I owe it all to Zuzana 4.2 (20)

Posted on December 18, 2018 by riwa

(A bonus story for the holidays.)

I owe it all to Zuzana

The three of us were drinking rather heavily one night after an evening of hot lesbian sex and erotic asphyxiation. We were high off our orgasms and the wine was flowing freely. It ultimately turned out to be a deadly combination for one of us.

Zuzana looked at me and smiled. “Dusa, you should open a business doing erotic asphyxiation. Kamila here could be your assistant.”

“You’d be our regular customer,” Kamila laughed. “You’d go broke inside a month.”

I smiled as I shook my head. “Many places have already sprouted up touting the benefits of bondage and asphyxiation, Zuza. I doubt I could add anything new that would attract a clientele that is not already being served.”

“Then you could specialize.”

“In what?” Kamila wanted to know.

“Lesbian asphyxiations that result in death. You could become a certified asphyxologist… maybe even a snuffologist.”

“There are no such people,” I chided her.

“Then you could be the first, Dusa! Kamila will help you; right Kamila? After all, you operate the wand so efficiently.”

“That’s because you orgasm so easily,” she chuckled.

“You should become licensed, Dusa. There are few licensed death dealers out there. Give the customer an intimate send-off by asphyxiating her to death. It would be such an incredibly erotic ending, don’t you think?”

“I’ve never killed anyone before, Zuza.”

“But you’ve damn near killed me on several occasions.”

“That is because I can get a little caught up in your orgasms to the point where I have one of my own as I strangle the life out of you.”

“Then do it for real. I will be your first, Dusa. You can do it downstairs in your basement with the equipment you already have step up for the likes of me.”

Kamila shook her head. “Don’t be foolish, Zuza. Dusanka does not wish to strangle you to death. And you do not wish to die.”

“Oh, but I think she does. And I would be willing to be her first.”

“Zuza, you are intoxicated. We all are.”

“I really think you should get licensed and set up shop down in your basement. And I am serious when I say I will be your first. Take plenty of pictures and video of my death to advertise your services.”

“Perhaps we’d better go to bed and sleep off such a foolish idea.”

“But I’m serious! I want to be your first snuff-puppet!”

“Come on, Zuza,” I laughed, helping her stand uncertainly on her feet. “Let’s get my ‘snuff-puppet’ off to bed. You can sleep it off here for the night.” Of the three of us she needed the most help to reach the bedroom. But we wisely stopped off in the bathroom along the way.

—

Naturally I thought that would be the end of it. But the next day Zuzana was quite sober aside from a wicked hangover when she brought it up again. She suggested I get licensed right away. And once more she volunteered to be my first.

I thought she was crazy and I told her so. She said I could have a lucrative career asphyxiating as many ladies as I wanted. She said I could charge any price and there would be those who would be willing to pay.

“I told you I’m willing to be your first, Dusa.”

“Zuza, you are talking foolishness.”

“But I can see in your eyes what it does to you when you strangle me. And I know what it does to you when you rip orgasms out of my suffering body.” She did have a point although I was a little ashamed to admit how much I enjoyed it.

“Dusa, I will help you. Let us go down to the magistrate and get your license. The State will happily give you one if it means giving them more money in taxes in the end. These days there are many people willing to live out their very last day at the hands of another. At least you can give them asphyxiation orgasms while they are passing on into the next life.”

I shook my head, although by then I was actually starting to give it some thought. I still told her, “Zuza, I say you are talking foolishness.”

“And I say you should go ahead and do it. I even have the title of your business in my head. You can call it ‘Erotic Endings’.”

“Zuzana, stop with all this nonsense!” But how was I to stop someone like Zuzana? When she sets her mind on something there is no stopping her.

She dragged me off to the magistrate. Two hours later I had my license. The crazy bitch actually paid for it.

We sat through a half hour presentation on how to fill out the necessary paperwork so that everything was legal. Then Zuzana made sure I went home with twenty forms. How the hell were we supposed to find twenty people who wanted to be erotically asphyxiated to death??

She was trembling with excitement when we got back to my house. I poured her some wine to calm her down. Then she started making calls from her iPhone.

