Behind the club 3.7 (13)

Posted on February 29, 2020 by riwa

The first one was easy. Corinne prided herself on her skills. All it took was a subtle bump and a deft hand into his pocket to retrieve it.

The second one was almost as easy, especially since he’d been drinking. He even bumped into her instead of the other way around. So she allowed him to grab her as she’d made like she was going to fall.

He caught her and leered at her beauty. She gave him her most come-hither look as she batted her eyes at him. And just like that she had a second haul as her hand slipped down and relieved him of his funds.

She found a third traveler at the bar who looked like he had a lot of money. He also looked like he would defend her honor if the other two discovered their missing pouches. So she struck up a conversation with him.

It only took ten minutes before she got a kiss out of him. At the same time her hand slid inside his trousers. When she pulled it back out she had an even bigger haul then the previous two.

She batted her eyes as she excused herself to go freshen up. But she kept on going when she saw the back door. A few more steps and she would be home free.

She opened the door and exited out the back of the club into a dark alley. Almost immediately she bumped into a female server on her knees giving one of the customers a blowjob. Corinne smiled and nodded, thankful she didn’t need to provide that particular service tonight to make extra money, not after the haul she’d collected.

She’d just picked out the route she intended to take when a hand grabbed her shoulder. She gasped with a start as she turned to see the burley manager. Behind him was the man at the bar she’d recently relieved of his hard earned wages.

“This the one?” he growled.

“That’s her,” her victim declared, eyeing her coldly.

Her delay proved to be unfortunate. A voice from somewhere inside the club declared he’d just been robbed. That’s when the manager began pawing her while demanding, “Where is it?”

“Unhand me!” Corinne demanded as she struggled in his grasp. Then she started to scream she was being assaulted. That brought a couple more patrons as well as a cook out into the back of the club.

The manager found the three pouches and pulled them out. “You’ve had a busy night, miss.”

“Those are mine!” But the jig was up when her mark at the bar identified the one as belonging to him. It was quietly handed back to him with an apology from the manager. The other two patrons decided it wasn’t their business and headed back inside.

She tried to struggle out of the manager’s grasp. But he had hands of steel. This wasn’t going down the way she’d anticipated.

Her other two targets soon came out back. They quickly identified the other pouches as belonging to them. The manager quietly handed them back to their respective owners.

“No harm, no foul?” Corinne offered with a smile, embarrassed she’d allowed herself to get caught. “I guess I’ll just be on my way.”

“Not so fast,” the manager told her. Then he nodded at the cook who turned and disappeared back inside the club.

“Hey, let me go! Everybody’s happy now. They got what was coming to them, right?”

“But you haven’t gotten what’s coming to you yet, miss. We run a respectable club here. We can’t have thieves like you depriving our customers of their hard-earned wages.”

“Let me go! Let me go and I’ll never set foot inside your damned club again!” But he maintained his grip on her.

She turned to the server still on her knees sucking cock. She didn’t seem to be the least bit interested. Nor was the man on the receiving end of her ministrations.

The cook returned with a bunch of rope. “Hey, what’s that for?” Corinne gasped in alarm. A moment later the cook was tying her wrists behind her back.

“Hey! You can turn me over to the authorities. I’ll go willingly.” If he would just let her go she could make a break for it. But the cook ignored her as the manager kept a firm grip on her.

She looked at the man she’d robbed, pleading for him to do something. His expression was cold and hard. Then she saw the cook forming one end of the long rope into a coil.

“Hey; what gives? You can’t do this to me!” Now she really began to panic.

A noose was formed before the rope was throw up over a part of the metal stairwell leading upward. Corinne cried out in horror. That’s when the manager produced a gag and threaded it through her mouth, stifling her protests.

Once more she looked at the man she’d robbed, her eyes pleading for him to stop what they were about to do. He didn’t even bat an eye. Then the cook leaned down and tied her boots together at the ankles with another length of rope he’d brought out.

Corinne grunted as she shook her head. Surely this couldn’t be happening, right? They weren’t really going to hang her, were they??

The cook brought the noose down around her throat, brushing her red hair out of the way. Corinne grunted as she shook her head again. Then the cook pulled on the other end until he took all the slack out.

The manager angrily ripped her blouse open with one hard pull, revealing she was not wearing a bra. He was not moved at the attractive sight before him. “We don’t take kindly to thieves in our establishment, miss.” Then he helped the cook pull on the free end of the rope.

Corinne’s eyes flew open as she was hauled several feet up into the air. Almost immediately she rasped and grunted from the pain as the noose tightened around her throat. Then she started kicking, her blouse fluttering around her as her breasts were exposed to the cool night air.

The cook and the manager tied off the free end as she kicked and swung. The server on her knees never even bothered to look up at her. But the man receiving the blowjob did, smiling cruelly as he grabbed the server’s head and fucked her face harder.

Corinne’s face turned red from lack of oxygen as she jerked her arms behind her back. Her blouse came down, hanging up on her bound arms and fully exposing her chest. She kicked her legs in a vain effort to ease the agony around her neck.

She looked down to see the cook and manager look up at her. Then they turned and calmly walked back into the club without giving her a second thought. The man at the bar she’d robbed watched another few seconds before he too turned and walked back inside.

Corinne was horrified. She rasped and grunted as she looked down at the server on her knees and the man getting the blowjob. She pleaded with her eyes for him to do something. He just smiled up at her.

Her throat closed off, causing her to kick harder. She jerked again as she fought one last time to free herself. Then Corinne hung limp, her body gently swaying back and forth.

With a grunt the man came into the mouth of the server. She dutifully swallowed it all, sucking him clean. Then she finally stood up, licking her lips.

They looked up at Corinne as she dangled there, a stain appearing in her trousers. The agony was evident in her features. Then her vision began to spiral inward around the edges. The last thing she was the server and the recipient of the blowjob calmly walking back inside arm in arm, leaving her corpse to dangle in the night air behind the club.

2019 (written for Corinne Apr 12 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by her drawing which I included.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4 (1)

Posted on February 24, 2020 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming March rewards

We’ve reached the battle royale of the island.
What happens to Tia during A Night to Remember?
Witnessing a quickie in the pool
Sorority hanging party
A mourning hang
The cylinder
The gallows in the courtyard
Witness relocation
Dahlia finds a noose

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

I’ve had some struggles this month (like taxes for instance?). But what else is new? We all have difficulties in life we need to overcome. At least I’ve worked on getting some stories ready for you. And I’m appreciative I live close enough to mom to be able to eat out with her and visit her now and then. So I have much to be thankful for. I hope you can find some blessings in your life to appreciate. And as always, thank you so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

JP Combo (reactivated 2-9-20)

24798 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of reposted stories illustrated by JustPaul.

Titz and Punishment – Major Titz is secured to the top of a submersible and taken for a joyride by Corporal Punishment. How long can she hold her breath? And how long will the wicked corporal enjoy punishing her superior officer? (23 pages; 15 renders)

It Happened at Midnight – Ray meets Rita after midnight in an indoor motel pool. At first they swim back and forth past each other until they strike up a conversation and she starts flirting with him. Then they proceed to masturbate for each other underwater. Things soon become quite a bit more intimate. (44 pages; 11 renders)

JP Combo VI (2-9-20)

9004 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of new stories using illustrations by JustPaul.

Cave dive pact – Svana and Zaliki are female lovers with a strong aquaphile fetish. They love submerging each other and making each other bubble. They agree to rent a boat out to freedive some caves. But how far will their enthusiasms take them? (17 pages; 13 renders)

Roman Temple – Villania uses her feminine wiles to get what she wants. She gets permission to go inside a flooded Roman Temple under false pretenses for the purpose of discovering what property she can purloin. She encounters a generously proportioned white marble statue that seems to magically develop an erection. Will she allow her lusts to get the better of her? (11 pages; 11 renders)

Gunboat Quake – Deanna is searching for her sister Diane who disappeared off the coast of Cuba (See Diane’s Cuban Crisis – JP Combo IV). Her investigation leads her to a sunken gunboat. But an undersea quake traps her inside. Will she be able to escape before she runs out of breath? (12 pages; 18 renders)

Victoria’s secret (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 2-9-20)

23042 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposting of an older underwater story plus four more chapters of the re-edited Club story.

Victoria’s secret – Victoria knows about Mrs. Stinson and her lesbian affair with another high school student. Increase her lifeguard hours and she’ll say nothing. But can Mrs. Stinson take that chance? A plan is hatched to deal with Victoria in the dive pool using her high school lover in scuba gear. (12 pages)

My visit to the Club 9-12 – Alison describes how she took charge of her situation by whoring herself out on her own terms. She also discusses what happened to Raven when Keith got her into the chair onstage. Then Diane is returned to Walter who ends up riding the chair and getting the current. From there Frank intercepts Alison for being idle too long and plays poker with Rick. He wins Alison and takes her to a room where she’s put in another chair with current. She must watch a video of her mother whoring herself out before admitting to some very dark fantasies. (27 pages)

A Mother’s Love (reactivated 2-18-20)

34812 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted collection of stories I wrote about daughters and the mothers who love them in special ways. You get the originally written trio in one bundle at a great price.

Deidra – (written in 4 parts) After a pool party at their home, a tipsy Denise and her equally tipsy daughter Deidra become more than a little friendly while trying to remove debris from the pool. They must pull out a large fishing net decoration and have to be careful lest they become accidentally entangled. (19 pages)

Lindsay – (written in 2 parts) When Lindsay cannot seem to make herself orgasm, her mother joins her in the pool in an attempt to assist her. (18 pages)

Lourdes – (written in 2 parts) Lourdes tries to get her mom to kiss her while they are snorkeling near a reef in the Mediterranean. But when a shark comes between them and the boat, her mother must choose between her daughter running out of air or ending up as a shark buffet. In part 2 her mother goes down in scuba gear with her female partner to release some sexual tension. Lourdes swims down unannounced and catches them in the act, causing her mother to give her curious daughter a lesson in feminine love and domination.  (27 pages)

JQpublic Bundle 3 (reactivated 2-18-20)

36664 words – $7.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of reposted stories written for JQpublic. One is a fanfiction involving celebrities. Thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration to this bundle.

The Tulum Caverns Incident – A family of daughters travels to the Yucatan Peninsula to visit the Tulum Caverns. An earthquake blocks their return path, and they must journey back out involving long, underwater swims. Who will survive? (54 pages)

An unfortunate accident – Stacy loves to go swimming at the lake at an isolated cove. Recently she has discovered a submerged van at the bottom, and today is the day she intends to take her dive mask and go exploring. But someone else is down there in scuba gear who plans on using the van for nefarious purposes. (13 pages)

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Water Babies Part V 4.2 (9)

Posted on February 24, 2020 by riwa

Things start to wind down as husbands and wives come together. I see kissing and groping as though they are reconnecting. It makes me smile seeing them being affectionate with each other. But it also makes me think of Nora.

 Why can’t we seem to let go of whatever it is we’re feuding over? I see a closeness all around me that makes me sad we’ve been this way for so long. We have no intimacy anymore.

 There’s a loneliness that makes me glad these couples appear to genuinely love each other. Joyce and Tom come over to sit next to me. Maybe they see something in my expression.

 “We don’t want you to feel left out, James,” she says thoughtfully.

 “Oh not at all. It looks like you folks are simply renewing your closeness to each other. I don’t mind at all.”

 “That’s a good way of putting it,” Tom tells me. “After a lot of sexual activity, we usually come together to reconnect. In our case it’s a way of showing our love and appreciation for each other.”

 “Tom’s so thoughtful,” Joyce tells me as she hugs him. “Every time we participate in one of these sessions we come back together, only to feel closer than ever.”

 “I just love the look on her face when she’s being pleasured by another man. I’ve even picked up several pointers along the way to sweeten our own sexual communication.”

 “You should see it when he’s fucking another woman,” Joyce adds with a grin. “The look on her face as he pounds her hard? It still amazes me how much that turns me on!”

 “No more than watching your eyes roll as you take another man’s cock down your throat, honey. And when you’re screaming underwater in orgasm as another guy fucks the breath out of your lungs? That gets me every time.”

 “We’re actually kind of selfish about this, James,” she finishes with a smile. “It turns us both on so much that we can’t help coming back for more. Then when we’re off by ourselves? Gawd; those are the best!”

 “It’s still kind of new to me,” I confess. “But I can certainly see the appeal.”

 “What about you, James?” Tom asks. “What was it like seeing Nora pleasured underwater by someone else while she was tied to that pool ladder?”

 “I liked the fact she didn’t have any control,” I confess sheepishly. “Maybe it’s a little cruel streak that runs through me. It looked like she was enjoying herself despite not having any say in what was being done to her.”

 I pause for a moment as I remember that scene from earlier. Then I smile at them. “I still can’t get over the way you were fucking her with that toy while licking her nub, Joyce. That was absolutely incredible.”

 She smiles as though she’s a little embarrassed. “It was arousing as hell, James. Your wife can really cum up a storm when she’s properly motivated. Her being so helpless and unable to stop me from fucking her like that? I’m getting all turned on again just thinking about it!”

 “Last time when she came here without you I think she was a bit more reserved. She tried to stay more in control of things. Did you see it that way too, honey?”

 “I noticed that as well, Tom. She did like riding cock in the water. And she went under every now and then. But I don’t recall her doing all that much sucking. I’m not sure how many times I saw her orgasm, although I can only assume that she did.”

 “I think she’s cum more on this trip than the last time she was here with us.” Joyce nodded in agreement at her husband’s assessment.

 “I’ve certainly seen her cum more than I’m used to,” I tell them with a smile. “Maybe losing control allows her to concentrate on what’s being done to her.”

 “That’s a good thing,” Joyce declares with a smile. “James, I hope it brings out the best in Nora… for both your sakes.”

