Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4 (1)

Posted on January 22, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

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

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

Riwa’s Reads updates

JP Combo IV (reactivated 1-9-19)

5564 words – $4.00

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

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

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

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

6543 words – $4.00

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

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

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

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

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

16734 words – $5.00

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

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

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

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

Femme Fatales (reactivated 1-9-19)

9285 words – $4.00

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

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

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

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

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

17349 words – $6.00

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

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

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

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

10034 words – $6.50

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

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

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

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

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

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My mother hangs my girlfriends 4.1 (19)

Posted on January 18, 2019 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mother??” I stammered uncertainly.

“NELSON; JUST DO IT!”

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

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

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

“But NELSON??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mother, please don’t hang her, ok?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, mother.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Peace Treaty 6-7 3 (1)

Posted on January 12, 2019 by riwa

THE ISLAND OF CONSENSUAL EXECUTIONS

The Peace Treaty

By riwa

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

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

 

6 Family Beheadings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUNK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUNK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUNK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUNK!

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

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

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

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

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

7 Serving as Witnesses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUNK!

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

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

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

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

THUNK!

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

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

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

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

THUNK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUNK!

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

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

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

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

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

“I will look for you then, mother.”

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

(written for Arachnid Dec 18 ’11 by riwa)

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

Posted on January 11, 2019 by riwa

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

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

Have a great January!

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Morning executions – the Houdini tank 4.5 (11)

Posted on January 6, 2019 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I waited in vain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

2018 (written Oct 7 ’18 by riwa)

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

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Dec 31, 2018 Update 0 (0)

Posted on December 31, 2018 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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New Year’s Eve Terrie 4.6 (10)

Posted on December 31, 2018 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you looking for a little action?”

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your turn?”

“You’ll find out.”

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

“Wait; do you have company?”

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

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

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

“Oh really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hell, do I get a turn?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 0 (0)

Posted on December 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

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

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

Riwa’s Reads updates

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

17184 words – $6.50

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

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

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

Emma bundle 3 (reactivated 12-14-18)

16783 words – $5.00

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

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

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

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

Mothers and Sons (reactivated 12-14-18)

18151 words – $6.00

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

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

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

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

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

words – $5.00

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

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

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

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

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

3830 words – $4.00

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

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

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

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

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

14920 words – $5.00

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

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

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

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

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

12903 words – $5.00

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

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

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

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

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Gambling your life away (Part 1) 4.5 (11)

Posted on December 24, 2018 by riwa

Not exactly a story full of the holiday spirit. But I hope a Club story will make a nice addition to cover my domain foul-up. Have a very Merry Christmas.

Part I

Emily the oldest worked at a bank. Dorothy was interning as a legal secretary. Winifred had a fiancé and it was getting serious. And Zilpha, the youngest, had gotten a job at one of the local museums.

The sisters were close and enjoyed spending time with each other. But their lives were already starting to pull them apart in different directions. It was a part of life, but they wanted one last holiday together. Somehow they managed to arrange their schedules to coincide with each other.

They saved up enough money for a trip to America. There were big cities, famous landmarks, National Parks, and all sorts of historical sites to see. They had enough money between them for a couple of weeks. But they were thinking they should only be gone seven or eight days before returning back to England to their busy lives.

The first couple of days were spent on the East coast sightseeing. In the evenings they made their way to a bar not far from their motel. They loved to spend some time discussing the day’s events before retiring to their motel for the night.

On that second night at the bar they were in the process of trying to decide if they wanted to go to a nightclub for some dancing or simply head back to their room. That’s when they attracted the attention of a couple who’d been inadvertently eavesdropping. They were in their late twenties and introduced themselves as Bjorn and Sherise Johansson from Sweden.

The ladies invited them to come sit with them. The couple got chairs and joined them at their table. Dorothy offered to refresh their drinks, which they happily accepted.

“We couldn’t help overhearing your conversation,” Sherise began. “We think we may have the answer to your question of how to spend one of your evenings.”

“If you’re looking for a nightspot, we know of a special place,” Bjorn added.

