Obsession 3.7 (11)

(an older story I’m reposting)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shhh! We’re almost there.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Elizabeth?? What’s going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shhhh!”

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

“Elizabeth?? What the hell are you…?”

“Ok – ok; you can take a look now.”

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

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

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

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

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

“The star?? Star of what?”

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

Hang me?? But why??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ELIZABETH???”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ELIZABETH??? P-P-PLEEEEZE…!”

“Hang on, baby; I’m almost ready!”

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

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

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

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

“Elizabeth???”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Beheading the Countess 4.4 (12)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I’m trying to find my sister–“

“Silence!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s probably for the best…

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

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

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

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

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

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

Riwa’s Reads updates

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

7077 words – $5.50

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

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

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

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

18240 words – $6.00

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

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

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

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

15158 words – $5.50

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

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

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

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

17483 words – $5.50

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

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

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

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

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

21251 words – $6.00

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

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

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

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

46414 words – $8.00

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

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

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

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Lucy wants to drown 4 (13)

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

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

Uh… Lucy? You’re naked.

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

Drown you?

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

You’re begging me, Lucy?

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

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

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

You think I’m going to appreciate it?

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

Yeah, I do write a lot of drowning stories.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it still got you excited, am I right?

I’m not sure I want to answer that.

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

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

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

I’ve got to drown you??

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

Well, I don’t know…

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

Well, I…

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

Well, I suppose I could…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What did you say?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anything I want?

Anything!

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

OHMYGAWD; PLEASE DON’T DROWN ME – GRBGLBGLRBRGLGBRGL!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No! P-please! Y-you can’t be serious!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nooo! Please don’t – grgblrgblrgblgrgl!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excuse me?

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

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

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

*gasp* I’ll do anything you – GUMPHH!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OHMYGAWD! (eyes roll as body shudders.)

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

*gasps weakly*

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

(eyes wide; pants tiredly)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Miss Woodcock 4.5 (34)

 Miss Woodcock – English teacher

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Miss Woodcock; I don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shook his head… “No, Ma’am.”

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

2018 (written Oct 13 ’18 by riwa)

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Drop your jeans, Bobby. Briefs too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

“We’ll do our best, Miss Woodcock.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Strip, Mr. Faraday.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does this excite you too, Miss Whorewood?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2018 (written Oct 28 ’18 by riwa)

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Ella’s dunking torture 4.4 (7)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go to hell!” the woman sputtered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go to hell!” the agent panted tiredly.

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

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

“FUCK YOU!”

“See that she gets off again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded.

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

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

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

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

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Going out in style 3.2 (5)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Girls, really. This is totally insane.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok, girls. If you say so.”

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

“Ok, ladies. Now what?”

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

“Just like that?”

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

“Wondering about what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect,” Gwen said to him.

“There’s just one more thing, Bert.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh… ladies I, uh… oh hell.”

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

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

“Aren’t you ladies frightened?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2018 (written Nov 15 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture manipulated by Quidam Martin.)

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Holly’s Playboy Shoot 4.2 (11)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t remind me.”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious?”

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

“Want to go take a look?”

“Not really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want to go over and watch the shoot?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What next?” she asked.

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

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

He began attaching padlocks to her chains, including chaining her arms behind her back. Then he instructed her to go under again. Holly filled her lungs and then submerged.

She went into a couple of different poses as he snapped off several more stills. Then she came up and gasped for breath. He showed her how the new ones had turned out. She was pleased with the results.

About that time a familiar face came over to have a look as the photographer brushed the hair out of her face. “What’s with the chains?” Hef asked.

“I’m an escape artist,” Holly replied with a smile.

“Oh, you’re Houdini then,” he observed with a chuckle. “No, wait. I guess you’d be ‘Hoo-Holly’.” She laughed at his little joke.

He looked at the padlock hanging around her neck. Then he looked down on the ground. That’s when he bent down and began picking up the keys that were lying there.

“Hey! Don’t take those!”

“No problem. You can have them back once you come to the bedroom.” Then he smiled as he walked away with them, his libido having been influenced by her wet, chained nudity.

“But I need those back!” He just laughed over his shoulder.

They were out of sight when Hefner saw them and walked over to them. “You ladies spying on Holly?”

“What’s she doing?”

“She’s playing Houdini. The photographer’s got her all chained up in the pool.” Then he placed the keys in Kendra’s hand. “She might need these,” he chuckled before he headed on toward the mansion.

