weight. It’s amazing what you can do when you tweak your diet and stop drinking sodas all the time.
Thanks again for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

JP Combo IV (reactivated 1-9-19)

5564 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older JustPaul poser illustrated stories. I spent over 4 and a half hours adding an additional 2000 words to satisfy myself and to add to your reading enjoyment.

Diane’s Cuban Crisis – Diane travels on assignment to Havana in order to investigate a sunken gunboat. But her presence does not go unnoticed as two brothers go after her with sinister plans of their own. (13 pages; 14 JustPaul vidcaps)

Snake Dive – Desiree goes out with a friend to a special location for a little free diving fun. But Desiree is unaware of the creature lurking in the depths as she starts to get herself off from the pleasures of the deep. (12 pages; 18 JustPaul vidcaps)

Girls, girls, girls (reactivated 1-9-19)

6543 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes three new tales of females in the water illustrated by vidcaps from the talented artist JustPaul and some of his older renders.

Lena – Lena the lesbian lifeguard has had a vexing day considering all the sexy female bodies she has seen in all those skimpy outfits. She needs a short swim to cool off, perhaps a nice little breath-holding session at the bottom of the pool while rubbing one out. Lifeguard Thelma witnesses her getting off and begins to consider what was once never considerable… going down to help her get off. (13 pages, 17 JustPaul vidcaps)

Penthouse payback – Emma is at it again, sucking things that don’t belong to her at a penthouse party. Afterwards she goes outside to cool off in the small soaking pool. But she’s unaware she’s been followed by the girlfriend of the male she blew. Sylvia becomes turned on watching Emma holding her breath while getting off at the bottom of the little pool. So she hatches a plan to get some payback on the wicked little slut. (9 pages, 9 JustPaul vidcaps)

Girl’s night – Karen is running late for a girl’s night out with Isabel and Billie. She shows up at Isabel’s house, all apologies for running late. But she quickly discovers the girls have started without her in a girl’s night that is not at all what she expected when she sees them in sexy lingerie in the hot tub. (7 pages, 11 JustPaul vidcaps)

Wreck-diving bundle (reactivated 1-9-19)

16734 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older fanfiction stories tweaked and edited for your reading pleasure. These are stories originally written for JQpublic so you know what to expect. Not only did he have certain celebs in mind when I wrote them for him. He expects them to swim down and then return with only the breath in their lungs. And he expects certain “complications” to occur during each swim down to a wreck. To start July you get a bundle of three stories at a good price. (My thanks to JustPaul for the thumb illustration to the bundle.)

Selena’s wreck dive – Selena and her friends are out on a pleasure boat in the Florida Keys when she is dared to swim down and explore a wreck directly below them with only the air in her lungs. She’s a good breath-holder so it should be easy enough. But there always seems to be a “hang-up” in these stories, right? (6 pages)

My hero – Courteney comes out to visit a friend and her son after an absence of several years. He has a massive crush on her and is hoping to show her this sailboat that went down in a storm last year. Courteney is willing and the free-dive is pleasant enough until something goes wrong. (14 pages)

Jessica’s free-dive into danger – Jessica’s friend Ashley has not returned to the surface. Thinking her friend’s scuba tank may have run out of air, she must free-dive to a sunken plane to find out where she might be. Ashley is found safe and sound, but Jessica is endangered when she discovers her friend has had a change of heart concerning the contents of the plane. (12 pages)

Femme Fatales (reactivated 1-9-19)

9285 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of stories for those who like their men bubbling as a result of the devious plans of conniving women.

Shannon’s ambition – A brand new story about a woman embezzling funds who comes up with a crafty way to put the blame on an executive and the secretary he’s been seeing on the side. Of course this means it’s going to have to look like he bubbled the poor girl in his pool before joining her out of guilt. But Shannon has a well thought-out plan. And she intends to inherit his office when the whole thing blows over. Inspired by the Baywatch clip from season two.

Melissa’s handcuff trick – Melissa is seeing a guy who’s cheating on another girl he’s been going out with for a couple years now. She likes to play breath-hold games with him while trying to escape from a set of handcuffs. But he has no idea she has conspired with his girlfriend to teach him a lesson. And the girlfriend has no idea Melissa has a two-for-one policy in these kinds of things.

This last story originated out of my editing an older story called Mike’s Miscalculation – a long breath-hold that goes wrong for the two of them. I was editing it to improve the flow and readability when another idea took off on me, morphing it into the story known as “Melissa’s handcuff trick”. So I am including it for you in its original form, lightly edited to improve readability as a companion piece to the handcuff trick story. You can decide for yourself which of the two you enjoy more as I present you with three tales in this little bundle at a good price.

Robyn and Holly 3 (plus bonus) (1-17-19)

17349 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes an older story re-edited. Included is a new tale inspired by a story I read many years ago that has influenced many of my writing projects.

Robyn and Holly 3 – Holly gets her revenge by dumping Robyn in the same tank she (drowned)was in during the first chapter. Emma joins her as the two wear wetsuits and scuba gear to tease poor Robyn who is naked while breathing off her own scuba gear. Facemasks allow them all to talk to each other (while Robyn is freaked out by Larry the octopus). (12 pages)

Frank’s yacht – After Jenny watches her best friend through the Plexiglas hull dangle from the winch (and drown), she learns how to hold her breath so that she too can ride the winch. Will she meet the same fate as her best friend Simone? A fanfiction sequel of sorts, this story picks up where a story named Simone’s Bet by Chez Marquis left off. (24 pages)

The Aztec Queen VII (plus bonus) (1-17-19)

10034 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of JustPaul illustrated stories.

The Aztec Queen VII – The Healer points handmaiden Atl to the fair maiden Citlalli who’s been practicing out in the river. After testing her skills, Atl reluctantly decides to bring her before the Queen. Will it prove to be a fateful decision? (18 pages; 13 JustPaul renders)

Penthouse present – There’s a slut loose in the company who now has her eye on her husband. So she decides to do something about it, starting with making the woman into a special Christmas present to her man. But does she have devious intentions in mind? (6 pages; 6 Justpaul vidcaps)

Lingerie Dreams – When Vanessa cannot sleep she goes out to the pool in her lingerie and dreams of her last underwater encounter with Paul. (8 pages; 8 JustPaul vicdaps)

Included in this bundle is a bonus: the clip Lingerie Dreams which inspired the story, courtesy of JustPaul.

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My mother hangs my girlfriends 4.1 (19)

Posted on January 18, 2019 by riwa

The first time I think she did it was when she hanged Carly out in the woods. I didn’t see her do it personally and I don’t believe Carly committed suicide. Who else could have done it other than mother??

I found Carly when I went out to meet her at our favorite place in the woods to make out and have sex. When I got there I discovered she was already there. She was hanging topless from a tree limb in her faded blue jeans.

There was dirt on her tits. It made me wonder if she’d been involved in some sort of scuffle. The way her hands were tied behind her back indicated she didn’t do it to herself. But I had my suspicions as there was only one other person I suspected of knowing where Carly and I liked to fuck.

Mother was outside hanging wet clothes on a line when I got home. “Hi, son,” she said with a smile. I got right to the point.

“Mother, did you hang Carly out in the woods?”

She appeared shocked I would even think such a thing. “That whore?? I wouldn’t dream of touching her, honey. You have no idea how many men she’s fucked. I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole!”