“It’s this Club on the edge of the city,” his wife continued as they alternated back and forth. “It has gambling and dancing. But there’s much more to it than that.”

“So much more,” her husband agreed with a knowing smile. “Especially if you want to gamble with something other than money.”

When the sisters pressed them for more information they were told the Club was famous for the occasional execution. “There’s even a roulette wheel by the Entertainment stage,” Bjorn told them. “We’ve heard you can take a risky ride on the guillotine while they spin the wheel. They even have two guillotines to ride. That means on those rare occasions when both guillotines are in use, you’re virtually guaranteed to see a woman lose her head.”

“We didn’t see any deaths the night we were there,” Sherise told them, sounding disappointed. “But we did watch a few videos. It would have been terribly exciting getting to witness a beheading for real. So we’re thinking about going back tomorrow night before we head back to Sweden.”

“A real guillotine?” Zilpha asked, her curiosity aroused. “I work at a museum back home. We have a guillotine set up in the back. But I not sure it’s ever been used. I think it’s just for show.”

“Well this place has a working one for sure,” Sherise said with a twinkle in her eye. “They even have back rooms where you can have sex with anyone you want. And if you don’t want to die in public, you can rent a private execution room if you want. They call them ‘snuff rooms’.”

The other sisters looked at the couple in wide-eyed disbelief. They were not sure they believed the Johanssons. Their story seemed much too improbable to believe.

The couple had interesting stories of other sights they’d seen. The rest of the evening was spent regaling each other about places where they’d been. But when the hour got late the Swedes finally decided to call it a night.

They thanked the sisters for the drinks before heading back to their motel. After they were gone Dorothy suggested they all get to bed as well since they had another active day planned for tomorrow. But that crazy story about the Club and those guillotines had taken root in Zilpha’s mind.

The next day was full of more tours and sightseeing. The sisters had a great time together until the sun went down. Then it was back to that very same bar for drinks and reminiscing.

While nursing her drink Zilpha brought up the idea of going to check out that Club previously mentioned by the Johanssons. Her sisters suspected she only wanted to go just to see a working guillotine. But it soon became evident Winifred had been giving it some thought as well.

Even Dorothy couldn’t help confessing some curiosity. Emily was the only one to express her reservations. So the subject was tabled for a later date.

The following day involved more sightseeing. By the time the sun was going down, the subject of the so-called “Snuff Club” had come up again. Zilpha and Winifred were growing insatiably curious. Even Dorothy was leaning toward checking the place out.

Emily was hungry and wanted to have a little supper first. So they visited the restaurant adjacent to the bar they usually frequented. The Club was not brought up again as they discussed landmarks they had visited.

After supper they went into the lounge for drinks. Zilpha and Winifred kept looking around as though hoping to run into the Johanssons. But the couple never materialized.

“The night’s still early,” Zilpha remarked as she checked her watch. Then she turned to the sister they all considered their unofficial leader.

“Dottie, what do you say we go have a look at that Club those Swedes were talking about the other day.”

“Still thinking about that guillotine?” Dorothy replied with a chuckle. “Do you really believe that story they told us? They don’t do things like that over here in America. That’s more of a French or English thing from past history. Their guillotines probably sit off in a corner of the building somewhere.”

“But what if they do? Wouldn’t it be the highlight of our trip to go visit the Club? Wouldn’t it be something if we actually got to witness a real beheading?”

“Do you really want to witness someone losing their head, love? Are you that curious?”

“Aren’t you?” Winifred interjected, sounding like she too wanted to go. “I can’t stop thinking about it! I don’t know, love. It just sounds… sexy I guess. Don’t you want to find out if that crazy story they told us the other day is true? It’s only across town.”

Dorothy frowned at her before turning to their silent sister. “What do you think, Emily? You haven’t said too much about it.”

“It sounds crazy to me, love. But if everyone wants to go check it out, then I guess I’m in. It might make for an amusing evening. Personally I’m wondering if that couple was referring to some museum pieces they saw. That’s probably what’s got Zilpha so fascinated.”