Bridget looked at the keys in Kendra’s hand. Then she looked at Kendra. Her companion just snorted, “So she wants to play ‘Escape Artist’, eh?”

The photographer patted her on the shoulder. “Why don’t we take a few more? He’s probably going to turn around and come right back.” She nodded as her pussy tingled at the predicament she found herself in. At least she was going to get a little sex out of this when it was all over.

She submerged for a few more pictures until he was finished. He showed her the latest stills. Again, she liked what she saw.

“I guess we’re done,” he said as he climbed out of the water.

“Hey; what about me?”

“Hef took your keys. I assume they’ll be making their way back to you at some point.”

“You’re just going to leave me like this?”

He was about to get back in the water to get her out when he saw a couple of girls walking up. The one in the light blue bikini held up something in her hand and called out, “Looking for these?”

“It looks like the keys have returned,” the photographer said with a smile. “It was a pleasure working with you, Holly. You make a great ‘Underwater Chained Love Slave’.”

“Thanks,” she said appreciatively as he gathered up his gear and left.

She watched as Bridget and Kendra came up to the edge of the pool. She saw what was in Kendra’s hands and asked, “How’d you get all those keys?”

“Hef left them with us,” Bridget explained. “He said you’re practicing to be an escape artist.”

“That old fart took them and left,” Holly replied indignantly. “Now get me out of here.”

“Get out of there yourself,” Kendra snorted as she tossed the keys into the water.”

“Hey!”

“You said you wanted to be an escape artist.”

“I was just joking!”

“What: you can’t reach them? Can’t you hold your breath long enough?”

“I can hold my breath!” she retorted indignantly. “Bitches!”

“Suit yourself,” Bridget replied with a dismissive wave. Then they turned and walked away.”

“Hey, come back here!”

“We gave you the keys, Holly,” Kendra called back over her shoulder. “What more do you want?”

“You bitches!” But they just kept walking away until they were gone.

“Damn!” she sputtered, looking all around. There was no one to help her. Was she going to have to do this herself??

The keys she needed were scattered all around the bottom of the pool. What a pain in the ass! The least that bitch could have done was toss them together instead of all over the damned place.

She filled her lungs and then submerged. It was not easy to see underwater, making the keys harder to locate once she was submerged. Besides, she could only pick them up with her hands which were chained and padlocked behind her back.

She went onto her side and tried reaching behind her for the nearest one. But she couldn’t get it into her hand. She bubbled in frustration as she finally gave up.

She stood back up, only to realize she was now in water up to her neck. Damn! Did the bitch really have to toss them into deeper water like that??

Holly looked down to see where three of them were lying somewhat close together. Maybe if she went after them she’d be able to snag one of them. Maybe one would unlock the padlock to her wrists.

She bent forward and dove downward for them, the chains taking her right to the bottom. She had to roll onto her side as she felt around behind her. Almost immediately she snagged one of them.

She bubbled as she worked to get it into the padlock attached to her wrists. But it was hard going. Being an escape artist was not nearly as easy as she thought it would be just to open a stupid padlock underwater with a key.

Well this was damned inconvenient! Afterwards she was going to give those two bitches a good chewing-out, leaving her alone like this. Maybe one of the other girls would come by and rescue her.

She bubbled as she strained to work the key into the padlock. But did she have the right one? Did all these padlocks require different keys? What a pain this was going to be getting herself all unchained!

Holly fought with the lock until her lungs began to burn. She finally gave up and tried to get to her feet. But when she stood upright she discovered her face was just below the surface. Somehow she’d gotten herself into deeper water.

She grunted and bubbled as she jumped upward, trying to get a breath. She couldn’t kick with her legs and she couldn’t pull with her arms. She barely got her mouth up to the surface with a jump before she slipped back under.

She jumped up again, fighting back panic. She gasped up at the surface before submerging. The chains were just too heavy.

She looked around in growing alarm, trying to spot another key. She dropped to her knees and then back onto her side as she fumbled around with her hands. She thought one was right there within easy reach.

She brushed it with her fingers as she tried to scoop it up. But it scooted just out of reach. Her lungs were already burning; she needed another breath.

She struggled to get to her feet again, only to discover she was in even deeper water. She tried to jump up to get a breath but she couldn’t get her mouth above the surface. Holly cried out a froth of bubbles as she twisted and struggled.

She had to get back into shallow water! What was she thinking, trying to go after the keys like that?? She should have waited for someone to come by. But who would be coming out here? The lawn company had already gone home for the day so as not to interfere with her pool shoot.

