Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4.5 (2)

Posted on November 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming December rewards
Who survived the snuff room? What’s next for John and Jaime at the Club?
What’s next for the inmates on the Island of death-row inmates?
Miss Woodcock hangs her first student at Dolcett High – the conclusion.
Ella the agent gets dunked.
Dorothy gets executed on Santamos Island. It was a different kind of lottery.
Three actresses who never got work go out in style.
Holly has an underwater Playboy shoot her two model friends are jealous over.
Kajal is strangled by her boyfriend for being unfaithful.
More of the Peace treaty as an added bonus.
And any other stories I might want to post in December.

October stories/rewards will fall off at the end of November to make room for December rewards. Kidney stones appear to be gone, but apparently I picked up a gallstone as a replacement. How stupid was that of me? My gallstone and I thank you for being my patrons. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And I hope your Thanksgiving was full of good food and created some nice memories.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway 3 (11-6-18)

6684 words – $7.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion to the erotic weekend between Paul and Brooke.

Sunday afternoon Paul takes Brooke out on the boat to a location called Poseidon’s Caverns. After a few tunnel swims he takes her to a more challenging passage known as Poseidon’s Revenge, a passage that is rumored to have claimed three lives.

Later that evening Paul and Brooke go for one last swim out in the lagoon. Paul takes a couple of pony bottles along, but Brooke gets a little subordinate and Paul has to “orally set her straight” so to speak. But what will happen with the pony bottles run dry? (21 pages; 16 renders)

(Included is the 4:39 clip Paul sent me that inspired it all. He has allowed me to share it with you so you can watch it to see where I added to his narrative in this 3-chapter saga.)

Seducing Uncle Richie 2 (plus bonus) (11-15-18)

17191 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a second chapter to that story in the style of the Dear Diary series. Included is an older story for your reading enjoyment.

Seducing Uncle Richie 2 – Another swim with Uncle Richie in their pool leads to more embarrassment. So Stephanie arranges for a private swim so she can put his mind at ease, a swim that becomes wildly erotic. Will she convince him to swim with them again? How much farther will he go as they try to seduce him? (17 pages)

 A restless night – Unable to rest, Mariah decides to go for a little swim to get herself off. She has an indoor pool that connects to the one outside. She goes out into the cooler water, only to get herself trapped under the pool cover while her little dog watches (yes, a fanfiction starring THAT singer). (14 pages)

Doing the MILF (Plus bonus) (reactivated 11-23-18)

9071 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of newly written JustPaul illustrated stories, originally inspired by a couple of his renders.

Doing the MILF (part 1) – Shaun moves into a house with a shallow hot tub in the back yard. He has a fuck-buddy named Stella who he invites over to use the hot tub every now and then. He also has a family of four as next door neighbors. But Janice the wife seems attracted to him.

Stella believes this wife is interested in him judging by the way she comes on to him. And so it would seem, as Janice likes to come over and use the hot tub naked while masturbating. One night she comes over while Shaun is sitting naked in the tub… and asks if she can masturbate while he is watching. (20 pics; 24 pages)

Home Early – Eleanor has a gut feeling her husband may be cheating on her and shares her suspicions with her friends during ladies night out. They suggest she drive back home to see if she can catch him in the act. And surprise – surprise… she does! What happens next does not go well for someone. (6 pics; 9 pages)

Synchro Ambition (plus bonus) (reactivated 11-23-18)

14159 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard. I was inspired by some of JustPaul’s clips and pictures and started another illustrated story. But this one ended up combining vidcaps from several different clips the longer it became. My long-windedness ends up being to your benefit. Included is an older erotic underwater story I just edited with an addition of nearly 800 words.

Synchro Ambition – Camille transfers to a new school where she joins the synchro swim team. She starts to make friends and uses her sexuality to seduce a teammate at the bottom of the pool. But she has ambitions which are fueled when she catches the coach fucking their synchro team captain at the bottom of the dive pool. What will happen when she tries to make the team captain step down in order to further her ambitions? (32 pictures and 35 pages)

Mika’s bubble troubles – Mika has a black hood pulled over her had so she cannot see. Her wrists are tied behind her back and she is tossed into a pool where her lover Marcel plays a little game with her similar to the AF clip Casting Call, resulting in several orgasms. (9 pages)

Emma and the suspicious boat (reactivated 11-23-18)

36725 words – $7.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the entire saga of Emma and the suspicious boat. I’ve combined all 10 chapters into one special bundle at a reduced price from its previous listing.

1-5 A suspicious boat has been anchoring in the marina, raising concerns they might be engaging in an illegal activity that could put the facility at risk. Since Emma is a curiosity-seeker and is considered to be the resident snoop, she is asked to go investigate. After giving the owner a bj (and after her boss drools over her in her wetsuit) she is off.

She uses the marina’s zodiac to locate the suspicious boat in a curious location. Emma dons her twin tanks and goes under to investigate. It isn’t long before she is spotted, a situation further complicated when her valve starts acting up. Two female divers with spearguns go after her, resulting in a very narrow escape.

The next day it is back in the river gathering data from the sensors located in cages at the bottom of the river. But she has been followed and is ambushed. She is trapped inside a cage with her air supply dwindling rapidly. (5 chapters in 30 pages)

6-10 Stephanie is suspicious not only about the boat, but about her employee’s possible involvement. So Emma is sent back out to get something more substantial to present to the authorities. She waits on Stephanie’s boat at the dock until the suspicious boat pulls in. Then she sneaks on board to look around, only to get trapped down in the cabin when the owner returns.

Emma hides in a closet as the boat pulls away. But she is in cramped, stuffy quarters that leads to more erotic stimulation than she wants in her perilous situation. She tries to get off the boat but is captured by the owner.

She is sexually abused by the woman who lost her lover to the speargun in the earlier chapters. Then she is dangled from the winch and is dunked several times. It is finally decided she will be put in her scuba gear and left in the shark cage for her air to run out where her associates will retrieve the body and do with it what they will. Will Emma perish or will she survive? (36 pages)

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Our trip to Santamos Island 2 4.4 (10)

Posted on November 24, 2018 by riwa

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

Our trip to Santamos Island

Inspired by a story and a set of renders by SusanConquin.

Part 2

William finally found us and said everyone was gathering back in that room with the tables. When we all returned it was obvious there had been some private fucking going on. Some of the ladies found it hard to disguise the evidence of the orgasms they’d recently experienced.

Amelia looked all around to make sure we had all gathered. There was a somber feeling knowing Thomas and Isabella’s bodies were still out in the pool on the back of the yacht. Amelia looked around one last time and then cleared her throat before she began to speak.

“It’s after eleven, but I guess that’s all right. I see everyone was pretty much getting in one last fuck in case it might be their last.” She smiled as she gave Oliver a knowing look, making me think he was the one she’d been intimate with over the last hour.

“So who draws first?” William nervously asked. “Ladies first again?”

“I think we’ll start with the gentlemen this time,” Amelia said with a smile.

“There are no gentlemen here,” Poppy interjected with a chuckle, “but I must say I do prefer it that way.” There were several smiles and a few chuckles which helped to lighten the mood.

“Ok, guys. Who’s passing out your cards?”

We all looked at Amelia and then each other. Jack suggested we get Sophia to do it. I’m not sure why, other than she was one of the four original hesitant ones back home. We all agreed she would do just fine.

We nervously took up chairs around our table again. There was a distinct sense of discomfort at seeing Thomas’ empty spot. It sobered us all up, knowing one of us was soon going to be joining him by way of the necktie party Amelia and Poppy were planning.

This time none of the girls came over behind our chairs for support. They seemed nervous and uncomfortable. Maybe they were superstitious and were afraid they might get the joker after standing behind the unlucky guy at our table who drew it for himself.

The first round of cards were dealt. Amelia suggested we wait and turn them all over at the exact same time. We decided that would be ok rather than the tension of each one turning over his card separately to see if he would be the one to hang.

Oliver counted to three and we all flipped them face up. There was no joker. There were sighs of relief as well as a couple of nervous chuckles.

Sophia passed around a second round of cards. Oliver counted to three again before we all turned them over. Again there was no joker. The tension around the table immediately ratcheted up a notch.

A third round of cards were dealt, one per person. I glanced over at Oscar who silently nodded this was the round that would claim someone. I gulped as I grabbed my card, preparing to turn it over.

On the count of three we turned our cards face up. “Gawd!” George gasped, staring at the joker looking right up at him. The rest of us didn’t know whether to feel relieved or guilty over having survived another drawing.

“So that’s that,” Poppy observed, giving George a sympathetic look. “I guess it’s our turn now, girls.” Then she went over to the table and took up a seat as the others somberly joined her.

I noticed she was trying to sound rather carefree about it. But her facial features revealed her concern. She was trying to be calm about it, but I could tell she was just as apprehensive as everyone else.

“All right,” Amelia declared as though trying to take control back from Poppy. “Who’s going to deal the cards for us?”

“How about Georgie?” Poppy suggested. “I say we let Georgie deal to decide who gets to hang with him.” Amelia gave her a brief glance of irritation for stepping back into control, but chose to let it slide.

The girls had no objections as they finished taking up seats around the table. Once more there was a sense of discomfort over Isabella’s empty chair. It had to be weighing on all of them that one unlucky soul was about to join her in death.

The guys all stood up and watched anxiously as Amelia handed George a second deck of cards. He started shuffling, pouring his attention into the task at hand. I suspect he was trying hard not to think about his impending hanging.

He dealt a card one by one in front of each girl. I gave Grace a smile of encouragement. I could tell she had mixed emotions about the whole thing. At least she was putting on a brave front.

“On the count of three,” Poppy said cheerfully, getting another brief, irritating look from Amelia. “One… two… three.”

All the cards were turned over. There was no joker. There were several sighs of relief.

George dealt a second round to each one. There was a pregnant pause. Then Poppy once more counted aloud before they all turned their cards over.

Again there was no joker. It made all the girls look at each other uncertainly. I could see more than a few erect nipples pushing through bikini tops.

George dealt a third round to the ladies. By now the tension was really starting to rise. At Poppy’s count of three the cards were turned over.

No joker.

Jessica let out an anxious laugh. “Maybe the bastard can’t decide who he wants to pick.” There were more nervous chuckles.

By now even Amelia seemed unsure of herself. At least Poppy was still trying to maintain the spirit of the game despite the anxiety she was trying to disguise. “Let’s have ‘em, Georgie,” she declared, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Once more a card was dealt to each female. Now there was a tremor in Poppy’s voice as she counted, “One… two… three.” Seven cards were turned over. The joker was not among them.

There were nervous gasps from the guys as the ladies sighed with relief before looking at each other again. Jack murmured how this was really getting intense.  Over half the deck had been drawn, yet the death card had failed to make an appearance.

“I had no idea the joker could be so indecisive with you ladies,” Oscar remarked with an attempt at humor. He got a few smiles back. Now the ladies were becoming squirmy and a little agitated.

A fifth round of cards was dealt out. I glanced over at Oscar. He had the perfect poker face. I didn’t know if that was good or bad.

Poppy counted, “One… two… three.” Then she turned her card over and blurted out, “Oh shit!” The joker was looking right up at her.

There were noticeable sighs of relief around the table. Several looked as though they felt guilty at surviving. Poppy just sat there for a moment in stunned silence, staring at her card.

She got up very slowly. Then she walked up to George who seemed to be genuinely sorry she’d been chosen. She smiled as she asked, “Georgie, may I have this dance?” And with that she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

Amelia looked as though she’d been caught off guard. The joker had claimed her partner in crime. How was she going to handle it?

“Let’s go, boys and girls,” she finally said, trying to regain control of the situation. She led the way to the room with the nooses. Poppy had George escort her chivalrously as the rest of us followed behind.

Grace came over right next to me. She whispered into my ear, “I almost think it serves Poppy right for coming up with this crazy idea with Amelia in the first place. But I still can’t help feeling sorry for her.”

“Aren’t you relieved the card didn’t pick you?” I whispered back.

“I don’t know. Is this what you call ‘survivor’s guilt’?” I shrugged, wondering if maybe it was.