“Mother, she was my girlfriend! How could you?”

She stopped what she was doing and looked me right in the eye. “Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But you can do so much better. A dead whore like that is no great loss. Now go do your chores.”

She caressed my face before kissing me on the lips. “Yes, mother,” I replied. Then I sighed heavily as I turned and walked away.

It was too bad; I really did like Carly. She was a great lay and did all the things I liked to do whenever we fucked. I was really going to miss her.

—

Three months later it was Ginger’s turn. She liked to have sex, and I really enjoyed fucking her. But I didn’t dare take her out to my favorite spot in the woods. I was afraid mother might find out.

Ginger rented a house with some other girls. When they were gone she would invite me over. We fucked in just about every room in the house.

Things were going great until mother found out. Ginger and I were doing it on an old mattress out in the garage when mom showed up unannounced. She was wearing all black when she barged in.

She had painted on this dark red lipstick – my favorite color. And she had this rope in her gloved hands. Boy, did she look furious.

“Nelson, what are you doing here with this whore?”

I didn’t know how to answer. She’d caught us both buck-naked. I was embarrassed as hell.

Ginger stammered, “Miss Foster, what are you doing here??” She rose angrily to her feet, although I had no idea what she thought she was going to do to my mother.

“I’m taking care of another whore who’s trying to get her hooks into my son!” she spat out. “That’s what I’m doing here!”

She surprised me by hanging me a length of rope. “Nelson? Be a good boy and tie her wrists behind her back!” She didn’t even acknowledge I was standing there naked with the start of an erection.

“Mother??” I stammered uncertainly.

“NELSON; JUST DO IT!”

“Yes, mother.” Always make it a point to be polite to your mom, no matter how angry she looks… well, especially how angry she looks.

I took the rope she gave me and tied Ginger’s arms behind her back. “Nelson, what are you doing??” she gasped in alarm.

“It’ll be ok,” I told her reassuringly. “Mother knows what she’s doing.” I hadn’t cum yet, but her pussy was still wet from our fucking.

“But NELSON??”

I finished tying her arms behind her back as mother tossed the other rope over a beam in the ceiling. Then she made a noose out of one end. She did it so fast it made me think she’d tied one before.

At that moment I couldn’t help thinking of Carly. I gave mother the stink-eye, confirming my suspicions she’d probably been the one to hang her. She was too busy with the rope to notice the look on my face.

“Fetch me a stool, Nelson,” she demanded. I obediently went into the house to find one, Ginger’s frantic protests ringing in my ears.

When I returned I saw mom had the noose ready. She told me to place the stool directly underneath, which I did. Then she took hold of the noose before grabbing Ginger.

“This will teach you to go whoring after my son!”

Ginger went deathly pale. She shouted, “NELSON, DO SOMETHING!! DON’T LET YOUR MOTHER HANG ME?!” I couldn’t believe how hard her nipples had become. And her pussy looked like it was dripping.

“Mother, please don’t hang her, ok?”

She looked at me for a long moment as though I couldn’t fathom how she was simply trying to help me. Then she smiled and nodded. “You’re right, honey. You should do this one.” Then she held the noose out in her gloved hand toward me as though offering it to me.

I looked at mother and then I looked at Ginger. “Don’t do it!” she sputtered, shaking her head in growing horror.

“But she’s my mother,” I replied meekly as I stepped forward.

I took the noose from mom and carefully looped it around Ginger’s neck. “Place the knot behind her left ear, honey,” she instructed. “If you’re going to do something you should always do it right the first time.”

“Ok, mother,” I responded as I adjusted the noose accordingly.

Ginger looked at me in shock, too stunned to cry out.  She writhed and whimpered as though she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. I calmly finished noosing her up like it was no big deal.

Mother nodded with a smile of pride I had done such a fine job. “Very good, honey. Now step her up onto the stool while I tie off the other end of the rope.”

“Yes, mother.”

I had to help Ginger up onto the stool. She was numb with shock, unable to make her legs function. I got a good look at her dripping pussy, and it made my cock harden and quiver.

She finally stammered, “Nelson, NO!” I just shrugged my shoulders. What else could I do? It was what mom wanted.

Mother tied off the other end and then walked back over to stand next to me. “It’s really better this way, honey,” she told me, still appearing oblivious to my nudity as well as my erection. “Now allow mother to show you what you do to whores like this.”

She kicked her foot out, catching the edge of the stool. She sent it skittering across the cement floor. Ginger barely got out a garbled cry as she fell before the noose grabbed her and choked off her voice, pulling her up short of the floor.

She started kicking and twisting, jerking around like a fish on the end of a line. Her mouth opened and closed as though she was trying to speak… perhaps to cry out. But she couldn’t get any words out.

She rasped and gurgled as her legs went every which way. Her face changed color as her tits bounced. Her nipples were really hard like they usually get whenever she’s getting ready to fuck me.

I just stood there and watched as though in a daze. Strangely seeing Ginger hang like that was making me horny. Mother noticed right away and grasped onto my erection with her gloved hand.

“Is my son becoming aroused?” she cooed at me. “Let mother take care of that for you, ok honey?” Then she knelt right in front of me and took my cock into her mouth as Ginger continued to kick and strangle.

I was numb; I didn’t know what to do. Seeing Ginger like that made me so fucking horny that I couldn’t think straight. Thankfully mother was right there taking care of my erection with her mouth.

Mom watched Ginger’s hanging out of the corner of her eye. Whenever she spasmed, mom would vacuum my cock with her mouth. Whenever she jerked and kicked, mother would bob up and down on my twitching cock. And when Ginger spread her legs and flashed her cunt, mother took me deep down her throat, grunting and moaning hungrily.

Ginger suddenly went into convulsions, and I heard this dribbling sound hitting the garage floor. That’s when mother cupped my balls and swallowed my cock, sending me over the edge. As Ginger pissed herself I ended up giving mother a big load of cum.

Ginger finally hung limp and lifeless. All she did was sway back and forth, twisting in place a little. That’s when mother swallowed my load with a smile before pushing me down onto the mattress on my back, telling me, “Now it’s mommy’s turn, honey.”

She lifted her black skirt until I saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She straddled me as she climbed on and impaled my cock with her cunt. Mother calls that place a ‘cunt’ a lot.

She rode me hard until I got all hard again. Mother was facing Ginger and she rubbed her titties, moaning excitedly. Then she told the corpse, “That’s what I do to whores who go fucking after my son, you bitch! I don’t care what you thought you could get out of him, much less fucking him like that! You had no right to do that to him!” Then she let out a loud cry as she orgasmed all over my cock.

We were exhausted when she finally climbed off. “Come on home, Nelson. Let mother take good care of you. After all, I can do better than this dead whore.”

“Ok, mother,” I said quietly as I got up. Then I went and got dressed.

Before I left I took one last look at Ginger who was now hardly swaying at all. Then I sighed heavily. She was a good lay and she had a great cunt. But I guess mother knows best.

Mom saw me looking at the dangling body and wrapped an arm comfortingly around my shoulder. “Did you like watching me hang her for you, honey? Maybe someday I can go out and find another whore to hang for you. Would you like that?”

I nodded as though that might not be such a bad idea. Then we left the garage together. Ginger was left dangling naked from the noose for her roommates to find when they got home.

2014; 2018 (written May 27 ’14; ed. Oct 6 ‘18 by riwa)

(Idea inspired by Dorothy. Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes.)