She tried to jump up for another breath. But she fell a couple inches short. Her lungs burned as her chest heaved ominously.

She tried jumping up again as panic swelled within her. It seized her as she swallowed a little water. Then she began twisting and thrashing about as she inhaled deeply.

Her throat suddenly closed off, making her want to breathe all the more. But she couldn’t get up to the surface. Her mouth opened and closed as she gulped water until her windpipe opened back up. Then she was inhaling huge lungfuls of water as she slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, her body hitching and convulsing.

Holly spasmed and shuddered as she coughed up a mixture of water and bubbles. She was dimly aware her body had reacted with a small orgasm. She ended up flat on her back, one of the keys underneath her as she stared upward, a small trail of tiny bubbles scurrying to the surface. That’s when her time as Hef’s girlfriend came to an undignified end.

As for Bridget and Kendra? They said they’d left the keys for Holly to unlock herself. Then they’d been called away. They had no idea their friend would try escaping from the locks in water too deep to stand up in.

2018 (written Nov 15 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by Holly’s real-life photo shoot. Pictures were found on the internet and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Sacrifice to Ereshkigal Parts 1 & 2 4.2 (5)

PART 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Someone was what, my dear?”

“Someone was inside.”

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

“Bloody hell!” she breathed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where the hell was her sister anyway?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Last one?? NO – IIEEEEEEE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

The screams began to fade until they were gone. It left her standing there in an eerie silence. Dorothy nervously shuffled around on her heels, trying to be careful not to lose her balance.

Their so-called tour guide returned, a satisfied smile on his face. Zilpha was not with him. “Where’s my sister?” Dorothy asked nervously. “And what were those screams?”

“Screams? What screams?”

“Surely you must have heard them!”

“I heard nothing. But your sister is in good hands. She wanted to meet Ereshkigal.”

“Ereshkigal? Who the hell is Ereshkigal??”

“Would you like to meet her?” he asked with great interest as he gently took her elbow.

“Just take me to my sister, ok? Isn’t that why you had me dress down like this? Something about the rules of being down here. You did say my sister had to dress the very same way, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did,” he replied, the hint of a smile in his expression. “You’ll be reunited with your sister very soon. Come with me please.” Then he began to escort her down one of the passageways.

Dorothy wobbled on her footwear as they clattered on the stone floor. She grimaced a she blurted out, “Do I have to continue wearing these bloody heels, love? I can barely keep my balance in them as it is. And does this corset have to be so bloody tight?”

“All part of the experience, love,” he responded patiently. “It will make your participation with your sister fit within the rules of our establishment.”

“My participation?” she responded in confusion. “Participation in what?”

“Your participation in meeting Ereshkigal, of course. Your sister was introduced to her just a few minutes ago.”

“So when I meet this Ereshkigal person I’ll see Zilpha again?”

“I’m sure you two will soon be reunited.” But Dorothy’s suspicions were being further aroused. Now she wasn’t so sure she trusted this man.

He led her into an underground room lit with two of those familiar flaming pots standing on pedestals on opposite walls. What disturbed her was the iron cage that stood directly in the center of the room. It was a metal cage rounded in the shape of a human being with a chain going up into the ceiling. Behind the cage stood some sort of mechanism with numerous gears, a mechanism with some sort of clock face and a large pendulum.

“What’s all this?” Dorothy wanted to know, feeling even more uneasy.

“This is in preparation for meeting Ereshkigal,” he explained simply as he opened the cage. “…and your sister of course. They are engaged in a special ceremony.”

He grabbed her by the elbow and forced her toward the cage. It had a solid metal plate for her heels to stand upon. But she had no idea why the hell he wanted her inside.

“Hey; don’t put me in here!”

“But it’s necessary,” he told her patiently. “You must be purified before you meet Ereshkigal.”

“Purified? In here?? Bloody hell, love! How does one get ‘purified’ in this bloody contraption??”

“You will find out shortly,” he told her, closing the metal cage door and securing her inside. Dorothy barely had enough room to wriggle her arms in such a way so as to grab the cage with her hands.

She stood there perplexed as he walked over to the clock mechanism where he set the pendulum in motion. Then he turned and smiled at her. “It is begun,” he announced. “You will be purified. Then you will meet Ereshkigal.”

“But where’s my sister?” Dorothy blurted out in alarm. He just smiled at her as he walked out of the chamber. A moment later there was a loud rumble as a large granite slab slid across the doorway, sealing her inside.

“HEY!!”