The nooses with their chairs underneath were still untouched, waiting patiently in the next room. A set of handcuffs sat on each chair. George and Poppy looked up at the instruments of their destruction. Then she turned and deeply kissed him again.

When they pulled apart she looked all around at the rest of us. “Naked, right?” she said to Amelia as though confirming this was what was expected of them. Her friend nodded quietly as though she still couldn’t believe her crazy little scheme had snared someone she hadn’t expected to get all tangled up in death.

Poppy reached behind her neck and pulled the string to her skimpy black bikini. The triangular pieces folded down, exposing her gorgeous 38 Cs. Then she pulled the string behind her back, causing her top to fall away to the floor. I always did like her tits.

George decided it didn’t matter if he removed his suit in front of us or not. He slipped out of his blue green trunks until they fell to the floor. His six and a half inch dick was already semi-hard.

Poppy removed her bottoms, revealing her cleanly shaved slit. Her clit looked like it was swollen. It also looked like moisture was beginning to accumulate down there.

“On the chairs, right?” she asked everyone, still trying to sound chipper. She grabbed her cuffs and clatched one onto her right wrist. George followed suit, looking as though he was simply following her lead. It couldn’t have been easy for him, not that it had been any easier for Thomas and Isabella.

Poppy climbed up onto her chair and grabbed the coil framing her face. “Hello, noose,” she said with a smile. “I guess you and I are going to become quite intimate over the next few minutes.” I think she was trying to lighten her own mood with a little humor. Some of us chuckled at her bravado.

George got onto his chair and looped the noose around his neck. Then he looked over at Poppy for guidance. With a nervous gasp she reached behind her back and attached the other cuff to her wrist, causing him to follow suit.

Everyone stared up at them, waiting expectantly. I’m ashamed to admit my dick was rock hard. Next to me Grace was panting for breath, her nipples hard behind her bikini top.

Poppy got a look at my bulge and grinned at me. Then she saw George’s erection. She smiled as she told him, “I’m glad I’m not the only one who’d aroused by all this. At least everyone’s going to have a good time watching us dance together.” There was the faintest hint of a tremor in her voice.

She looked at Amelia and smiled. Her friend still didn’t seem to know how to react at this sudden loss of her comrade-in-arms. She seemed a little numb.

Poppy smiled as she asked, “Do we get a last request?”

“What do you want?” Oliver asked kindly as though willing to do anything for her that might be within his power. Of all the swapping partnerships, they seemed to love to fuck each other the most.

“Can we have a little oral stimulation first? That would be great. As an added bonus, I think we should get to choose whom we want.”

“Who do you want, Poppy?”

“Why I want you, silly,” she said with a smile as though it should have been obvious.

Oliver gallantly stepped forward. He grabbed her legs, got his head in her crotch and started to lick. That’s when George said, “Amelia? Can I get a last blowjob from you?” That didn’t surprise anyone either.

She seemed to come out of her daze as she stepped forward. She crouched and took him into her mouth. Then she began sucking as Oliver knelt next to her while licking Poppy.

The rest of us watched in amazement, wondering if the scene could get any more surreal. There was a good two minutes or more of oral. Then we heard Poppy start to pant with pleasure.

“Yes… oh gawd, yes! Oliver, I’ve always liked your tongue. But I think you’d better stop now. I suppose the nooses are supposed to make us cum, right, Georgie?” and she turned and smiled at him.

He nodded numbly as Amelia and Oliver both stepped back. Then Poppy called out, “This one’s for Thomas and Isabella! Three… two… one!”

There was the faintest hint of hesitation as she deliberately stepped off her chair, kicking it behind her. George was also a little hesitant. But he dutifully followed her lead, if only a second or so behind her.

Both of them hit the end of their nooses with a loud gawk. The ropes pulled them up short of the floor by a good six inches. Then they hung there for a moment as though stunned at the pain they were enduring, their toes wriggling and fluttering.

George started to pedal as Poppy began scissoring with her legs. Their toes continued to stretch downward as their wrists started to jerk upwards behind their backs. Then almost as one they went right into their duet.

Poppy’s nipples were extremely hard as she kicked and twisted. She was obviously dripping from her pussy. Then her thighs came together.

Next to her George’s cock was already oozing his cream. It seemed to jump each time he kicked outwardly. He became more animated as his body fought to live.

They swung and twisted until they bounced off each other. Their brains acknowledged the presence of the one next to them as they tried to reach out with their legs for some sort of support. It only set them to spinning and kicking some more.

Poppy suddenly jerked as she brought her knees together. Then it looked like she was humping the air. George started thrusting until his cock spurted.

Next to me I heard Grace pant, “Ohmygawd; they’re both cumming!” I saw Jack had reached down and was groping his bulge. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Jessica self-consciously rubbing her crotch.

It was shamefully arousing witnessing George and Poppy climax as they hanged together. They kicked and struggled for a good four or five minutes. Then they finally settled down, necks slowly lengthening as toes flickered for a floor they would never feel again.

“For our friends,” Oliver finally suggested as he stepped forward. He crouched until he could stick his face in Poppy’s crotch. Then he licked and nibbled until she appeared to twitch and shudder a little.

Amelia went forward and took George’s erection back into her mouth. She sucked as though she meant every bit of it. They gave them oral for a good couple of minutes before Oliver stepped back, Amelia following suit.

George and Poppy gently swayed back and forth from the motions of the yacht moving forward. A moment later Poppy lost control of her bladder. Urine dribbled down her legs and dripped off her toes onto the floor, forming a little puddle. George was about a half minute later, his soft cock leaking a mixture of piss and cream.

We all stood there for the longest time, watching our comrades. “Champagne?” Lily finally asked, going around giving us glasses and then filling them up. Amelia was so mesmerized by the hanging of her friend that she seemed to have forgotten.

“Er, yes… champagne. A toast to our friends.”

We all raised our glasses together in a toast. I downed mine in one gulp as Grace did the same. Then she reached down to feel my bulge.

I looked at her and nodded; I really needed another fuck. “Let’s go,” she said quietly. But as we slipped away I saw the others were already thinking the same thing and starting to pair off. We left George and Poppy swaying as the yacht blissfully motored along, unaware that two pairs of couples now swayed from nooses and pool shackles.

(Inspired by Susan Coquin and written Aug 31 ’18 by riwa)

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2 short tales of drowning 4 (1)

Posted on November 24, 2018 by riwa

An unhappy wife

She was wearing that shirt again, the one with the unhappy smiley face. It really irritated him. She knew he hated it, and it made him wonder how long it was going to be before she divorced him and took him for everything he had. That would include the house as well as their yacht now anchored offshore.

He walked by as she lay out on deck. She gave him a contemptuous look. Then she told him, “I think I’ll go for a swim.”

“Don’t ruin your favorite shirt, darling.”

“Don’t worry; it won’t shrink.” She smirked at the face he made.

He went below and quickly geared up. If she was going to get in the water this might be his chance. But it wouldn’t surprise him if she didn’t get wet all as she frequently told him one thing and then did something entirely different just to annoy him. At least he could enjoy a nice dive without her.

He checked to see if she was watching. Then he quietly went over the side on the other part of the yacht in his scuba gear. Already he felt better; it was as though he could feel his blood pressure settling back down.

There was a sudden splash in the water. He turned to see his wife was a good 15 feet below the surface. The silly bitch must have jumped off an upper deck and hit feet first.

Instinctively he moved toward her as she swam for the surface. His heart beat fast. Did he really want to do this? Perhaps an accidental drowning was just the ticket to set him free and give him a start to a new life.

He saw her sculling up at the surface, and he hesitated. Then she jackknifed and swam downward. He hovered near the yacht to stay out of her line of sight. But it looked like she hadn’t seen him.

She swam down to thirty feet, nearing the bottom before turning and heading back to the surface. That’s when he made his move. He swam after her, finning hard to reach her.

He grabbed an ankle before she could surface. Then he started pulling her downward. The silly bitch looked more annoyed than anything else when she saw who it was. Hell, she probably didn’t even think he had it in him.

He pulled her down toward the bottom. Now her face morphed into one of anger… “Let me go, you bastard. Now I’ve got a long swim back up.” He just held on tighter.

She grunted and bubbled as she tried to pull for the surface. He just held onto her ankle with an iron grip. Then her face morphed from anger to panic to desperation.

She shook her head and bubbled, frantically shaking her head. Then she started thrashing about as panic set in. She began gulping water, hitching and bubbling as she blew the last of her air from her lungs.

She let out a bubbly cry as she hitched and gurgled. She convulsed painfully as she swallowed water, her eyes wide in shock. He just held on grimly until she stopped struggling. Then he let her go.

Instead of rising to the surface, she sank to the bottom. He watched her settle onto her back, her body twitching a little. He looked at her as her breasts pushed through that shirt he despised. But now it made him smile. For the first time since she’d bought it he thought the face showed the perfect reaction to her present condition.

2018 (written Jun 7 ’18 by riwa from a render by skip)

The river

It was so hot the radio said they were setting a record high for several cities in the state. Janise lived a mile and a half from the river, but 25 miles from the nearest public pool. And using the hose was just not cutting it.

She hoped into her Chevy Nova and drove to the river, her mother’s multiple warnings already ringing in her ears. She had no intention of taking any chances. She just wanted to find a little section where she could cool off… perhaps submerge a couple of times.

She saw she wasn’t the only one who’d made the decision to drive to this spot. There were others in the water, some getting close to the channel. She recognized Ruby and Zoe in their respective red and maroon bikinis.

She found a spot to park, pulled out her towel and dropped it near the water’s edge. Then she waded in to join them. It felt refreshing, although it seemed warmer than she was used to. Was that due to the extremely hot weather they were having?

Ruby and Zoe were having fun splashing each other while occasionally dunking the other. “Hey, here comes Janise!” And with that she was pushed under water.

She bubbled before she fought her way back up. She burst up laughing as she gave Zoe a taste of her own medicine. It felt good being in the water.

They had the spot to themselves as they dunked each other. It seemed they wanted to be forced under by the others. It felt good to be submerged in cool water to avoid the oppressive heat.

Janise felt the tug of the current, causing her to wade back into shallow water. Zoe laughed at her as she was pushed under again. She had to fight to keep her lime green bikini covering her parts as her friends could be a little too playful at times.

She saw Ruby venture out a little farther into the river. She started to cry out a warning, but her friend was already swimming back. She was either playing around or had gotten pulled out by the current by mistake.

By now it was just them and two couples 100 yards away in the little inlet. Janise would have preferred that area to avoid the current. But Ruby and Zoe were right here acting as though it was totally fine.

“Cool off, Janise!” Ruby laughed as she was pushed under again. She held her breath and swam between her friend’s legs. Then she pulled her under, delighted to hear a cry followed by a burst of bubbles.

When she surfaced, Zoe asked who could hold her breath the longest. Ruby said she was best while Janise told them she could hold it pretty good. “Last one up wins!” Zoe declared.

They all took a deep breath and submerged. Janise found the muddy bottom and stuck her toes in to help keep her down. She could just make out Ruby a few feet away in that red bikini.

She did better than she’d anticipated. By the time she surface her friends were already gasping for breath. “That’s not fair!” Zoe declared. “You cheated!”

“How did I cheat? I went down the same as you did!”

“I want to do it again.”

“Fine.”

They all started taking deep breaths again. Then they submerged together. Janise couldn’t see Ruby, but she could just make out Zoe’s maroon outfit that really showed off her cleavage.

She tried to dig her toes into the mud and missed. She tried once more and barely snagged the bottom. But there was a little current that pulled her loose again.

Janise tried harder, once more digging her toes into the muddy soil. Did it feel like she had to go a little deeper to find the bottom? It also felt like the current was a little stronger here.

Janise looked around for her friends. But she couldn’t see either bikini underwater. Had they drifted downstream? Wait a minute: had SHE drifted downstream??

She swam upward, only to discover it wasn’t as easy as it should have been. She lost a lot of air trying to get there. By then she was sure she was no longer in the safety of their little swimming hole.

She got her head up, only to see she’d drifted a couple hundred yards downstream. Her friends were looking for her but they weren’t looking this far downriver. Then the current dragged her back under.