Everyone seemed willing to go. Besides, the night was still young. And after all, hadn’t that couple mentioned gambling and dancing going on at that Club as well?

“Ok,” Dorothy said as she stood up. “I’ll pay the tab. Emily can call for a taxi to get us all over there. I guess it’s only fair Zilpha gets to see her guillotine.” Their youngest almost let out a squeal of glee as excitement filled her features.

—

They were able to access a minivan to take them over. The sisters were dropped off outside the building, only to discover a line of women waiting behind a rope to get inside. They looked around in surprise, wondering what they were supposed to do next.

“The line doesn’t seem to be moving,” Zilpha quietly told her sisters. “Do we have to wait out here to get in? I’m not sure I want to see what’s inside if it’s going to take forever just to get to the door.”

They had just starting discussing how to get back to their motel when one of the bouncers at the front door smiled and waved them to come closer. They looked at each other in confusion before heading over as a group. But as they cautiously approached, they were hailed by several ladies asking to be taken inside.

The sisters timidly got behind their spokesman Dorothy as they walked up to the bouncer. The gentleman certainly seemed handsome enough. He smiled as he asked, “Can I help you ladies?”

“We’re from out of the country,” Dorothy told him, embarrassed at stating the obvious since her accent was a dead giveaway. “We were told about this place and were curious. We, uh… we thought we might do a little… gambling.” In her mind was the image of a slot machine, the safest thing she could think of.

“Did you ladies bring any money with you?”

“Oh we have plenty,” she reassured him. “But I’m not sure how much gambling we were planning on doing tonight.”

Dorothy’s response made him smile even more. “Let me take you ladies inside and see what we can do.” Then he turned and led them to the door.

Several women in line cried out to be taken inside with them. Dorothy and her siblings tried to ignore them. That’s when Zilpha quietly asked her why the other women were being made to wait out in line.

“You expect me to know that?” Dorothy whispered in reply as they followed the bouncer inside.

“Don’t you know everything?”

“Oh, don’t be silly.”

They were led up to a counter manned by an attractive woman wearing an attendant’s uniform. She smiled warmly at them as she asked, “Can I help you ladies?”

“We’re here to, uh…” Dorothy wasn’t sure quite how to phrase it.

“We’re here to gamble!” Zilpha blurted out.

“Yeah, we’re here to gamble… and maybe do a little dancing?”

“Splendid!” the attendant told them as she reached behind her desk. Then she pulled out four small, very curious looking items.

“Would you please insert these into your belly buttons? Then we’ll proceed to get your pagers all set up.”

“Belly buttons?” Dorothy repeated dubiously as she picked one up and dubiously examined it. It looked like it had a sharp needle-like point sticking out of it.

“They’re pregnancy sensors, ladies. They alert the Club if you get pregnant while you’re here. If a woman gets pregnant, she is summarily executed up on the Entertainment Stage or off in a private snuff room.”

They stared at her in shock. Zilpha couldn’t believe it. “You mean they are really executed here if they get pregnant?? Bloody hell!”

The attendant smiled as she asked, “No one in your group has had any unprotected sex recently, have they? It would be a shame if a sensor popped before you got too far inside the facility.”

“No – no – no!” Winifred stammered with a dismissive wave. “We’re, uh… we’re not here for the sex or anything like that. We just want to, uh… gamble.” She wanted to say they were there to see the guillotines. But she decided against it.

“I’m sorry, ladies. But if you enter the Club, you must wear your pregnancy sensor. That way if something unfortunate happens while you engage in risky sex, the sensor will record it. If it pops, you’ll get to see our Entertainment Stage up close and personal. That’s probably the biggest gamble we offer here at the Club. At least you’ll probably get to choose the manner of your death.”

“M-Manner of our d-death?” Emily stammered nervously. Then she turned toward their leader.

“Uh, D-Dottie? I’m not sure we want to do this tonight; are you?”

Dorothy laughed nervously to hide the knot in her stomach. “No, love; you’re right. We’re not interested in any kind of risky sex. We just wanted to do a little gambling… maybe a little dancing and sightseeing since we were told this is a very unique establishment. But if we have to wear these uh… things… then we certainly aren’t interested in going inside. Right, girls?”