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The Peace Treaty 6-7 3 (1)

Posted on January 12, 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.)

 

6 Family Beheadings

During the night I am restless, constantly getting up and going to the window. I awaken Gabrielle several times with my stirrings, but I cannot help it. I am filled with thoughts of how I drowned my dear, sweet sister and how I beheaded Akiel my betrothed. There will be more family executions in the morning; still more during the day. How I have grown to hate this peace process.

Gabrielle awakens in the morning. Together we prepare ourselves before going down to breakfast in the hotel restaurant. But once again I find it difficult to eat. In order to consummate this so-called peace treaty I must execute more of my family members before I wed that Bakir filth Prince Osman.

Mother and father come down and eat quickly, allowing me very little time for conversation with them. I ask her how things are going and why there seems to be complications to the negotiations. She tells me she does not know but that something does not feel right.

“Be brave, little one,” she tells me as she strokes my hair. “I know how hard it will be for you today. But peace between our two peoples is more important than the lives of our family.” If only I could believe that.

My oldest sister Shareel and her husband Nathan appear in the restaurant. Shareel is wearing the dress she wore to court her husband while Nathan sports a rather dashing suit of Navy blue. Mother excuses herself and rushes off to say her goodbyes to them.

I cannot look at them, knowing that sometime today I am destined to execute them both. My actions will leave their children as orphans. It is almost enough to make me sob with grief and shame.

Gabrielle looks at me and then looks around to see what has affected me thus. When she sees them saying their goodbyes to my parents she puts a hand on mine as it rests on the table. “Be brave, little one,” she tells me. “Be strong for their sakes.” I nod, but now I am unable to finish the meal on my plate.

It is not long until Gabrielle is summoned along with my sister and brother-in-law to see the hotel concierge. I try to swallow the lump in my throat, but it refuses to go down. She soon returns to retrieve me.

“It is time, little one,” she says softly. “There are to be some beheadings on the deck outside the hotel. The public is invited to attend. Even the camera that witnessed Anoria’s drowning will be there.”

So soon? Am I to execute Shareel and Nathan so soon? I never even got a chance to spend any time with them.

I rise up from where I have been sitting and numbly follow Gabrielle out of the restaurant. Out on the deck a crowd has gathered to watch the gruesome spectacle. The video camera with that female operator is there as well, dutifully recording it all to send back to her country. I would spit at the filthy Bakir, but I decide she is simply not worth the effort.

Shareel and Nathan wait quietly nearby, their hands already having been tied behind their backs. Thankfully I will not be required to bind them. But I see two other females in modest attire who also stand bound and waiting.

I look at Gabrielle questioningly as I ask, “Who are they?”

“That is Danae and the other is Charlese,” Gabrielle says simply. “They filled out the requisite forms and wish for you to execute them as well. Both have lost husbands in the war and wish to join them in the afterlife.”

I look at her in consternation. But she quickly reassures me. “They are both of sound mind and appear to be looking forward to the event. They even seem to like the idea that you will be their executioner. They are willing to go first in case you need the practice.”

I look over at the two young women who nervously smile back at me. I cannot help wondering if they fully grasp what they have signed up for. Then I sigh heavily, giving them a perfunctory nod. If they wish to be executed then I will endeavor to be as efficient and as professional as possible.

“Where are the Prince and his family?” I ask, looking over at the empty block next to mine.

“I do not know,” Gabrielle says, appearing as confused as I. “He should be here. I will go make enquiries.”

She slips away, talking to the camera operator as well as a couple of other people who appear to be of some importance. But they all shake their heads. She returns to me, appearing confused and somewhat alarmed.

“No one knows why they are not here,” she says in a huff. “But we are required to proceed whether they are present or not.”

“What about the peace process?” I demand. “I thought this was to be a joint effort.”

“I do not know, little one,” my handmaiden replies, shrugging her shoulders. Apparently she is just as much in the dark as I am.

“The paperwork for these beheadings has already been signed. You must proceed.” Then she leans closer and whispers into my ear, “Is it not wrong to delay the executions, making those who are to be beheaded made to suffer through an agonizing delay?”

I nod at her logic, blinking tears out of my eyes. Then she goes off and retrieves one of the widows. It is Danae whom she brings back and helps kneel before the block, gently adjusting her head upon the crimson stained surface. She then moves the long hair out of the way to give me a clear target to aim for.

“I am ready,” the young woman says in a trembling voice, her breathing labored. “This is for my husband and for the pride of Capree.” She tries to sound resolute but I hear a distinct note of fear in her tone.

I nod, taking a deep breath to compose myself. Then I hold the scimitar out above her, gauging her neck. She gasps and whimpers as I lift it above my head…

THUNK!

Danae’s head seems to leap off the block, bouncing twice and then rolling to a stop. Her body falls over onto its side, bucking and spasming as blood spurts out of her severed neck. I feel a shiver of something shameful course within me. But at least my blow was true and she did not suffer long.

I walk over, pick up her head and then display it to one and all. I am almost certain there is a flicker of consciousness in her eyes before her expression ultimately sags in death. There is polite applause: for the victim’s willingness or for my skill I do not know.

Two members of the military rush over and quietly remove the head and body. Then Gabrielle brings the other widow over. Charlese pants heavily as she is forced to kneel.

She looks up at me with a wild look in her eyes. She seems quite excited by the whole thing, and I lean forward in concern. “Are you all right?” I ask… not that it matters. Either way she will be dead in a matter of seconds.

“Yes,” she gasps in a trembling voice. “Forgive my excitement. I am prepared to die for my husband and my beloved Capree.” Then Gabrielle helps me by gently forcing her head down upon the block before stepping away.

I hold the scimitar out above her head, gauging where I will bring it down. But as I measure my swing I hold the weapon of execution a little closer to her neck than I intended. The blade accidentally nicks her, and she gasps and moans.

I curse inwardly as I heft the blade. But now Charlese writhes and squirms. Silently begging her forgiveness I quickly bring the blade down before I lose my nerve as well as my aim…

THUNK!

Her head tumbles forward as her body jerks in spasms. Blood spurts out of her neck stump as she pitches onto her side, bucking and convulsing noticeably. If I did not know better I would swear she has experienced some sort of sexual climax the moment the blade went through her neck.

I lift up her head and show it to one and all to polite applause. There is this incredible look on her face, almost as though it was the grandest moment of her shortened life. Then the two military men rush forward again to collect both the head and the body.

I suddenly spot four coffins that have been brought over for the event and are now lying nearby. I am reminded that two of them are designated for my precious family members. I look at Gabrielle with a pained expression on my face. She nods and then escorts Nathan over to the block.

He looks at me and smiles lovingly. “It is okay, little one. Do what you must. We are here of our own free will.” I am not certain of the truth of his words. But I vow to accomplish my task as swiftly and as proficiently as possible.

Gabrielle helps him kneel behind the block. Then she helps move his head into position. I have to blink the tears out of my eyes, knowing my aim must not be hindered in the slightest.

I glance over at Shareel, expecting a look of condemnation from my oldest sister now that I am about to behead her beloved Nathan. But all I see is love and understanding in her eyes. When I turn to Nathan I see the same love displayed there as his head rests upon the block.

I lift the scimitar and take careful aim. Then I bring the blade down swift and smooth…

THUNK!