She burbled in alarm as she tried to regain the surface. Instinctively she found herself swimming against the current, desperately trying to get back to where she belonged. But she only succeeded in being swept further downstream.

She fought to reach the surface, bursting up and gasping for breath. There was no sign of her friends or their swimming hole. Then the current pulled her under again.

Janise began to panic as she fought to regain the surface. The current was strong; was she in the middle of the river? How the hell had she allowed this to happen to her??

She clawed for the surface, only to get her lips and forehead out of the water for a quick breath before she was pulled back under. She could feel the panic starting to rise within her. She wanted the shore… desperately wanted to go back home!

She fought once more to get back to the surface. But the current seemed to be fighting to keep her under. It was as though it was trying to hide its prize, not wanting anyone to know what it had captured in its lethal grip.

Janise struggled for all she was worth to get there. Once more her mouth barely broke the surface. She managed a quick breath before she was pulled back under.

She was in the middle of the channel; she knew that now. She also knew the stories of the fishermen who had fallen out of their boats and drowned. Two bodies had never been recovered… and they had drowned last year!

Janise began to panic. It was dark and murky; she couldn’t see the surface. She tried to go with the current to make it easier, but that only seemed to take her deeper.

Her lungs began to heave as she thrashed about. Panic swelled within her. She held her breath for as long as she could. But the river was tumbling her around now as though deliberately trying to drown her.

She swallowed a little water, causing her to clamp her hands over her mouth. But it was too late. She gurgled as she tried to inhale. Then she was swallowing like crazy as her windpipe closed off.

Janise hitched and gurgled as she kept swallowing water. She felt herself going deeper and deeper into the river. Would she ever be found? Would her mother ever have a body to bury?

She was dimly aware of experiencing an orgasm as she hitched and shuddered. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Then she went limp, condemned to the journey the river was taking her on. Ruby and Zoe would continue their search. But by then it became clear their friend had been caught up in the current and dragged away…

© 2017 (Written from an idea suggested by Cassandra Nov 19 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by the render from skip)

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Strangling Grandma 3 (5)

Posted on November 18, 2018 by riwa

I never knew my grandfather. For as long as I’d known grandma she was always single. But she talked as though she was seldom alone.

As I got older I learned from mom that grandma had men in and out of her life all the time. There were times we went over to see her, only to discover she had a new man in the house. And on more than one occasion we must have caught her by surprise because she would come out of her bedroom looking as though she’d dressed in a hurry to greet us. She always smelled kind of funny whenever we caught her like that.

I don’t know how old I was when I finally figured out grandma was a whore. That’s when it occurred to me all those men in her life were fucking her. It always made me stiff whenever I imagined grandma getting someone’s prick up her cunt. And whenever she came out of her bedroom to greet us while smelling of sex I couldn’t help getting a hard-on.

She always did seem to favor me. As I got older she liked having me over. She always talked about how handsome I was and how I was going to be a lady-killer when I became a man.

Mom didn’t like it when I went over to see her by myself. Maybe that’s because Grandma started kissing me on the lips as a greeting whenever I stopped by. And she always welcomed me with open arms and a big hug, pressing up against my crotch until I got an erection.

I’m not sure when it settled in my brain that grandma was coming on to me. She always wore these outfits that showed off a lot of cleavage. And she wore short skirts that didn’t cover very much. She always liked to bend over and let me either look down her blouse at her boobs or get a great view up her skirt from behind.

I don’t know how many times I developed an erection whenever I was in her presence. She never mentioned it, but I know she had to have known about them. It was hard to hide how aroused I was whenever I was around her.

It didn’t take long before I started having fantasies of grandma bending over and sucking my cock. Then the fantasies morphed into her inviting me into her bedroom so I could fuck her. I don’t know how many times I rushed home and masturbated after a visit, wishing she would have pulled me onto her bed and had her way with me.

Each visit became harder for me. She was always flirting mercilessly. And she would look at my crotch and smile whenever she saw she was having an effect on me. I knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our mutual lusts.

One afternoon she invited me over. She said her closet door was sticking and asked if I could fix it for her. But in my fevered imagination she was asking me to come over so she could finally experience her grandson’s cock.

I was so hard and horny when I went over. In my mind I knew she wanted me. She was just waiting for the right moment is all. And the moment had finally arrived.

I’d heard she was between men and that she probably needed a good fuck. By then I was full grown with a fully functioning cock. Naturally I figured the closet door was just a ruse. Surely this was the day our fantasies were about to come true because she needed me to satisfy her sexual urges.

I was already hard when I got there. She gave me a long kiss on the lips as she ground into my bulge like she always did. Then she thanked me for coming over, saying she’d been having problems with the closet door lately and that it would be no match for a strapping young man like me.

My heart skipped a beat when I followed her back into her bedroom – the holy of holies. That’s when I knew I was right. This was the day I was finally going to get to fuck grandma.

When we got inside I had to pause and look around just to take it all in. I saw a couple of sex toys on a wrinkled black beanbag. She must have been especially horny if she needed them to get herself off. That’s when I decided I was going to give her a good, hard fuck, satisfying her sexual urges while making both our dreams come true.

She blushed when she saw me looking at her toys. “Over here, honey” and she pulled me over to the closet. Then she tried to open the door while telling me, “See how it sticks, honey?”

I wasn’t buying it for a second. So I said, “I know why you invited me over here, grandma.”

She smiled as she told me she knew I would be able to fix her door. I smiled back as I told her, “But that’s not the real reason you invited me over; am I right?”

She got this confused look on her face. I straightened her out by pulling her to me and kissing her hard, humping her crotch with my hard-on. When she didn’t resist I reached behind her back and grabbed her ass, humping her even more.

She suddenly tried to pull away, pushing into my chest as her face went red. “Oh honey; you’re so sweet. If you weren’t my daughter’s child I wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest. But really; I just need you to fix the door.” I still wasn’t buying it.

“You want me, grandma; I know you want me. It’s obvious the way you come on to me every time I’m over here.” Then I tried to kiss her again.

“Oh honey,” she laughed nervously, trying to push me away. “I’m so very flattered. But I was just… all I was doing was flirting with you. It really fed my ego to see what kind of effect I was having on you. But I didn’t… I mean…  I wasn’t trying to…”

“You want me, grandma; don’t try to deny it.” That’s when I started working the buttons to her blouse, the top three already undone as her cleavage drove me wild.

“Oh honey; I’m too old for you. Don’t you want to fuck girls your own age?” Now she was playing hard to get as she tried to hamper my efforts to get her blouse off.

“But I want you, grandma. We both want each other, don’t you see? Don’t you know how many times I’ve stroked myself imagining this very moment? Surely you know that, right?”

“Honey, really… this isn’t right… Jeremy – STOP!”

It was the first time she’d ever used my first name. But I knew the real reason why. It was because we were lovers now.

I got her blouse off, only to discover how much she truly wanted me. She was perspiring heavily, her nipples incredibly hard beneath that lacy black bra she was wearing. I knew she’d worn it just to please me, and from the looks of things she was every bit as horny as I was.

“Jeremy – STOP! What the hell are you doing??”

“I know how much you want me, grandma. I want you too. I want you so bad.” My cock was so fucking hard, my heart racing with unbridled excitement.

“Damnit, Jeremy; I don’t want to fuck you!”

I froze in surprise. Then I smiled at her. “There’s no need to play hard to get anymore, grandma. I know we both want it.” That’s when she yelled at me…

“JEREMY, YOU SONOFABITCTH! I DON’T WANT TO FUCK YOU; I NEVER WANTED TO FUCK YOU; AND I’M NEVER GOING TO FUCK YOU! I WAS JUST PLAYING WITH YOU, DAMNIT! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

I stood there stunned, her lacy bra in my hand. Her exposed tits heaved as she panted for breath, her nipples fully erect as sweat glistened off her gorgeous chest. She was clearly excited… and yet she’d just said she didn’t want me??

“You BITCH! You fucking WHORE!”

In anger I wrapped her bra around her neck. Then I pulled on the ends. She clawed at my arms, rasping and gurgling as she tried to stop me.

I was furious, all the while my cock still hard and throbbing. “You tease me like that and then you say you don’t want me?? You fucking WHORE!” Then I really pulled on the ends to her bra.

She gawked and gurgled as I forced her downward. She tried to pry my hands away but I was too strong… too infuriated. Then her legs flew out from underneath her as I pushed her down onto that black beanbag.

She rasped and choked as I pulled hard. I was shocked, unable to believe my ears. How could she act like she wanted me, only to turn around and deny her own true feelings??

Her face went red as her eyes began to roll. Her tongue started to protrude as her kicks lessened. Then she didn’t fight me anymore as I pushed her hard against the black beanbag, her dildos strategically placed all around her head.

I finally stopped strangling her as I pulled the bra away from her neck. A red mark appeared where the bra had choked off her breath. But the look on her face indicated she just couldn’t deny her true feelings for me anymore.

I quickly whipped out my cock and started stroking. It didn’t take long. A minute later I leaned close and cried out with satisfaction as I splattered grandma’s face with my cream.

I stood there panting heavily for breath, seeing how sexy my grandma looked with her tits exposed and her nipples erect. Her mouth gaped open so invitingly. I didn’t understand why until I heard her voice whisper in my ear, “I want to suck your cock, Jeremy.”

I let out a cry of happiness, thrilled my grandma had finally come to her senses. I pushed my cock into her mouth and fucked it long and hard. Then I heard her voice whisper, “Now I want you to fuck me, Jeremy.”

I pulled out, lifted up her short skirt and looked down at her crotch. Her sexy black panties were soaked; obviously she wanted me bad. My heart was beating fast as I pulled them down off her legs.

I penetrated her wet, willing cunt. She was nice and warm, just the way I imagined it. I looked at her face as her eyes rolled up into her head with pleasure. Then I heard her whisper “Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me like a lover!”

It didn’t take long before I was hard again inside her. So I gave it to her really, really good. Her body rocked until I heard her moan as she whispered, “Yes, Jeremy; yes! Fuck me good and hard, baby!”

She came as I fucked her. I know she came; I could tell because it felt like she was clenching. We were lovers because she’d wanted my cock for such a long time. She couldn’t help cumming now that her lover was giving her the fucking a whore like her deserved.

I couldn’t help pulling out of her cunt. I wanted to coat her face again. Her eyes were rolled up with pleasure, her mouth gaping open as though she wanted my load. So I spurted all over her face and tits.

It was glorious. We fucked like that for a couple of hours until I was spent. Then I heard her whisper, “Now go home, Jeremy. Go home and tell everyone we’re lovers. Go tell the whole world.”

“Ok, grandma.” Then I quickly got dressed.

When I looked at her for the last time she was still lying on the beanbag. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her mouth gaping open as though she couldn’t get enough of my cum between her lips. It made me start to get hard again. But I had to go home like she’d told me.

When I got home mom was waiting for me. She looked pretty angry. But I was about to fix that once and for all with some good news.

“Jeremy, where the hell have you been?”

“I just got back from seeing grandma. We’re lovers now, mom; don’t you see?” In response she slapped my face hard before sending me to my room. Needless to say it was not the response I was expecting.

She called up grandma, but there was no answer. So she drove over to give her a piece of her mind. She sure was gone a long time.

When she came back she told me one of grandma’s lovers must have gone over, strangled her to death and then sexually abused her corpse. She said the cops were there investigating her murder. It left me devastated when I realized grandma and I couldn’t be lovers anymore.

2018 (written for Restrangle Sep 27 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a picture in his album I included.)

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Sadie cums to the blade 4.7 (3)

Posted on November 18, 2018 by riwa

She was the one who picked me up at the bar. I told her I was in town on business and would be leaving in the morning. So she begged me to come back to her room, promising me we’d have the time of our lives and that it would be unforgettable. I figured a one night stand would be just the thing before going back home to the missus.

It was after 11 pm when she unlocked the door and let us in. Then she was all over me. I must admit she certainly wanted it bad.

In no time at all we were buck naked. It didn’t take long before I was hard and ready to fuck. We pulled the blankets off the bed before climbing on. But what she said next left me feeling uncomfortable as hell.