When Donna returns I see some sort of black hood in her hands. She’s also carrying some Velcro cuffs. I shiver as I start to wonder what the hell I’ve committed myself to.

“Having second thoughts?” Wilma asks, eyeing me as though she doubts I’m going to go through with this. “I can see it in your eyes. You’d prefer to hang onto control, wouldn’t you?”

“Well… yeah… kinda.”

She turns toward Donna and tells her, “That’s what I thought. It’s a nice idea. But I don’t think Nora’s ready for this.”

“I’ll do it,” Donna offers excitedly. “Losing control means I get to focus more on pleasure and orgasms. Being blind and bound makes the orgasms all the more intense.”

I’m really having second thoughts. But I can’t allow Donna to do something I’m not sure I want to do myself. “I guess I’ll do it,” I tell them as I wave her to bring the items over.

“Wow, Nora! You really sound enthusiastic.” Gene laughs mockingly. Ford and Donna chuckle as I blush.

“Are you sure about all this?” Wilma asks dubiously. She knows me all too well.

I hesitate a moment. Then I tell her, “I think I… I really want to do this.”

Gene laughs again. “I was wrong; she’s thrilled about this.” The others chuckle good-naturedly.

“You don’t have to, Nora. You know we don’t want to force you. We’re all friends here.”

“No, Wilma. I… I really want to give it a try.”

“You sound like you’re having reservations. You gave up control out in the big pool earlier. Maybe now you regret that.”

I wince as I consider the matter. Maybe Wilma is right about this. Maybe I don’t want to give up control.

Maybe I really don’t want to submit, either to them or to James. It occurs to me I’m going to have to take a chance and force myself. “You’re probably right,” I sigh wistfully. “I don’t know. But I’m going to do this anyway… I think. So let’s do this before I chicken out.”

Donna tries to be helpful. “You really don’t have to do this, Nora. We’re not going to push anyone into do anything they don’t want to do.”

I look around to see everyone looking at me expectantly. I don’t see condemnation in a single face. It reassures me despite the nervousness I feel.

I reach out my hand and tell Wilma, “Just give me the damned hood, ok?”

“So you’re willing to be put in your place?” my best friend asks warily.

Donna smiles as she says, “Only if there are orgasms involved.” Everyone laughs again.

Donna gets into the water with us. She and Wilma work to pull the hood down over my head. It totally cuts off my vision, making me stiffen in alarm.

It definitely feels claustrophobic. I feel a jolt of anxiety. I also experience a surge of erotic tingles.

I tell myself I’m doing this for my husband. No, I’m actually doing it for myself. If I push myself and go all the way then I’ll prove to myself I can do it. James will simply reap the rewards of my efforts if I play my cards right.

“She looks good,” Ford says with a chuckle as I blindly look all around. “It gives you that submissive look, Nora.”

“It’s definitely sexy,” Gene adds.

I can still hear; the guys’ comments reassure me. I can also breathe through my nose. But it’s worse than the blackened dive mask I wore in the pool.

“You want the cuffs now?” Donna asks carefully. Wilma answers, “I don’t think she’s willing to go that far.”

I turn toward her voice, but I can’t see a damned thing. “I’m willing,” I reply with a faint tremor in my voice. “It’s no big deal. James has cuffed me in the water before. So I kind of know what to expect.”

“Yeah, you told me that once before,” Wilma says as I feel her turn me around. “Still trying to exert a little control, are we?”

“No I’m not,” I lie

She takes my wrists and carefully pulls them behind my back. I feel her attach the soft cuffs with the Velcro straps. I realize I could probably get out of them anytime I want to. I have to make myself put that thought out of my head.

“Do you really want to go all the way with this, Nora?” Wilma sure sounds skeptical.

I hear Donna excitedly offer to take my place. “I’m so turned on right now imagining all the things we’re going to do to her. I’ll do it if you want to back out, Nora.”

“No, I’m in,” I respond bravely as my heart skips a beat. I do feel a growing arousal. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

“On the bright side, loss of control means you get to focus on all those juicy sensations of pleasure and orgasms; right, Nora?”

“Yeah, Donna; but Nora here really loves her control.” I can hear the smirk in Wilma’s voice as she adds, “There’s nothing wrong with that. I just don’t want her feeling uncomfortable or forced.”

“Can we just get on with it?” Now I feel a surge of stubbornness flare up within me.

“Does that mean I get to dunk you, Nora?”

“Whatever the hell you want, Wilma.” I think she’s loving this a little too much.

I let out a yelp as I’m forced head down into the water. I bubble out of my mouth and nose as Donna and Wilma grab my arms and pull them behind my back while I’m face down. Then I feel them apply the soft cuffs to my wrists.

“All the way, Nora,” I hear Wilma chuckle as my legs are pulled up and back toward my wrists. Then they start attaching cuffs to my ankles.

Oh crap! They must be using a hogtie ring to hook my wrists and ankles together! James used it on me in the hot tub once before.

I’ll admit that time it was a little erotic. But it was also scary as hell. Now it’s happening to me again.

In no time at all my wrists and ankles are secured together behind my back. I feel like a trussed up turkey as I float face down in the water. I grunt and bubble as I wriggle around. Why the hell did I agree to this??

Wilma pulls my head up. I gasp for breath as I tremble like mad. “Say ‘banana’ and I’ll set you free, Nora. Ask for a banana and you’re liable to get something entirely different.” I hear laughter at her words.

I nearly say the word. Then Wilma lets me go. I inhale right before I’m submerged.

I feel hands reach under and start groping and fondling my boobs. There’s nothing I can do about my situation now. But there’s a part of me that wants out of my hogtie in the worst way.

Wilma and the others wouldn’t dream of harming me. I could stop this right now. But something tells me if I do, it might all but signal the end of our time here. And I don’t want that… at least not yet.

This could go a long way in softening my attitude toward James. So I tell myself to calm down and enjoy it while it lasts. Besides, I can already feel those familiar erotic tingles in my quivering pussy.

My head is pulled up out of the water again and I gasp for breath. I blink my eyes, but I can’t see a thing. “Change your mind already?” Wilma taunts with a smirk in her voice. “I’ll be happy to remove the hood and cuffs if you want. All you have to do is say the word. Besides, we’ve got Donna here as a willing replacement. She’s really getting all turned on right now.”

I feel a stubborn streak rise up within me. Maybe it’s nothing more than jealousy someone else might get to enjoy what Wilma wants to do to me. “Hell no!” I blurt out. “Go ahead and do your worst.”

“You really mean that?”

I gulp as I swallow hard. Knowing Wilma, I might really be asking for it. I’m trembling as I tell her, “G-Go right ahead.”

She forces me right back down into the water. I grunt and bubble, wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Then I feel hands reach under to grope my boobs.

I hear Wilma’s voice up at the surface… “I think I’m going to enjoy this.” Then I feel her fingers work my nipples. I wriggle and bubble as another surge of excitement ripples through me.

I get pinched until I yip out a burst of bubbles. Then my head gets pulled back up. I come up gasping for breath again.

Wilma asks, “Are you quitting already? Go right ahead, Nora. Donna will gladly switch places if you wish. Or we can go and fetch Sandra if we need to. She loves being our submissive.”

A part of me is anxious. But her words trigger a defiant streak in me. I blurt out, “I can take it, Wilma.”

She laughs cruelly. Then I’m pushed back down. I bubble like crazy as I feel another surge of fear and arousal.

Hands return; this time I think Donna is helping her grope me. They’re enjoying this way too much. I find myself wondering what the guys are thinking.

My head gets pulled back up. Again I gasp for breath. At least she’s not keeping me down very long.

I hear Wilma ask, “Would you like to keep playing, Nora? Or do you want me to set you free? It’s strictly up to you.”

I hesitate as I think about it. I’m still struggling with it a little. Then I tell her, “I guess I’ll keep playing.”

“You guess?” she laughs.

I grab another quick breath as my heart beats fast. It’s a good thing too. She cruelly pushes my body underwater yet again.

My hands wriggle as my feet cock and curl in my hogtie. There’s still that element of fear and anxiety. But there’s also a sense of sexual arousal.

My head is pulled up and I gasp again for breath. “I’m really enjoying this,” Wilma whispers into my ear. She’s loud enough for everyone else to hear.

“I’ll vouch for that,” her husband Ford adds. “She’s definitely enjoying herself, Nora. I always thought she had it in her. I think she’s been wanting to do this to you for a long time now.”

I hear Wilma’s voice in my ear again. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to the guys in here? I see two erections needing some immediate attention. How’d you like to be our bondage slut for a while?”

“It would be a dream come true for Sandra,” Donna adds with a chuckle. “She’ll be jealous as hell once she finds out.”

I stiffen from a mixture of fear and excitement. What will it feel like to be used for their sexual pleasure? I find myself trembling with nervous anticipation.

I think back to Sandra being all tied up in the water. I remember what they did to her and how much she enjoyed it. Maybe a little “slut” practice would be good for me. It’s something I could do for my husband once we get back home.

At that moment it occurs to me James has never treated me like a slut. Of course I never really wanted him to. I guess I never thought of it as being appropriate.

The idea of him lusting after me has a certain appeal. Would he love having me act like a slut for him? I never really considered before.

“Well, Nora? What will it be? The bubbling slut, or the wife in control?”

I pause only a moment. Then I make my decision. “I’ll take ‘bubbling slut’ for $200, Wilma.”

I’m not sure what she’s going to do to me. But in the end I suspect I’m going to get some cock. That’s starting to appeal to me more than the anxiety I’m experiencing right now.

“Are you sure, Nora?”

“I’m sure, Wilma.”

“Works for me.” Then I hear her demand, “Somebody wanna get this slut a cock to keep her mouth busy?”

I’m suddenly pushed back down into the water. I writhe and bubble as another surge of erotic tingles flush through my body. Then I sense movement in the water.

A hard cock pushes its way against my lips. I’m hit by a more intense surge of erotic tingles. “Suck it, slut!” Wilma demands from the surface.

I dutifully open my mouth. Then I take it between my lips. It thrusts in and out, not going too deep.

I bubble as it hardens between my lips. I feel it twitch as I try to remember what I learned earlier. Focusing on sucking the cock in front of me helps me relax while holding my breath.

I still feel a little discomfort over having given up total control. Yet I still feel a sense that I have a say in the matter. It’s somewhat reassuring.

Being helpless means I don’t have to think about anything other than the sensations I’m experiencing.  Amazingly I’m turned on like you wouldn’t believe! I grunt and bubble as I suck on the cock in my mouth.

Damn! Is this why Sandra likes being submissive so much??

Tom and Joyce excuse themselves, asking if I’m going to be ok. I thank them as I tell them I should be heading off looking for Nora soon. Joyce says she’s probably with the others somewhere, no doubt enjoying a good fuck.

 They get out of the soaking tub and dry themselves off. They wrap themselves up in towels before heading inside. I look around to see whose left.

 Art and Irene Giddings are no longer out here with us. Bart and Laura Williams have also gone inside. Melvin and Sandra Levinson make out with each other off by themselves.

 They see me alone and come over to check up on me. Sandra gives me a kiss on the lips, thanking me for my participation. “No; thank you,” I reply with a smile.

 I tell her husband, “You have quite the wife.”

 “She loves fucking while holding her breath,” Melvin responds with a grin. “It’s such a turn-on seeing her with others. Gawd; I love her so much!”

 I smile in reply, only to be reminded of Nora again. I try not to let it show. But I can’t help it as my smile fades.

 I don’t want to rain on their parade. Perhaps it’s best not to sit around and get all down in the dumps. “I suppose I’d better go look for Nora,” I say as I stand up.

 “We were just getting out ourselves,” Sandra says as we all climb out of the water. It seems odd how none of us are affected by the nudity on display.

 Melvin and I fetch towels for Sandra. I dry myself off before wrapping mine around my waist. Then I gather my clothes.

 “Want any help finding Nora?”

 “Oh, she’s got to be around here somewhere, Melvin.”

 “The place is pretty big, James. We’ll tag along until you find her if you wish.”

 “That’s very kind of you, Sandra. You don’t have to, but you’re welcome to join me until I locate her. She’s probably back at the room… unless she’s off somewhere getting fucked like Joyce said.”

 “It was sexy as hell while she was cuffed to the ladder this afternoon, James.”

 “Yes it was, Sandra. That was quite unusual for my wife.”

 “It looked like she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter,” her husband observes. “But I didn’t see any signs of her complaining or motioning to be set free.”

 “That surprised me too, Melvin. I was sure she would have put a stop to it. Maybe it caught her by surprise. Or maybe she decided to go with it. Hell, maybe she actually enjoyed it.”

 “Maybe so,” Sandra says with a smile. “Anyway, it was erotic as hell. Of course you were a hell of a lot of fun in the pool today too, James.”

 “I’m so glad I made it fun for you.”

 “You sure as hell did.”

 We go inside where we check the kitchen and dining area. But she’s not in there eating a snack or anything else. I figure she’s probably back in our guest room.

 The Levinson’s stay with me as I head off to our room. They’re just being thoughtful, which I really appreciate. I’m glad my ongoing feud with Nora has not put a damper on things.

 “I hope we haven’t spoiled anything,” I tell them regretfully as we stroll down the hall. “I’ve had a blast. I just hope we haven’t soured things with you guys while we’ve been here.”

 “You’ve been great, James,” Sandra tells me. “Normally we don’t divide couples up like that. But you two seemed to split apart the moment you got here. We just sort of went with it.”

 “Well, I’m glad we didn’t offend you.”

 “Don’t worry. You didn’t.”

 We reach the guest room where I thank them for the escort. “She’s probably inside,” I motion with a gesture. “Thanks for a great evening.”

 “Thank YOU, James,” Sandra replies with a grin.