Nathan’s head rolls off the block as his body topples over and begins spasming in the throes of death. Blood spurts out of his severed neck to pool with the crimson that has already accumulated upon the deck. Then I reach down and lift up his head for all to see, again receiving polite applause.

Shareel looks away, gasping in anguish as my heart breaks. I know they have volunteered and I know they do this for me and for our country. But it is still exceedingly painful. Thankfully the men rush forward and take the head away from me as they also gather up the body.

Gabrielle solemnly goes and retrieves my sister. Shareel and I exchange looks. Does she see the agony in my eyes?

She pauses near me long enough to quietly whisper, “I would stroke your hair if my hands were not bound, little one.” I have to fight against the tears that wish to flow.

Gabrielle helps her kneel as her breath quickens. She brushes the hair away from the back of her neck, giving me a clear target. Then my handmaiden steps back as I prepare the scimitar.

Shareel pants heavily for breath as I lift the blade. But my sister appears to mimic the actions of the beheaded widow Charlese. Is it possible this is also affecting her in some sort of sexual manner??

Her body writhes involuntarily as her head quivers on the block. “Be still, my dear sister,” I whisper anxiously.

“I am trying,” she whispers back anxiously. “But it is so hard. I am so excited I cannot help myself.”

I heft the scimitar and take careful aim, determined to do my very best. This one worries me and I take a few extra seconds to size up the path my blade will fall. Then I bring it down…

THUNK!

 At the last possible moment my sister flinches. Thankfully my aim is close enough, coming much nearer to her shoulders than I wish. But the blow is effective and mercifully quick.

Her head seems to fly as though liberated from her neck. But it is her body that bucks and jerks around as though caught up in some shameful sexual self-masturbation. I lift up her head and display it to polite applause, my body tingling with extremely disgraceful stirrings.

I take a brief look at her expression. There is something in her eyes as though she was all caught up at the moment of greatest pleasure before my blade came down. Then her expression sags tiredly in death, bringing tears to my eyes.

The men come and retrieve her head and body, concluding my assignment with the scimitar on the deck. At least I was able to perform my duties in a manner worthy of their sacrifice. But inwardly my heart breaks.

“Let us go,” I tell Gabrielle solemnly. I need something to settle my nerves. She nods understandably and together we walk away. I nearly slump against her in exhaustion and psychological torment as we head for the hotel bar…

7 Serving as Witnesses

“Little one!” mother exclaims in dismay when she finds us sitting at a booth. “There you are.” She scowls at the drink I have been nursing over the last hour. But apparently there is more on her mind than just my intake of alcohol.

“You and Gabrielle must come at once. They cannot start without you as witnesses.”

“Witnesses to what?” I ask numbly. I am still haunted by the expressions of my sister and brother-in-law after I beheaded them.

“The deck,” she tells me as she reaches out and grabs my arm. “Have you not heard? Prince Osman is out there preparing to execute members of his family this very moment!”

I snort in derision. “Have you not heard, mother? His family is exempt.”

“The deception has been uncovered, little one,” mother gasps breathlessly. “The negotiations are in chaos. The first of his family executions are about to begin. You must be there as witness or the negotiations may very well collapse.”

I look at Gabrielle in surprise as she looks back at me. Then we rise together, following my mother out of the bar. She leads us back to that dreaded deck and the bloody wooden blocks.

A larger crowd has gathered; I see that same camera still sits in place. That same female sits behind the equipment duly recording the event. I cannot help but dislike her.

An important looking man waits impatiently upon the deck near one of the blocks. When he sees us approaching he reacts as though the proceedings must now begin. I watch him brush himself off with his hands and then nod at the camera before starting to speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen. We are here today to continue our consummation of the peace process between the people of Bakir and the people of Capree. As some of you might have heard, there has been a slight misunderstanding as to the nature of the joint executions that are to take place.”

“Unbeknownst to us,” he continues, “some brave family members from the country of Capree have been executed without a corresponding sacrifice from the country of Bakir. There were executions earlier this morning… brave and noble sacrifices for the peace of our two countries without the full knowledge of the Bakir. This was purely unintentional.”

“Unintentional my eye,” I murmur under my breath with disdain. “I sincerely doubt they did not know. They never intended to execute any members of the family of that filthy Prince Osman.”

“Hush!” my mother whispers with an alarmed look on her face, nudging me to silence as though fearful someone might have overheard me. “We are at a delicate moment in the peace process! Do not make things worse!”

“…it is our intention to right this wrong,” he goes on. “Their brave sacrifice must not be in vain.” But I get the impression this is simply an attempt to gloss over the deception.

He gestures as he solemnly proclaims, “Without further ado I present to you… Prince Osman of the Bakir.”

The Prince comes forward wearing formal attire as he steps up onto the deck. He retrieves the scimitar as his best man comes forward with a trembling young woman, her hands bound behind her back. She is in a simple dress, but she has a natural beauty I cannot help but admire.

She is led over to the Prince who kisses her forehead. I see something haunted in his eyes. Is it indeed possible they are related? Then the best man helps her kneel in front of the block.

Her hair is pulled away from her neck, and I find myself breathing hard. It is a totally different matter witnessing this from the crowd. I watch as he measures her neck and then hefts the blade. A moment later he swiftly brings it down…

THUNK!

I jerk at the sound as her head drops forward and rolls onto the side of her face. Her body falls over onto its side and instantly goes into convulsions. Amazingly I feel a shameful surge of tingles as he picks up her head and displays it to the crowd to polite applause. Then he tenderly kisses her forehead before those same two men come to take away her head and body.

I cannot believe my shameful response. I am caught up in the spectacle of bloodshed just like everyone else. I force myself to stand there rooted in place like a giant oak, fighting to hide my emotions.

After her head and body are taken away, his best man leads a young man up to the block. The prince grabs the bound individual by the shoulders and hugs him with obvious affection. Then the young man is helped down onto his knees before the block.

I can see he is trembling as he dutifully stretches his neck outward upon the stained block of oak. The Prince measures his strike and then lifts the scimitar…

THUNK!

I jerk again with a start as the young man’s head leaps forward, bouncing twice before coming to rest. His body jerks in response as though fighting to remain alive before finally toppling over onto its side. The Prince grabs the head by a handful of hair and lifts it up to display to the crowd, again receiving polite applause.

This one is worse than the last and I feel something completely shameful stir within me. I may loath the Bakir – may believe these sacrificial lambs are getting their just due. But I should not react thus to the willing surrender to the blade of each one. My breath catches in my throat as these disgraceful feelings intensify.

Another female in a plain outfit with a down-home charm is escorted forward. The Prince does not react with the same meaningful gestures as he did toward the last two. Perhaps she is not related and only wishes to volunteer.

This time my eyes are upon the Prince as the woman kneels and obediently stretches out her head upon the bloody block. I watch as he hefts the scimitar and measures his strike. Then the blade falls…

THUNK!

I inhale sharply as her head lazily tumbles forward, blood pumping out of her neck stump. Her body spasms as she falls over, jerking and convulsing as her muscles react haphazardly to messages no longer being sent by her brain. Then he bends down, picks up her head and displays it to polite applause.

I wince, almost caught up in a shameful climax. This time I honestly do not know if it is in reaction to the executed… or to the power of the executioner. I loathe him as a Bakir. But strangely I find myself being drawn to him.