“I’ve never had an orgasm, Doug. But tonight you’re going to give me one. I know you are because I’m giving myself over to you.”

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on a man, Sadie.”

“Relax, lover. It’ll be easy. I promise you’re going to enjoy this every bit as much as I am.”

For the next couple of hours we fucked like rabbits in virtually every position imaginable. I tried to hold back on mine until she’d had her orgasm. But it didn’t seem to be happening.

She encouraged me to go right ahead and cum inside her. She said not to worry because she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I shook my head, figuring she was on the pill or something.

We took a break from our last fuck to allow her to catch her breath. Then she told me she wanted it nice and slow as she stretched out on the bed on her back. She’d gotten herself all worked up now and she said she was ready to cum. It was about time!

She arched her back, showing me her sexy tits. Then she reached back under the pillows. Imagine my shock when she pulled out a blue-handled knife about 6 inches long.

“Holy shit!” I blurted out as I started to pull out. She just grabbed my arms. “Please stay, Doug. It’s not for you; it’s for me.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Damn right, I am,” she told me with a crazy smile.

I tried to pull out again, but she begged me not to leave her, not when she was so fucking close. Then she took the knife in her hands.

She smiled lustfully at me as she slowly brought it down until the tip was pressing into her belly button. “I can’t cum unless a blade impales me, Doug. I just can’t. This is a very special moment for me. I want to share it with you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I didn’t know whether to be frightened or aroused.

“You’re not going to leave me when I do this; are you, Doug? I want your cock inside me when it happens. I want to be penetrated by both steel and dick.”

“Sadie, I don’t know…” But she choose that moment to force the blade into her stomach.

She inhaled sharply as she shuddered. I saw she’d drawn blood. Thankfully it wasn’t very deep; more like a small cut.

“Oh gawd!” she moaned. “Doug, I’ve… I’ve got to go all the way!”

“Sadie, I don’t know about this…”

“You twitched when I cut myself, Doug. You want this every bit as much as I do. Please say you’ll stay.”

“Sadie, I don’t…” But that’s when she forced the knife in a little deeper.

Her pussy clenched around my manhood as I twitched shamefully inside her. She gasped and moaned as she trembled with excitement. A thin line of blood trickled down her stomach, dribbling over her swollen clit and dripping onto my shaft sticking out of her. Now she’d really punctured something.

“Oh gawd, lover! That feels so good! I’m so fucking close!”

“Sadie, it’s not in very deep. You don’t have to go through with this.”

“But I have to, lover. I’ve already left a note back home and another in one of the dresser drawers.”

“I don’t care. The police will never believe it.” But she was growing more desperate.

“Please don’t make me do this alone, Doug! I want your cock inside me when I cum. I just can’t orgasm any other way.”

“Sadie, don’t…” But she forced the knife a little deeper into her stomach. Instantly her pussy contracted around my cock as she gasped a little sharp intake of breath.

“Ohgawd… I’m so fucking close… Doug, I… I have to go all the way! It’s got to go in all the way! It… it has to be fatal!”

“No it doesn’t, Sadie.” But now my cock was hard inside her, hard and twitching as she savagely milked me with her quivering cunt.

“I want it, Doug. I want it… and you want it too. I can tell by the way you twitch inside me each time I go a little deeper. It’s the only way I can cum, lover. I want to die with the blade in my stomach and your cock in my pussy.”

“Sadie, I can’t –“

“Tell me to do it, lover! Tell me to do it!” Now she grasped the handle with both hands.

The wound wasn’t fatal, but a little more blood was following the original line of red to trickle down her stomach. Maybe she could feel it caressing her clit as it dripped onto my cock. My mind was saying no, but my stupid dick was screaming yes.

“Tell me, Doug! Ohgawd; tell me! I’m so fucking close! Promise me you won’t leave me now!”

“Sadie, I don’t know –“

“Promise!”

“I promise, Sadie.”

“Now tell me to do it, lover! Tell me to cum with the blade.”

“Sadie, I –“

“Tell me, damn you!”

“Do it, you fucking bitch! Stab yourself!!”

“YEESS!” and she pulled the blade hard into her stomach.

She let out a cry as her back arched. Then she was cumming, cumming incredibly hard as she furiously milked my cock with her muscles. I was so shamefully close to cumming as well.

She panted like crazy for several seconds to get her breath back as she came down from her high. Then she looked me right in the eye. “Again, Doug!” she panted. “That felt so fucking good! I’ve waited forever to experience that! Tell me to do it again!”

She grabbed the handle of the blade with trembling hands. Then she looked at me expectantly. I was sure the wound wasn’t fatal. But I couldn’t make any promises if she did again.

“Sadie, there’s still time to get you to a hos –“

“Tell me, damn you!”

Shit.

“Stab yourself again, you fucking cunt!”

“YEEESSS!” and she pulled the knife out. Then she shoved it right back in with both hands.

Her back arched again as her head tipped back. Then she was cumming all over again. My cock went off inside her, my balls emptying. She let out another cry as she delirious shrieked, “I can feel you cumming inside me!” Then she was bucking and shuddering like crazy.

“Stab me!” she wheezed as she started to come down from the high of her plateau. “I want another one! I’ve never felt anything like this!”

“Sadie, I – “

“Stab me, damn you! I know you want to! Make me cum again, lover! All the way out and then back in!”

Two wounds in the same area were probably pretty serious. A third might prove fatal. But the crazy bitch wanted it so fucking bad.

She still had the strength to sit up. “Do it!” she begged as she put my right hand on the handle. “Stab me and send me to heaven, lover!”

“Sadie?!”

“DO IT!”

Her eyes opened wide as I pulled the blade all the way out. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she started to hyperventilate. Then I plunged the blade into her stomach.

“YEEEEESSSSSS!” and her back arched as she fell over backward, shuddering hard in orgasm. She kept milking my cock so savagely that it never had a chance to soften. I began thrusting harder into her, becoming shamefully caught up in the moment.

“AGAIN, DOUG; DO IT AGAIN!” So I pulled the knife out and then plunged it back into her stomach. “GAWWWWDDDD!” and she was cumming all over again.

I fucked her good and hard as more blood trickled down her stomach over her clit and onto my cock. It seemed to arouse her even more. “FUCK ME WITH THE KNIFE, DOUG! FUCK ME WITH THE KNIFE!”

I pulled it out before brutally thrusting it back into her stomach. She gurgled as she shuddered hard. Her orgasm was so intense that she couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

“Keep fucking me… after I’m dead, Doug! Keep… stabbing me! Maybe I’ll still… cum after I’m gone! Say you’ll… fuck me, Doug! Say you’ll… stay with me!”

“I’ll stay with you, Sadie.” By then I was committed. So I pulled the knife out before thrusting it back into her stomach again.

She shuddered as she gurgled “Soooo…. Goooddddd!” Her back arched so much I thought she was going to snap her spine. I never thought a women could cum so fucking hard like that.

She was getting weaker, and she was having trouble breathing. Blood came up into her mouth. I think she was getting it down into her lungs.

Her lips moved; she was trying to speak… “…unnnnnnnnnn…. Mmmorrrrrrrrrrrr….” And with that I stabbed her again.

Her pussy clenched, although with much less intensity that before. She shuddered as her eyes rolled. Then her hands fell to her sides as she started humping, twitching and jerking

I grabbed the blade and twisted it hard in her stomach. There was a gurgle as she jerked a little more, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head. More blood came out of her mouth as well as the wound in her belly.

I don’t remember much after that; just bits and pieces. I think I kept stabbing her and fucking her. Her body would twitch and jerk, and I wasn’t sure if it was stray nerves or just what the hell it was. A strange part of me thought she was somehow cumming each time I stabbed her. But that was impossible, right?

I finally pulled out and collapsed into a chair. I remember staring at her bloody corpse as she lay there on the bed. I must have been dreaming or hallucinating because for a minute there I swear she smiled blissfully at me.

I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I clearly remember was the maid screaming when she opened the door and took in the scene.

2018 (written for “Sadie” Jun 21 ’18 by riwa)

(Story inspired by the manip created by “Sadie”.)

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(AF’s) The Mechanic 4 (4)

Posted on November 12, 2018 by riwa

PART 1

HER: I was told where she spent a lot of her time. It was often in a pool in the backyard of a home she was having remodeled. My client said she’d become a problem, one he wanted fixed.

I drove over and checked the place out. I had her picture in a manila envelope he’d mailed to me. I had to make sure I wasn’t eliminating the wrong “problem”, so to speak.

I got out of my car and carefully made my way into the back yard. That’s when I spotted activity in the water. We were getting sprinkles from a cloudy sky, but I didn’t let it stop me.

I saw her swimming around at the bottom of her pool. She certainly looked like my target. But I had to wait until I got a good look at her face to make sure.

She came up from the deep end near a set of metal rails. The glimpse I got was enough to confirm she was the one I had to eliminate. I had the right place and the right woman.

I crept closer to have a better look and to analyze the situation. I had a set of chains in my hand which I’d brought along. I figured they might come in handy.

I had to duck out of sight when she came up and floated on her back at the surface for a few moments. At least that gave me a good look at her face. It was my target all right.

The bitch was wearing a blue top and blue boy shorts that went partway down her upper legs. It certainly wasn’t a swimming suit I would have chosen. Of course I hadn’t worn anything special to do the job. In fact I was actually in my street clothes. But that couldn’t be helped.

Apparently she really liked swimming around at the bottom of her pool. That’s when an idea began to take shape in my mind. If I could find something to use to chain her to the bottom I could drown her in her very own pool.

I had to duck out of sight again when she surfaced. I hid behind the edge to the frame of her home, hoping she hadn’t seen me. She was clearly having some work done at her house, based on some of the stuff I saw lying around. But her pool seemed functional and she sure looked as though she enjoyed being in it. At least she was making it easy for me.

I had a couple false starts, heading out and then coming back. She was at the bottom in the deep end, sometimes popping up unexpectedly. At least she hadn’t seen me yet.

I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I found part of a heavy cinder block lying nearby. That would work perfectly. I could use the chain to tie her to the block.

I carried it to the edge of the pool and timed my moment. When she headed for the shallow end I dropped the block into the water. Then I dropped the chain as well before jumping into her pool to go fetch her.

I had to move fast before she saw me and reacted. But I didn’t want her to see me swimming up at the surface. So I approached from underwater, kicking with my feet to get to her as fast as possible.

I got to her the moment she turned and saw me. She was so shocked she didn’t have time to react. That’s when I grabbed onto her waist.

She lost a burst of air as I wrestled with her. For a moment I thought I was going to have an easy time of it. But these assignments are seldom easy.

Within moments the fight was on. She cried out a froth of bubbles as I forced her to the bottom of the pool. But she proved stronger and more slippery than I had anticipated.

She got away from me and burst up to the surface. She got a good breath before I wrapped her up in my arms and pulled her back down. Now I had a wildcat on my hands.

I figured I had one good shot at this. But it meant I would have to exhaust her first if I was to have any chance. The question was: who would tire sooner – her or me?

I tried something different, feeling I had to change my tactics. As she struggled in my grasp I pulled on her top. I got it up over her head, causing her to struggle to keep it on until it was too late. At least she wasn’t fighting me as much, and it gave me the upper hand.

My plan worked better than I thought it would. I was running out of energy, but she’d also expended most of hers as well. It gave me the opportunity I needed to pull her over to the block.

 

I worked fast securing the chain to her wrists. She let out a cry of horror when she saw what I was doing. I think it finally set in I’d been sent here to drown her sorry ass.

I watched as she struggled with the chains. That told me it was possible she was too tired and panicked to think clearly. When she pulled on them to no avail I breathed a sigh of relief.

I headed for the shallow end and climbed out. The bitch had truly exhausted me. I decided I might have to contact my client and tell him he would have to pay extra because of the effort involved.

When I looked back down into the water I saw she was really struggling. She fought and squirmed, using up her energy and burning up the breath in her lungs. At the rate she was going it wasn’t going to take long.

I saw her try to lift the block up. But she must have been too tired because she lost her grip and it fell back to the pool floor. I sure as hell didn’t want to go back in after her to finish the job if I didn’t have to.