Dorothy started hyperventilating as she looked all around. Then she became aware the cage was being elevated by the chain coming down from the ceiling. A moment later Dorothy was gently swinging back and forth. Somehow the mechanical clock was attached to the chain above her cage, lifting her up into the air.

“Hey!” she called out again, suddenly feeling alone and vulnerable. “Come back here! Is this it?? You can’t just leave me like this! Where’s my sister? Where’s Zilpha?” Her words echoed all around her inside the chamber.

She looked at the clock face, studying how it functioned. There only seemed to be a second hand and minute hand. The second hand went around and around while the minute hand slowly headed for the peak of the clock face where a 12 should have been.

What the hell??

She watched in growing alarm until the clock registered with both hands at the 12 position. There was a loud gong that reverberated all around her. A moment later she heard the sound of a granite slab opening.

For a moment she thought the door was opening back up. To her shock it was the floor sliding open beneath her. Instantly she was hit with a blast of heat.

“BLOODY HELL!” she gasped in horror as she looked down. Below her beyond the floor leaped the searing flames of an inferno, flames that tried to leap up at her. At the same time she noticed the chain wasn’t lifting her cage anymore. Now it was lowering her down into the flames.

“COME BACK” Dorothy screamed in the direction of the door. “GET ME OUT OF HERE! OHMYGAWD; YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I DON’T WANT TO BURN!”

In a panic she began screaming for her sister to appear out of nowhere to come rescue her. Her shrieks merely bounced off the solid walls back at her. She began hyperventilating as her surroundings became exceedingly warm.

The cage continued to drop until she saw she was descending past the floor of the chamber. She was being lowered into the fiery pit. She wriggled around inside the cage like crazy, setting it to swaying as she screamed in growing terror.

In a flash it occurred to her what the bloody wanker must have meant when he talked about her being ‘purified’ before meeting Ereshkigal. The whole chamber seemed designed to handle the great heat of the fiery inferno below. Was she going to be burned alive??

Her screams intensified as her cage continued to descend. There were flames all around her now, flames that licked at the bars to her cage… flames that began lapping at her soft flesh. She looked upward and cried out, writhing and squirming within the intense heat.

The flames increased all around her as she was lowered ever deeper into what felt like the very pit of hell. If this was her fate then surely her sister was dead too. Now she was about to join her. Did that mean this Ereshkigal bitch was some sort of underworld princess or something??

Her skin began to blister from the intolerable flames. Then she heard the mechanical clock gong deeply once more from somewhere above her. That’s when she saw the floor of the chamber start to close above her head, closing to seal her in with the flames. The little notch she saw cut into the floor indicated the only thing that would protrude out of her hell was the chain that now lowered her cage to the flames below.

Dorothy found enough voice to scream in agony, shrieking as the flames began hungrily licking at her flesh. Then she heard a loud thump of some sort as the ceiling closed above her. She was now entombed within the incinerator. That’s when her hair caught fire, lighting her up like a candle as flames leaped up from her head.

Her agonizing screams were drowned out by the sizzle of the pouring blood and liquid of her dying body. Her corset began to burn until it ultimately popped free, releasing her from its uncomfortable confines. But she was not comforted at all, not with flames all around her.

She inhaled fire, searing her vocal chords and silencing her forever. She writhed and wriggled, lasting a couple more minutes until she finally expired from third degree burns and blood loss. The cage continued to lower until her entire body was completely engulfed in flames, incinerating her heels.

Her flesh was burned away until her bones finally crumpled onto the floor of the cage. These continued to burn until they were reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes. Only then did the cage start to rise upward as the floor to the chamber above reopened to the sound of that familiar gong.

In her last dying moments she saw a regal, naked lady approach from out of the flames. She smiled as she told her, “Now you are purified. I accept your gift.” Then consciousness mercifully faded away. What little was left of her body was returned to the surface world…

2012; 2018 (written for Dorothy Aug 3 ’12; ed. Nov 25 ‘18 by riwa)

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Water-Babies Part I 3.8 (4)

Water-Babies Part I

Nora: We drive in silence as James takes us out into the Nevada desert. The place is thirty minutes away and has a great view of the city. I’m really looking forward to coming out here again.

We’re civil to each other, but James has always been good at that. I must admit: it’s one of his better qualities. I suppose if I was forced to sit down and think about it, I would be able to identify more of his good traits. But I don’t want to.

I would have come out here alone. But Wilma put her foot down and said no way. She told me I got away with it last time, but that it can’t happen again. This time I had to come out with my husband.

Wilma is my best friend. Her husband Ford is a damn sexy man. And yeah, I’ve fucked him before.