Another bound male is brought forward and forced to kneel. The Prince emotionlessly hefts the scimitar and then brings it down… THUNK! The male’s head appears to jump off the block, forcing the Prince to take a couple of steps to fetch it and then lift it up to that same infuriating applause. I am barely able to hold back my climax as I pant heavily for breath.

His best man leads one more bound woman up onto the deck. She is in a beautiful dress and appears to be quite attractive. But I do not fail to miss the tears in the eyes of the Prince.

He grabs her by the shoulder and holds her close. Then he kisses her deeply. His best man finally pulls them apart and then helps her to kneel before the block.

I find myself wondering who this woman is. She does not have the same facial features of one of his sisters. Could it be someone he loves, just as I loved and then had to behead my Akiel?

He takes a few extra moments to size up his swing. I find my breath catching in my throat. She turns to look at him one last time before offering her neck to him. Then he carefully hefts the scimitar…

THUNK!

Her head flies away, her body toppling over in convulsions as I stand there orgasming shamefully. He picks up her head and displays it to the crowd to polite applause. Then he tenderly kisses her lips.

I can tell he is deeply affected by this last one. But a part of me is not the least bit sorry for him. He is a filthy Bakir who finally knows what it is like to suffer loss as I have. And yet I feel a certain empathy toward him, having experienced the pain of executing my beloved Akiel.

The Prince comes down off the deck as the important looking man steps up. “This concludes the morning executions,” he says formally. “May these brave sacrifices between both sides emphasize our determination to bring a lasting peace between our two countries.” Then he walks away to the applause of the crowd.

“I have seen enough,” I scowl, motioning for Gabrielle as I try to cover the fact I have shamed myself with my sexual response. “Let us leave. Are you coming, mother?”

“I am sorry, little one,” she sighs heavily, “but I cannot. There is so much that still needs to be done.” Then she runs a hand tenderly through my hair. “Perhaps I can catch up to you during the lunch hour?”

“I will look for you then, mother.”

Everyone else is leaving. Gabrielle and I slip in amongst those who are walking away. For now the spectacle is over. But I feel a certain bloody stain upon my soul from my own use of the scimitar earlier that morning, a stain that I feel can never be washed away…

(written for Arachnid Dec 18 ’11 by riwa)

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Riwas Reads January sale (plus bonus captions) 0 (0)

Posted on January 11, 2019 by riwa

All products $6.00 and over have been marked down until the end of January. I thought you might like to know.

Also, I like to give you more than just product updates if I can. So here are 5 captioned pics I did recently. These girls seem happy to drown.

Have a great January!

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Morning executions – the Houdini tank 4.5 (11)

Posted on January 6, 2019 by riwa

I knew this day was coming. I’d hired myself out to him, knowing full well how it would end. Now I was going to be executed.

For those of us with little hope of bettering our situation, we’re allowed to sell ourselves into slavery. It’s a good life for the most part. But there’s a high turnover rate. The men who own us usually grow bored after a while, disposing of us so they can hire a new slave to break in.

I was told there would likely be very little warning. Master might have me executed on a whim. But life was good and I accepted my situation by making the best of it and enjoying all the benefits it had to offer.

Last night I was summoned into his chamber. There was more sex than usual. He used me in virtually every position imaginable.

The orgasms were glorious. But as the night wore on I began to have suspicions. Why were we fucking so much? Did he have something special in mind for me? Or was I being paranoid?

In the morning he was gone when I woke up. I dutifully cleaned myself up and got ready for the day. At ten he summoned me.

I got naked for him before I was taken down to his basement. When we got there I found a Houdini tank lying on its side. Right away my hands were tied behind my back. So we were going to play more drowning games, eh?

Extra rope was used to secure me. He ran the rope up through my crotch before wrapping it around my waist. It ran up around the back of my neck when he was finished.

A heavy metal ball was attached to my ankles. Then he tipped the tank upright with me inside. That’s when I felt that familiar jolt of fear and arousal.

There had been many sessions down in his dungeon before. This was not the first time in the Houdini tank. But this time I had a premonition something bad was going to happen.

My tank was placed in front of a small metal platform. My breasts hardened as I became short of breath. Then Master touched the glass.

“We’ve had a good year, Miriam. But our time has come to an end. I’ve invited some friends over to watch you drown.”

My eyes widened in horror as he strung a hose to the top of the tank. Then he turned the water on. It would take some time for the container I was in to fill. So it was to be a slow, painful drowning, eh?

He left me alone to contemplate my final minutes. I could not believe he was finally executing me! I’d hoped I would be the one that would soften his heart in order to keep me around a while. I guess it was a foolish hope.

The water had reached my waist when his guests began to enter. They all had glasses of champagne as they gathered around to watch. I counted four men and three woman.

They all came over to look at me, inspecting the tank I was in. Had Master told them I was going to drown in here? Even now I wanted to believe it was just another show for their amusement.

He’d put me on display countless times before. Perhaps he would relent and spare me. The water was comfortable, not at all what I’d expected. For an execution I fully anticipated cold, bracing water that would leave me short of breath and hasten my demise.

Master came in and mingled among his guests. He asked how they were doing and if they were looking forward to my performance. He acted as though I was just a thing to be used and then tossed away.

I heard one of the Mistresses ask what my drowning was going to look like. He told her there would be bubbles and lots of thrashing around. She seemed to get quite excited at the idea.

A couple of the guys smiled at me as they watched the water rise. I could not help but notice their arousal. Bulges became distinct in each set of trousers.

“I see she’s getting close,” Master told his guests. By then I was forced to tip my head in order to breathe. My heart raced as I trembled with fear and a perverse arousal.

I could see Master’s growing erection as well as he climbed onto the metal platform. In times past he would pull me up for a breath of air before torturing my lungs. Perhaps he would do so again. It was my only hope.

The water rose until I was forced to hold my breath. Master has subjected me to drowning games many times before. Thus my breath-hold times have steadily increased. Perhaps that was why he’d chosen this method to dispose of me. He was always so excited the way I struggled underwater.

I waited patiently as the water continued to rise. The seconds ticked by as his guests observed closely. They kept a respectful distance, making sure all could see what was about to happen to me and that no one blocked another’s view.

The strain in my lungs grew worse. I t felt like I’d been holding my breath pretty close to two minutes. Would he drown me right away? Or would he torment me first?”

He suddenly reached down and grabbed the rope up near the back of my neck. He pulled me up for a quick breath. I knew better than to waste the opportunity.

I filled my lungs before he dropped me. Bubbles spewed out of my nose. My heart skipped a beat as my breasts pressed against the front of the glass. I knew he wanted me to put on a good show.

His guests edged closer for a better look. I could feel the familiar stirrings of panic and arousal. How many times had I previously cum in this tank? How many times would he let me cum before he decided my time was up? Was he really going to drown me??

I could not prevent myself from rubbing my thighs together. The rope through my crotch was both agony and ecstasy. I could tell by the expressions on the faces of his guests how much they were enjoying the show.

How many times would he lift me up for a breath? Had I already gotten my last one? There was no way of knowing.

“How long can she last?” one Mistress asked.

“A long time, actually,” his voice replied from behind me as I released bubbles out of my nose. This was not just an execution, but a performance I was expected to give them all.

I strained for all I was worth until my stomach began to ripple. I swallowed my breath back down as I struggled not to inhale. The agony was terrible, yet erotic – a form of asphyxiation I’d learned to climax to over and over again.