I looked at her gravely. “Zuza, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting all my affairs in order. Then we’re going to check your video gear downstairs before calling Kamila to come over.”

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you!”

“Dusa, you have no idea! Hell, I orgasmed the moment the magistrate declared you now had the authority to take a life, especially knowing the first one is going to be mine!”

“Zuza, I tell you this is foolishness!”

“Is it?” she asked as she looked me right in the eye. She put her hands on my breasts through my clothes and discovered how hard my nipples had become. Then she reached her hand under my skirt and felt how wet my underthings were.

“I was right. You are excited at the thought of snuffing me. C’mon, Dusa.”

I sighed in resignation. “Where are we going now?”

“We’re going downstairs to check your video gear. Then we’re going to call Kamila to come over and help asphyxiate me for real. Everything is almost ready. I swear I’m going to explode if we don’t get on with it!”

—

Zuzana was not satisfied with all of my equipment. So we went out and bought another camera with a tripod. I told I appreciated all her help but that I was concerned this might be going much too far.

“Oh you’re going to go far in this business, Dusa. But I’ll be going no further than tonight after you and Kamila strangle me. Now help me close out my bank accounts so I can make the transfers to your new business venture.”

There was one final stop at the bank. The manager Hamil Zobrist didn’t even bat an eye. He admitted having seen to the transfer of funds to at least half a dozen clients in the last two weeks for death purposes.

From there we called Kamila before going back to my place. Zuzana gave me the keys to her property since she had signed it all over to me to dispose of and to use the funds as necessary. Her enthusiasm had not diminished, which was unfortunate because I now found myself becoming all caught up in her excitement that I was going to strangle her to certain death.

Kamila came over to the house and soon learned all that Zuza had done. She was astonished until she saw how excited the poor slut had become. Then she saw it in my eyes.

“You really want to do this; don’t you, Dusa!”

“I… I don’t know, Kamila.”

“I can see it in your eyes. Can’t you see it in her eyes, Zuza?”

“Yes! Fucking hell yes!! You’re really looking forward to snuffing me, aren’t you, Dusa!”

“I… I…”

I got no further as she embraced me while kissing me passionately. When she pulled away she told me how turned on she was at the thought I was really going to enjoy asphyxiating her to death. She said our combined enthusiasm would be evident in the pictures and video I was to use to announce myself to the community.

Kamila shook her head. “This is foolishness.”

“That is what I keep telling her, Kamila.”

Zuza looked at her and grinned. “Just enjoy yourself using the wand on me as she strangles me to death, you bitch!”

Kamila gave her an evil glare. “I fully intend to, you stupid slut. If you are offering yourself to us then I fully intend to enjoy myself.”

“Ohhh” and the crazy cunt orgasmed right then and there. I had to help hold her upright as she nearly toppled over while panting for breath. Then she gasped, “Now get me down to the basement, Dusa! Tonight the orgasms are going to cum thick and fast.”

“And you will be dying as you experience the last one,” I breathed into her ear. I’ll be damned if she didn’t cum all over again.

She stripped out of her clothes once we got downstairs. Then we set up the cameras so that I could record everything. Kamila promised she would help me edit a good promotional clip for the media.

There was so much I was tempted to do to crazy Zuza down in the basement. But I knew of her limits. She could only go so far with her orgasms before she burned out. And I wanted her last one to be magnificent.

Kamila and I strapped her to the X-chair. It is cushioned so her muscles would not cramp. But it spread her arms and legs into such a deliciously lewd position. She was panting by the time we had her secured.

We activated the cameras before we spent several minutes touching her all over while trying to prevent her from cumming. Zuzana is one of those women who find it incredibly difficult to hold back her orgasms. But I knew how to deal with her.

We soon had her writhing and begging. I just covered her mouth and nose with my hand so she could not breathe. Her eyes widened in alarm and excitement as her chest heaved from lack of air.

I let go and she gasped for breath. I covered her mouth and nose again as Kamila continued touching her all over. Her body was trembling; she was on the verge of popping.

“You may have the honor of the first one, Kamila.” Then I choked Zuzana with my hands as Kamila began licking her.