She must have found a reserve of adrenaline because I saw her start to put up quite a struggle. She pulled on the chain, twisting around and bubbling like crazy. For a moment I felt a surge of panic she was actually going to get free.

That’s when I saw the bubbles start to come up. It was about fucking time. I don’t know how that bitch managed to hold her breath for so long. Surely she was becoming tired and running out of air by now.

Once more I saw her give it the ol’ college try. It looked like desperation was setting in. She pulled on the chain, but she couldn’t drag the cinder block along the bottom of the pool.

All of the sudden there was a flurry of movement and a lot of bubbles. Surely she was close to drowning by now. At some point she was not going to be able to hold her breath any longer.

I saw fewer bubbles coming up to the surface. Was she about done? It couldn’t have been much more than 30 or 40 seconds since I’d left her. Desperation must have caused her to push her breath-holding abilities beyond her normal limits considering how tired she must have been.

She appeared to settle down until I thought for sure she had drowned. There weren’t many bubbles coming up and she wasn’t moving much. Had the bitch finally given in to the inevitable?

I was surprised when I saw a huge eruption of bubbles. So she still had some air left in her lungs, eh? I figured that had to be the last of it.

She appeared to go into spasms, hitching and jerking painfully. I saw fewer bubbles come out of her mouth. That’s when I knew she’d finally reached the end.

After another half minute she seemed to settle down. I saw bubbles coming out of her mouth, but she wasn’t moving or struggling. I suspected her lungs were filling with water. The bitch had finally drowned for me.

I stood there watching for another good minute or so. There was no movement in the water. It had taken some effort, but at least I’d managed to fix that client’s problem. So I took a picture for him on my cell phone.

The door to her home was unlocked, so I went inside. I found a towel she had lying nearby, no doubt to dry herself off. It was thoughtful of her to leave it for me. Then I headed back to my car, determined to call my client and tell him I needed a little bit more money due to the effort I’d been forced to put into this one.

PART 2

HIM: When I got the picture of Lilli lying chained to a block at the bottom of her pool I felt so much better. The bitch had threatened me if I didn’t divorce my wife and marry her. Who the hell did she think she was anyway? After all, it was just an affair, nothing more.

What didn’t set well with me was when the mechanic I’d hired called to tell me I hadn’t paid her enough for the job. She said Lilli had proved to be more than a handful. She wanted to meet up with me and discuss getting a little bit more for fixing my little problem with my mistress.

I had to think fast. This woman was going to become a liability if I didn’t do something about it. So I gave her the address to one of my home construction projects on the outskirts of town, telling her I would meet her there later that afternoon.

There was only one way to successfully deal with her. I figured I was going to have to out-mechanic the mechanic. I didn’t know what I was in for, so I made some plans and got ready for her arrival.

She showed up at four o’clock, right on schedule. She knocked on the door, but I remained hidden inside. She tried the knob, discovered it was unlocked, and then stepped inside.

I could tell right away she was being careful. I just waited behind a door. She hesitantly called out, “I’m here! Anybody home?”

I called out, “I’m here in the other room working on a window.”

“Oh there you are. I was worried I’d come too early.” Then I heard her walking toward the door to the room I was in.

She was partway through the doorway before she saw I was waiting for her. She let out a cry before I got the cloth over her mouth and nose. One whiff weakened her and one more put her lights out, causing her to slump in my grasp.

I dragged her body upstairs to the master bathroom where I tied her ankles together. Then I secured her wrists above her head. The last thing I did was to turn on the faucet to the bathtub I’d already put in. I figured she’d drowned Lilli so the least she could do was experience it for herself.

I checked to see if she was still breathing. Consciousness hadn’t returned yet. I decided it was time to drown the bitch before she regained full use of her senses.

I got her up onto the shelf next to the filling bathtub. She was still out. The tub was almost full, full enough for me to get rid of my second problem now that the first one had been resolved to my satisfaction.

I lifted her up and slowly worked her into the tub. She went in and floated face up. That left her feet sticking up out of the water. It was time to submerge her and get her out of my hair.

I rolled her over onto her side. It submerged her face. For a moment she didn’t even react, making me believe this was going to be far easier than I’d anticipated.

Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. Being submerged must have brought her around sooner than I’d anticipated. She came up gasping and sputtering, indicating I need to be a little more “hands on” in my approach.

I figured the easiest way to deal with her was to drown her face down. So I rolled her over and pushed on her back. That’s when she began to put up a struggle. Either the chloroform had worn off or the water had brought her around quicker.

I watched as the bubbles started coming up. She tried to rise up, but it wasn’t happening. She couldn’t push up with her secured wrists, and I wasn’t about to give her a chance to turn the tables on me.

She kept trying to rise up on me. But I shoved her to the bottom of the tub so she couldn’t get any leverage. Her arms were useless all stretched out above her head with her wrists tied together.

More bubbles came up as the water sloshed in the tub while I kept the pressure up on her shoulders. I’d been wanting to check it to make sure it didn’t have any leaks. This was actually killing two birds with one stone.

Her feet went up and down as I kept her submerged. Her strength might have been returning, but it was much too late. I had her in a position where she wasn’t going to survive.

More bubbles came up as I kept her head down. I felt a sense of anger and indignation I even had to bother with this in the first place. What the hell was wrong with her?? Did she think she could blackmail me for more money?

In anger I pulled her head up. She managed to get one quick gasp for breath. Then I angrily forced her head back down below the surface as I growled, “What the hell did you think you were doing, asking for more money like that?”

More bubbles came up as I kept her head submerged. Maybe she was trying to answer me. But I wasn’t about to listen to her excuses and explanations. I wasn’t about to take a chance she might blackmail me or report me to the cops.

“Did you watch Lilli drown, bitch? Did you watch her suffer until her lungs gave out? Did it feel anything like this?”

Her legs moved around in the back of the tub as she struggled to get her head back up. But I had a good grasp on her shoulders. There was no way in hell she was coming up unless I allowed it.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Can’t breathe? Now you know how Lilli felt when she drowned. Now you’ll get to experience it for yourself firsthand.”

The anger I felt was enough to make me lift her head up again. She loudly gasped one more time. That’s when I told her, “Last breath, bitch!”

I pushed her back down and put my hands on her shoulders. Then I forced her to eat the bottom of the tub. She struggled a little more, indicating the chloroform had mostly worn off by now. But it wasn’t going to do her any good.

More bubbles came up through her swirling hair. “Suck it in, bitch! Suck it in just like Lilli did!” I had no pity for her, especially since I was beginning to feel angry over what she’d done to my mistress even though I’d paid her to do it.

She kept trying to rise up on me. So I put a hand in her lower back while keeping one on her shoulders. At this rate she wasn’t going to last much longer.

At that moment there was a huge eruption of bubbles followed by another burst. The bitch began hitching and spasming, coughing up bubbles through her swirling hair. She’d finally decided to drown for me after all.

For a moment her feet really started to kick. There were burst of bubbles as she kept swallowing water. The surface of the tub sloshed around as she went into her drowning throes.

She gulped huge lungfuls of water as I kept her face down. It must have been incredibly painful for her. At least now she knew what Lilli had gone through.

There was what appeared to be one last painful spasm. Then she began to settle down. The water became less tempestuous now that her motions had ceased.

I kept pushing down on her, but there was no further movement. I let her go and watched as she slowly rotated onto her side. The water in the tub became still as she lay there unmoving.

There were hardly any bubbles coming up now… only the occasional one blipping up through her hair. She still hadn’t moved. But I was pretty damned certain the bitch couldn’t hold her breath that long.

She drifted there with her face below the water, the occasional bubble escaping her flooded lungs. Now I didn’t have to worry about her wanting more money or changing her mind and reporting me to the cops. I’d taken care of my loose end by drowning my mechanic in a home I was constructing. Now all I had to do was get rid of the body. And that wasn’t going to be a problem since the river was only a couple miles away.

2018 (written Sep 23 ’18 by riwa)

(Vidcaps taken from MIP1 “The Mechanic” and MIP2.)

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Carrie – from sex slave to headless sex-toy 4.4 (19)

Posted on November 6, 2018 by riwa

I’m a successful lawyer. Or at least I was. Now I watch all the clients walk by, unable to help a single one of them.

You want to know how I got here? Fine, I can tell you. You might find it amusing as hell.

I was an up-and-coming lawyer at this firm. I was starting to pick up a lot of clients. So maybe it all started because some of the others around here got a little jealous of me.

Anyway, I was down at the beach showing off my body. I can’t help it; it’s who I am. Besides, I have a hot, sexy body… highly fuckable, you might say… well, I did until this happened.

I had no idea until later there was someone on the beach keeping track of my every move. The bastards had this planned out from the very beginning. And I didn’t have a fucking clue. As a lawyer, you’d think I would have been a lot smarter than that, you know? Shows you what can happen when you’re not careful.

So I headed back to my car after a good hour of showing off my body. I could tell everyone was eyeing me – all the men and not a few of the bitches out there. I could feel them lusting after me. You have no idea what that feels like knowing everyone wants to fuck you.

I had just reached my car when strong hands grabbed me from behind. One put a hand over my mouth and told me not to scream or I’d never live to get out of the parking lot. Then they taped my hands together, stuffed my mouth full of rags, and then dragged me to a trunk one of them must have popped open with a remote.

In I went lickety-split, scared shitless and trembling like a leaf. I was never so scared in all my life. Give me stern Judge Nelson any day of the week. I’d rather face him for a month straight that go through what I did out in that parking lot again.

I rolled around in that trunk, getting more terrified by the minute as they drove me around. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. Hell, I think I even wet myself!

When we reached our destination they put this canvas bag over my head so I couldn’t see very well. They hauled me somewhere, which turned out to be some building. They retied my arms and legs with so much rope until I was really terrified. Then they tossed me onto this grotty mattress.

They started talking to me. I didn’t recognize their voices at the time. They said they were going to train me to be a sex slave. That’s when a chill ran down my spine.

A sex slave? I was a fucking lawyer! I had sex with whoever I wanted! I didn’t have to be forced!

One laughed as he told me I might end up in the Middle East with some sheik. The other laughed and said it was possible I might end up at the bottom of the sea. That really scared me. But it also had this strange effect on me.

You see, I’ve always had these perverse fantasies. Maybe that’s what happens when you become a lawyer and need an outlet from all that stress. I hadn’t told anyone about these things I imagined, yet there I was.

Had I let something slip out inadvertently? Had I said something stupid to some guy I’d fucked? I wracked my brain, trying to remember. But I sure as hell didn’t want to live my fantasies out in real life, that’s for damned sure!

The bag over my head was removed, but I didn’t know where the hell I was. The first thing that happened was my stomach growled. They laughed as one of them went to get me something to eat.

Can you believe it?? He put it in a dog dish… like I was some fucking poodle or something! I was a lawyer, not a Pekingese! But if I wanted to eat I had to crawl to it on my knees and shove my face in the bowl. And since I was all tied up… and since hunger makes you humiliate yourself in order to eat, well… you know the drill.

My training started with the whippings… and fuck that hurt! They said they were softening me up. But they kept me gagged a lot so I couldn’t scream or complain, not that it would have done me any good.

What they did next turned out to be much, much worse. I was tied spread-eagled to the floor on my back. And you know what? That’s the way they left me… except for when they wanted to amuse themselves.

They came in and fucked my tits with their cocks. Then they rammed their dicks down my throat. I screamed and screamed, but they just laughed and said no one could hear me. Then they gave me the cattle prod or the whip until I stopped screaming. Hell, a couple times I thought they were going to whip my tits raw!

Those bastards gagged me with their cocks until I could hardly breathe. Then they fucked my cunt anytime they got horny. When they finished they didn’t care where they splattered me – tits, face, cunt, stomach: it was all the same to them. And if I got too messy they just hit me with cold water from a hose before scrubbing me down with a coarse brush.

They did that to me for three days straight, telling me they were grooming me for my role as a sex slave. The whole time I wondered why the office wasn’t busting its ass to find me. What the hell were they doing: having a spot of tea while I suffered in here?

After a while things got worse. How could they get worse, you ask? Simple. I was starting to become aroused by the whole damned thing.