I really need this trip we’re taking out to see the Rileys. They are wealthy and have this great place outside the city. I’m drawn to it because they are water-babies and have several pools and hot tubs on the grounds. I’m looking forward to getting fucked underwater by one of their swinger friends.

James: My desire to come out here is not as strong as it was when we first discussed it. I suppose that’s only natural when you’re in the middle of a big ol’ fight with your spouse. This one has been going on for quite a while.

 We haven’t had sex in four months. But I get the distinct impression Nora has gotten some on the side. I’m almost to the point where I don’t care anymore. Much of this has been all about her anyway. Sometimes it’s hard just being in her presence.

 From the few pictures I’ve seen, this place we’re going to is supposed to be incredible. I’m intimidated as hell knowing we’re driving into wealth. I’m not sure how we’re going to fit in.

 Supposedly there are going to be swingers present, as well as a lot of pools to do it in. Does this mean I might have a crack at getting fucked in the water? I don’t know for sure. But I figure I’ve gone without sex long enough that it’s a chance worth taking.

 I’m not as outgoing as Nora. But I’m still coming out here with her. She told me if I play my cards right I could get lucky.

 I’ll admit to being attracted to her best friend Wilma. I have been for as long as I’ve known her. And since Nora told me Wilma will be there with her husband Ford, I have hopes of spending some underwater time with her… if only she’ll have me.

 I do have my reservations about the whole thing. What if the people don’t like us? What if I don’t feel a connection with anyone? It’s pretty hard to fuck unless you like the person you’re with and can feel something of a spark.

 Nora set this up a while ago. When we had our fight, I half expected her to shut it down. But I think she wants to get fucked just as much as I do. And since we’re not getting it from each other, I’ll see if I can find someone here who wants to get it on with me underwater.

We pull up and James parks the car. Then we head for the main door. I feel an erotic jolt remembering my last visit here.

It was without James because of our long-running feud. Of course I had a ball without him. So I’m nervous they’re going to expect him and I to be together in the same pool. I sure as hell hope not.

The front door opens and out comes the Rileys. Gene is muscular and attractive. I got to fuck him in the water the last time I was here.

His wife Donna has got a body that makes me jealous of those C tits and that nice ass of hers. James might get lucky with her if he plays his cards right. I plan on getting lucky with her husband again later on in one of their pools.

They come right up to us and welcome us with open arms. They tell us Wilma and Ford have already arrived. I’m looking forward to being in the water with them.

I was tempted to ride over with them just to make James drive out here alone. But I’m afraid he might have turned around and gone right back home. If that would have happened I’m not sure Wilma would have let me stay since they want us out here this time as a couple. I got away with being single last time I was out here, but apparently not anymore.

I’m here for one thing and one thing only: cock and lots of it. Pussy does nothing for me. I mean the girls were all attractive the last time I was out here. But all I want are cocks to play with.

Last time I let a couple of ladies kiss my body and rub me all over, which was kind of fun. They even played with my tits a little. I’ll admit it gave me a bit of a thrill. But I’m not into pussy licking or kissing females.

We go inside and are taken right in to a “meet and greet” room. There are five other couples waiting for us. My best friend is standing there with her husband. So I walk up and give them both a big hug as I eye Ford suggestively.

The Rileys are warm and welcoming. Donna has a great smile and a sexy body with brunette hair down to her shoulders. I find myself sizing her up as we go inside.

 Will there be a chance to hook up with her later? How good is she in the water? I’m looking forward to the opportunity of getting into a pool with a sexy woman for some erotic fun.

 We’re led into a big room with more couples. They all smile and wave as they come over to greet us. Nora goes right over to her best friend as I get a drink in my hand and warm hugs all around.

 We start talking about the hot Nevada desert we just drove through and how they have such a nice place. I tell them a pool party sounds great as it’s been a really hot summer. Sandra Levinson tells us it’s why they’ve all gravitated to the Riley’s since they have this great place with plenty of water to go around.

 When I ask how much water is on the property, Donna Riley offers to show me around. I go off with her, her husband Gene, and two other couples. I leave Nora behind to fend for herself.

 Apparently she wants to hang around with Ford and Wilma anyway. I don’t care in the least, so long as we’re separated. I feel much better once I’m away from her.

 There’s a distinct tension in the air when we’re together. It makes me wonder if the other couples can feel it. Nora’s best friend Wilma knows all about our current situation. So maybe she’s warned everybody ahead of time about us.