Emily shook their head while Winifred acted uncertain. But Zilpha was still curious despite the possibility of danger. Fearing their opportunity might be slipping away, she leaned closer and whispered, “Dottie? Can’t we get inside? I really want to see their guillotine!”

Emily patted her shoulder reassuringly. “I don’t think we should risk it, love. It’s just not worth it, not for some museum pieces.”

“Museum pieces?” the attendant replied in confusion.

“Zilpha and Winnie here think you have some museum pieces clear in the back,” Dorothy explained. “At least that’s what we were led to believe. But Emily’s right. I think we’d better not. If we have to stick these things in our bellies for a pregnancy risk when we aren’t even planning on having any sex, then I don’t think it’s worth it. We’re not here to shag or anything like that.”

She smiled at the attendant before thanking her for her time. Then she apologized for bothering her. “Oh, it’s no bother, miss,” the woman replied with a smile. “I’m just sorry you didn’t get to see the interior of our establishment.”

The attendant paused thoughtfully as the sisters put the pregnancy sensors back on the counter.  Then she asked, “You say all you want to do is a little gambling and dancing?”

“And to see your guillotine,” Zilpha hastily added, stating what she’d come to see the most.

“Let me see what I can do.” Then the attendant turned away, picked up a counter phone and placed a call.

Her voice was low and quiet. But Dorothy was able to pick up bits and pieces of conversation. “…four girls… no sex… just want to gamble… see the stage… maybe some dancing…”

They waited patiently before Emily suggested they should just call a cab. Winifred was still undecided, although she was starting to lean toward leaving. Of the four, Zilpha was the most disappointed.

Dorothy finally told them it wasn’t worth the risk. She waved at the attendant in the midst of the call, telling her, “Thanks anyway, love. But we’d better be going.”

The sisters moved toward the exit, Zilpha the more dejected of the quartet. Emily tried to console her by saying they could check out some museums tomorrow. Dorothy agreed, saying it was going to be getting late if they stayed too long.

They were almost to the door when the attendant called out, “Just a moment, ladies! I have Mr. Rick on the line. He’s the co-owner of the Club. He says if you’ll wait a moment he’ll be more than happy to come and give you a personal tour.”

They all paused in astonishment. Zilpha felt a renewed surge of hope as Winifred began to get excited again. But Dorothy was embarrassed a VIP of the Club was coming to escort them inside.

“Co-owner? My goodness, love! Don’t go to any trouble on our account!”

“Oh, no trouble at all. I told him you were visiting from out of town. He told me he’d be happy to show you around. He’s on his way.”

“Well, if we can get in…” Zilpha started to say, sounding hopeful.

“Maybe we’d better not,” Emily mused thoughtfully, the more concerned of the group.

About that time the door opened, allowing in the sounds of the casino beyond. A man in his mid-thirties in a black tuxedo walked into the foyer while pocketing his iPhone. “Mr. Rick?” the attendant motioned. “These are the ladies I was telling you about.”

He smiled at her before turning to address the sisters. “Good evening, ladies. Welcome to our Club. Everyone here calls me Mr. Rick.”

Dorothy blushed at the star treatment they were receiving. Then she introduced herself and the others, telling him they were all sisters having come over from England. He smiled and nodded, welcoming them to America.

“I understand you ladies would like a little tour. And I understand you might be interested in doing a little gambling without being forced to wear the pregnancy sensors?”

“Would that be possible?” Zilpha asked hopefully.

Emily gave her a scowl before telling him, “We don’t want to impose or to violate any of your rules.”

“As co-owner I’m allowed the occasional transgression, so long as it follows the spirit of the Club. Now if you’ll follow me.”

Zilpha and Winifred eagerly pushed forward while Emily was hesitant. Dorothy told her they might as well go inside, especially since they were here and were about to receive the grand tour from the Club co-owner.

Mr. Rick thanked the attendant for her services. Then he led the sisters through the double doors into the casino. They were immediately hit full in the face with the sights and sounds of numerous slot machines.