I would lay down there naked, waiting for my next fuck or my next cock to suck. And believe me, it wasn’t just those two that fucked me. Many more came in to enjoy the fruits of my immensely fuckable body.

The whole time I would find myself becoming shamefully aroused. I don’t know how long I fought it. But I finally gave up. I wasn’t a lawyer anymore; I was becoming someone’s sex slave.

Maybe I should have felt much worse about it. But I didn’t. All it took was for me to hear someone coming downstairs to know I was about to get fucked again. Then my damned nipples would get hard as my cunt moistened right up for the next cock I was about to receive.

It was only a few days, but it seemed longer. At times I found myself wondering if I was actually better suited to being a sex slave. I certainly got excited and all lubed up on my own whenever I heard I was about to have more company.

One afternoon they came down and clipped a tag to my labia. It hurt like hell. But my captors said the tag read Grade A. I don’t know why the hell that made me so proud. I guess you find your victories in the little things.

They said there would be more training and that it would be rougher on me. By now I was priding myself on handling just about anything they could throw at me. But I hadn’t expected what they did to me next.

I was bent over a post and then secured so I couldn’t lift my head up. Now the guys wouldn’t have to lie on the floor to fuck me. But the position left me exposed to other disciplinary measures.

My ass seemed to be a favorite target of their whip. Hell, I think they used it on me just for the fun of it and to hear me cry out. But it always made me so fucking wet that I always got a good, hard fuck when it was all over.

That wasn’t the only hole they used. My ass was filled with bigger and bigger dildos so I could take bigger and bigger cocks. And my mouth was filled just as often until it seemed like every day I was swallowing huge quantities of cream.

They whipped and fondled and played with my jugs. I always thought they were my best feature. The guys that came in sure seemed to think so, and they used the whip on them just to hear me scream in agony.

More guys came in to use me, especially my mouth. I don’t remember how many cocks I sucked. After a while it all became a bit of a blur. But my stomach sure got full from all that spunk until I hardly needed to eat anything else.

The guys finally told me I was ready, but the buyers weren’t yet. So they whored me out to help me pay for my keep. It was so fucking humiliating.

They put me in a motel room and tied my arms and legs together. They left me naked on my back like that with my arms and legs sticking up and my holes exposed. Then the customers came in one by one.

It wasn’t just the guys who came calling. I got several bitches who got off using huge dildos on my cunt and ass. And several of them sat on my face, smothering me until I could hardly breathe as I frantically used my tongue to get them off before I passed out.

At the end of the day they would put me in the bathtub, wash all the cum off me and then give me a few scraps to eat. The next morning I was back on my back. Then the whole damned thing would start all over again.

It was humiliating as hell, especially since it was also perversely arousing. But I was starting to get tired and sore. I hoped they would sell me off soon. I figured I’d get treated far better where I was going than where I was at that moment.

The day came when I found out I’d been sold. The guys all told me I was going to make a great sex-toy. I was a little confused as I thought I was being trained to be a sex slave.

I was all leashed up so I could walk out with what little dignity I had left. Unfortunately I was supposed to walk out naked. The last thing they told me was that I was going to be a big movie star for some company.

At that moment I thought about my law firm. Did they miss me? Hell, did they even care? It occurred to me all the jealous types wouldn’t give a damn I’d up and disappeared on them. They would probably laugh and say “Good riddance to bad garbage.”

Imagine my horror when I was taken outside. I couldn’t recognize the neighborhood I was in. But that didn’t seem to matter.

A crowd gathered as someone checked the cuffs on my back. Then I was marched forward. I was given sunglasses as though I was more than a cheap whore and that I’d be a good lay wherever I was going.

I couldn’t help looking all around me. Everyone was looking at me – no; that’s not right. I should say everyone was LUSTING after me! It really turned me on.

From somewhere in the crowd I heard voices asking, “Isn’t that Carrie? Isn’t that Carrie from the law firm?”  “I think it is! Just look at the slut and her tits hanging out!”  “Damn, that bitch looks so fuckable! I bet everyone at the firm wants to have a go at her now!”

I was embarrassed as hell. But I was so fucking aroused that my cunt was dripping. The idea those bitches and bastards from my law firm might see me like this was horrifying, yet thrilling.

We finally reached this big, windowless building. I was ushered right inside. Was this where I was going to meet my new owner?

I couldn’t help wondering. Had I been sold off to a male or a female? Was I going to be used by the staff at some building? What if another law office had bought me and was going to fuck me night and day?

As we went deeper into the building I began hearing voices I recognized. Fuck; these were people from MY office! Had the bastards bought me to use for their own sexual pleasures instead of using me to settle cases?? Was I to become the whore of the Firm??

I began seeing people I recognized. Everyone was well dressed as though they were attending some fancy party. I tried calling out to certain individuals I knew for help, mercy or even some semblance of compassion. They just laughed at me.

I saw it the moment we entered another room. It looked huge and imposing. It also made me weak in the knees. What the fuck was a guillotine doing in here??

Cameras were set up everywhere. Everyone came inside to watch. It looked like the whole damned office had shown up for the occasion.

The president of the firm came right up to me and smiled. “So nice of you to join us, Carrie,” he said with a grand wave. “You’re going to be the star of our special snuff movie. You’ll put on a good performance for us, won’t you?”

I was horrified. “Snuff movie? SNUFF MOVIE?? YOU CAN’T! I’M SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD TO SLAVERS! HELL, I’M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR FUCKING LAWYER!”

“You’ve been sold back to us, Carrie. But don’t worry. We’re certainly going to fuck you. But we’ve decide to wait until your head’s been removed.”

“’Been removed’?? What the hell???”

I began to cry out, resisting as the guys dragged me over to the guillotine. I screamed and struggled and begged for mercy. That just got raucous laughs from everyone standing around watching me.

“No – no – NO; you can’t DO this to me!” They just strapped me down to the bascule. Then they lowered me until I was horizontal before pushing me forward.

I nearly passed out when they pushed my head through and I saw the waiting wicker basket below. That’s when I started to hyperventilate. “Aren’t you going to fuck me first?” I gasped, hoping I could at least buy myself some time.

The president smiled at me as he shook his head. “No one wants to fuck you while you’re alive, Carrie. They all want to fuck a corpse. I must say, yours is going to be sexy as hell. You should be proud.”

“Proud?? PROUD?? I don’t want to be proud! I don’t want to lose my head! Somebody get me out of –“ THUNK! And those were the last words I ever uttered as the blade came down and silenced me forever.

My body jerked as my head fell into the wicker basket. Then the president pulled my head out by a handful of hair. I could see everyone laughing and cheering and applauding, some of them saying it couldn’t have happened to a more deserving bitch.

I got a view of my naked body jerking and spasming on the bascule. Several women rushed forward to have a closer look. They began feeling me up and fingering my cunt, some of them saying how wet I was and that I must have cum the moment the blade fell.

The last thing I saw before my vision started to fade was the sight of everyone taking their clothes off. Geoff was first, the guy who was supposed to be my partner and lover. He couldn’t wait to fuck my ass while I was still warm.

My head was passed around to the ladies who all used my face and lips to get themselves off. The guys started fucking my headless corpse in twos and threes. Amazingly they even stuck their dicks into my neck stump.

It turned onto one hell of an orgy. I was their sex slave after all, although I didn’t feel any of it. I don’t know how many cocks went off in my mouth, only for the cream to leak out of the back of my severed throat. And I don’t know how many guys pumped my corpse full of their cream, nor how many women used strap-ons to fuck the shit out of me in both ends.

I took so much cream that it wasn’t even funny. I had no idea a body, much less a corpse, could serve as a receptacle for so much jizz. They sure as hell enjoyed using me.

The party was starting to wind down when my head was put on a table. All the guys came over and stroked until my face was coated with the stuff. My body got the rest of it, although some of the bitches enjoyed peeing on me.

The cameras recorded it all, every damned second of it. Now the firm gets together and watches my videos each year. They come down here to the visitor’s lobby to admire my head in this display case. Then they go back to that damned building to behead some other poor girl.

The brunette on my right? That’s Patricia. She was a paralegal who bought it the very next year. And last year they beheaded clueless Paris over there in the long, blonde hair. The poor bitch had no fucking idea what was coming.

So that’s my story. I see you want to intern here, honey. But now you’re looking at our heads here in this display case. So can I offer you a little friendly advice? I won’t even charge you for it.

See that building across the street? Run – don’t walk – to that law firm over there before your head ends up in here next to mine.

Wait; what are you doing? Are you going in anyway?? Didn’t you hear a damned word I said?? You stupid, stupid bitch!!!

(written for Carrie Aug 25 ’18 by riwa)

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2 hanging shorts 4.2 (11)

Posted on November 5, 2018 by riwa

Just for fun I thought I’d upload these two short stores inspired by pictures as a distraction from the elections. – riwa

The perks of a hangman

He comes for me in the morning. He is naked and his cock is at half-mast. I’m instructed to remove all my clothes. Then he ties my wrists behind my back.

He leads me through the mansion down to the basement. It’s his chamber of horrors and I feel my pussy moisten. What is he going to do to me this time? Whatever it will be, I know I am in for both pain and pleasure.

He goes over to a table and fetches a length of rope. I watch as he fashions it into a noose. Then my eyes widen in horror as he comes over and loops it over my head, snugging it tight.

My breath catches in my throat and I start to whimper. Is he going to hang me? What did I do??

He takes me over to a wooden frame. He’s used it before to tie me spread-eagled to whip me. But now it frightens me.

He goes over and fetches a stool, placing it directly underneath the crossbar. Then he forces me to my knees. He pulls on the rope around my neck as he thrusts his cock down my throat.

I’m more frightened in his presence than I’ve ever been before. I’m also perversely aroused. Is he going to hang me just like that? What the hell did I do??

He says not a word. He just thrusts into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to guide me. My breath catches in my throat as I gag on his dick.

My nipples are hard; my pussy wet. What is he going to do to me? Is he really going to hang me??

He fucks my skull, grunting as he hits the back of my throat. Beads of sweat begin to break out all over me. Every now and then he pulls on the noose as though reminding me what’s to become of me after he cums.

I give him my very best effort. Maybe I can buy myself out of his decision to hang me. I tell myself he’s not really going to do it; that it’s just a huge bluff to scare me into a fearful arousal. But something tells me he’s serious.

I try to hold back, believing he’ll hang me once he’s cum. But I can’t help myself. I suck him like a pro until I feel him swell in my mouth.

A part of me thinks “No; not yet – I want to live a little while longer!” Then he pulls out and splatters my face. I wince as it gets into my eye and dribbles down my cheeks.

He pulled me to my feet and walks me over to the stool. He forces me to step up onto it. I whimper as I find myself trembling on rubbery legs.

He throws the free end of the noose over the crossbar above me. Then he pulls on the rope. I rasp for breath as I’m pulled onto my toes.

My mind screams “NO, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!” But I utter not a word. I’m not allowed to speak unless spoken to.

He ties the end of the rope off, leaving me trembling on my toes. Then he caresses me all over. My breasts heave in terror, my nipples painfully erect.

He reaches down and fingers my wet slit. I writhe and moan, looking at him with agony in my eyes. Then he tenderly kisses me.

I don’t know what to do; I’m both terrified and aroused. Should I return the kiss… show him I’m willing? My chest heaves as I try to get air down my restricted throat.

He runs a hand down my trembling body one last time. Then he puts a bare foot on the stool and pushes out from underneath me. The rope instantly takes my weight.

My eyes fly open in horror at the agony constricting my throat. My breathing is severely restricted. My legs flail for the stool which is nowhere within reach.

I begin to kick in ever desperate gestures. He steps back with a smile to watch my suffering. Is he going to take me back down? Or is he going to leave me here??

I struggle anew, reflexively jerking on the rope. My efforts cause the noose to tighten around my throat, which causes me to kick and struggle harder. Moments later I can scarce breathe at all.

My head feels like it’s about to explode. My tongue slithers out of my mouth in surrender. And still he stands there, watching and stroking. His cock has gotten hard again.

My mind keeps screaming no as I begin to hump and thrash about. My thighs come together, reflexively rubbing my swollen nub. Then it hits, the pleasure that always accompanies the pain.