 I’m a little concerned the way Nora and I are not going to be together as a couple. I don’t know how it’s going to affect our visit or if it will make the others uncomfortable. So far everyone’s acting like it’s no big deal.

I’m relieved when the Rileys take my husband away along with two other couples. As far as I’m concerned, the less I see of him in the next several hours the better. All I want to do is play with these guys. And it’s ok if the girls and I swim around naked in the water since it will probably get the guys all worked up and ready to fuck.

We go to a private room where we sit and talk. I join Wilma and Ford on the couch as we discuss the weather and my last visit. Then Joyce Burrows brings up what must be on everyone’s mind when she asks if James is going to enjoy himself.

I give her a shrug, not wanting her to worry as I tell her, “He swims at the Y during lunch, Joyce. And sometimes he swims after work. I think he’s looking forward to fucking in the water every bit as much as I am.”

“Sandra tells me she’s seen him there a time or two and has said hi.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know Sandra had seen him there at the Y. He’s probably going to like her, knowing how much she loves doing it in the water.”

I didn’t know about Sandra seeing James at the Y. Maybe that’s another reason why Wanda invited me to come for a return visit to a swinger’s party. I suppose she had to insist I bring James along this time.

I hungrily lick my lips as I eye Joyce’s husband Tom. I remember the last time we fucked in that deep pool. The orgasm I had was intense, and I’m looking forward to another one. It’s been a while.

“I’ve got a fun little game for the deep pool I think you’ll enjoy, Nora.”

“I’m ready, Joyce,” I tell her with a smile as I lift my glass in a toast. “Lead the way” and once more I look longingly at Tom. That’s when we all stand up and head out.

I get Wilma alone and quietly whisper, “We’re not going to run into James, are we?”

“No, he’s with the others on the other side of the house.” Then she sighs as she gives me a disgusted look.

“Nora, why don’t you two patch things up already? You guys are great together! Why do you think I mentioned this place to you six months ago? They probably should have banned you both from coming! Hell, you can almost cut the tension in here with a butter knife!”

“Just get me some cock, Wilma; ok? After we’ve both fucked our brains out I’m sure we’ll mellow right out; don’t you think?”

“I sure hope so, Nora.” But she acts like she isn’t so sure, judging by our continuing issues.

We head outside to a nice pool with clear water that bottoms out at about five feet. But I thought I got a glimpse of a deeper one on the other side of the building. Do they have more than one pool out here??

 I wore a set of Speedos under my clothes that run part way down my upper legs. Nora told me there would be water and swimming and fucking, and to come prepared before we went home for the evening. She told me she was wearing a bikini under her clothes before we left. So I did the same with my Speedos.

 The ladies strip out of their clothes into extremely sexy bikinis. Donna Riley has a skimpy black number that shows a ton of cleavage. Sandra Levinson strips down to something hot and pink. Laura Williams is the shortest of the three with a set of B cups similar to the size of my wife’s. Her breasts are perfect handfuls contained in a lime green bikini.

 There’s a little hoop with a net I see floating in the middle of the pool with a ball drifting nearby. “I thought we would play a game of hoops,” Gene Riley explains. “First team to five gets to make out with the losers.”

 I’m paired with Donna Riley and Bart Williams. Bart’s wife Laura is with Sandra Levinson and her husband Melvin.  Win or lose, I’m looking forward to making out with either Laura or Sandra.

 The game is informal as we toss the ball around while trying to hit the basket. When I get the ball, Laura and Sandra jump all over me. It’s sexy as hell so I deliberately hold onto it a few seconds longer, enjoying their warm bodies against mine before passing it off.

 There is lots of laughter before Laura finally hits the winning shot of our first game. Gene sits back and watches as his wife Donna makes out with Bart Williams. Bart’s wife Laura starts kissing Sandra Levinson’s husband Melvin. I get to lock lips with Sandra.

 All the making out around me is arousing. No one is kissing their spouse. I get the impression I might have more fun here that I had previously anticipated.

We reach the deep pool with the observation window down below. I’ve discovered it’s an incredible feeling being watched as I swim naked. It’s even more incredible if I’m being watched while I’m fucking underwater. I don’t know whose idea it was to put in a window at the bottom of the pool. But I love it.

When we get there I see Art Giddings bring over a box of goodies. In it are these phallus looking objects with what looks like a set of balls for weight. I also see these breast shaped objects with some rather lengthy nipples sticking out.