 I open the door and look inside. “Well what a surprise,” I say out loud, causing them both to stop and turn back toward me. “She’s not in our room. Where in the world could she be?”

 The cock pulls out and I’m lifted up for another breath where I gasp quietly. The hogtie gear is still in place. Then I hear Wilma smirk as she asks, “Still want to be our slut, Nora? I warn you I’m just getting started.”

“Ok,” I gasp, feeling a surge of helpless anxiety as well as a continuing arousal.

“Suck cock, slut!” and back down I go, bubbling as she pushes me under.

The same dick is pushed back against my lips. I open my mouth as once more I’m forced to suck it. That’s when someone submerges behind me.

I feel a mouth on my pussy, blowing bubbles into my quivering slit. It feels like soft, feminine lips. Is it Donna? Or is it Wilma? Does it matter?

I moan and bubble as I wriggle and squirm. I didn’t think I would enjoy any kind of female-on-female sex. But with all that’s happened today, I don’t know what to think.

I’m kept submerged, forced to suck cock as a tongue works my pussy over real good. I can’t see a damned thing, so I have to depend on my other senses. All I know is that tongue feels incredible as lips nibble on my swollen nub, triggering an even greater arousal.

Up I come, gasping for breath as I wriggle and moan. I hear the woman working my crotch come up to the surface as well. I assume it’s Donna as I wriggle around in my hogtie.

Strangely I’m beginning to feel more accepting of the situation I find myself in. I’m less inclined to want to be set free. “How about another cock to suck?” Wilma suggests with a wicked chuckle. Then she forces my head back under.

I bubble as a cock pushes against my lips, forcing me to open my mouth underwater. The size feels different. If I’m not sucking Ford then I must be sucking Gene.

As I work the cock with my tongue I feel a hand rub my crotch. I suspect it’s Donna again. I think Wilma is the one lifting me up and then submerging me.

Donna submerges, and I feel her tongue in my pussy again. I wriggle and squirm as I groan into the cock in my mouth. They’re really working me over good… and it feels incredible!

I’m finally pulled up for another breath of air. I hear Wilma say, “Do you like sucking cock underwater, slut?”

“Yes,” I pant as I try to nod my head.

It occurs to me I might undo all the progress I’ve made if I stop now. So I’m willing to keep going. After all, I’m trying to show Wilma I’m up for just about anything she wants to do to me.

“Slut!” she says as she pushes me back down. Once more a cock is pushed against my lips. And once more I take it into my mouth, doing my best to please the owner as Donna rubs and licks my slit underwater.

“Now where could she be?” I ask curiously. Actually I have two choices. I can wait in the room until she returns. Or I can go look for her.

 “Want us to help you find her?” Sandra offers with a smile.

 “As long as it’s no trouble.”

 “Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” Melvin assures me. “She must be off somewhere having fun. Right now I’m a little curious myself just to see what kind of trouble she might be getting herself into.”

 “Or who she might be fucking,” Sandra adds with a wink and a grin.

 We head down to that room with the observation window looking out into the pool. But the waters are quiet. She’s not out there.

 They lead me to a large room with tons of pillows. It looks like some sort of orgy room. But it’s empty as well.

 “She’s not in here,” Sandra observes, stating the obvious as she looks all around. “Maybe we should check the soaking pool, honey.”

 “Yeah, she might be there,” Melvin agrees.

 “Soaking pool?” I ask curiously. “You mean the one outside… the one we just came from?”

 “This one’s indoors, James,” Sandra replies. “…in case it rains, I suppose. It’s a big house.”

 “It sure is.”

 They lead me down a couple of halls to a glass door. Right away I can tell it’s in use. Inside I see Ford, Wilma, Gene and Donna.

 A third woman is submerged in the water with some sort of hood covering her head and face. She’s wearing what looks like hogtie gear on her wrists and ankles. It looks similar to what we have back home.

 Bubbles come up from where it looks like she’s sucking Gene’s cock underwater. But I can’t for the life of me identify who it might be. She does look vaguely familiar though.

 I shake my head as I tell them, “Nora’s not here either. Where else could she be? Is it possible she’s in a room somewhere with another couple?”

 “Gawd, that looks hot!” Sandra breathes excitedly as she stands there watching. “I wonder who they’ve got in there. Strange how none of the other husbands are in there with her.”

 “I wonder who Nora’s with,” Melvin muses thoughtfully as he looks inside. Then he makes the same observation.

 “You’re right, Sandra. I would think her husband would be right there watching her. She doesn’t look like any of the other…”

 His voice trails off just as his wife makes the connection. “Damn, James! That’s Nora in there!”

 “Are you sure?” I stare incredulously. I can’t believe it!

 They pull her head up and she gasps for breath. I hear Wilma tell her, “How about it, slut? You want more cock?”

 I hear the word “Yes” before the woman gasps for breath and is pushed back under. Bubbles come up as it looks like she goes right back to sucking cock underwater.

 What the hell?

 “Gawd!” Sandra gasps breathlessly. “That’s Nora, honey; I’m sure of it! Think we can go inside and watch?”

 “I don’t see why not,” Melvin replies enthusiastically

 I’m so stunned I don’t know what to say. They quietly open the door and the three of us slip inside. Wilma sees me in an instant.

 Immediately she brings a finger to her lips as though indicating we should all be quiet. I smile as I nod obediently. I want to stay out of the way of whatever is going on in here, especially when I see Donna grin at me as she hefts a toy in her hand.

 © 2018; 2019 (written Feb 12 ’18; ed. Aug 6 ’19 by riwa)

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Dorothy, Cupid and Valentine’s day 3.7 (7)

Posted on February 18, 2020 by riwa

For Valentine’s Day Mike Hunt and his girlfriend Sandy decided to do something special. They invited Dorothy over to spend the night. It was to be a special gift for Sandy.

Dorothy was certainly up for the evening. She’d always wanted a crack at Sandy’s Mike. She figured an erotic threesome would make for a perfect way to spend Valentine’s night.

The drinks flowed freely as the air became filled with the promise of a sexually exciting evening. Dorothy had worn something special for the occasion. When she undressed she had on a pair of white, short shorts with a white top emblazoned with a red heart in the center of her chest. It meant she wanted to give herself “wholeheartedly” to them on this special evening.

Sandy got the idea to add something special. She brought out a red velvet blindfold for Dorothy to wear. Dottie eagerly put it on, anticipating the blind pleasures she was about to enjoy. Without her eyesight it meant her other senses would be greatly heightened.

She heard movement from the couple she was visiting. “What are you doing?” she asked excitedly.

“Just dressing up for the occasion,” she heard Sandy gasp excitedly.

“Actually, she means ‘dressing down’ for the occasion,” Mike corrected her as they both fully stripped. His girlfriend just moaned her excitement over the coming events of the evening.

Dorothy stood there with breathless anticipation. Her nipples were poking through her top. She was really looking forward to this.

In the background she heard music. An appropriate song was playing…

“Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow go
Straight to my lover’s heart for me, for me
Cupid please hear my cry
And let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover’s heart for me”

“An appropriate song, don’t you think?” Sandy asked her with a chuckle of amusement. They were close now. Sandy started touching Dorothy’s body all over, feeling up her own pussy with growing excitement over the special evening they’d planned for their guest.

“It’s more than appropriate, love,” Dorothy replied. Then she felt Mike’s hands reach around from behind to grasp her breasts. She panted with excitement, looking forward to tasting the erection she could feel pushing up against her from behind.

“Let’s get this party started,” Sandy declared.

She spread Dottie’s legs apart. Then she dropped to her knees. Her hands grasped Dorothy’s sexy ass from behind as she kissed the tantalizing crotch that was now before her.

“Bloody hell!” Dorothy panted as Sandy kissed and caressed her all over. Her nipples protruded out of her top as a talented tongue began exploring her nether region. She’d anticipated a little girl-on-girl action this evening. But she was unprepared for the soft tongue that now began to lick pleasure onto her clenching slit.

Dorothy put her arms behind her head as she thrust her chest out. She moaned and whimpered as Sandy feasted on her flowing juices. “Bloody hell, love! What are you doing to me?”

“I’m getting you primed for the main event,” Mike’s girlfriend purred seductively.

Dorothy could not believe how wonderful it felt. The sexy bitch between her legs had such a talented tongue! She couldn’t remember the last time someone had licked such pleasure into her dripping slit like this.

Sandy moaned into her muff as she continued to feast. Dorothy felt hands appreciatively pawing her bum. At this rate she was liable to cum before Mike could even join the party.

“Looks sexy, you two,” she heard him say from somewhere across the room.

“She’s going to make me cum, love!” Dorothy exclaimed, tipping her head back and thrusting her chest outward.

“Oh, you’re going to cum all right,” Sandy purred before diving back in to lick and slurp.

Sandy was playing the part of Eros in their little evening play, licking and kissing Dottie all over. Her boyfriend Mike would be playing the part of Cupid. “Here it comes,” he told them with excitement in his voice.

“Let me have it!” Dorothy gasped. She figured his cock was about to make an entrance now. She was so excited she could hardly stand it.

The song was still playing in the background… “Cupid… draw back your bow… and let… your arrow go… straight to my lover’s heart for me… for me…” That’s when Dorothy heard something whiz through the air.

Something sharp suddenly penetrated her chest, right through the red heart in the middle of her top. Dorothy felt it emerge out through her back. She let out a cry of surprise as the song continued… “Cupid please hear my cry… And let your arrow fly… Straight to my lover’s heart for me”

Sandy never paused when the arrow hit. She felt Dorothy shudder, but she didn’t even stop. She just kept on licking until her tongue penetrated deep into Dottie’s dripping slit.

Dorothy gasped with a painful “Auuugghhh!” as it swelled within her. A moment later she was cumming like she’d never cum before. She’d been pierced by something sharp… and now she was cumming!

Surely Sandy had heard it, right? Why was she still licking without seeing to whatever had happened to her?? The sharp pain in her chest was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

There was no change in the sensual assault she was receiving. Sandy’s tongue continued to poke and probe as her lips nibbled on her swollen nub. If anything Dorothy was tongue-fucked even harder after whatever had penetrated her chest.

“S-Sandy? Something’s w-wrong!”

‘Nothing’s wrong, darling,” Mike’s girlfriend purred at her, momentarily pausing from her feast. “In fact everything is just perfect.” Then she moaned as she went back to feasting, hungrily working overtime with her mouth as she licked, sucked and slurped.

“But I… I think… I think I’m shot!”

Dorothy started blindly feeling around until she found something out of place. She felt a shaft protruding out of her chest. What the hell was this doing here??

“S-Sandy? What’s happened to me??”

“’Cupid drew back his bow and let his arrow go straight through his lover’s heart, darling’.” Then she went back to slurping and tongue-fucking the tasty treat before her.

Dorothy was astonished. “Arrow? I’ve been shot with an ARROW??”

“Mmmmmmm!”

Sandy moaned excitedly as she hungrily slurped. Dorothy was incredulous. Had Mike truly shot her with an arrow??

“You SHOT ME??” But now Sandy had paused and was singing the words… “’Straight to… my lover’s heart… for me… he shot her for meeeee…” Then she began tongue-fucking the astonished woman’s wet, dripping pussy with savage fury.

Dottie felt herself starting to weaken. She began to bend over backward, struggling to keep herself upright. The arrow in her chest was stealing away her energy, her ability to remain standing. Sandy just held on tightly, helping her remain upright as she kept moaning and munching.

Dorothy let out a cry that was part pain and part pleasure. That’s when the full realization of what had been done to her finally hit home. She shuddered hard in orgasm, even as she could feel her life’s blood flowing out of the wound in her back.

Sandy moaned at the sound of Dottie orgasming. It sent erotic shivers flowing through her. She had a cum of her own as she tasted Dorothy’s flowing juices.

Dorothy couldn’t believe it! She’d actually been shot with an arrow, right through the center of her chest!! She could feel both ends sticking out front and back.

Sandy was still between her legs. Dorothy felt her bum being grasped with strong hands. The bitch was still muff-diving while holding her upright.

The song had stopped playing. A romantic instrumental was quietly playing in the background. But Sandy was still humming the words of the last song as she continued to feast… “’Straight to… my lover’s heart… for me… he shot her for meeeee…”

Dorothy went over further backwards. But she was still being held upright. The pain in her chest blended with the pleasure in her crotch until she was cumming again, letting out a guttural “Auugghh!”

Sandy was slurping while moaning, “Into the afterlife, my darling…. Orgasm your way down into the depths of the afterlife.” Then she was humming that song again… “’…straight to… my lover’s heart for me… he shot her for meeeee…’”

Dorothy began to gurgle up blood. The wound in her chest leaked crimson. Sandy hungrily chowed down on the quivering, spasming pussy while murmuring, “Yes, darling. Feel yourself awash in a sea of pain and pleasure as you depart this world.”

Dorothy felt her legs weakening. It hurt like hell. But now she was cumming and cumming.

Sandy kept feasting as she murmured, “Oh, darling… your death cum is so heavenly… the way you’re giving yourself to me… dying for my pleasure? Can you see the other side? Here, let me help send you over.”

Sandy held on tight, keeping Dorothy from falling over backwards. The impaled woman was now gurgling and spasming in her death throes. Blood bubbled up into her mouth as she went into convulsions.

“Cum for me as you die, my darling. Cum for me as you die… ’straight to… my lover’s heart… for me… he shot her for meeeee…’”

Dorothy couldn’t stop cumming. She was orgasming again, orgasming as consciousness began spiraling away. A moment later Sandy was cumming again.

Mike came over, suffering from a painful erection. But Sandy couldn’t stop feasting. Dottie was in her death throes, bucking and shuddering while Sandy was cumming again… cumming and purring, “’Straight to… my lover’s heart… for me… he shot her for meeeee…’”

“Darling?” Mike asked, badly in need of a release.