“She will cum right before she loses her breath,” I heard Master tell them. That’s when I knew what was required of me. He always waited until seemingly the very last moment before pulling me up.

I strained; I struggled; I fought to conserve my air in my lungs. At the same time the rope dug cruelly into my crotch. I was not sure how much longer I could hold out.

I felt panic start to swell within me. Was he really going to drown me this time? There was enough evidence that indicated “yes”, although I still held out hope.

I lost a burst of bubbles before it overtook me, a hot wave of pleasure. I writhed and bubbled, my legs bending as I brought my thighs together. The Mistresses “oohed” and “aahed” as a stain appeared in a set of trousers before me.

I felt him pull on the rope behind my neck, pulling me up for a breath. I gasped deeply, panting like crazy at the rush of air down my lungs. “Well done, my pet,” Master told me from behind with pride. “You’ve earned a faster drowning.” And with that he let me go.

I hit the bottom, losing more bubbles out of my nose. I strained for all I was worth to hold my breath. But I was already tired, the orgasm having taken away my energy reserves.

The strain returned, much quicker than before. His guests took another step forward. My eyes opened wider in alarm.

Was this it; was he really going to drown me now? It was hard to imagine him giving me up like this. On the other hand we’d fucked special last night, well into the early morning hours. It was easy to believe he really meant it this time.

My stomach rippled as my chest heaved. The burn in my lungs got worse, even as I released a few bubbles to lessen the strain. It helped for a moment, only for the agony in my lungs to return.

I released more bubbles, watching his guests observe my every move. I could not help pleading with my eyes. But there was no mercy to be seen in their excited faces.

I released more bubbles, but it did no good. My lungs heaved noticeably. The Mistresses had looks of rapture on their faces.

The orgasm that hit was more intense than before. I writhed and bubbled as my knees bent. The pleasure momentarily blotted out the agony. Then it returned in a rush.

My lungs screamed, my stomach rippling as my chest heaved. I anxiously awaited master’s hand to reach down, grab the rope and pull me back up.

I waited in vain.

I swallowed a little mouthful of water. My lungs heaved again as more bubbles spewed out of my nose. I gulped as I swallowed again, but I simply could not hold my breath anymore.

I gulped water as air spewed out of my nostrils. Then I inhaled deeply. Instantly my body was wracked with painful convulsions.

I tried to cough all that water back up. But I only succeeded in swallowing more. I began hitching and gurgling in agony, unable to believe it could hurt so bad.

Master’s guests eagerly leaned forward as one as I drowned in front of them. I kept gulping water as my lungs heaved in protest. Then I felt another massive wave of pleasure crash over me, my thighs reflexively rubbing together as my knees bent.

It was gone in an instant, although I thought I heard one Mistress remark, “My gawd; she just orgasmed again!” The pain returned in a rush as I kept trying to breathe, only to pull more water into my lungs. I fought over each mouthful until my body finally shut down.

I hitched gently as though I was still attempting to breathe. I felt my bladder give way as a warmth filled the water at my crotch. There was another small wave of pleasure that enveloped me. Then my vision began to constrict around the edges until I was aware of nothing at all as I gently swayed back and forth in Master’s Houdini tank…

2018 (written Oct 7 ’18 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Waterbondage.com and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Dec 31, 2018 Update 0 (0)

Posted on December 31, 2018 by riwa

The second half of the year has been interesting. The good news is I managed to make two trips up to see mother this year. We found a way to air out the interior of the house because of her smoking. She was so appreciative I stayed with her that she has now decided not to smoke in the house anymore. That is a sacrifice on her part and I greatly appreciate it.

She’s had her share of health issues. She banged her leg and she even received a spider bite. But the leg is healing and the spider bite is no longer affecting her. Her main focus is on the medications necessary for her heart and some other glands. She worries me, but she tells me she is getting along as best she can.

I guess I was feeling guilty about not having health issues of my own. So I decided to go all out the second half of this year. I started with a painful kidney stone lodged where it shouldn’t have. I ended up passing 4 of them. Next was the discovery of a gallstone. That, too, was painful. I’ve been forced to adjust my diet, and on a side note I’ve lost about 9 pounds. It’s amazing what you can do when your body complains if you eat the wrong thing.

Not content with stones, I had a chunk of skin removed. They discovered melanoma. In January I’ll have a biopsy to see if little melanoma villages have sprouted up all over my insides. That would be no fun at all. And yes, my mind went to unhappy places when I was first told what they found.

Not to be left out, I had two cavities filled in December. Then my body decided to take a break when I got a Christmas cold. The only present it gave me was congestion. But I’m feeling much better now.

So that was the exciting part of my year. I hate to be one of those older people discussing his health issues. So I won’t discuss them anymore. Instead I’ll tell you I’m working at getting some older stories reposted. I have a lot to go through, but I’ve also reposted a lot. I had no idea I’d written so much. I guess that means I’m going to need more self-discipline for next year to get all these stories re-edited and re-posted.

I hope your year was a lot less “eventful” than mine was if you know what I mean. I hope the holidays were special and that you created many wonderful memories with friends and family. I appreciate you coming and finding a story to read and enjoy. Thank you so much for stopping by.

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New Year’s Eve Terrie 4.6 (9)

Posted on December 31, 2018 by riwa

It was New Year’s Eve, and Terrie was alone. Her plans for a date had not panned out. So she was out slumming it in one of the Tampa bars.

She was interested in a little shemale action, although a lesbian encounter would suffice. She wanted to end the year by strangling the first unlucky bitch she could pick up and take to a motel. She wanted to fuck death orgasms out of the corpse to ring in the New Year. But so far she wasn’t having any luck.

If all else failed she hoped to run into a couple of acquaintances she knew as a last ditch effort. These were women who were well known for their promiscuity. In fact she’d learned about their reputations from a couple of regulars at the bar.

She’d had drinks with them once before. But they’d had other plans and had asked for a raincheck. Perhaps tonight was the night to cash that check in, if only they would show up.

She asked the female bartender, a woman she was attracted to, if she’d seen the women she was thinking about. Yes, they’d both been in earlier. But they’d left with a couple of others she strongly suspected were “packing a little extra male anatomy, if you know what I mean”.

Terrie sighed with disappointment. Damn! They’d probably gotten the kind of night she was hoping for. And here she’d even tried the butch cut for her hair and everything, just to attract some attention!

It was almost 11pm, and Terrie was still alone. She’d just decided to call it a night when she turned and bumped into a woman. Immediately she apologized.

“No need to apologize, honey. I saw you sitting here by yourself and wanted to come over and introduce myself. Are you leaving?” The newcomer looked exotic with her dark skin, large boobs and short hair.

“Well, I was thinking of going home since there doesn’t seem to be much going on around here.”

“Are you looking for a little action?”

“Why? Are you offering some?” Terrie looked her up and down, licking her lips at the idea of asphyxiating this sexy looking bitch.

“I think I can offer you a night you won’t forget… that is, if you’re interested.”

Terrie would have played hard to get. But she was horny, it was getting late, and she was willing to take anything she could get. A night with this exotic creature might be just the ticket. So she paid her bar tab before telling her to lead the way.

–

Terrie got excited when they went to the woman’s home. This would make it easy to asphyxiate her now without having to move the body! Terrie found herself getting wet with excitement.