Zuza rasped and gurgled as her body instinctively fought against me while wanting to breathe. “Does it feel good, slut?” I breathed into her ear. “Does it feel good knowing I’m going to kill you tonight?”

Her eyes rolled as she started to shudder. Kamila got a faceful of fluids. I experienced an orgasm as well, even while I was in the outfit Zuzana had suggested I wear as a professional.

Kamila and I touched her body all over again as she tried to compose herself. Then I used a bag over Zuza’s face as Kamila licked her again. Once more she got a faceful of fluids as I bagged her to near unconsciousness. She chuckled afterwards, telling me seeing video of Zuza orgasming violently should be a good sell to the clients I was attempting to reach.

We oiled her down, rubbing it deeply into her flesh before starting in earnest. Kamila used the wand on the sexy bitch until Zuzana shuddered over and over again in orgasm. Then I rigged the noose to come down from the ceiling, hooking it around her neck and cinching it up.

Kamila applied the vibrating wand while I applied the words in her ear. “Ready to die for me, Zuza?” She just kept bucking and shuddering from orgasm after orgasm.

I tightened the noose until she was really struggling to breathe. I knew she could not keep it up at this pace. Kamila applied the wand as I whispered, “Are you ready to die, my love?”

She rasped and winced as she tried to nod. “Can you feel the big one approaching, you sexy bitch?”

“Do it…. .pleeeese….. nooowwwww…” I was trembling like a leaf at her eagerness.

I nodded to Kamila. She smiled as she applied the vibrator full on. Then I tightened the noose even more until it looked like I was stretching Zuza’s neck.

She started bucking and shuddering, writhing like a wildcat against her bonds. I just giggled as I breathed into her ear, “Now I’m going to kill you, my darling. And I’m going to cum so hard while I’m doing it.”

Fluid started spraying out of her cunt. I barked at Kamila, “Keep the wand in position. This bitch is going to keep cumming as she strangles to death!” Then I winced as an orgasm overcame me.

Zuza’s body kept bucking and fighting as her back arched. Her face turned quite red before it started to take on a bluish hue. Her eyes rolled as though she was all caught up in a never ending orgasmic cycle. Then she went limp in the chair.

“Keep the wand in place just in case,” I told Kamila. A moment later Zuzana’s body seemed to go into little jerks and twitches. I found myself all out of breath as I climaxed again.

“Is she dead?” Kamila wanted to know.

“I’m not certain. Keep the wand in place.” Then I rubbed Zuza’s breasts as she started twitching a little.

I checked for a pulse, but I could not locate one. I did not think the wand was affecting my ability to find it. Then Zuza’s body seemed to orgasmically twitch again, although much less animatedly.

We kept at it for what felt like another 30 minutes until Zuzana’s body did not respond at all. I instructed Kamila to help me free her from the chair. Then I made the noose pull Kamila up into the air until the camera’s caught her hanging, her neck stretching as she pissed herself to fully indicate we had snuffed out the flame of her existence.

We left her dangling for an hour as we went upstairs for some much needed refreshments. Then we took her down and called for a disposal service. After her body was gone we looked at all the footage and spliced together some promotional material.

That was four months ago. Kamila and I have already used up those twenty forms. If anything, business seems to be picking up to the point where I’m forced to limit my services to about one client per week. And to think I owe it all to Zuzana and that one drunken night.

2018 (written Aug 3 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a Sadie manip which I included for illustration purposes.)

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A gift to the shark-god 3 (5)

Posted on December 18, 2018 by riwa

 A gift to the shark-god

 (An alternate version/fanfiction to the scene in the movie She Gods of Shark Reef.)

When Queen Pua found me I was but an orphan being sold into slavery. She rescued me and brought me to the island of Raretu, an island of women. I owed her my life and vowed to faithfully serve her as well as the others on the island.

One might have expected life to be exceptionally difficult on an island such as Raretu. But it was not. Food was plentiful and the others looked after me with love and fondness. I made many new friends until I felt as though I had found a new home of peace and security.