“Just a moment, my love. Just making sure to send her into the afterlife while orgasming her way into oblivion. ‘Shot through the heart… and you’re to blame. Darling, you give love a bad name… Cupid draw back your bow… and let your arrow go straight to my lover’s heart for me, for me…’”

“Darling? I’m really hard here.”

“She’s almost gone, Mike. Give us a moment?”

All life bled out of Dorothy’s spasming form. Sandy had one last delicious taste. “You’re all done, darling. Have a good trip.” Then she let her go. Dottie started to pitch over backward, no longer being supported.

She felt to the floor with a loud thump. But Sandy no longer cared. Now she had someone else to attend to.

She turned to her boyfriend and knelt upright. “Cum on me, Mike! Cum all over me!”

He stood there stroking, his girlfriend’s gorgeous chest right there in full view. Sandy started singing again… “Straight to your lovers heart… for me… give your cum to meee…”

Mike needed no further urging. His cock went off, his cream spurting onto his girlfriend’s chest. Sandy got a little on her face, although most of it splattered her upper chest.

“Was shooting Dorothy that hot?” she gasped with delight.

“Seeing you feast on her clam with that arrow sticking out of her? Now THAT was hot!”

“She tasted wonderful, darling. I could feel her life ebbing away as she gave me her last orgasm. It was incredible… truly delicious! In fact, I think I’ve got to have more!”

“Then more you shall have,” he told her as he squeezed the last of his cream out onto her tits.

Mike picked up Dorothy and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her corpse out onto the bed. Sandy threw herself on top of her, mashing her cum-covered chest all over Dottie’s crotch.

She rubbed herself all over, smearing Mike’s cream onto Dorothy’s body. Then she began licking it off. Mike went around to Dorothy’s head where he tipped it back and thrust his cock between her lips.

Sandy threw herself into licking Mike’s cream off Dorothy’s body, especially out of her crotch, as he fucked her mouth. He thrust harder, causing Dottie’s naked body to rock. The movement almost made them think she was still alive, heightening their sense of arousal over the whole damned thing.

Sandy feasted on the dead muff as Mike took full advantage of Dorothy’s warm, willing lips. He shoved his cock all the way in. She seemed to have no trouble with it totally filling her mouth and going down her throat.

Afterwards the sadistic couple changed places. Mike thrust his cock deep up Dorothy’s twat. Sandy crouched on her face, eagerly grinding her pussy against the dead woman’s lips.

Sandy groped and fondled Dottie’s still warm mounds. She couldn’t help reverently caressing the shaft still sticking out of her chest. Then she began singing that song again… “’Cupid, draw back your bow… and let your arrow go… straight to my lover’s heart for me… he shot her for meeee…’”

Mike grinned at her as he leaned forward. They kissed each other, the shaft of the arrow pressed between them. They ended up enjoying Dorothy’s corpse all through the night.

2019 (written May 15 ’19 by riwa)

(Story idea and renders by C. Mike Hunt.)

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Betty/The Overlook 4.4 (10)

Posted on February 12, 2020 by riwa

Betty

Betty felt a sense of sadness over what she was considering. Then she forced herself to put it out of the back of her mind. She’d already made her decision. The question now was one of location.

She wasn’t sure where she wanted to do it. It was hard to find a place that seemed appropriate. She finally went to her bedroom, figuring it was the most intimate room in the house.

The first thing that caught her attention was the mirror on the wall. She stared at it as though hypnotized. What would it be like if she could watch herself?

She looked upwards until she found something in the ceiling that might work. She went and fetched the rope she’d acquired for her task. She formed one end into a noose, glancing from time to time at the mirror.

The more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her. Soon she had the noose ready. She got a chair and stood upon it in the bedroom, stringing the rope up in the ceiling and making sure it would hold before bringing the coil down.

There was no longer any sadness. Replacing it was a sense of nervous anticipation. Betty could feel herself becoming strangely excited.

She made sure the chair was directly beneath the noose, checking the height. Then she began to undress. She wanted to do this naked.

She folded her dress and undergarments upon the bed. There was no deed to put them away. In a few minutes it would not matter anymore.

She went over to the mirror and began examining herself. She lifted her arms, admiring her form. There was still beauty there. She was going to make a nice looking corpse.

She caught sight of the noose reflected in the mirror. She gasped quietly as she started to tremble. Her pussy moistened as her nipples hardened.

She turned and looked at the coil dangling above the chair. Then she looked at the mirror. This would be perfect. She would actually be able to watch herself hang.

She took one last look. Then she sighed heavily. No need in delaying things any longer than was absolutely necessary.

She went over, grabbed the noose and pulled herself up onto the chair. Then she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It gave her a thrill knowing that attractive woman looking back at her was also going to hang herself.

She watched as the woman in the mirror reached up and grasped onto the noose above her head. She slowly looped it around her neck, gasping at the touch of the hemp upon her flesh. Betty looked at her reflection and saw the excitement displayed there.

Betty trembled as she started touching herself. The woman in the mirror matched her movements. It was incredibly exciting watching that naked individual touch herself with the noose looped around her throat.

She panted for breath as she cupped her mounds. The woman in the mirror did the same, appearing quite pleased with the firmness of her mammaries. Betty watched the sexy bitch fondle and caress herself, turning her on even more.

The reflection reached down and began rubbing between her legs. Betty’s excitement intensified, the fear mostly gone now. In its place was a perverse excitement over what was to come.

She saw the woman in the mirror wink at her as she lewdly touched herself. It was if she was telling her, “Join me, Betty. Step off with me and we’ll dance together.” Betty’s excitement intensified.

Her heart beat fast as she watched the woman in the mirror hesitantly put a foot onto the edge of the chair. It looked as though she was about to flip it away behind her. Was she actually going to go through with it??

“Do it!” Betty told the mirror as she began to finger herself harder. “You have no idea what I’m feeling right now! Step off, you sexy bitch! I want to watch you hang!”

The woman slyly smiled back at her. Then she flipped the chair away. She hit the end of her rope at the exact same moment Betty did.

The reflection’s hands immediately came up, instinctively clawing at the rope around her neck. ‘No!’ Betty thought as she watched. ‘You must enjoy the experience! Here; let me show you!’

It took everything she had to bring her arms down. Betty began cupping her hard, firm breasts as she fingered her dripping slit. In the mirror she watched the woman do the exact same thing.

‘Yes… yes… now cum for me! We both know what a slut you are. How many men did you fuck trying to climb the ladder to success? Now be a slut for me in the noose!’

The reflection began to kick and struggle, her toes searching for solid footing. Instinctively she groped her boobs more aggressively. The more she tried to breathe, the more violent she fingered her wet pussy.

Betty matched her movements, thrilled over the way the naked bitch was masturbating while hanging for her. ‘You’re a whore!’ she mentally called out to the reflection in the mirror. “Now you can hang like one! Hang just for me!”

The reflection kicked harder. Then she threw her chest out as she started humping the air. Her face turned red as her breath was cut off.

Betty found herself cumming in the air at such a sexy sight. That whore in the noose was matching her movements exactly. They were unified in their dance of death.

The slut in the mirror jerked hard. Then she hung limp as she swayed back and forth. ‘That was perfect!’ Betty thought as she began to lose feeling in her extremities. ‘You can rest now. Here; I’ll rest with you.’

They both quivered as their toes fluttered. Arms hung at their sides as they stared at each other. When the reflection’s bladder gave way, Betty allowed hers to go as well.

‘You’re so sexy,” Betty thought tiredly as her vision started to dim around the edges. ‘That was one hell of a dance you put on. I hope mine was just as good.’

The reflection appeared to quiver. Betty could tell she was cumming again. She was pleased to feel a flush of warmth flow through her dying body at the exact same instant.

Both bladders gave way, Betty’s and the one reflected back to her in the mirror. Her tongue protruded out of her mouth. Her last thought was how wonderfully that whore in the mirror had hanged for her. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

Her naked body was found the next morning by the landlord. He shook his head at such a waste. But he couldn’t help wondering about the enigmatic smile that graced the lovely face.

(May 22 ’19) (Inspired by the Quidam Martin manip)

The overlook

“Do you still want to go through with this?”

“Do you?”

“Sure… that is, if you still want to.”

“Well I still want to.”

“Ok then. Let’s do this.”

They began taking their clothes off. Then they strung up separate nooses from the sturdy branch above. At least they had a great view looking out over the water.

They paused to look at each other. She admired his physique, his lack of a beer belly. He admired her breasts even though they sagged a little.

“You look good,” she said with a smile.”

“So do you.”

“Thank you.”

They paused to look out over the water. A slight breeze ruffled the blades of grass. The water rippled as a robin chirped happily.

“You realize there’s no going back once we do this, right?”

“Are you trying to get out of this?”

“I’m just giving you a chance to back out if you want.”

“I have no intention of backing out. What about you?”

“I’m going through with it for sure. Why do you think I contacted you in that chat room?”

“Why do you think I told you about this place?”

“You certainly picked out a great spot to hang,” he said appreciatively. “I could have searched for years and I would never have come up with something as beautiful as this.”

“Thank you. I always did like this spot. I can’t imagine a more beautiful location in which to hang to death.”

They grasped hands as they looked at each other. He smiled bravely, causing her to smile back. He couldn’t help wondering if she really was serious or if she’d lured him out here just to watch him hang.

He took a look at his noose again as she looked at hers. Then he asked, “Are you sure about not using any cuffs?”

“Normally I would. But I don’t want anyone to think I was forced into doing this.”

“Handcuffs would have been easy enough to attach. You just bring your arms behind your back and then ‘click’.”

“True. But this way I can touch myself.”

“Do you really think you’ll be able to masturbate while the noose is choking you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe not. But I’d like to give it a try. What about you? Your cock isn’t hard yet.”

“Don’t worry. Once I loop the noose over my neck it’ll harden up in no time.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing that.”

There had been no sex between them. She thought it might spoil the eroticism of hanging together if they would have fucked each other first. She wanted the act of hanging together to be their “sex act” so to speak.

He reached up and grabbed his noose first, letting her know he was not about to back out now. Almost immediately his cock began to stir. The thought of hanging to death in mere moments was starting to get to him.

She smiled as she reached for hers. Her nipples hardened once she touched the coil. She couldn’t believe how much her pussy was dripping.

They glanced at each other, their hearts beating fast. Now it was getting serious. They both started to tremble upon realizing the moment was almost upon them.

He slowly began to loop the coil around his neck. She matched him movement for movement. Her breath caught in her throat at the intimacy of sharing this moment together.

His cock hardened considerably as he took his noose and pulled it snug around his neck. She did the same, their eyes locked on each other. They both panted for breath as their chests rose and fell.

They turned and looked out over the water. The robin ceased chirping until it seemed they could actually hear the wild beating of their hearts. Instinctively she reached out and took his hand.

“I’m glad you’re here with me. I like the idea of not hanging alone.”

“Me too.” But now his throat was dry. He needed a drink of water.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Then she squeezed his hand tightly. “Together?”

“Together,” he murmured in agreement.

She nodded as she got ready to step forward off the edge of the hill they were standing upon. But she couldn’t make her feet move. She gasped for breath as she turned and looked at him again.

“Count of three?” he suggested.

She nodded… “Count of three.” Then she inhaled deeply.

“One…” he said aloud, pausing to look at her. She took a deep breath and murmured, “Two…” Then time seemed to stand still.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Together they blurted out “Three!” Then they stepped forward, pushing off the hill with their right foot.

They lost the edge of the hill as they started to pitch forward. Instinctively they let go of each other. Then the noosse caught their full weight.

The branch creaked as they swung out over the water. Almost immediately their hands reached up to claw at their nooses. But it was too late.

His cock jumped as precum started dripping out of the tip. Her pussy throbbed as she dripped like crazy. They rasped for breath, struggling to loosen the ropes that were now constricting them.

His hands dropped first. It took every bit of willpower he had to keep from reaching back up. Then he began humping the air as his cock twitched and jumped.

She tried to let go of her rope. She managed to pull her right hand down. Then she started masturbating.

His hips thrust outward until his cock suddenly spurted out over the water He seemed to be fucking the air. Maybe his oxygen deprived brain thought he was somehow fucking her.

For a moment she regretted not having sex with him before their hanging. Then her knees came together. That’s when she found herself all caught up in the midst of an incredible orgasm.

Together they humped as their sexual organs responded from their breathless agony. Then their legs shot out until they tried to entangle each other. It sent them spinning and swaying as they bounced off each other.

They hitched and gyrated as internal organs started shutting down. Then their arms hung at their sides as they gently humped and twisted. Her bladder released as she pissed into the water below. His cock softened several seconds later until he too pissed himself.

They gently swayed back and forth, occasional muscles twitching. Their feet curled as their fingers twitched. Stray muscles spasmed in arms and legs as they shuddered themselves into mutual oblivion. Then they twisted in place as they gently swung back and forth.

(Jun 7 ’19) (Inspired by the Quidam Martin manip)

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Drowning at the Hidden Facility 4 (8)

Posted on February 6, 2020 by riwa

Mike went to the containment room and unlocked the door. The woman were all sitting on bunks and benches. “Welcome to the Hidden Facility ladies. You’ve all been brought here to be executed, although I suppose ‘snuffed’ is the more appropriate term here. Today you’ll all be drowning. So dry those tears. At least you’ll die clean.”

“You can’t drown us!” a redhead named Sandy protested. “You can’t bring us here just to drown us!”

“Well, you’re here and you’re drowning, so that’s it.”

“Isn’t there any way out of this?”

“Well, I suppose I could use a little help. Does anyone here know how to use scuba gear?”

“I do!” Sandy gasped, figuring she could learn on the fly if it would spare her life. “Please; I’ll do anything!”