Once they got inside the door, they started making out. Terrie pressed up against her, only to discover she was packing. It was an added bonus.

She gasped with delight as she reached down and rubbed the growing bulge. “You’re not upset?” the exotic woman asked with a questioning look.

“Oh not at all,” Terrie purred. “It’s the best of both worlds – tits and cock! And you have both – a nice ‘clitty’ and a great set of knockers.”

“Yours are great too, hun,” the woman said as she pushed her face between them. Terrie was half tempted to smother her with her boobs right then and there.

“Love your thigh-high heels, hun,” the woman told her. “They make you look sexy.” And with that they slowly started undressing each other until all that remained was their footwear.

Terrie got onto her knees and slobbered all over the sexy woman’s hardened “clitty” It was nice and erect, a healthy length and a delicious diameter. She was going to enjoy sucking death cums out of it all night long.

Terrie was finally ready for some cock up her twat. She asked, “Shall we head back to the bedroom?”

“Of course, honey. Now it’s my turn for some fun.”

“Your turn?”

“You’ll find out.”

They walked down a hall to a back bedroom. Before they got there Terrie thought she heard something. She paused as she turned toward her host.

“Wait; do you have company?”

“Just a couple friends of mine. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh no; of course not. I was just… I was just expecting it would be you and I is all.”

“Well, we’re having a little New Year’s Eve party. I hope you don’t mind I like to share. Besides, if you like what I’m packing then you’re going to love what they’ve got.”

“Oh really?”

Terrie tried not to sound too disappointed. It wasn’t how she’d hoped the night would turn out. But having sex with a trio of shemales was bound to give her some juicy orgasms.

When they walked in the door she saw she’d entered an orgy. Inside were two more equally exotic, dark-skinned women with large breasts. They were naked… and they were definitely packing.

What surprised her was seeing those two acquaintances she knew from the bar lying naked on the large bed. What an incredible coincidence! Here they were, together at this house on New Year’s Eve and… wait a minute!

They were both lying flat on their backs, their heads hanging off the end. The one she knew as Shawna was being fucked in her cunt by an equally exotic, brown-haired beauty. Her body rocked from the thrusts as her boobs wobbled like crazy. But her face was a very dark shade of red… almost purple.

Her eyes were open, but they looked sort of glazed over. She wasn’t reacting in the slightest. And there was a strange red line cutting around her neck, looking puffy and swollen.

Deanne was lying right next to her, her mouth getting fucked deep and hard. Her playmate was groping and molesting her boobs. She had the same red line around her throat, the same disturbing color on her face.

“What the hell? Terrie gasped in alarm. A moment later she felt a rope come down around her neck. It was pulled tight as a cock thrust hard into her cunt.

She started gasping and gurgling as the one fucking the lifeless woman she knew as Shawna looked in their direction. “Did you pick out a good one, Colette?”

“Found her at that same bar, Yarina. She’s got nice tits and is more than willing. How’s that one coming along?”

“Great! I just fucked another death cum right out of her!”

“Damn; you got a good one then! Let’s hope I picked out a winner here. What about you, Sherie?”

“I’m going to fill her mouth with cum before I fuck her dead ass, Colette.”

“Good for you.” Then she leaned closer to Terrie’s ear as she fucked her harder.

“Yarina got to fuck that bitch while strangling her to death. Sherie got the other one. They were too cummed up to put up any kind of resistance. Now you’re going to cum for me while I strangle you to death, right?”

Terrie tried to rise up to resist. Colette roughly pushed her back down until she was almost touching the floor with her hands. “Oh no, honey! You look right into that full length mirror right in front of you and enjoy the show. I know I’m going to.”

Terrie looked ahead to see a full length mirror had indeed been set up. She hadn’t paid any attention to it because she’d been distracted by the others’ fucking the two dead bodies on the bed. Now she could see her reflection, the image of a big-boobed butch all dizzy and breathless, the rope tightening and threatening to cut off her air.

“We’re going to have fun ringing in the New Year with your three dead corpses, honey. Oh, we had fun with them first. Then I left them to enjoy themselves while I went to the bar to pick you up. Now that you’re here we’re going to have a lot of necro sex fun after midnight, don’t you think?”

Terrie rasped and gurgled as she tried to pry the rope off from around her throat. Colette kept swatting her hands away. “Oh no, honey. You’re going to give me a good climax before I enjoy your corpse, right? Just look at yourself in the mirror and watch yourself go. I promise the three of us will take good care of you after you’re gone. We always share our play-toys with each other, especially when it comes to pulling death-cums out of a sexy corpse. So don’t you worry. You’ll get to experience their cocks again and again long after you’re gone.”

Terrie couldn’t help squeezing involuntarily with her cunt as she struggled to breathe. “You feel great clenching around my “clitty” baby. I’ll bet you’ve done this before haven’t you… been asphyxiated during sex? Damn! I think I got the best one of the three!”

Terrie looked over to see Shawna’s body twitch a little. Was the woman having an orgasm after she was dead?? And did Deanne just twitch her mouth a little as though she was sucking on that cock even though she was gone??

Terrie rasped and gurgled as she tried to breathe. She tried to rise up, only for Colette to push her back down. “Damn, honey! I’ve got to cum already!” And with that Terrie passed out as she was filled with her cream.

When she regained consciousness her situation hadn’t changed any. Colette was now fucking Shawna’s dead mouth as Sherie fucked Deanne’s cunt. Looking in the mirror revealed her reddened face along with the image of Yarina thrusting behind her as she was fucked again, the rope pulling tight.

“Damn, Colette; you’re right! She really clenches when she’s being strangled! Just look at her face in the mirror.”

“Nice and red, isn’t it? I swear she’s done this before.”

“Hell, do I get a turn?”

“You might as well, Sherie! She might last long enough for all three of us to fuck her before midnight!”

Terrie tried to rise up again. But she was deeply strangled. She looked in the mirror and saw a profoundly asphyxiated woman with a butch haircut looking back at her while an exotic, dark-skinned shemale beauty gave her the fucking of her life.

She numbly glanced over at the bed. Shawna was still dead, although her mouth was “eagerly” taking that she-cock. Next to her Deanne was being ruthlessly pounded, her boobs really shaking.

Terrie clenched instinctively around the cock thrusting inside her. Her brains were scrambled from the asphyxia. That’s when she saw the woman in the mirror reach underneath to reach for her nub.

“Damn, Colette! This bitch is fingering herself!” And with that Terrie orgasmed before passed out again.

When she awakened she saw Yarina fucking Shawna on the bed while her friend Colette was pounding Deanne. Both shemale beauties were thrusting in unison, trying to see who could get their corpse to have a death orgasm first. Both faces of the dead women were shaded almost to a purple or blue-grey.

She looked in the full length mirror and identified who was now fucking her. What was her name again? Was it Sherie? She was having a hard time thinking clearly.

She felt it swell within her. She was so breathless she could hardly think straight. But her hand reflexively reached back to finger her button.

“Damn, Colette! She’s doing it again!”

“Come inside her as she passes out!” And with that Terrie orgasmed herself into unconsciousness as she felt another helping of cream fill her cunt.

Terrie couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not. She stared into a mirror at a woman who seemed to be deeply asphyxiated. Some exotic beauty was fucking her hard from behind. She thought she vaguely recognized her from the bar.