I soon discovered there was one concern on the island: the pleasing of Tangoroa, the shark-god. He dwelled mostly along an area of the reef, a location that was forbidden to us. I learned that anyone who swam out too far and displeased Tangoroa never returned.

Six months after I came to live upon the island we suffered through a terrible storm. Queen Pua said the shark-god was angry with us. The only way to please him was to offer one of us to him during the Ceremony. If he accepted the gift that was offered, peace and tranquility would return.

I was new to the island so I did not witness this first hand. But that morning I saw them take one of the girls out in three outriggers. Her name was Alohi and she went bravely and willingly. When they returned she was not among them. Queen Pua later told me that Tangoroa had accepted her as a gift and that peace would soon return to our island, which it did. It was something I never forgot.

Life was good and I soon got to know many of the girls that were there. But there were two that stood out – Maka and Hiwalani – and we became the closest of friends. They taught me to swim and dive for pearls and to fish and gather fruit. I grew to love them as sisters.

There were many happy years for me, although the fear of Tangoroa’s anger was never far away. Queen Pua worked hard to satisfy him. There were several Ceremonies in which we lost girls of age who I had come to know and love. But each one went bravely. I was determined to show that same bravery when my time came.

I was approaching my 19th birthday and was finally of age when a terrible storm battered our island. There were several boats of outsiders that wrecked along the reef with much loss of live. Thankfully we lost no one on Raretu. But Queen Pua was greatly distressed, and I sensed a disturbance among our people.

She took an outrigger to the reef along with Kanunu and Nohea. I asked Maka and Hiwalani if they thought Tangoroa might need a special Ceremony. If so, I sensed my opportunity to serve a greater purpose had finally come.

I was not afraid. I wanted to die bravely so that peace would once again return to our humble island and to the girls I had come to love so fiercely. So I told them of my feelings and that perhaps my time of sacrifice had finally arrived.

These were words they did not wish to hear from me as they grew silent and contemplative. I had talked of this many times in the past. They had always attempted to discourage me from offering myself to the shark-god. But my mind was already made up that one day I would go.

My memories of the sacrifice went all the way back to Alohi’s great gift to Tangoroa. I had not known her well, but she had gone bravely and willingly. If my death would subdue Tangoroa’s wrath upon our island then I was ready to offer myself to the shark-god.

Queen Pua soon returned from the reef where she called us all together. She explained how the shark-god was very angry. There was much solemn chanting and singing. Then she told us there would be a Ceremony that would take place the following morning.

Usually some volunteer would speak up to Queen Pua in private, offering to be sacrificed. I waited to learn whether one of my friends or loved ones had already asked for the honor of being given to the shark-god. I was fearful this opportunity might slip through my fingers.

Inwardly I chastised myself for not thinking to go to Queen Pua earlier.  But no one spoke up, and Queen Pua did not indicate a sacrifice had been arranged. I felt a sudden surge of excitement swell within me that perhaps it was indeed my time.

Immediately I stood up from my sitting position. Queen Pua recognized me and motioned for me to speak. I had to take a deep breath as my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

“I will go to the reef!” I said in a determined voice as a strange excitement filled me. I saw looks of surprise and admiration from the others. There were many encouraging nods and murmurs of my bravery at my willingness to participate in the Ceremony.

Maka and Hiwalani looked at me in distress. Losing me was not what they desired. To my surprise they nodded at each other before they stood up as well. “We will go with Mahia,” they declared.

I did not want them to die with me as they had full lives ahead. But they insisted as they came over to stand next to me. I have never been so proud of my dear ones as I was at that moment. Their love and sacrifice brought tears to my eyes.

Queen Pua lowered her head. I saw tears in her eyes as well. “Such bravery,” she said quietly. “I see Tangoroa has spoken to all your hearts indicating the sacrifice that needs to be made.”

When she looked at me I saw the sorrow displayed in her eyes. She loved me greatly. It is said she had never turned away a volunteer before, no matter who it had been. But this time she could not help but speak.

“I do not wish you to go, Mahia,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“But I wish it, Queen Pua,” I replied solemnly, my voice resolute. “I know how important it is to our island and our people that Tangoroa accept my gift. I have waited for this moment since I first learned of Alohi’s great sacrifice.”