“All right, you’re in scuba gear. Anyone else want to help me?” They all raised their hands.

“I’ll help you drown them if you’ll spare my life!”

Mike looked at the young woman with her hair tied off on both sides of her head who had just spoken. “All right, you’re in. You two come with me. You other three might as well wait here and get ready to meet your maker. We’ll be back for you in a few minutes.”

The remaining women sat back down on their bunks to consider the time they had left. Dorothy the blonde didn’t know whether to be frightened or aroused since she’d always had a fantasy of drowning. Consuela in the jet black hair was terrified and started to cry. Daria with the short, red hair just sat there numbly, wondering how she’d gotten herself into this as all five had been snatched one by one off the streets.

—

Mike poured drinks to toast his two helpers. “Do a good job, ladies, and I might keep you around for future drownings.”

“I’m really excited about helping you snuff those bitches.” Judy tried to sound excited despite her anxiety. She was just happy he’d picked her out and was willing to do anything it took to stay alive.

“What about me?” Sandy asked, the more pragmatic of the two. She wasn’t sure either of them were going to be allowed to live. But she had to try.

“Scuba gear’s out by the tank. I’ll need you to move the bodies aside once they hit the water. There’ll be three drownings using the platform. They’ll need to be moved out of the way once they’re in the water. Show me how enthusiastic you are and maybe I’ll keep you around a little while longer. Try to escape and we’ll impale you and leave your naked body outside to feed the buzzards.”

“Got it,” Sandy told him, gulping at the idea she could end up as buzzard meat if she didn’t comply. Then she headed off to get ready.

—

Consuela was first since she was a crier. Her left foot was encased in a cement compound just heavy enough to keep her on the bottom. Then Mike and Judy worked her out to the end of the platform, Mike in his birthday suit and Judy in a revealing black one-piece.

Consuela let out a wail of grief. “Please don’t drown me!”

Mike told Judy, “Would you drown this bitch for me? I’m getting tired of her incessant whining.”

“Gladly,” she replied with a smirk, trying to get into her role. A push of a button on the remote Mike had given her and the hinged platform gave way.

Consuela let out a cry as she plummeted to the bottom. Almost immediately she began spasming and convulsing as she lost her breath. It took no time at all until she was hitching and gurgling, coughing up bubbles as she drowned.

Down below in scuba gear Sandy quickly swam in and moved her off to one side. She could see the problem dropping three bodies straight down. They would fall on top of each other, and she assumed that’s not what Mike wanted. He wanted to look down and watch each one drown in a nice, sexy collection.

Consuela’s dark hair swirled as Sandy worked her over out of the way. “I’ll get back to you in a bit, honey, just as soon as he drops the second one.” Then she drifted back out of the way to wait and watch.

Up at the surface Daria had been sitting in a chair with her foot in hardening cement waiting her turn. She’d watched Consuela get dropped into the water and had nearly fainted. Now Judy slowly worked her out to the end of the walkway to the waiting trap.

At the same time, Mike went and got Dorothy. Her sunset colored bikini revealed erect nipples from a perverse arousal. He liked her already.

He sat her down and put her foot in a wooden bucket. Then he poured the cement. Afterwards he left her there, telling her, “I’ll be back for you in a minute, hun.”

“Take your time,” she gasped breathlessly, seeing how hard his cock had become. She was definitely afraid of losing her life. But she was becoming more aroused than she’d anticipated. As a compromise she was hoping for one last mouthful of cum before she had to drown.

Mike went out to join Judy and Daria. Judy had worked the condemned woman out on top of the trap. There was movement underwater as Sandy worked to make sure Consuela would be well out of the way for the next one to join her.

“So what do you think? Judy asked hopefully as she turned to Mike. “I managed to get her out here all by myself.”

“Well done,” Mike told her. Daria just looked down at the water before begging for her life.

Judy told her, “Don’t you know you should drown with dignity, bitch?” She wanted to give Mike a good impression so he would spare her.

“Please! I don’t want to drown!”

It’s ok, honey,” Judy said as she reached around and groped her mounds through her white garment. “I can feel how hard your nipples are. You’re a little excited so I know you’re going to love this. I know Mike sure is.”

“Please! I can’t swim!”

That’s the best part about it!” Judy told her as she continued rubbing her tits. “You’re not going for a swim. You’re just going straight to the bottom to drown!”

“No! Please!”

“Take a really big breath,” Judy told her. “Then hold it for as long as you can. Mike here wants a much better show that what that last bitch gave him, ok? Show him you can give him a really good drowning performance.”

Back on the chair Dorothy watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as the cement hardened around her foot. So this was really going to happen, eh? Mike certainly looked like he was getting quite an erection watching the drownings. Somehow that turned her on despite her growing anxiety.

“Can I do this one too, Mike?” Judy wanted to show him how important it was to keep her around awhile.

“Help yourself,” he said as he handed her the remote. Judy eagerly pushed the button.

Daria started to scream as the trap gave way. At the last second she grabbed a big breath. It was purely instinctive.

The moment she hit the bottom she almost freaked out at the sight of a drowned Consuela. The poor woman had a look of horror frozen in her features. She had obviously drowned painfully.

The traitorous bitch Sandy was down there in scuba gear. It looked like she hadn’t done a damn thing for Consuela. It made Daria wonder if Sandy had secretly been in league with Mike this whole time.

The woman in scuba gear quickly realized she hadn’t moved the first one far enough out of the way. Mike had a third one coming down, that blonde named Dorothy. She needed to hurry and shift both bodies over. At least she would get to enjoy Daria taking longer to drown. Maybe if she really got into it Mike might spare her life and take her on as a snuff partner.

Sandy began shifting both women over out of the way, making room for Dorothy. She was almost certain that naïve bitch Judy up at the surface would soon be joining them. But it was probably best not to think about that since Mike might want to drown her too before all was said and done.

Daria tried to get her attention, motioning at the regulator in her mouth while begging for some air. But Sandy would have none of that. Mike wanted the bitch to drown, so drown was what she was going to do.

She worked to make sure both bodies would be out of the way to make room for Dorothy. Daria kept grunting and bubbling. Her white outfit had become transparent, allowing Sandy to see the red bikini behind it. Erect nipples tried to force their way out of the material.

Sandy found herself becoming more and more aroused. So this was what Mike liked to do to his women, eh? Perhaps she really could get into helping him drown sexy bitches! She could certainly see the arousal factor in the whole sordid affair.

Daria couldn’t believe it as her lungs burned intensely. The bitch could offer her air to help her stay alive any time she wanted. But the woman acted like she wasn’t the least bit interested.

There was a look in Sandy’s eyes, a look of murderous enthusiasm. Had she totally succumbed to being that bastard’s snuff-puppet, helping him drown them all?? It made Daria bow her head in horror as she struggled in vain to pull her foot out of the heavy cement.

She lost a few bubbles as her stomach rippled, her lungs heaving insistently. It wouldn’t be much longer before they gave out and she lost her breath. How badly was it going to hurt?

As Sandy looked at the drowned woman and the about-to-drown bitch, she thought about what Mike would enjoy the most. It occurred to her he might love to see the ladies in their best attire. So she decided to remove their garments.

It didn’t bother her at all pulling their outfits off. She liked playing with nude bodies. Maybe Mike would notice her enthusiasm and would want to keep her around awhile.

She got Consuela out of most of her attire. Naturally she left the nylons in place as one foot was encased in cement. Then she worked on Daria as the poor girl began grunting up bubbles. It looked like she was really close to drowning. This one was going to be good!

It was a huge turn-on undressing Daria while she was on the verge of drowning. The grunts, bubbles and cries for help were sexy as hell. The way the woman spasmed in her breathless agony was incredibly arousing.

Sandy became more turned on as she worked the top loose. Then Daria coughed up a mouthful of bubbles. She had to be so close now!

As the top drifted loose she noticed how erect the drowning woman’s nipples had become. She had noticed the same with Consuela. So there was something arousing about drowning after all. Well, Sandy was certainly turned on watching them bubble their last.

Sandy drifted back to watch to get a good view. That’s when Daria coughed up a huge lungful of air. She instinctively covered her mouth but it was too late and she started to drown.

It was sexy as hell the way she suffered and gurgled. The way she swallowed water as she tried to cover her mouth was incredibly erotic. It almost looked like she was cumming in the midst of her suffering.

Nest to her a naked Consuela swayed back and forth, her mouth open. There was something about the two of them naked that really turned her on. More and more Sandy found herself hoping Mike might keep her on to assist in future drownings.

Daria was still hitching as Sandy moved in. She knelt close and began fingering the drowning woman’s cunt. She could feel Daria’s pussy squeezing instinctively around her fingers.

Next to her Consuela looked like she was in the middle of an orgasm of her own. But the moment looked frozen in time. Drowned in the midst of cumming so hard must have been a horrific way to go. Deep down Sandy hoped the poor bitch had derived some small satisfaction out of her ordeal.

Up at the surface Judy gasped incredulously. It had been horrific to behold. The way Mike could watch them drown so easily seemed so… so callous and uncaring!

“So what do you think so far?” he asked her as he put a hand on her shoulder.

She knew the reply she needed to give if she wanted to live. “Uh, it was great!”

“You liked it too?”

“It was, uh… really exciting!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it too. Stay right here. I’ll go get Dorothy.”

He walked back to her sitting on the chair. It looked like the cement had pretty much hardened by now. But instead of taking the cement out of the bucket he decided to dump her in bucket and all.

He walked right up to her and smiled. “It’s your turn, Dorothy. Are you ready to drown?”

“Bloody hell!”

She was trembling from a perverse arousal. She’d already seen him drown two women without the slightest bit of remorse. That told her she could expect no mercy from him. Strangely it turned her on even more.

Her eyes settled on his erection. It was nice and hard. Clearly he was enjoying himself.

Dorothy licked her lips. Then she told him, “If I must drown, can I… can I…?

“Can you what?”

She didn’t say another word. Besides, he was close enough. Dorothy leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. If he was going to enjoy watching her drown, she wanted to give him a good show by going out with his cream on her lips.

He fucked her mouth until he stopped right before giving her his seed. Immediately she put up a protest. “Hey, what gives? I thought I was going to suck you dry!”

“Let’s get you out onto the platform first.”

She grudgingly let him work her out where Judy was waiting. She was left out on the trap in position. That’s when Judy saw Mike’s still erect member and decided to further ingratiate herself into his good graces.

She bent down and took his cock down her throat. After all, she really didn’t want to watch Dorothy drown. Besides, she wasn’t entirely convinced Mike wasn’t going to drown her anyway.

“Hey, what gives, love?” Dorothy asked in protest. “I was supposed to suck you dry!”

“No, you’re going to suck water now.” Then Mike activated the control to the platform.

Dorothy felt a jolt of eroticism as the trap dropped her. “YES; DROWN ME, LOVE!” Then she was on her way down as the excitement swelled inside her.

She let out a cry as she hit the water. At that moment Dorothy wet herself from fear and excitement. This was really going to happen. And at that moment she started to cum from her horrific excitement.

Mike watched with great enthusiasm as he forced his cock deep down Judy’s throat. Dorothy looked like she was really into it. This was one drowning he was particularly looking forward to.

Sandy the scuba diver moved right in the moment Dorothy bottomed out. She wanted Mike to enjoy watching the sexy bitch drown naked. So she quickly worked to remove the woman’s top as she grunted and bubbled.

Dorothy didn’t struggle or put up a fight. She didn’t even try to stop the bitch from removing her top. She figured it wouldn’t do any good as she was going to drown anyway.

The guy on the platform seemed to be all turned on at the prospect of watching her breathe her last. So Dorothy decided she was going to give him her best effort. After all, what else could she do? She was going to drown anyway.

Sandy reached out and groped Dorothy’s quivering mounds. It was sexy watching the bitch struggle to hold her breath. But soon that breath was going to burst out of those lungs.

It really turned Sandy on as she reached out and felt up the woman’s heaving chest. Dorothy’s boobs bounced from the agony of holding her breath. And her nipples were hard as little pebbles.

Seeing the two drowned women next to her nearly made her scream her breath away. That’s when it really settled in. Dorothy nearly climaxed as she realized she would soon be joining them with those incredible expressions on their faces.

Dorothy grunted as she instinctively tried to hold her breath a few seconds longer. Her body didn’t want to give in to the inevitable. She would have to go through the agony of trying to hold her breath before her lungs gave out. At least she was trying to give Mike up there one hell of a show.

Dorothy struggled to hold her breath as she instinctively fought to pull her foot out of the cement. But she was firmly stuck. She was really going to drown down here!

The excitement swelled within her as her lungs heaved, bubbles slipping out through her clenched lips. She was almost out of breath. Her lungs were going to open up at any moment.

All of the sudden she tipped her head back and coughed up bubbles. Then Dorothy started drowning painfully hard. That’s when she started cumming again.

Sandy couldn’t believe how erotic it was. She also couldn’t resist rubbing herself. Glancing upward, she hoped Mike could see her enjoyment of the drownings as well so he would want to keep her around awhile.

Dorothy went into painful convulsions. It hurt like hell. But there was a sensation of pleasure in her loins.

She saw Sandy getting off to her suffering. She was also dimly aware Mike was somewhere above her. Was he getting off on her drowning as well?

Her contractions forced most of the air out of her lungs until Dorothy began to settle down. She didn’t hitch near so much as her lungs flooded. Her top drifted nearby as Sandy had been too excited at her impending drowning to take it away.

Dorothy’s drowning was the one that did it. That’s when Mike erupted in Judy’s mouth. She groaned as she got his load.

She tried to swallow every last drop, figuring that should prove her devotion to him. She hoped it meant she wouldn’t have to drown. A quick glance down indicated Dorothy had drowned violently.

Down below the waters started to settle. “Take a look,” Mike told her. He had a look of satisfaction on his face.