For a moment there is blissful respite as rapture flows through my naked, quivering body. Then it is gone and the pain returns more than ever. I can no longer feel my legs.

I try to take a breath but it is impossible. My head feels swollen. My feet flutter as I try to kick. But I have exhausted myself and accomplish little.

He comes up to caress my breasts, fingering my swollen nipples. My toes wriggle, but I’m unaware of it. Then he reaches down and fingers my slit again. I cannot feel me clenching around his wriggling digits.

He gives me one last kiss on the lips but I can barely feel it. I want this agony to end. I endure one last humiliation as my bladder gives way, but I am aware of nothing but the faint sound of liquid dribbling onto the floor. Then consciousness mercifully ebbs away.

2018 (Jul 8 ’18)

(Inspired by the great render by enhjorning)

The hangman’s apprentice

The cart arrived, the driver reining in the horses. Destin dutifully walked to the back and produced his set of keys that would open it up. When he swung the doors open he gasped in shock at the lone occupant. It was Lizette, the girl he’d been courting.

For a moment he stood there in stunned silence. She stared back at him, her eyes open in shock. A moment later he heard his father clearing his throat as though urging him to get on with it.

Without a word he reached in and pulled her out. There was a lump in his throat as his heart raced. She whimpered softly, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

He had to make himself remember his father’s training… “Take the condemned up the steps without a word, noose her up and then drop her. Everything has already been said and done back at the courthouse. You are not to say a word to the guilty as they will only beg for their lives.” He’d learned that lesson from the last one who had pleaded all the way to the end.

She whimpered again as he walked her to the steps. He felt every eye of the townsfolk on him. If he failed this one, both he and his father – nay, their entire family – would be shamed.

He so much wanted to speak to her, to ask her what she’d done that had brought them together to this moment. But what good would it do? Chances are it would only result in more pain and anguish.

They reached the top of the steps where he walked her over to the trap. Her gloved hands had been shackled in front. She started to reach out to him – out of affection or alarm he did not know. Then she thought better of it. After all, she could see in his face how much he hated what he was doing.

He brought the noose down and forced himself to coldly loop it around her slender neck. He had kissed that neck so many times before. Now he would never kiss it again, nor her soft, red lips that had curled into a sad little pout.

With trembling hands he pulled her dress down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts the way he was supposed to do with each female criminal to further shame them before sentence was carried out. She trembled as she blushed deeply now that he was seeing them for the first time. They had planned to become engaged in a few weeks when she would have willingly allowed him to feast his eyes on them to his heart’s content. But she didn’t want him to see them now… not like this.

Her nipples hardened when they were exposed before him. He blushed deeply. He’d seen them erect once before behind a loose garment she had risked allowing him to see her in that showed more than was proper for a lady.

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she trembled. The look in her eyes was crystal clear… “How can you do this to me??” But he said nothing, fully aware of his father’s watchful gaze as well as the gaze of all the spectators burning into his backside.

He so wanted to give her a last kiss. But he couldn’t risk it. He was performing his duty as his father’s apprentice. Any show of emotion would end his stint as a hangman-in-training once and for all.

He checked her one last time before walking behind her to the lever. She gasped as she closed her eyes for a moment. Then he pulled the lever almost angrily over the way the gallows was taking the girl he loved.

She fell through with a cry that was cut off when she bounced to a stop. There was a loud rasp for breath as she started to kick, the townsfolk murmuring with growing excitement. She began to swing back and forth, fighting to breathe as her hands came up to claw at the noose around her throat.

Some of the males in the crowd started to whoop and holler. There were cheers, cries and catcalls as well as a few vulgarities directed up at his dying love. He watched silently from his position by the lever, ramrod straight.

He had to force himself not to shed any tears. But he could not prevent the bulge that developed down below. It happened with each woman he hanged, especially since he had to expose their breasts. This just happened to be his third… and it was the most humiliating.

The condemned – he could not permit himself to think of her as Lizette anymore – kicked less and less until she gently swayed back and forth. Stray muscles twitched as her bare feet fluttered. A moment later her bladder gave way, its contents slowly streaming down her legs.

He looked at his father who nodded proudly. Then he solemnly descended the gallows. He went over to stand by his father who wrapped an arm around him before quietly whispering into his ear, “I’m proud of you son. That was very professional.”

They stood there together until the condemned was no more, gently swinging back and forth. The noise from the spectators died down as they started to disperse until he could hear the rope creaking a little. But something in his soul died that day. He would never be able to love another as he had loved Lizette.

2018 (written Jul 16 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the drawing I found and included.)

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Teri and the Halloween visitors (graphic) 4.7 (3)

Posted on October 30, 2018 by riwa

It was just after 5pm when Teri started getting her first trick-or-treaters. They were all dressed up in their cute costumes. She loved giving out candy, and she had plenty on hand. But she had ulterior motives.

For the past week she’d been handing out cards to potential clients at the club she worked. She planned on giving them a special treat after all the trick-or-treaters died down. She wanted to make a full night of it.

More kids showed up, no doubt dropped off by the male in the car on the street. Teri was in her black witch’s costume with lots of cleavage and an extremely short skirt. She “accidentally” dropped a piece of candy which she bent over to pick it up, showing the man in the car her ass and the white thong digging through her crack. Then she blew him a kiss before sending the kids back to him.

It was like that for the next couple of hours after the sun went down. Kids with fathers waiting got an extra piece of candy. And she seemed accident prone, dropping it onto the sidewalk and then bending over to give the males a show and a veiled invitation to return for a treat of their own.

At 7:30 the first father returned after the trick-or-treaters dried up. Teri promptly took him into the bushes beside the front door. Then she dropped to her knees and gave him a blowjob, taking his load into her mouth. Another card was passed out, giving him a discount for a lap dance on his next visit to her club before she sent him on his way.

She got a couple more fathers, and two more loads of salty cum down her throat. Then she noticed what looked like some older trick-or-treaters on the street. Their costumes were impressive: villains of the slasher movies including Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger and a ghostface in the mix.

She smiled at them and blew them a kiss. Perhaps she could get them in for blowjobs and more discounts at her club. With any luck she could improve her business.

They moved on as another car came in. Another father she recognized from earlier in the evening got out and came up to her steps while she was standing outside. “Trick or treat?” she asked coyly.

“Treat,” he replied with a knowing smile, pulling her to him and giving her a kiss. She smiled as she pulled him into the bushes, got onto her knees and freed his bulge for another nice Halloween snack.

The evening wore on, and she sucked a total of 8 men in her shrubbery. Then she saw those costumed villains had returned. It looked like they were taking pictures with their iPhone.

She blew them another kiss, showed them her backside, and deliberately bent over, giving them a good view of her white thong. That’s when they all came over. There were too many for the bushes, so she let them surround her as she got on her knees and blew them right there on the sidewalk.

The Freddy character was using his iPhone to record the event. She swallowed three loads until only Voorhees was left as Freddy recorded it all. “Make sure you tell all your friends about me,” she told them with a smile. “Your next visit to the club is good for a substantial discount.”

“Our friends are all dead,” Freddy smiled back. “You’re next.”

She grunted in alarm as Voorhees cock was shoved down her throat. She could hardly breathe as he gave her quite a load, and she gagged and gurgled. Then they muscled her inside her house, locking the door behind her and turning off the yard light to indicate she was “closed for the night”.

She tried to cry out, but Myers covered her mouth with his hand. They went to her bedroom where they stuffed some nylons into her mouth. Then they stretched her arms out and tied them off to the top corners of her bed.

The cocks came out again, only this time her mouth was already preoccupied. Voorhees and Myers grabbed her legs, splitting them apart as ghostface pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Freddy recorded the whole event with his iPhone.

She grunted as ghostface fucked her hard. She tried to tell them they didn’t have to be so rough and that she would willingly take them on if only they would give her a little compensation in return. But they weren’t interested, and the nylons in her mouth made her speech unintelligible.

She became alarmed as Voorhees took his turn. This time he fucked her ass. But what alarmed her was when he was given a pair of her nylons lying on the floor which he used to strangle her during sex.

Teri let out a garbled cry of horror. She could hardly breathe. Now she began to fear for her life.

They took turns raping her, two holding her legs apart and one recording the event as the fourth used her. She was fucked in both holes as she cried out in growing terror. What’s worse, they kept strangling her half to death with her nylons, making her afraid they might kill her and leave her lying on her bed in a degrading position to be found later.

When they finally finished, Voorhees and Myers left as Freddy and ghostface used two nylons to strangle her while lying on the bed on either side of her. “What’s wrong?” Freddy laughed. “Hosiery got your tongue?” To emphasize, he tugged on the ones in her mouth as they strangled her hard with more nylons.

Teri was sure this was it. She was full of spunk and was going to be strangled to death. Then surprisingly they let up on the nylons.

Voorhees and Myers returned with a bunch of Halloween candy. “Trick or treat, bitch!” Freddy cackled. Then they started shoving it up her cunt and ass as he added, “Don’t you know you can overdose on too much candy?”

Teri cried out as small packages of treats and candy bars were forced up her holes. Her pussy was stuffed, and her ass felt like she really had to take a dump. It was horrible, humiliating beyond words.

Myers motioned he wanted to use the knife on her. “Can’t leave you out, can we?” Freddy told him with a smile. Then he motioned at her… “Go right ahead and enjoy yourself.” So Myers plunged the blade into Teri’s stomach.

She screamed into the nylons in her mouth as she stiffened from the pain. Michael cut her open and pulled out some of her guts. Then they all began stuffing more candy inside the bloody opening. Freddy cackled there was always room for one more piece.

Teri screamed and grunted as they freed her from the bed while ghostface continued pushing candy into her gaping wound. Her tummy began to bulge from all that extra candy she had left over. One of them dumped the contents of several packages of candy corn into her guts. Then each one got an arm or leg before they carried her off into the bathroom.

To her horror she saw the tub was full. One of them must have filled it while she was being strangled. They ripped out the nylons in her mouth, allowing one final scream of horror, pain and violation. Then they pushed her down into the filled tub until she was lying on her back.

Teri was totally submerged as they pushed her to the bottom. The pain of her opened gut was too much to be able to hold her breath. That’s when she started gulping water, gurgling and drowning as her head twisted from side to side.

“Stupid bitch!” Freddy chastised her. “Don’t you know you should never go into the water on a full stomach?” He laughed maniacally as they made sure she couldn’t get her head up.

The water turned bloody as bits of candy floated around, having been discharged out of her cunt, ass and stomach. Teri finally went limp as she stared up in horror. “Better give her more candy,” Freddy advised. Ghostface happily stuffed more into her gaping mouth. Then they got up and left.

It was their third stripper visit of the evening, and they wanted to get in two more before they settled down for the night…

2017 (written for Teri Oct 21 ’17 by riwa)

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The Peace Treaty 1-3 3.7 (3)

Posted on October 30, 2018 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.)

1 Sacrifices to be Made

When mother comes into my room I can tell by the stoop in her shoulders and the look on her face that she brings bad news. She always seems to be the bearer of bad news lately, considering our people are at war with a neighboring country known as Bakir. But this time she has news far more devastating.

“Pack your bags, little one. We are flying out to Santamos Island later this afternoon.”

“Santamos Island, mother? For what purpose?” I am aware of the nature of the island. Surely this cannot be good.

“The council has sent out emissaries to the Bakir,” she says heavily. “An agreement has been reached. Both our countries will finally have peace.” Now I am totally confused… and more than a little concerned.

“Peace, mother? That is good news, is it not? Why are you so downcast?”

“Because sacrifices are to be made on both sides, little one.”

“Sacrifices? What sacrifices?”

I know all about the consensual executions that take place on Santamos Island, and my heart leaps in my chest in alarm. I am betrothed to Akiel of a neighboring clan in our country. Does this mean I may not survive to see my wedding day?

“Mother?” I gasp with fright. She sees how pale I have become. She comes over to reassure me.

“No, little one; you will not be executed. It will only be your brothers and sisters.” The news comes as a major blow, and my chest tightens.

“All of them, mother?”

“Yes, little one.” She lowers her head as a tear trickles down her cheek. “Even Shareel and Dontel.” I am devastated.