I had no illusions of what lay in store for me should I ride out to the reef in an outrigger. In order for the shark-god to be appeased one of us would have to be eaten. I considered it an honor as well as an offering of great importance to my people.

Maka and Hiwalani put their hands on me for encouragement as we stood together. Queen Pua had tears in her eyes. I heard many sobs and sniffles as well as kind words of our love for our island and our unmatched bravery. Then Queen Pua nodded her head.

“It is done,” she declared solemnly. “The Ceremony will take place in the morning.” Then she walked away as others stood up and gathered around us for a period of celebration and mourning.

—

My last evening was spent in the company of Maka and Hiwalani. I told them how proud I was to be called their friend when they had stood up and offered to join me. They responded by saying how they could not live knowing I had offered myself as a gift to the shark-god when they had not.

They knew how important this was. Tangoroa must eat one of us to be appeased. So we chanted and sang; we even cried together.

Then in a moment of quiet they began to tend to me in a special way.

They used their hands to apply fragrant oils to my body. It greatly heightened my senses. Then they started kissing and fondling me.

We had touched each other many times before, both on land and in the water. But never like this. It made me feel closer to them than I had ever felt before.

I was on fire with a strange excitement. They used their lips and tongues on me in places that made me tremble. Then I felt an incredible sensation within me, like a wave crashing onto the shore in a great wind.

Our bodies writhed together as we used our hands, lips and tongues on each other. The pleasures we experienced were unlike anything I had ever known before. It filled me with sadness knowing we would never experience those pleasures again. I vowed to take their great love with me once I stepped off the outrigger to meet the shark-god.

—

The next morning we bravely walked down to the beach to the outriggers as though it was just another day of pearl diving. The girls going out with us gathered around and bound our wrists together with leis of pretty flowers. Then they helped us into separate outriggers.

I was sad to have Queen Pua in my outrigger. I could see how she tried to hide the sorrow in her expression. I felt so powerless not to be able to take it away and thus to comfort her.

At the same time I felt a great sense of honor she wanted to deliver me personally to the shark-god. My heart soared with pride as I vowed not to disappoint her and the rest of our people. Then our outriggers left the beach as we made our way to the reef.

We were heading to a very special place out on the reef, the place where the shark-god could be found. Queen Pua had once told me there was a sacred marker submerged there identifying the location. She said that was where all the gifts were offered because that was where Tangoroa was most likely to appear. I found myself hoping I would get to see that marker for myself before the shark-god found me and bit into my soft, tender flesh.

When we arrived I saw them prepare Maka first. I was a bit jealous as I wanted to be the first one whose gift would be accepted by feeling those jaws bite into my flesh. But I knew it would be a great honor for her if Tangoroa found her first. I did not wish to deprive her of that.

Queen Pua solemnly grasped me as we stood up. I found myself trembling, whether from fear or excitement I did not know. There were no words between us now; she was all formality. We had already said our goodbyes; there were no more words to express to each other.

There was great anxiety among everyone in the outriggers. Would our gifts be accepted? Then Queen Pua looked down into the water, seeing what I saw as well. The shark-god was here; our gifts would be accepted!

“Tangoroa has arrived!” she said in a loud voice, causing the others in their outriggers to murmur with great excitement.

I prayed silently; would Tangoroa accept me? Or would the shark-god find Maka and claim her first? It would be a great honor for her if he did. I stood there watching her, proud to call her my beloved… proud to give her the honor of entering the water as the first offering.

I inhaled sharply as she was pushed into the water. My mind swirled with many thoughts: what was she feeling; what was she thinking?? Was she as excited as I was? I only hoped I would be just as brave when it was my turn to go.

I saw her in the water near the sacred marker. Now Tangoroa would be able to find her easily. But shamefully I hoped it would be my gift he would find first.

Then it was Hiwalani’s turn. She said not a word, did not cry out or make a sound when she was pushed in as well. I was so proud of her as she went straight down without a struggle.

Queen Pua stood behind me, her eyes set like flint. She knew what she had to do. She did it unflinchingly, regardless of who it was she was offering to the shark-god.