Judy bent over and looked down, fearful of getting too close to the edge lest he push her off into the water. She half expected a shove in the back. She was relieved when it didn’t come.

“Three drowned, sexy bitches; am I right?”

“Three drowned, sexy bitches,” she repeated, trying to give him a smile.

“So what do you think, Judy?”

“V-very sexy,” she told him as he reached down and groped her. “I l-liked it a lot.”

“Do you really mean that?”

In response she reached back and kissed him. She hoped her actions would give her a stay of execution until she could find a way to escape. Somehow she had to find a way to get away from this madman.

At that moment she began to feel funny. She felt tired all over. She was starting to lose her ability to stand.

“Mike?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t… move my…” Then she collapsed onto the platform.

“You can’t move because that drink you ingested had something in it. I believe you’re suffering from what can be commonly referred to as a delayed reaction.”

“A delayed reaction, Mike? To what?” But a sense of horror was already beginning to settle over her.

“To your impending drowning, bitch.” Then he activated the control to the platform. The trap lowered until Judy rolled off the end into the water.

Her eyes were open in horror. The last thing she saw was his erection. Then the waters of the drowning tank swallowed her up.

Mike knelt down to watch. This one was going to be the icing on the cake. The bitch hadn’t suspected until the very last moment.

She wasn’t going to be able to hold her breath very long. Dorothy had given him the best drowning so far. But he was still going to enjoy this one.

Judy couldn’t hold her breath at all. Almost immediately she began hitching and gurgling as she sank to the bottom. She stared upward in shock, unable to process how easily she’d been tricked.

She got a glimpse of the three who’d drowned before her. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. Her breath bubbled freely out of her mouth as her lungs flooded. Now she was about to join the other three bitches down here on the bottom.

Judy couldn’t believe how painful it was. She drowned in agony, her body hitching as she gurgled up water and bubbles. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

Her chest felt like an elephant was sitting on it. Every fiber of her being felt like it was being raped by the invading liquid. She tried to scream again, but she couldn’t get her lips to move… couldn’t force sound out of her throat.

Sandy excitedly started to move in to play with the bodies. She was looking forward to removing that stupid bitch’s outfit and having fun with her down here. It served Judy right for being so young and naive.

At that moment she felt a great tiredness settle in on her. Sandy suddenly lost the regulator in her mouth. Almost immediately she inhaled as she began hitching and gurgling.

It was only then as her lungs were filling with water that she realized she’d been played. Her nipples hardened as she hitched and gurgled. Sandy was aware of a sense of pleasure in her loins as her lungs screamed at her.

Mike looked down on his handiwork. They were all drowned now. The two who’d helped him had no idea he was going to drown them as well. What he’d spiked their drinks with had worked perfectly, giving him the time necessary to accomplish what he’d set out to do.

But of all of them, the one that inspired him the most had been Dorothy. She hadn’t resisted or begged for her life. In fact she’s almost seemed eager to give him a good show.

And so she had. It certainly looked like she’d put on a good drowning performance for him. She’d willingly sucked his cock before being sent to her watery grave.

Of all five she’d seemed the most enthusiastic. Even now she was looking up at him with a vacant stare as though asking if he’d enjoyed her show. Stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. That’s when Mike decided of the five down at the bottom he would probably remember her drowning the most.

2019 (Feb 24 ’19)

(Inspired by C. Mike Hunt’s renders.)

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Nellie’s present for her Uncle Mikey 4.4 (13)

Posted on January 30, 2020 by riwa

Another story inspired by Mike Hunt renders.

Nellie had planned this for some time. What she was going to do was so exciting. Now she would get her Uncle Mikey’s attention for sure.

She’d been flirting with him for ages, desperately trying to seduce him. But thus far he’d rejected her advances. She blamed it on her age.

She’d just turned eighteen two weeks ago. Now she wanted to give her uncle a very special present. She had it all planned out.

She was sure he wouldn’t be able to resist once he came over and found her all ready to enjoy. She’d even dressed up in something sexy. Now he couldn’t say no to her.

She got the noose all set up in her bedroom. She brought in the stool from her father’s workshop. Her folks would be out of town until Sunday night. That left her Uncle Mikey free to come over to have some fun with her after what she was about to do for him.

She climbed up onto the stool. Then she carefully slipped the noose around her throat. Now she was ready for her Uncle Mikey to show up and enjoy what she had to offer him.

Up that high she realized she was not as steady as she thought she’d be. Her nylons were slippery on the surface of the stool. She had to be careful as she wanted to wait until her uncle arrived. He was due any minute now.

First she would put on a show for him. Then he would take her down and fuck her senseless. By the time her folks returned from their weekend trip she would be a woman.

She waited impatiently. When was Uncle Mikey going to arrive? She’d put in a call telling him she had something very important to show him.

She slipped again on the stool. It made her grab the rope so as not to slide off prematurely. She didn’t have plans to hang herself to death. She only had plans to put on a little show so Uncle Mikey would take her down and fuck her right afterwards. After seeing her dangle for a little while she was certain he would be hard and ready to finally put his dick inside her.

Nellie couldn’t believe how wet she’d become. This was really exciting. The feel of the rope around her neck gave her goosebumps.

She’d read stories how some girls orgasmed in the noose. She hoped she would do that for her Uncle Mikey. She was already wet and incredibly excited.

She thought she heard a vehicle drive up. Was Uncle Mikey finally here? She was so excited she could feel her arousal slither sensuously down her inner thigh.

She listened intently, waiting to hear the door open that meant he had walked inside. She’d left the door unlocked for him. He knew her parents were away. But she’d left a message saying it was really important that he come over to see her.

What was taking him so long? He wasn’t having second thoughts about coming in and being alone with her, was he? She certainly hoped not.

She really wanted to be dicked by her Uncle Mikey. She knew hanging was one of his fetishes. That’s why she’d set all this up: to turn him on so he would fuck her after watching her do a little air-dance.

She wanted to call out to him. What was taking him so long? She was becoming impatient.

The stool wobbled again. She tried to adjust her position. That’s when Nellie’s foot slipped.

The stool clattered away from beneath her as she dropped, the noose taking her full weight. Nellie gawked as she reached up for it. This wasn’t supposed to happen until Uncle Mikey was in her room so he could watch!

Her legs fluttered as she kicked and struggled. She could still get a little air. But the noose was tighter than she’d anticipated.

She tried to cry out, “Uncle Mikey?? *gawk* …better hurry… *gawk* …I need help!” Was he still out in his car in the driveway? What was taking so long??

She felt a warmth blossom down between her legs. Instinctively she put her hand down there and rubbed herself. It felt good.

Where the hell was Uncle Mikey?? He was missing out on all the fun! Besides, he had to get her down so they could fuck, right?

She rasped and gurgled as she kicked and struggled. The noose was slowly tightening. It was getting harder to breathe. But it was also bringing her pleasure down between her legs.

“Uncle *gawk* Mikey?? *gurgle* Help!” The noose was really getting tight now. She could feel herself breaking out in a sweat.

She hitched and gurgled. Wait; was that the front door? She tried to call out for her Uncle Mikey to hurry. But it was getting hard to force words out of her mouth.

She began to hump the air as her arms stretched forward. She wriggled like a dancer. But it wasn’t for her uncle’s benefit. It was purely reflexive as her body fought the constricting coil around her throat.

“Nellie? What are you doing?” It was her Uncle Mikey. He was standing behind her.

She tried to tell him to take her down. It was hurting too much, she could hardly breathe. This wasn’t working out quite the way she’d planned.

“Oh honey; did you do this for me? You’re so thoughtful. Let me go get something. I’ll be right back.”

She rasped air past her lips as she tried to speak, trying to tell him she wanted down now. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to hurt this bad.

Her uncle returned with a little step stool. “Ok, honey. I know you’ve been pressuring me to enjoy your sexy body. You’re eighteen now. So I guess it’s ok. Besides, I’m so turned on seeing you dangle from the noose like that.”

Her mind cried out for her Uncle Mikey to get her down. She wanted to dance for him and then fuck him. She hadn’t planned on going all the way for him?! She’d simply slipped prematurely off the stool is all!

There was nothing she could do as he removed all his clothes. He placed the stepping stool behind her and climbed on. Then he told her, “Honey, you’re so sweet. I can’t believe you did this all for me.”

She tried to shake her head, tried to explain it was all a big mistake. Then she felt him reach around and grope her mounds. It made her feel warm as her legs twitched while her arms jerked.

“Oh, honey. You have no idea what you’re doing to me. You look so sexy hanging like that.”

Nellie tried to tell him he didn’t understand. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But she couldn’t make her lips move.

It hurt so bad. But she couldn’t kick her legs anymore. She tried to lift her arms to reach for the noose around her throat. But her arms felt like lead weights.

“I had no idea you knew about my hanging fetish, honey. I think you’re going to catch your folks by surprise with this one. But I suppose I should enjoy you now that I’m here.”

He groped and fondled her as he developed an erection. He was sure she’d done this for his benefit. It wouldn’t be right if he didn’t take advantage of her generous offer now, would it?

Nellie was just conscious enough to feel him gently remove her outfit. He left her wearing her nylons. Then she felt him move behind her again.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move. She called out in her mind for her uncle to take her down so they could do this while she didn’t hurt so bad. But he didn’t seem to understand what she wanted or expected from him.

“Oh honey; you look so sexy. I’m really appreciative you went to all this trouble for me. How can I ever repay you? Well, you’ve been trying to seduce me all this time. So I think I know exactly what you want from me now.”

Nellie was dimly aware of him pushing his cock inside her. She jerked and twitched as he forced himself all the way inside. It was exactly what she’d wanted from him this whole time. But couldn’t he take her down first?? If he didn’t hurry and take her down it was going to be too late!

He started to thrust hard in and out of her. Nellie shook from each insertion of his dick into her wet, dripping orifice. But now it was getting hard to feel him inside her.

The pain was so intense… so overwhelming. She could hardly think straight anymore. A glob of her fluids squeezed out around the cock inside her to slither sensuously down her leg.

Mike grabbed her boobs as he fucked her from behind. “It feels so good, honey. But let’s try that ass of yours now, shall we? You’re not going to have need of it anymore after today, am I right? Let’s see how nice and tight you are.”

She barely felt it at all as he forced his cock up into her anal passage. A tear trickled down her cheek as she twitched and quivered. A moment later she felt that familiar warmth blossom inside her again. But it hurt too much to fully enjoy the experience.

“I love you for doing this, Nellie. It makes you so special to me. You feel nice and tight. Maybe we should have done this long ago. But I couldn’t make myself do it until you turned eighteen. You understand; right?”

“I know you just had a birthday. But it feels like you did all this as a special present just for me. I’m touched and flattered, honey; I really am. I promise never to forget it.”

It was a nice sentiment. But Nellie hadn’t heard a single word. She was spiraling away into oblivion.

She went into little hitches as a death rattle emanated from her throat. “Dying for me now; are you, honey? That’s so special of you.” Then the life flickered out of her eyes forever. She did not feel his cock empty itself inside her ass.

Mike couldn’t resist fucking her over and over again. He even fucked her pussy a second time. But he couldn’t resist enjoying that compliant ass of hers.

There was nothing but sporadic muscles twitches as stray nerve endings fired. He checked for a pulse, but there was none. That’s when her bladder released unexpectedly.

When Mike was satisfied he stepped back to look at her. Perhaps it wouldn’t look good if his sister and brother-in-law found her naked like that. So he proceeded to carefully dress her in the outfit she’d hanged herself in.

He found a nice breezy dress to put on her. Afterwards he gave her a nice, long look. He was getting hard again.

“Honey, I’d better leave before I strip you down and fuck you again. You look sexy as hell. I hope your folks appreciate the effort you went through for me. Thanks again, Nellie.”

2019 (written Jul 1 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by renders by C. Mike hunt.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4 (1)

Posted on January 27, 2020 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming February rewards

More of the Island of death row inmates. We’re getting close to the end, folks.
The fifth chapter to the club story A Night to Remember.
A pool drain peril
A story about the danger of cumming.
Drowning Emma C
The nightclub hanging
Repairing a guillotine
Writer’s block, an interesting script I wrote.
And anything else I might get the urge to post.

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

It’s a pain getting older. I believe I’m going to need bifocals or a special set of glasses for reading up close. I’ve been having issues with my eyes these past few months. I have some bad habits looking at a computer screen at night. It’s just a reminder how many years I look back on now and how I get to look forward to body parts getting old and breaking down. At least I get to look forward to continue writing for you, so long as I can still see the computer screen. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Amy’s British Cousin 2 (1-10-20)

11719 – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the second part of Amy’s visit with her British cousin. Included is another story inspired by a JustPaul clip.

Amy’s British Cousin 2 – Amy is unable to sleep as she tries to process the night’s events. She heads back out to the fountain pool and does a little experimenting. That’s when Neville shows up. Will he assist with her experimentation? And later, Amy and Ruby have a chat as to how this all got started. (27 pages; 16 renders)

Scuba Barracuda – A scuba diver is frequently annoyed by the presence of a swimmer who enjoys masturbating in a section of the dive pool. What will she do when the swimmer picks the wrong day to annoy her? That ankle sure looks tantalizing enough to give a good yank and pull her down. (12 pages; 15 render vidcaps)

A Daughter’s Desire (1-10-20)

14027 – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another older tale involving Kristen, your favorite teen in the water. A bonus story is included.