He led them around, showing them rows of machines as well as several gambling tables. Then he leaned closer as though trying to be heard. “I understand you’d like to see our Entertainment Stage? It’s right this way, ladies!”

He took them to what seemed like the back of the facility. The sisters gasped in awe when they arrived and saw what was on the platform. The roulette wheel on the main floor was in operation, but otherwise the implements of death were silent yet imposing.

“Bloody hell!” Zilpha gasped in awe as she looked at everything. “Do you… I mean do you really… USE those things?? Do you really have executions up on that stage?”

“Had a lovely beheading just last night,” he told them with a smile. “It was a lady from overseas as I recall.” Then he pointed at the black guillotine as he remarked, “You can still see some of the stains. After so many beheadings, the blood kind of sticks and becomes a permanent discoloration.”

The sisters looked at the guillotine in breathless wonder, feeling varying degrees of awe as well as a certain element of perverse arousal. Dorothy and Zilpha wondered if it could have been that Swedish girl they’d met a couple nights ago. There was a certain curiosity about what might have happened to her. On the other hand, they weren’t sure they really wanted to know.

Mr. Rick smiled at them. “I understand you ladies might be interested in doing a little gambling?”

“I’m not sure…” Emily murmured uncertainly.

“Could we, uh… I don’t, uh…” But Zilpha didn’t finish the thought as she didn’t even know what she was asking for.

Mr. Rick smiled at her. “I can take you ladies back to a private gambling room if you’d like.”

“A private room?” Dorothy repeated uncertainly. She didn’t know whether this was a good idea or not.

“Of course. That way we will be undisturbed for the duration of your visit. Now if you ladies will follow me.”

Once more he led them off. Zilpha and Winifred trembled with excitement, their knickers becoming damp. Emily was concerned they might be getting themselves into something unpleasant and dangerous. Dorothy was cautiously optimistic.

They followed him to what seemed to be a lone room in the corner of the building. He used a pager on his belt to get them inside. The sisters stepped through the door, wondering what they were going to encounter.

The lights came on, revealing a roulette wheel, a card table, and a small table with numbers and an elevated perimeter used for throwing dice. A heavy curtain blocked off part of the room. Mr. Rick sat down at the card table while the ladies all joined him by sitting in chairs on the opposite side as though he’d just become their dealer.

Almost immediately an attendant appeared in the doorway with a tray of drinks. “Would you ladies like some refreshments?” Mr. Rick asked, motioning at her and the tray. They all appreciatively took something, leaving a few glasses remaining on the tray as she walked back out.

“So what would you ladies like to play?” Mr. Rick asked with a smile.

“I don’t know,” Dorothy replied uncertainly as she looked at her sisters. None of them knew what games they should try.

“What are the stakes?” Zilpha wanted to know.

“That’s a very good question,” he answered with a knowing look. “This place is frequently referred to as a Snuff Club. If that’s the case, what do YOU think the stakes should be?”

Emily nervously asked, “Are you suggesting we actually wager… with our lives??”

“Are there any higher stakes one can use to wager than one’s life, miss?”

“Bloody hell!”

Zilpha’s knickers were becoming increasingly damp. And she’d picked up a tremor in her hands. Winifred was left panting and breathless, trying to speculate whether he was joking or if they might really end up risking their lives. Dorothy wondered just how serious he was, while Emily couldn’t help thinking maybe they were getting in over their heads.

Zilpha blurted out, “You mean we could *gulp* be executed… right in this very room?”

“That’s right, miss. For our private little gambling session I think we’ll make things easier by having the executions take place right here.”

“Right here??”

In response he reached underneath the table and pushed some sort of button. That’s when the curtain started to pull away. The ladies all turned… and gasped at what had just been revealed.

On the left was a chair with straps and wires, two posts protruding up from the seat. Next to it hung a noose emerging down from the ceiling. Next to that was a small guillotine with dark red stains marking the front. On the far right was a large, glass tank.