“Here’s how the game will be played,” he tells us. “I’m going to toss all these objects into the water. They’re weighted, so they’re going to sink right to the bottom. On go, each one of you will have to dive down and pick one up using only your mouth. You’ll have to bring it back to the surface and then go back down to get another one. Of course the guys will be bringing up boobs while the girls will be bringing up cocks.”

His wife Irene smiles as she looks at the contents in the box. “I always like something shaped like that in my mouth,” she muses, experimentally putting a phallus between her lips.” I remember her from my last visit as being rather slutty, with that short blonde hair and those boobs of hers which must be sized D at least. Then again, most of the ladies acted slutty after inhibitions were lowered.

I know you do,” her husband jokes knowingly as we all laugh. I’m so horny I’m tempted to dispense with the ice-breaker and get right to the fucking.

“Shall we go topless?” my best friend Wilma suggests. Her attitude makes me think she’s interested in fucking as well.

Ford smiles as he gives us an even better offer. “How about if we all dispense with the suits and go nude? We all know each other here. I suspect it won’t be long before things start heating up anyway; am I right?”

“I can live with that,” I declare as I quickly shed my clothes. My yellow bikini brazenly comes right off. I end up naked and horny as can be.

“Men versus women,” Art tells us as he dumps the boobs in one area and the phalluses in another. “Whichever team brings up all the objects first gets to make out with the loser of his or her choice.”

“I’m all for that!” I laugh as I give Ford my most “come-hither” smile.

“I’d better join you,” Art observes as he strips out of his clothes. “To make it fair, one of you ladies needs to sit out to make it a three-on-three.”

“I will,” his wife Irene offers with a raised hand.

Chuck and Joyce Goodwin kiss each other before separating. I wouldn’t mind a little of Chuck’s cock myself, now that I notice it’s starting to harden a little. Gawd, I’ve missed these people and the last time I was here!

“Ready?” Irene declares. Joyce dives right in head first without even waiting. “I guess that’s a go,” Wilma laughs good-naturedly as we all dive in head first after her.

I swim right down and zero in on the nearest phallus, pulling hard with my arms while kicking with my legs. I see the way they are weighted at the balls as they point upward. I lose a burst of air as I open my mouth. I clamp down on one with my teeth and lips before hauling ass back to the surface.

It’s a sexy contest, especially when we start having things in our mouths. The guys finish first, probably because they are less buoyant than we are and it’s easier for them to swim down. Art comes over to make out with me and claim his winnings.

“Maybe we’d better split this up,” Irene laughs. She swaps Chuck with Wilma so we all have at least one guy and one girl on each team. Once she hollers “Go!” we all jackknife downward.

All those naked bodies going down with bubbles coming out of their mouths and noses is a sexy sight. I’m almost tempted to take Chuck’s dangling cock into my mouth and take him back up as my prize. But I settle on the nearest phallus, grabbing it between my lips and then hauling it back up.

We lose again, perhaps because there are two girls on my team. This time I get to make out with Wilma’s husband Ford. I’m so turned on kissing him in the water that I hump his hardening cock with my crotch.

 The next round Gene suggests the women take their tops off. I like the idea and the ladies all agree. Bouncing boobs are a great distraction.

 The game gets a little out of control as we start grabbing each other while the ball is still in play. I try to act like I’m involved in the game. But getting a handful of sexy body or a brief grab of tits or ass is really erotic.

 Each time another game ends, there is more making out. And each time it looks like people are starting to get carried away. My cock is hard, but I’m not the only one. No one seems to care, especially since there is so much grabbing and tugging of penises by the wives.

 Melvin’s team wins what turns out to be the last game. “A treat for the winners!” Donna declares. Then she takes a breath before immediately submerging to suck his cock. Sexy bubbles come up as he smiles appreciatively.

 I smile at Sandra as I tell her, “As the gracious loser, what can I do for you?”

 She smiles and then suggests “How about a little licky-licky?” as she spreads her pussy lips with her fingers. In response I take a deep breath and submerge to slip between her legs.

 She squats on my face as my tongue probes her sweet treasure. Her head slips beneath the surface. Then I hear her moan sexy bubbles as she adjusts her position on my face. Nearby I hear Donna grunting up bubbles with a mouthful of Bart’s cock as she sucks hungrily.

 I’m astonished the way everyone is so free with each other. I’m also turned on beyond belief. I give Sandra my best effort as I rub her ass. I’m rewarded with sexy moans and bubbly cries.

 I stay down for a couple of minutes, noticing Donna has been down with Melvin for a similar length of time. I conclude that all these folks are definitely water-babies. This could turn out to be one hell of an outing. Grudgingly I have Nora to thank for insisting I come out here with her.