A daughter’s desire I – A two part chapter. Kristen comes home and decides to go for a swim. But she has these desires she likes to think about. Then her father comes home and finds her in the pool. Later her mother comes home and finds father and daughter enjoying the pool together. How will her mother react? Will her enthusiasms get the better of her? (16 pages)

A daughter’s desire II – Kristen enjoys a soak in the master bathroom. But she does not remain alone in it for long. How crowded might it become? And will her mother be the recipient of some bubbly revenge? (8 pages)

Crazed videographer – (Inspired by an AF clip and preview pictures) Jodi wants to do a photo shoot. But the videographer suggests they do it in the pool. Jodi has never learned how to swim. Will this turn out to be a bad idea? (15 pages)

Dear Diary 06 (plus bonus) (reactivated 1-10-20)

10925 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted continuation of the Dear Diary series plus an older “dry” story.

Dear Diary 6 – Kristen has been thinking about her brother(‘s cock) ever since the conclusion of the neighborhood pool party. Billy has also been reliving the memory of that same pool party over and over in his mind. The two meet out in the pool late at night for some pool fun. (14 pages)

The Penalty for a Forbidden Relationship – Karen is caught in a forbidden relationship with another female and Master has them both punished (hanged) for it. (7 pages)

Island 21-22 (1-10-20)

20770 words – $6.00

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

Island 21-22 – Eva and Karla are strapped to the same board and disciplined in the pool as Mike finishes Maggie’s session by toying with her sexually. Then all three undergo a breath-holding session together. If Eva and Karla can outlast Maggie, they will all be allowed to surface. Later, the loss of Yvonne hits Tamika hard. For a short time she resents Helen. But they learn the next contest will involve the loss of two inmates. So they resolve their differences and go on a wild spree, figuring they no longer have anything left to lose. (21 pages)

Jaime 26-27 – John, Jaime and Sylvia share an erotic shower together. Then John takes them back to the casino to look for a poker game. But when the masked girl shows up, John has her lead the entire poker table to a sex room so he can whore out his wife and next door neighbor while spending some quality time alone with the attendant. Later, the masked girl takes John outside and picks out a willing redhead in line. She takes her and John to a special room where Lidiya entices John to enjoy a flying fuck with the new girl. (19 pages)

Secret dive trip (plus bonus) (1-20-20)

12044 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older scuba stories recently edited.

Secret dive trip – 18 year old twin celebrities go out on a secret scuba diving trip to celebrate becoming adults away from the paparazzi. They are taken to a special location complete with reef and underwater shipwreck. But things are not what they seem as a hidden grudge rises to the surface. Contains three different endings. (20 pages)

AF’s The Net – Bridget and Will are planning a vacation to Jamaica. So they test out some scuba gear in his backyard pool. But Will’s wife does not take too kindly to his decision. So she tosses a net into the pool on top of her adulterous husband and his lover. (15 pages; 27 pictures/vidcaps)

Dear Diary 01 (plus bonus) (reactivated 1-20-20)

10956 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted first chapter of the Dear Diary series. It also contains two stories about Kylie who is having a very bad day.

Dear Diary 1 – Kristen tells her diary about the time she and her mother went over to a friend’s house to use the pool while her daddy is building them a new one for their back yard. Things get interesting as mother and daughter start having what Kristen calls “sexy underwater fun.” (8 pages)

Kylie’s terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad day – It is just not her day. First Kylie goes for a mud bath at the Spa, only to become “Mud-Packed” when she discovers she might have taken one too many muscle relaxants for her migraine. Then she has a little “Shower Shock” when the shower won’t drain properly. (12 pages)

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Wrong place, wrong time 2.6 (5)

Posted on January 24, 2020 by riwa

It was a chain of events initiated simply because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Emma should have known better. But one of her weaknesses was an insatiable curiosity.

Emma had a habit of sticking her nose in places where it was better to leave well enough alone. She did it mostly because it was the adrenaline rush she craved. This time she was going to pay dearly.

She was hiding behind a dumpster in her hippie-chick outfit and boots. Emma was checking out this silver Lexus. It seemed an old place to park a vehicle like that.

She was debating getting closer to take a look in the front seat when she heard someone behind her clear their throat. She jumped with a start, turning to see who it was. A man in a three piece leisure suit stood there threateningly, hefting a small brick in his hand.

“Lookin’ for something, are we? I’d say you found something, all right.”

He swung the brick in her direction. Before she could think to move, it caught her square in the side of the head, instantly putting her lights out. Emma crumpled to the ground unconscious.

He looked down at her in disgust before casually tossing the brick into the dumpster. “Now what the hell am I supposed to do with you?”

He shook his head as he popped the lid to the trunk of the Lexus. “Better take you with me, just to be on the safe side. That’ll give me enough time to figure out what the hell I should do with you.”

He bent down and picked up her petite, five foot form. Then he dumped her unceremoniously into the trunk before slamming the lid shut. “Stupid little busybody,” he muttered as he opened the door and got behind the wheel.

—

As he drove around town, he pondered what he should do with her. First, he had a quick stop to make. He had some important papers to pick up.

When he pulled up, he saw there were no parking spots available. So he decided to double-park. He wouldn’t be there long.

He left the engine running as he climbed out of the driver’s seat and went inside. A couple doors down, two drunken teenagers looked up from their perch on the basement steps. That’s when they saw the idling Lexus.

They didn’t say a word to each other as they were already thinking the same thing. Both leaped up and rushed over to the vehicle where they jumped inside. They drove off in triumph, giddy over their newly acquired possession.

The man came out of the door 30 seconds later, only to discover his idling Lexus was gone. Inwardly he cursed his stupidity. The car was gone, along with his catch.

He hadn’t considered the possibility there might be someone around who might have been tempted to steal his vehicle. Clearly it was a spur of the moment theft. That was ok as he could have it tracked down in mere minutes.

He pulled out his cell phone to report the theft, He was about to punch in the number when he hesitated. There was still the body of that hippie-chick in the trunk of his car to think about.

Was she dead or merely unconscious? If the car was found, she would be found as well. That would not work out well as it would no doubt lead to some very embarrassing questions.

He cursed his stupidity as he looked down the street in the direction his vehicle had probably gone. Then he called for a cab. With any luck, whoever had taken his car would deal with that nosey little chick in the trunk so he wouldn’t have to.

—

Emma awoke to the sensation of being bounced around in a pitch black environment. She could clearly make out the sound of a car engine. It sent a chill running down her spine.

She quickly deduced she was in the trunk of some vehicle. It was probably that Lexus she’d been snooping around. She vaguely remembered some guy coming at her with a brick.

She could hear the radio blaring. Emma heard the sound of male voices coming from the front seat. They seemed highly excited.

Their voices sounded more than a little slurred. They’d obviously been drinking. She was sure they were not the original owners of the vehicle she was now trapped inside.

Emma started hollering, trying to get their attention. “Hey… HEY! LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

In response, the car took a turn just a little too fast. It caused her body to roll around. She slammed into the back of the passenger seat with an “UUMPH”, momentarily knocking the wind out of her.

Emma groggily shook her head, trying to get her bearings. But it was pitch black in the trunk. She couldn’t see a thing.

The vehicle took another corner a little too fast. She was slammed around again. “HEY! KNOCK IT OFF UP THERE! LET ME OUT, OK? I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”

She could just make out the two males talking back and forth. They sounded like drunken teens. It was doubtful they could hear her past the roar of the engine along with the radio, much less the effects of the booze sloshing around killing their brain cells.

What happened to the man with the brick? How did these two clowns end up driving her around? What the hell was going on??

The only way she might be heard was if she could make some noise. So she rolled onto her back. Emma reached up and started beating on the trunk with her fists…

“LET ME OUT – LET ME OUT! YOU’RE GONNA BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!”

The immediate response was laughter as the car took another corner. Emma rolled around in the trunk. She thumped against the side with another “UUMPH!”

Emma struggled to get onto her back so she could try again. If she could just kick the hell out of something, surely that would get their attention. “Damned teens!” she muttered to herself.

The car swerved again, causing her to roll around some more. She struggled to return to lying on her back. She was about to start kicking again when she heard one of them holler “WATCH OUT!”

There was a crashing sound. Her body slammed around as the vehicle felt like it had gone through some sort of obstacle. Those two drunken morons had run through something and had wrecked the damn…

WHOA!

There was a brief feeling of being airborne. Then she heard a loud splash. That’s when the car suddenly started bobbing up and down.

She heard agitated voices. Both males sounded panicked. The engine was now off while the radio was still on. But she could clearly hear them…

“YOU FUCKING MORON! YOU DROVE US RIGHT INTO A FUCKING POOL! WE’VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!”

“WHERE ARE THE CONTROLS TO THE FUCKING WINDOWS??!!”

“FIND ‘EM, MAN!! WE GOTTA GET OUT – WE GOTTA GET OUT!”

There was a flurry of thumping and bumping. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere up in the front seat. Then Emma heard the unmistakable sound of water rushing into the vehicle.

At that moment she felt the front end start to point downward. “HEY!!” she cried out in alarm as a jolt of fearfully erotic tingles hit her hard. ”I’M BACK HERE – I’M BACK HERE! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Her panicked cries went unheeded as the teens struggled with problems of their own.

All of the sudden she felt water start to fill the trunk around her. It seemed to be coming from everywhere. It immediately presented a new threat.

Emma cried out even more as she started thrashing about. “GET ME OUT – GET ME OUT!” She even tried kicking against the side of the trunk. But it sounded like the guys were too busy trying to escape to pay any attention to unexpected thumps coming from the trunk.

All of the sudden there was a new sound. Water was rushing in through the sun roof. Emma felt the car lurch downward.

She heard the sound of bubbles hissing. The two teens cried out in alarm. It sounded like they were panicking up in the front seat… “I DON’T WANNA DROWN, MAN!”  “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

One of them suddenly mentioned something about the sunroof. For a moment Emma heard nothing but grunts from the front seat. Then their voices sounded further away as though they had somehow gotten outside the vehicle.

Emma rolled onto her back in the rapidly filling interior. She tried kicking the trunk like crazy… “LET ME OUT – LET ME OUT! I’M IN HERE – I’M IN HERE! DON’T LET ME DROWN IN HERE!”

She thought she heard voices… faint voices. She heard something about them getting the hell out of there. Then there was silence save for the sound of water flooding the interior of the Lexus she was trapped inside.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Emma screamed, kicking the trunk as hard as she could. Then her head slipped under the rising water. She bubbled and sputtered.

She lifted up her head and gasped for breath, coughing and whimpering. “HEY, OUT THERE! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I’M IN HERE – I’M IN HERE! THERE’S SOMEBODY IN THE TRUNK! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

She felt the vehicle lurch before starting to settle onto the bottom of the pool. That meant the car was fully submerged. She had to get out before the air in the trunk was gone!

More water rushed inside. If felt like it was coming in from everywhere. It was relentless, a vindictive spirit intent on drowning her.

Emma cried out in panic. Her heart pounded a mile a minute. She could feel fearfully erotic tingles surging wildly through her body.

She took a deep breath and then submerged onto her back. She lifted her legs up so she could kick the shit out of the lid of the trunk. Her best bet was to make enough noise to attract someone’s attention.

She had no idea where the vehicle was. Was anybody even close enough to hear her?? She could think of no other option.

Emma kicked like crazy, banging upon the lid with her booted feet. She bubbled in fright, trapped inside the trunk of a flooding car in total darkness. This was totally insane! How the hell had she ended up in such a crazy mess??

Her lungs heaved until she rose up, searching for some sort of air pocket. She found one close to the ceiling of her prison. Emma coughed and gasped, becoming more panicked in the darkness.

What alarmed her was how small the air pocket had become. The damned trunk was losing air fast. It was almost fully flooded!

Emma took another deep breath and then stretched out upon her back again. Then she kicked the lid of the trunk just as hard as she could. But the water slowed her motions, and the sounds were muffled.

Was there anyone topside? Did anyone hear her? Was she going to drown in the back of this damned Lexus?? Look what her curiosity had gotten her!

Her lungs heaved until she rose up to get another breath. But the pocket of air wasn’t there. Emma frantically felt around with her hands, trying to swallow the panic that wanted to envelope her.

She managed to find a spot of air. She pushed up with her lips, almost kissing the lid of the trunk. Gawd; her air was almost gone!

Emma grunted as she beat upon the trunk with her fists, her breath bubbling away. Then she stretched out upon her back one last time. That’s when she started kicking like crazy.

She had to hold her breath long enough to get someone’s attention. Rescuers had to be just outside, right? A few seconds more and she would be out of here!

Emma kicked hard until her legs became tired. Then her lungs started to burn. Instinctively she rose up inside the darkened trunk.

She frantically felt around for some sort of air pocket. But she couldn’t find anything. The panic returned as she bubbled like crazy…

Ohgawdohgawdohgawd…

Emma grunted in horror, shaking her head as she beat upon the lid of the trunk with her fists. Her lungs heaved insistently. All she could do was struggle to hold her breath.

There would be no source of air to draw from if she inhaled. Emma grunted in agony, whimpering anxiously as the approaching orgasm of fear swelled ominously inside her. GAWD! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE! I’M TRAPPED DOWN HERE!

She thought she heard faint voices. She could barely make out some sort of conversation up at the surface…

“Mom, can you believe this? I told you someday someone would run through that intersection and crash right through the wall into our pool!”

“Go call the cops, honey. Tell ‘em we got a car in our pool.”

“It’s a LEXUS, mom… a LEXUS! Just take a look at it! Can you believe it??”

“Honey, will you just go call the cops already?”

Emma screamed a froth of bubbles, her mind crying out, “I’M DOWN HERE – I’M DOWN HERE! DON’T LET ME DROWN!” She could feel the panic threatening to overwhelm her. It was so dark around her, the darkness of the grave.

Emma pounded upon the trunk with her fists. Then her lungs gave out. The petite young woman gurgled as her windpipe opened up.

Emma’s body reacted instinctively, her body thrashing about as her lungs tried to expel the killing liquid. She grunted and gurgled, weakly waving up at the lid of the trunk with her hands. Now she was all caught up in the throes of drowning.