Zilpha let out a frightened squawk, her knickers becoming wetter by the moment. But she wasn’t the only one suffering from damp underwear. Even Dorothy and Winifred were now wet and trembling. Emily simply let out a quiet whimper.

“Is there a preference how you’d like to be dispatched should you become unlucky, ladies?”

He gave them that same charming smile as he motioned at the four objects. “We tried to include smaller versions of what we have up on the Entertainment Stage. But I can assure you they are all just as lethal.”

“Bloody hell!” Emily blurted out in alarm.

“We have a trophy case with heads I neglected to show you,” he told them. “I apologize for my lack of manners. Would you like to see it?”

“Uh… perhaps not,” Emily replied with dismay.

Dorothy’s stomach was starting to churn. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see the various heads to confirm his claims. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to see the head of Mrs. Johansson if it just so happened to be there.

“What h-happens to our bodies if w-we, uh…?” Zilpha was trembling and couldn’t finish the thought.

Mr. Rick smiled politely at her. “Have you ever heard the term ‘lady fingers’? I’m sorry… a bad joke. Anyway we have a fully functional kitchen. We have a spit that rotates the body over an open fire. Some will go into the oven while others will be chopped up into smaller portions for cooking. We can certainly make arrangements to get some of your meat back to where you ladies live if you wish. That way you can have a lovely dinner to remember your time in America or a meal to celebrate the life of one of your unlucky sisters here.”

Emily looked at Dorothy as though pleading for her to do something. “Dottie?? Bloody hell, love! Are we really g-going to do this?”

“I don’t… I don’t know…”

Mr. Rick looked disappointed. “Surely you ladies are not going to back away from a little risk, are you? After all, you’ve come a long way to be here. And we did pull some strings to get you inside without those bothersome pregnancy sensors.” Then he paused as he picked up a deck of cards and shuffled it.

“I know. How about something easy? You can all draw a card. If none of you draws the joker, I’ll give you $100 for every card you draw. What do you say to that?”

“$100??” Dorothy gasped in surprise.

“$100 for each card drawn,” he told them with a smile. “Sounds like quick money to me… that is, if you’re willing to take the risk.”

“And if one of us d-draws the joker?”

He looked at Zilpha and smiled. “Then one of you lovely ladies will get to show her sisters how one of our implements of death works. Won’t that be an exciting memory to take back home?”

2018 (Written for Dorothy Jan 17 ’18 by riwa)

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A present from Santa 3.5 (6)

Posted on December 24, 2018 by riwa

(Sorry about the domain name snafu. It makes me wonder why Santa would even send me a present like this.)

It was late Christmas Eve. I had just watched a Christmas movie on my computer. Since I lived all alone there wasn’t much more I could do other than go to bed early or watch something else into Christmas day.

Imagine my surprise when I received a knock at my door. There was no one I knew who would be coming to visit. I assumed they had the wrong door and thus proceeded to ignore it.

The knocking continued. In exasperation I went to the door and opened it up. What I saw made my jaw fall to the floor.

Standing before me was a young woman in a Christmas outfit. There was white fluff around her wrists and skirt, with a thick black belt crossing her waist. White stockings went down to a set of red heels. She was showing a hell of a lot of cleavage.

“Are you the one who writes drowning stories for all those websites?”

I eyed her dubiously. “Who are you? I wasn’t expecting anybody this time of night.”

“You’ve been very good this year writing drowning stories. Santa sent me for you to drown. My name is Leanne.”

She grabbed herself as she shivered. “Could I please come in? I’m freezing to death out here.”

I still had no idea who she was. But I couldn’t very well leave her out there, could I? So I opened the door and motioned for her to come inside.

“Thank you,” she said appreciatively once indoors. “It’s really nippy outside.” I was tempted to correct her by saying it was nippily. But I didn’t want to get slapped.

“Are you sure you’ve got the right address?” I asked carefully. “I really wasn’t expecting someone as…”

“Someone as what?”

“Someone as pretty as you knocking to get inside my door.”

She blushed as she smiled warmly, brushing the hair out of her face. “You sure make a woman feel attractive.”

“I, uh… thanks.” I was trying not to stare at her cleavage.