At that moment fireworks went off somewhere outside in the neighborhood. “That’s your cue, honey,” the shemale told her, pulling hard on the rope. “It’s midnight so it’s time for you to die. So look in the mirror and watch yourself fade away, ok?” Now Terrie couldn’t breathe at all.

She was too weak to reach back to finger her button. She just stood there balanced on her heels, her hands almost to the floor. She didn’t know who or where she was, only that she was cumming again… orgasming her way into oblivion.

“Damn, I think she’s dead on her feet!” Colette gasped. Then she pulled her cock out and sprayed all over Terrie’s backside. There were stray twitches and muscle spasms. But there certainly didn’t seem to be any life left.

“Ok, girls!” Colette declared! “We’re going to necro fuck the New Year in right!” And with that they all changed corpses, knelt them over the end of the bed and then fucked their asses side by side to fully usher in the New Year.

2017 (Written for Terrie Dec 27 ’17 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 0 (0)

Posted on December 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming January rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
A woman becomes obsessed with hanging her friend.
Two girls volunteer to be barbecued.
A maid bursts in at the wrong time and ends up “getting a bath”.
Pooja is curious about a noose machine and how it works.
A woman gets a bucket of air to breathe from as she tries not to drown.
More of the Peace Treaty as an added reward.
A swimcap can have more than just one use.
And anything else I might get the urge to post.

November stories/rewards will fall off at the end of December to make room for January rewards.
This year I hit the big medical trifecta – kidney stones, gallstone and melanoma. Did I neglect to mention the two cavities I had filled and the Christmas cold I’m getting over? I guess that makes 5 instead of 3. It can be such a pain when your body gets older. I sure hope your Christmas went much healthier than mine did and that you made some nice memories to look back on with fondness.
Happy New Year and thank you so much for being my patrons.
See you in 2019.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Shelly 19 (plus bonus) (12-6-18)

17184 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of recently edited older stories with an addition of nearly 1600 words.

Shelly 19 – The pair of females out in the deep end are practicing and pretending. Then they decide it’s my turn to pretend to bubble my breath away. But when my first attempt doesn’t go well, they decide they want me to do it for real. Will Shelly come out in time to intervene? Or does she want to watch? (15 pages)

Late Night Bondage Slut 3-4 – The female swimmer wants me to cut loose and have fun with her, wanting me to enjoy our time together of bondage and sexuality every bit as much as she will. This night may prove to be an incredibly erotic one.  (17 pages)

Emma bundle 3 (reactivated 12-14-18)

16783 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older Emma-getting-herself-into-trouble stories, with over four and a half hours of recent editing and an additional 1800 words added for your reading enjoyment.

A dangerous man – Emma gets more than she bargains for when she meets Ryan at a cocktail club. She sneaks him back to her dive center after hours (her day job) to fulfill her erotic fantasies by seeing if he truly is ‘a dangerous man’. (13 pages)

Another little diving incident – Emma gets trapped inside a wire mesh cage in her wetsuit and scuba gear while checking underwater sensors for the river. To complicate matters, her tank is low on air while her boss Stephanie drifts right outside the cage with a wicked grin on her face. (8 pages)

Trying a new regulator – Emma’s boss Stephanie tells Emma to come to her boat after work to try out a new regulator. But when Emma gets there she discovers her boss has no intentions of her actually trying it out in the river. Instead it will turn into an erotic breath-play that could turn on her for the worse! (8 pages)

Mothers and Sons (reactivated 12-14-18)

18151 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older stories I have edited about mothers and their sons being in the pool together.

Pool thoughts – A mother discovers her son is in the pool again and starts having naughty thoughts about him. But her son starts having his own naughty thoughts the moment he sees his mother come out to the pool. Will their fantasies overcome their sensibilities? (17 pages)

Seducing a mother and her son – Stephanie is chatting with their next door neighbor Marie while her son uses the pool. But the neighbor has erotic designs on both mother and son… as well as something else a little more bubbly. (10 pages)

The boy who mows the lawn – Two brothers in their 40’s have some erotic pool fun with the teenager who mows the lawn. His mother shows up and becomes so excited at the activity in the pool that she decides to join in. (8 pages)

Dear Diary 13 (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 12-14-18)

words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of newly written stories. Included is a new chapter involving what Kristen experiences in the water that she keeps writing about in her diary. Also included is another segment of Paris’ visit to the Club with the other Pi Omicron Ro Nu pledges during Sorority night. (My thanks for JustPaul’s great cover render.)

Dear Diary 13 – Her best friend is over for a visit and the two become bored. So they go outside for a swim where Tina eventually starts dominating Kristen. Things start getting frisky in the pool until her brother comes outside. That’s when Tina starts dominating him as well as things become sexual. But will Tina pay an erotic price? What made her act so domineering? And what will happen to Billy once their mothers show up? A very erotic chapter. (15 pages)

Sorority night at the Club 4 – It’s sorority night, and these pledges are expected to give their all sexually. But sometimes a little more may be required. Paris and the other patrons witness the results of a fight between a fraternity member and his girlfriend who finds herself naked inside the water tank up onstage. They’ve had fights before, but this time has he had enough? Will he make her go all the way? The fraternity guys start wagering among themselves as to whether he will or he won’t.

Next Paris witnesses a middle aged woman decide to go out in a blaze of glory before the illnesses in her family tree can have a chance to strike. So this woman willingly puts on a performance in the noose for all the Club patrons as well as members of the fraternity and sorority. But when Paris wonders what it must have felt like, the Head Master of the fraternity may take her to a private room to show her. (13 pages)

JP Shorts – Open Ocean (reactivated 12-16-18)

3830 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of JP illustrated short stories, all taking place in open water.

Cold as Ice – The hunter becomes the hunted as Sofia heads to the depths with her spear gun in search of a meal. (7 pages) 905

Octopussy – Kathleen witnesses a woman diving into dangerous territory. So she goes after her to warn her before the creature she’s been stalking gets to her first. (11 pages)

Sea of Love – Jessica heads down to a sunken vessel to get off, only to meet an ocean girl who seems only too happy to help her with her desires. (9 pages)

Island 7-8 (plus Club bonus) (12-15-18)

14920 words – $5.00

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

Island 7-8 – The focus is on an inmate named Ruth who seems to want to give up without participating in any more contests. But she changes her mind and takes part in the breath-hold contest where another inmate will be eliminated. (16 pages)

Jaime 8-10 – Three more pageant girls take to the Entertainment stage for the club fundraiser, all for a good cause of course. There’s a little noose action, the guillotine is involved… and one girl even asks for a more hands on approach when it comes to squeezing her throat. (15 pages)

Included is an unadvertised bonus short [Alana] involving an erotic noose. (3 pages)

 Island 9-10 (plus Club bonus) (12-15-18)

12903 words – $5.00

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

Island 9-10 – We learn of another inmate named Frances who is trying to consolidate power. She is involved in the demise of a couple of inmates and tries to formulate an ambush toward others she also considers dangerous to her position. Will her plans succeed? (14 pages)

Jaime 11-12 – A pageant girl eagerly rides the spit while sexually taking audience members who’ve donated for the privilege of enjoying her up onstage while she’s being impaled. Then two of the girls are brought up onstage after a poor performance in the sex rooms. One is impaled while the other ends up giving her all in the guillotine. (14 pages)

Included is an unadvertised bonus short [Carmen] involving an erotic noose during some alone time. (3 pages)

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