Her body spasmed and convulsed. An unexpected orgasm hit her with devastating fury. She winced and bubbled as she kept gulping water while hitching and gurgling.

For a moment her body slowly drifted to float face up against the lid of the trunk. She hitched once more as her mouth opened and closed, trying one last time to inhale air instead of water. Then she shuddered with a bubbly sigh as she faded away, her flooded lungs causing her to settle onto the floor of the trunk.

—

The police finally arrived to investigate. They studied the wall as well as the astonishing sight of a silver Lexus resting at the bottom of a pool. A wrecker was soon called in to haul it out.

It wasn’t long until the neighborhood residents began to show up. It was quite the spectacle. Everyone wanted to gawk and laugh at someone’s stupidity of driving such a nice car through a brick wall into somebody’s backyard pool.

The car was pulled out while the owner was called to the scene. He was standing right there when somebody opened the trunk. The body of a petite young woman in some sort of hippie-chick garb lay on the floor of the trunk.

The owner of the car claimed it was stolen. He quickly pointed the blame in another direction. Fingerprints led to the two drunken joyriders who claimed ignorance about the body in the trunk. The owner was eventually charged for Emma’s unfortunate demise…

2012 (written May 16 ’12 by riwa)

(Inspired by a news story with accompanying photo used for illustration purposes.)

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After the wedding 4.3 (12)

Posted on January 18, 2020 by riwa

“This is the place, Maggie,” Bonnie told her. The ladies were all naked. They’d left their clothes behind back at the trail.

Maggie looked at the four nooses hanging from the tree. Was this really going to happen? Were these sexy bitches really going to hang for her??

“Damn, girls. Are you sure about this?”

“We told you we wanted to hang for you after the wedding, Maggie. You know we never go back on our word.”

Maggie looked at Giselle, giving the sexy blonde an appreciative eye. “I know what you said back at the wedding, girls. But I never really took it seriously.”

“Oh, didn’t you?” Deidre chided with a knowing smile. She went into a pose, her black hair hanging down past her shoulders as she told her, “We all saw that look on your face when we promised to hang for you. We know you want to watch us kick it up in the air.”

“Damn, Dee-Dee. I mean… you know I love to watch hangings and all…”

“…which is why we agreed to do this for you,” Beverly said with a grin, her brunette strands catching the light breeze.

“Damn, honey. I don’t know…”

“Oh yes you do,” Deidre told her. “We all can see how turned on you are right now.”

“Of course I’m turned on, bitches. Why wouldn’t I be, especially seeing those four nooses hanging right there?”

“You can’t wait to hang us, can you,” Bonnie smirked. Then she reached down and picked up one of four sets of handcuffs they’d left there when they’d set this up for their friend.

“We might as well get on with it. I’m first. So here’s my cuffs, Maggie. Cuff me, noose me up and then push me off the ledge into eternity.”

“Damn, Bonnie. I don’t know that I really want to hang you all.”

“That’s bullshit, Maggie,” Deidre told her. “We all know you want to hang us. We saw how excited you got witnessing that hanging at the Williamson reception last June. We were tempted to hang for your reception yesterday. But we decided a nice, private hanging out here in the great outdoors would be even better. That’s why we’re hanging for you and you alone.”

“I… I don’t… you bitches are so fucking sexy!”

“So hang me already!” Bonnie declared, turning her back to her with the cuffs in one hand behind her back.

“And don’t go all gentle on us,” Giselle added. “We know how hard it was to control yourself watching the Williamson wedding.”

Bonnie shook the cuffs behind her back. “Hurry up, already! Hang me before I change my mind!”

Maggie’s hands were trembling as she took the cuffs from her friend. She cuffed one wrist behind her back. Then she cuffed the other. Finally she grabbed one of the nooses and looped it around her neck.

Bonnie gasped and whimpered, her nipples hard and her pussy dripping. “Now hang her, Maggie,” Deidre urged.

“Hang the fucking slut!” Giselle added.

“Push her off and send her to hell!” Beverly encouraged.

“Hang me!” Bonnie blurted out, gasping excitedly. She was writhing like crazy, her heart beating fast. “Do it, Maggie!”

Maggie put a hand in her back and tentatively pushed her forward. Bonnie pitched forward off the ledge with a cry. The noose quickly took up her weight. Then she began to kick.

Her hands began jerking behind her back as she started to struggle. Her face took on a look of agony as she fought her noose. If she’d just changed her mind, it was much too late to back out now.

“Look at that bitch swing!” Deidre gasped as she groped her own tits.

“Fucking hell!” Giselle added.

“Look at her hang for you, Maggie!” Beverly added.

“Fuck,” Maggie breathed quietly, not sure how loudly she should be enjoying herself. “Damn, Bonnie. You look so fucking hot hanging like that.”

Beverly came up from behind her, reaching around and groping her mounds. Giselle was furiously rubbing herself. Deidre couldn’t believe how hot it was watching their friend swing for them.

The four of them watched Bonnie kick her life away. Her gyrations slowed as her convulsions lessened. Her rasps were silenced until she was hardly making any sound at all. All that could be heard was the creaking of the rope as she gently swung back and forth.

“I’m next,” Giselle said as she walked over to the pile of handcuffs. She picked one up and then walked over to a noose. Obediently she pulled her arms behind her back, holding the cuffs in one hand.

“Do her, Maggie!” Deidre urged. “Hang the fucking whore!”

“Yes, hang her!” Beverly encouraged.

This time it was easier for Maggie to cuff Giselle’s hands behind her back. It was also easier for her to loop the noose around her neck. Giselle looked at Bonnie’s dangling body and gasped for breath, sensing her moment was at hand.

“Now push her off,” Deidre urged.

“Hang the fucking slut!” Beverly added.

“Hang me!” Giselle agreed, writhing and whimpering as she too started having second thoughts.

“Hang, bitch!” Deidre urged. Maggie put a hand in her back and gave Giselle a shove. She was much less hesitant this time.

The blonde cried out as she pitched forward. For a moment she was afraid she was going to fall all the way down the mountainside. Then the noose pulled her up short.

Almost immediately she began to kick. Her arms jerked behind her back as her body fought to live. Instinctively she threw her chest out. Then she started humping the air.

“Fuck; she’s cumming!” Deidre gasped as she furiously fingered herself.

“So fucking hot!” Beverly agreed as she reached around and groped Maggie’s tits again from behind.

“Hang for me, you fucking whore!” Maggie panted. “Hang for me!” Now she was starting to get into it.

Giselle’s shapely legs kicked as she fought the noose. It hurt like hell. But as she twisted around she got a view of her three friends watching in awe as well as a heightened sexual arousal. It filled her with shameful pleasure the way they were enjoying her hanging despite the agony she was experiencing.

“Gawd, look at her hang!”

“Such a fucking whore!”

“Hang for me, you fucking bitch! I can’t believe how fucking hot you look dancing your life away for me! Fucking hell!”

“See, Maggie?” Beverly whispered into her ear from behind. “We knew you’d love it.”

Giselle kicked her life away until she exhausted herself. Then she hung limp, joining Bonnie’s naked corpse as both bodies gently swayed back and forth. Her bladder released, the final verdict of her gift to the friend whose wedding she’d participated in just the other day.

“Two down; two to go,” Deidre observed.

“I’m next!” Beverly gasped. “I can’t wait any longer.”

She went over and picked up one of the two remaining handcuffs. Then she presented it to Maggie. “Hang me, you sexy bitch!”

“I’m really looking forward to hanging you,” Maggie gasped as she spun her around.

She roughly cuffed Beverly’s arms behind her back. Then she reached out for a noose and looped it around her neck. Finally she reached down and fingered the trembling woman’s slit.

“You’re wet, aren’t you? Are you gonna cum for me in the noose?”

Beverly’s mouth was dry. She could only nod; she was so excited. Her pussy was wet and dripping, the fear and excitement so intense that she was sure she was going to explode.

“Come for me and die, you fucking whore!” Then Maggie shoved her hard off the ledge. This time there was no hesitation at all.

Beverly let out a cry that was choked off the moment the noose took her full weight. Then her legs went kicking and flying all over the place as her arms jerked violently behind her back. Her body didn’t want to hang, but it was too late now.

“Fucking hell; just look at her go!” Deidre breathed as she furiously fingered herself.

“Fuck – fuck – fuck! Fucking hang, you sexy bitch! Kick your life away for me!”

Beverly threw her chest out as her back arched. Then her knees came up. It looked like she was cumming up a storm in the noose.

Maggie almost collapsed; it was so damned erotic. She cried out from a climax of her own as Beverly humped and fucked the air. Then her dying friend was back to fighting the noose, her arms jerking wildly behind her back.

“Just look at that slut hang, Maggie! She looks like she was born for the noose!”

“Fucking hell, Deidre! I can’t believe how turned on I am!”

“It’s our present to you for letting us help you with the wedding yesterday.”

“Gawd; she’s really suffering in that noose! Suffer for me, you fucking bitch!”

“Gawd, Maggie! She’s cumming again!”

Beverly seemingly threw out her chest even farther, if that were possible. Then she violently humped the air as fluid sprayed out of her cunt. It almost made Maggie crumple to her knees; it was so damned sexy.

Beverly finally began to settle down. Her jerks and hitches lessened until she was gently swaying in her noose. Now there were three naked bodies dangling from ropes.

“Oh fuck! Fuck – fuck – fuck!” Deidre stood there as though frozen to the spot, panting like crazy.

Maggie managed to pick up the last set of handcuffs herself. She took them over and grabbed Deidre’s arm. She roughly pulled it behind her back as she hissed, “Your turn, Dee-Dee. Put on a good show for me!” Then she clatched both wrists together behind her friend’s back.

Deidre stared at the three swaying, naked bodies dangling in the breeze. Maggie brought the noose down around her neck. Then she moved all that black hair out of the way.

Dee-Dee trembled as she gasped, “Gawd, I’m so turned on right now. But I’m so fucking scared!”

“I’m glad you are,” Maggie hissed into her ear. “I like it when you’re scared as you’re about to hang.”

“Maggie? I… I don’t think I want to do this anymore.”

“I don’t fucking care, you sexy bitch.”

“Maggie, please don’t hang me!”

“I’m going to enjoy watching you hang most of all.”

“Maggie; PLEASE!”

“Of all these bitches, I’ve always wanted to see you in the noose, honey.”

“Gawd, Maggie!”

Her fingers slipped into Deidre’s dripping slit. Maggie wriggled them around before pulling them out with a cruel smile. “Wet as hell, eh? It’s going to be so fucking hot watching you hang for me.”

“Maggie, don’t!”

“Hang for me, you fucking whore!” Then Maggie violently pushed her friend off the ledge.

Deidre let out a cry as she pitched forward. Then the noose pulled her up short before she could fall to her death. A moment later she was swinging back and forth as the other three naked bodies dangled nearby, waiting for her to join them on the other side.

She’d wanted her hanging to be extra special. So she’d tried to act frightened and hesitant. It hadn’t been all that much of an act really. But it was clear Maggie had loved it.

Deidre kicked her legs everywhere as her arms jerked violently behind her back. She didn’t have to worry about putting on a good performance now. The pain and growing terror were helping her do more than enough.

“Hang, bitch!” Maggie bellowed from the ledge. “Hang for me, you fucking whore! Oh gawd; it’s so fucking good!”

Maggie collapsed onto the ledge, furiously fingering herself. Deidre fought the noose the entire time. It was the performance Maggie wanted, a performance her body was instinctively trained to supply for her.

Dee-Dee couldn’t believe how much it hurt. Her chest was on fire as she tried to push it forward, arching her back. But that didn’t diminish the searing agony in her lungs.

“Fuck – fuck – fuck! Hang for me, you sexy bitch! Hang for me, Dee-Dee! I fucking love it!” Then Maggie screamed her orgasm to the heavens.

It swelled within her until she couldn’t stop herself. That’s when Deidre began violently humping the air as her legs bent at the knees. It was as though she was trying to fuck the entire valley beyond.

“CUM FOR ME, DEE-DEE! CUM FOR ME AND DIE, YOU SEXY BITCH! OHMYGAWD; WHAT A FUCKING DANCE!” Maggie was almost in hysterics as she kept crying out while cumming and cumming.

Deidre fought the noose for what seemed like ages. Strangely it hadn’t quite closed off her windpipe. As a result she just kept fighting and kicking and jerking her arms behind her back. Then she was violently humping the air again.

“YEEEESSSSSS! FUUUUUCK! CUM FOR ME, YOU SEXY NOOSE-WHORE!” Maggie was furiously fingering herself as though she couldn’t keep up.

With one hard jerk Deidre finally exhausted herself. She tiredly swung back and forth as her body rotated. It felt so much better not having to fight anymore.

She got a glimpse of Maggie lying on the ledge, her body consumed with sexual lust, her face a grimace of never-ending pleasure. She felt a flush of warmth in her dying features. She was happy her hanging had contributed to some of that. Then her senses began cutting out as internal body parts started shutting down.

Maggie watched breathlessly as Deidre’s naked body twisted and swayed. She let out a clipped cry as she watched her bladder release. Then Maggie endured yet another quivering orgasm that left her breathless.

She lay there panting like crazy on the ledge as she tried to settle down and compose herself. She looked out to see four naked, sexy naked women swaying and twisting in the breeze. Then she winced as it flushed warmly through her body yet again.

She sat there for the longest time as she watched them. Their bodies slowed until they were hardly moving at all. Then they dangled quietly save for a light breeze occasionally nudging one to sway a little.

Maggie finally rose to her feet. She blew all of them a kiss, thanking each one for her amazing gift. Then she headed down to go collect her clothes back at the trail, leaving her dangling friends for the vultures to find and feast upon.

2019 (written May 15 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Quidam Martin’s manip.)

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