“You write drowning stories; correct?”

“How did you know that?”

“And you go by the name of Riwa on the forums, right?”

“See, that’s just it. How do you know all this stuff?”

“I told you Santa sent me to be your Christmas present.”

“My Christmas present?”

“Of course. I’m here to drown for you.”

I was stunned. “You’re joking.”

“Not at all. I’m quite serious.”

“Yeah, but I only write stories. I’ve never engaged in the real thing.”

“Well tonight you get to engage in the real thing.” Then she smiled knowingly at me

She giggled as she stepped over in front of the fireplace. Then she smiled as she showed herself off. “Do I look like the type of person you’d like to drown?”

“Isn’t that kind of a loaded question?”

“Well let me put it to you this way. Do I look like the type of person you’d like to see holding her breath until the bubbles poured out of her nose?”

“Well, I do like bubbles.”

“But do you like drowning bubbles?”

“Yeah, they’re just as good as any other… perhaps even better.”

“That’s what I thought. That’s why Santa sent me.”

“He sent you?”

“Well your name came up for a special Christmas present. When I heard about what would be expected of me I leaped at the chance. Shall we go look at your bathroom now?”

“Hey wait a minute!” But she turned and headed off down the hall, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t worry about me. I can find it.”

I followed her to my bathroom. She wrinkled her nose at the size of my tub. “Not the biggest one I would like to drown in. But I suppose it will have to do.”

She knelt over and started the water. She tested it to determine the kind of temperature she desired. Then she started to undress right in front of me.

“Hey, wait! If you’re cold and you want to take a bath, let me get the hell out of here!”

She was half undressed as I turned to go. She grabbed me and asked me to help her finish undressing. So she sat on the toilet and gave me each foot to remove her heels and stockings.

“Perfect,” she gasped with delight. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m getting just a little bit excited and breathless about drowning for you. So I might need these.”

She held her hands out toward me. A moment later a set of metal handcuffs appeared from out of nowhere. By now I was truly unnerved.

“You’re not going to feel bad about drowning me, are you?”

“Yes, I think I just might.”

“Well don’t be. I’m here of my own free will.” Then she shook her head.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That outfit will never do.”

“What outfit? Mine?”

I looked at what I was wearing. A moment later she waved a hand. The next thing I know I’m wearing all black, a hood with eyelets over my face.

“Much better,” she told me with a smile. “I think we’ll go with the ‘intruder scenario’. How does that sound to you?”

“’Intruder scenario’?”

“Oh you know. You broke into my house and drowned me in my bath.”

“But we’re in my house. And this is my bath.”

“A small technicality Santa can easily rectify when he comes to get my body. It doesn’t really matter where this takes place, right?” Then she turned off the water as she observed, “That should be enough to drown me.”

To my shock she put her hands behind her back and cuffed her wrists. Then she climbed into the tub. She got down flat and then tested it out as though getting her bearings.

“Shall I do a couple of breathholds first?”

“Now see here!” She just smiled as she inhaled deeply and then submerged.

She got water right up her nose, but it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. She looked up at me and blew a few bubbles past her lips. Then she blew a stream of nose bubbles before she brought her head back up.

“How’s that?” she asked with a glint in her eye. “Are we ready to proceed? Or do you want another test of my breathholding abilities? Maybe you’ll want to hold me down for a really long time before I drown.”

“Now just a damned minute!” But she’d already submerged again.

She lay a bit on her side because of her cuffed wrists. I saw how erect her nipples had become. To my embarrassment I found myself getting hard.

She stayed down for quite a while. Then she came up panting for breath. She smiled as she told me, “I’m ready, Riwa.”

“So how are we supposed to do this again?”

“I’m the fair damsel and you’re the intruder. Don’t tell me you’ve never written a scenario like this one before.”

“I, uh… I’ve written so many.”

“I’ve seen you and you can’t leave any witnesses behind. You caught me in my bath and used some handcuffs you brought with you. Now we’d better get started. After all, Santa will be here after a bit to pick me back up.”

“You a toy or something?”