“But their children!” I protest. “What will Nathan do without his wife… and Martine without her husband?”

“Nathan and Martine are both coming as well,” mother says sadly. “The children of both families will be left with their nannies.”

Shareel my oldest sister has been married to Nathan for five years. She has three beautiful children. And my older brother Dontel has been married to Martine for three, both of them blessed with two precious young ones. I am next in line, pledged to Akiel before my younger brother Bortan and youngest sister Anoria. She is the most precious of the family, having just passed her eighteenth birthday. I cannot wrap my mind around the fact I am going to lose them all.

“Mother, this cannot be happening! They do not deserve to die!”

“But this is war, little one,” my mother responds wisely. “None of us deserve this fate… and yet all of us do. Do not worry, for they have given their consent for the sake of peace.” Then she comes up to me and lovingly strokes my hair as she often does when she wishes to express her love for me.

“What about me, mother?” I ask, suddenly feeling a chill run down my spine. “What is to be my part in all of this?”

“You are to help execute our family, little one. Then you are to marry Prince Osman of the township of Onessa of the country of Bakir. That final gesture on both sides will consummate the peace.”

She sighs heavily. For a moment it appears as though the weight of the entire world has fallen upon her shoulders. And now I feel a similar weight upon mine.

“I am sorry, little one,” she tells me sadly. “Pack quickly. Then go see Akiel one last time. I believe his parents are giving him the news even as we speak.” That’s when she lovingly strokes my hair one last time.

“This is much to place upon the shoulders of such a fine young woman of 21 years of age. I am sorry it has to be you.”

Tears start to stream down her cheeks. She hugs me tightly as though never wanting to let me go. Then she rushes out of the room, overcome with grief…

2 First Kills

Upon arrival at the island I am given precious little time to spend with my family. Gabrielle my handmaiden soon rushes me off to the firing range to begin my training. That is where I meet Prince Osman for the very first time.

Actually he is a rather handsome young man. Were it not for the fact our countries are at war with each other I might find it enjoyable to be in his company. As it is, he is Bakir.

I have nothing but utter contempt for him and his kind. But I assume his role will be similar to mine. So I decide one of the few joys of my stay on this island will be to watch him suffer as he executes members of his own family… as I will suffer executing mine.

At the range my marksmanship is not the best. The trainer reminds me my shots must be true if I am to make sure the victim does not suffer needlessly. I cannot begin to imagine having to shoot any of my brothers or sisters. But it will be far worse if I fire and leave them suffering without delivering a mortal wound that kills them quickly. So I redouble my efforts until I begin hitting the target consistently.

Prince Osman is much better than I, and he finishes early. Two men come up to him who I do not recognize – one his age and one much older. Then the three of them walk away. I spit at the ground they were standing on mere moments ago before going back to complete my training.

I have just completed my last few rounds to the trainer’s satisfaction when I turn to see my handmaiden approach with someone I recognize. It is Fornay, the mayor of my town! His hair is graying and he looks distinguished in his fine suit.

I cannot imagine why he is here. Perhaps his role is to encourage me and my family for our role in the peace of our village and our country. It is a kindness that touches me deeply. But I learn he is here for another purpose.

“It is so good of you to do this for us all, little one,” he tells me, referring to me the way my mom… nay, the way everyone around me refers to me. “I am ready when you are.”

“I will do my part if I must,” I tell him solemnly, finding his words a little strange. What could he possibly be ready for, other than to watch me at my gruesome tasks?

Oddly the trainer instructs me to hang onto my rifle. Then the four of us walk away from the training range together, only to descend a small rise. That is when I see two stakes set up with two coffins lying nearby.

The grey haired man who I saw earlier is already standing blindfolded in front of the first one. Prince Osman and the one who by his age I can only assume to be his best man are both waiting a few yards away. I take a small pleasure in noting the two Bakir looking so ill at ease.

I am startled as the trainer leads us to the second post. “What is this?” I gasp nervously.

“You and the Prince will be committing your first executions together as practice,” the trainer tells me. “The mayors of both your towns have agreed to serve as your first kills.” I am shocked as Gabrielle lowers her head in sadness.

I turn to our mayor in horror. But he just bows before me. “I am honored to serve as your first, little one. I have signed the consent form with the concierge, and your handmaiden has signed for you. Everything is in order. But you need not worry. There will be an election for a new mayor the first of next week. So that will be taken care of as well.”

I am stunned as a tear comes to my eye. “I cannot execute you, Fornay,” I tell him softly, even though I appear to have no choice in the matter. “Besides, you are the town mayor and not a member of my family!” He just strokes my hair sympathetically.

“You may consider me a part of your family, little one, if it makes it any easier. Besides, I have complete faith in your marksmanship as well as the peace you will help bring to both our countries.” Then he bravely steps up to the post and turns around, waiting for me to prepare him.

Tears come to my eyes and I instinctively wrap my arms around him. “There-there, little one,” he murmurs kindly. “We must proceed. Do not weep for me. I am here of my own free will. It will be all right; I assure you.”

I nod, blinking tears out of my eyes. I still cannot believe he has volunteered to allow me to execute him as my first kill. He is an honorable man, and I vow to make my shot as accurate as possible.

I am required to blindfold him and then tie him to the stake. I do both with trembling hands. Gabrielle watches over my rifle as I secure him to the post. Then I tape the red paper “X” to his neatly starched jacket, right where his heart should be. His breathing is heavy and labored… but then again so is mine.

I take my rifle back from Gabrielle, and the two of us walk back to where I am supposed to stand. She then steps further back along with the Prince’s best man. The Prince and I are left standing side by side.

“As a part of the Peace Accord you both will be working together,” the trainer tells us. “First you will fire upon the mayor from Capree. Then you will fire upon the mayor from Bakir. May your shots be true.”

I look at Prince Osman, and for a moment disgust fills me. Then I lift my rifle and prepare to do my best so that brave Fornay will not suffer.

“Ready… aim…” I notice the mayor of my town stiffening as I take aim…

“…FIRE!”

BANG-BANG!

Fornay slumps forward as his jacket is stained with splotches of blood. My breathing is heavy and labored. But he appears not to have suffered. Tor that I am eternally grateful.

I prepare for the Prince’s mayor, my heart beating fast. A part of me wants to wound him only, to make him suffer as a Bakir. Then it occurs to me he has probably volunteered just as Fornay has done. It would be dishonorable to treat such a sacrifice so shamefully. So I determine to make my shot hit its mark.

“Ready… aim…”

I take careful aim, noticing he is starting to squirm a little. ‘Stand still and be brave like Fornay!’ I think angrily as I adjust my line of sight…

“…FIRE!”

BANG-BANG!

 He slumps forward. I see a similar crimson stain appear in the breast pocket of his jacket. Then I look at Prince Osman. He seems cold and hard like a true Bakir. But is that a flicker of something in his expression… something that almost makes him look human? Perhaps it is just the sun in my eyes.

The trainer leads us back as two men in military uniforms come to place the bodies in the coffins. I close my eyes and sigh, asking the gods to forgive me for killing Fornay. If I had only known what lay ahead I might have asked that filthy Bakir Prince Osman to tie me to the post and shoot me instead so that my body could lie in the cold ground instead of that of our brave mayor…

3 Beheading Practice

“Why did you not tell me about Fornay, mother?” I ask unhappily as we walk along the beach.

“I am sorry, little one,” she says sympathetically. “Obviously the council made decisions your father and I were not privy to. Besides, someone had to be your first kill. I am so proud of you for such an efficient shot. Your trainer said you did very well.” She strokes my hair and it settles my anger and grief.

“So what do you think of Prince Osman?” she asks curiously.

“He is a filthy Bakir! He is not Akiel! What am I supposed to think?”

“I know, little one,” mother says kindly. “But it will help bring peace to our respective countries… a peace we have not had in a very long time.”

“I cannot love him, mother! I will never love him! I love Akiel!”

“You will learn to love him, little one… for all our sakes.”

“I doubt it, mother. But I am a Capree” and I stiffen proudly. “I will do what I must.”

“I know you will,” she says lovingly as she strokes my hair again. Then Gabrielle comes for me. That’s when I feel a sharp intake of breath.

Surely her presence means something unpleasant is about to happen…

—

Sure enough, I am taken to a private section of beach. A block and scimitar are both awaiting me. “You must practice,” Gabrielle tells me. “Surely you do not want to miss. That would be most gruesome.” What she says next chills me to the bone…

“Practice, little one. I will go and retrieve your ‘practice victim’.”

I feel a shudder run through me as she turns and walks away. Who will it be this time?? Then I heft the scimitar, bringing it up over my head and then back down…

THUNK!

I wince, realizing I would have hit the shoulders of my target.

My aim has greatly improved by the time Gabrielle returns. But who she has brought with her makes me drop to my knees in shock. A lump forms in my throat as tears well up in my eyes.

It is Akiel…

I rush up to him, accepting his embrace as we kiss each other fiercely. But I cannot stop my tears. “Why?” I sob. “Why, Akiel?”

“I know how important this is, little one,” he says with a smile. And like mother he too strokes my hair. “You are to be wed to another. Therefore I do this as a show of my love for both you and our people.”

“You did not tell me this when we said our goodbyes back home!”

“You would have tried to talk me out of it, little one. Besides, my parents understand and accept my decision. I do this with a glad heart because of how much I love you.”

“Oh, Akiel!” and I sob into his shoulder as we embrace again.

Gabrielle gently tugs on me. “I am sorry, little one,” she tells me sympathetically, “but there is not much time. The schedule is maddeningly tight. He has signed the consent form and I have signed in your place.” I nod, blinking the tears out of my eyes as Akiel and I pull apart.

Once again I am forced to take part by tying his arms behind his back. But my heart is broken. I have never felt his member inside me as the two of us were waiting for our wedding night. And now I never will. Ours is a love that can never be consummated.

Before he can kneel I fall to my knees and struggle with his belt. Then I quietly tell him, “Allow me to bestow upon you this last little gift, my love.”

He looks down at me and smiles with a nod. Gabrielle bends over and whispers to me that she is not sure if we have the time to spare. But I decide I will make the time, especially if I am to be forced to execute my betrothed.

His member comes free and I handle him with great tenderness and love. It is the first time I have ever touched him thus, the two of us having chosen to remain chaste until our wedding night. Now all I can do is love him and his manhood for a brief period of time before he is taken away from me forever by an act of my own hand.

I take him into my mouth, savoring the flavor of his flesh and pre-cum on my tongue as he slowly thrusts in and out of me. He hardens and I feel an inner joy that my ministrations are arousing him, giving him some small pleasure. It is not long until he swells in my mouth.

I feel an eruption of his creamy warmth on my tongue as some of it dribbles down my lips. I savor the salty flavor before swallowing it down. Then I tenderly zip him back up before helping him kneel.

I kiss him one last time, his tongue probing mine. Perhaps he wants to taste the residue of our one and only act of intimacy together. Then we pull apart, our betrothal about to be permanently severed.

He kneels, slowly lowering his head upon the block as I stand up and reach for the scimitar. Gabrielle stands back and wipes a tear out of her eye with her finger. Then I raise the lethal blade above my head…

“I love you, Akiel!”

“And I love you, little one!” Then I bring the blade down, praying my aim is on target…

THUNK!

My swing is true as his head leaps away from his body to roll onto the ground. His body spasms in death as blood spurts from his neck stump. When I pick up his head I swear I can still see the love in his eyes.

Perhaps it is wrong. But I cannot resist tenderly kissing those lips one last time as the light of life fades from his eyes. Then I see 6 members of the military approaching, somberly carrying a coffin between them. At least my beloved will receive a special honor guard to take his body away.

Tears well up in my eyes once again. I cannot hold it back any longer as I start wailing with grief. They are gentle with my Akiel as they carefully place his body inside the box. Then they formally pick up the coffin and begin marching back from whence they came.

Gabrielle helps lead me back to the hotel. But my footing slips and I stumble, sobbing inconsolably. She tells me it is a noble thing Akiel has done by offering himself like that. But I do not hear her words as I mourn the loss of my one true love…

(written for Arachnid Dec 15 ’11 by riwa)

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