It isn’t long before our game sort of falls apart. But no one seems to care. Ford eats me out underwater while Irene comes down to suck on his cock. We make for a hot little threesome.

Nearby I see the others have paired off. Wilma sucks Chuck Goodwin’s cock as Art licks out Chuck’s wife Joyce. We all moan and bubble underwater, and it really turns me on.

My thoughts turn toward James, and I wonder what he’s doing. I assume he’s in the other outdoor pool, but it really doesn’t matter. As long as he’s having fun I don’t have to think about him. Being in this pool away from him allows me to have some undistracted fun of my own.

We all finally surface and get out of the pool. I was this close to cumming from Ford’s tongue. But I got to watch Wilma get a mouthful of cum underwater, which was really hot to see.

We rest up and talk for a few minutes. Then Wilma stands up and smiles. “We have another game to play,” she says, giving Art a knowing look.

I watch curiously as he goes into the building, only to return with another box of goodies. Then Wilma smiles at us as she asks, “All right. Who wants to volunteer?”

“Me,” I declare with a smile as I lift my arm. “If it involves orgasms, I’m in all the way.”

“That’s Nora for you,” Irene observes with a chuckle. She must be remembering my last visit.

Wilma pulls out a couple of ankle weights and proceeds to put them on me. I feel an erotic jolt when Art goes to the pool shed and returns with hoses and a compressor. It looks like it’s snuba time.

“Here,” Wilma tells me as she hands me a dive mask. “Put this on, Nora.”

I start to put it on, only to stop and stare incredulously. The damned thing has been blackened and is absolutely useless. If I put it on I won’t be able to see a damned thing.

“What the hell is this??” I gasp.

“You’ll find out.” It’s Wilma’s voice in my ear, seductive yet sinister. “Better put it on before it’s too late.”

I get it over my face just in time. Then I get a push in my back from behind. That’s when I go tumbling head first into the water with a splash.

I can’t see a thing. The other splashes I hear indicate I’m not alone in the water. But that’s not what’s bothering me. It’s the ankle weights dragging me downward as I claw in vain for the surface, bubbles spewing out of my mouth.

We all sit around the pool taking a break from our playtime. “That was fun,” Donna declares.

 “It sure was,” Sandra agrees.”

 Laura asks, “So tell us, James. What fantasies would you like to see acted out while you’re here with us today?”

 “Well, I love to make women cum underwater,” I reply with a smile.

 “You can scratch that one off then,” Sandra gasps appreciatively. “No wait; I’ll help you do that one again if you don’t mind. Gawd; your tongue is so hot!”

 Everyone laughs as I blush a little. But I find myself relaxing more and more with these folks. This is going to be a fun afternoon.

 At that moment I find myself thinking about Nora. My face clouds as I remember our ongoing feud. I can’t even remember what started the whole damned thing to begin with.

 Melvin notices my annoyance and asks, “What are you thinking, James?”

 “You all have been great so far. I don’t want to spoil anything during our visit. But my wife and I are, uh…”

 “Yeah, we kinda noticed,” Gene responds. “We were hoping all this sexy fun we’re going to have might help matters.”

 “Maybe I shouldn’t say this,” I reply conspiratorially. “But now that you mention it… I was kind of thinking about having a little sexy revenge on Nora.”

 The guys perk up as the girls go “Ohhhh!” Sandra smiles playfully as she asks, “What did you have in mind, James?”

 “Well, Nora doesn’t have any lesbian tendencies. I was just thinking it would serve her right. Maybe it would melt her a little if some of you ladies were to fuck her and make her cum. I think that would be hot.”

 There are more “Ooohhhh’s” and a few knowing chuckles. Everybody starts looking at everybody else. There are looks on their faces indicating they all know something while I’m the odd man out.

 Gene looks at me and smiles. “James? Maybe we can help you out there. Wilma let us in on some of the stuff going on between you two. So we kind of prepared a little surprise during your visit. I think they might be getting it ready for us right now over in the deep pool. Would you like to see it?”

 “Damn, Gene. Now you’ve got me curious.” There are more chuckles.

 “Let’s go show him, Gene,” Sandra says as she grabs my arm.

 The girls start to giggle as the group leads me back into the building. All of us are still buck naked. But that doesn’t bother me so much. Instead I find myself wondering what the hell they’ve got planned.

© 2017 (written Sep 16 ’17 by riwa)

[Quick note: surgery went well and the doctor says they found no cancer. Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers. Happy spring, everybody!]

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