“I’m as real as you are.”

“Well maybe I’m not real,” I murmured, looking around my bathroom. The whole thing suddenly seemed so damned surreal.

“Just push down on my head, ok? Just for fun you can push down on one of my tits and give me a little drowning grope while you’re at it.”

“Are you sure about all this?”

“I told you Santa sent me. Now can we get this show on the road? I’m so excited thinking I’m going to drown in in the next few minutes.”

“Excited?”

“Well, I’ll admit I’m a little bit frightened. But that just adds to the arousal factor, don’t you think? And judging by your bulge I’d say I’m one Christmas present you can’t wait to drown.”

“Well, I don’t know about that…” Then I heard fireworks going off outside in the distance. Someone was ringing in Christmas with leftovers from the fourth of July.”

“Do it, Riwa! Do it now!” Then she took a big breath and submerged.

I clumsily reached down and pushed on her head. Then I put my hand on a breast. It was warm and yielding.

She grinned up at me for just a second. Then she started to struggle. Instantly I let her up.

She came up looking incredibly annoyed. “Riwa, what are you doing??”

“You were struggling!”

“I’m supposed to struggle! It’s not a home invasion if I don’t struggle. Besides, my thrashing and bubbles will make it more fun for the both of us.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just ask your bulge,” she said with a laugh.

“Don’t look down there.”

“Why not? I want you to enjoy my drowning. That will make Santa’s present special, right?”

“Well, I…”

“Now let’s get back to it. This time if I struggle you just push down even harder. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“I don’t know how long it will be before Santa comes around. So we’d better get to it.” Then she inhaled and submerged.

I put my hand down on her head. Then I put my other hand on her breast. She moaned as I squeezed it a little.

She looked up at me and smiled. Then her expression changed to one of fear. I almost let her back up again. But I didn’t want the Jolly Old Elf to be mad at the way I treated his present. I didn’t want him to kidnap my unappreciative ass and drop me off somewhere over the North Pole.

I held her down as she appeared to hold her breath. She wriggled and struggled, but I don’t think she fought very hard. I suspect she was concerned her actions might cause me to let her back up again for another breath.

It wasn’t long before nose bubbles started coming up. She really got a look of alarm in her expression. I wondered if it was from a lack of air in her lungs or a sudden change of mind.

She really began thrashing about, her legs kicking up a storm. She lost more nose bubbles. Her body appeared to kick into that instinctive reflex of struggling to survive. Then she gulped water.

She began hitching and gurgling as she convulsed at the bottom of my tub. There wasn’t a ton of water at our disposal to pull off her drowning. But apparently there was just enough.

She jerked and spasmed as she gulped water. At the last second I wondered if she’d changed her mind. Maybe it was just a natural reaction. Shamefully my natural reaction was to cream my pants.

She finally began to settle down at the bottom of the tub. Her mouth gaped open as she twitched less and less. Then she hardly moved at all.

I let her go and looked down at her. She stayed down at the bottom of the tub with her face submerged. There was no movement whatsoever.

I pulled my hands up and shook the water droplets off. I grabbed a towel and dried myself. Then I stood there staring down at her.

What the hell had I done? Was this real? I suddenly felt faint and disoriented.

I made my way to the living room where I collapsed into a chair. I tried to process in my mind what had just happened. But I couldn’t make heads or tails of it…

I jerked awake about 1:30 in the morning. I thought I heard sleigh bells outside. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but I’m not sure it helped much.

I remembered what had happened and made a mad rush to the bathroom. But the tub was empty and dry. There was no sign of my drowning victim anywhere.

I looked all around. But there was no evidence a drowning had even occurred in the bathroom. I shook my head, wondering if I’d dreamed it all.

I was about to leave when something caught my eye. I bent down and looked around the toilet. Lying there was a pair of long white ladies’ stockings.

I picked them up and stared at them in astonishment. What the hell? I found myself wondering if maybe I needed to take another nap in the hopes the whole thing would turn out to be a dream. If so, what a dream it had certainly turned out to be…

2018 (written dec 23 ’18 by riwa)

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