I found myself wondering what thoughts were passing through her mind. Was she thinking of that day she had first brought me to the island? I know I certainly was.

I steeled myself as I prepared to be offered to the shark-god. I was suddenly hit with a multitude of emotions. But chief among them was my great desire to be reunited with Maka and Hiwalani under the surface.

All too sudden Queen Pua pushed me into the water. I experienced a mixture of fear and excitement, my heart soaring as I went over the side and entered the cool sea with a splash. My fervent hope was that I would see the marker up close… and that Tangoroa would come for me.

Instinctively I held my breath as I went down. After all, I did not wish to drown before the shark-god had a chance to find me. With all the times I had been underwater I knew I could hold my breath for a long time, certainly long enough for Tangoroa to seek me out.

I saw the marker up close, and I hoped it would not be much longer. Instinctively I struggled with the leis tying my wrists together. It was a new sensation being in the water and not returning immediately to the surface. I had to remind myself of my purpose for being here and not to panic or struggle to swim back up.

I looked around and found Maka and Hiwalani close by. They were bubbling while holding their breath as they struggled to remain near the bottom. Then I saw them motion.

I turned to look. That’s when my excitement swelled in my chest. For there he was… Tangoroa the shark-god. And he appeared to have seen me.

I felt both fear and excitement as I purposely began swimming toward him, the excitement swelling within me. Perhaps if he saw my eagerness he would more readily accept my gift. It was terrifying and yet thrilling to see him come right at me.

At the last possible moment I suddenly panicked, especially when he opened those powerful jaws and I saw those rows of teeth. I let out a bubbly scream as my body tried to swim away. Shamefully I could not seem to stop myself.

I was filled with reverent wonder as well as a great terror. Then he clamped down upon my soft flesh. In that moment I knew he’d accepted my gift. But it was a terror I had not anticipated.

I experienced a great agony I had not thought possible as I screamed my breath away. Then I gulped a mouthful of water. My body instantly reacted in protest.

I shuddered from that same pleasure Maka and Hiwalani had bestowed on me from the night before. A moment later I was drowning in the mouth of Tangoroa the shark-god. It was so strange how I was feeling both pleasure and agony.

The pain was indescribable, yet I suddenly experienced a great euphoria. Was this the true meaning of being the sacrifice to the shark-god, to be consumed as one drowned in the midst of great pain and pleasure? Despite my suffering I felt great pride and honor that my gift had been accepted.

Tangoroa violently shook me in his mouth, and I coughed up blood and water. Before my vision faded I saw Maka and Hiwalani. They were joining me by deliberately opening their mouths and lungs, drowning right along with me as their bodies painfully spasmed and convulsed.

It was with great joy that I closed my eyes and bubbled my last, giving myself fully to the shark-god in the hopes our island and the people I had grown to know and love would once again know peace and tranquility…

2014; 2018 (written for Hitomi Apr 13 ’14; ed. Oct 3 ‘18 by riwa)

(The idea was inspired by the movie She Gods of Shark Reef. The vidcaps are from that movie and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Wicked Wanda – Kim gives in 4.2 (14)

Posted on December 12, 2018 by riwa

A bonus doubleheader for your holidays. Enjoy!

Ladies and Gentlemen, Famous at the End is proud to introduce to you…

Wicked Wanda!

Four bare-chested men in jeans sit in a mostly bare white room, waiting patiently. Chet sits on a bed reading a book, clearly growing impatient. Allan sits on a stool while going through his iPhone. Manny is on the other side of the room looking at a porno mag. Derek watches porn on a laptop sitting on a desk.

They do not know each other. But they are here for one purpose. They have gathered together to gangbang a prostitute being provided to them.

The door slides open and Wanda appears. She’s a full figured, sultry blonde standing at about five feet five inches. She is shorter than the men in the room.

She wears a very short black dress, fishnet stockings, and high heels. Her outfit proudly proclaims she is a slut. But she is here only for herself.

She walks right up to Chet sitting on the bed, now having his full attention. She paws his chest as he smiles at her. She teasingly rubs his crotch where a bulge starts to grow. Then she haughtily pushes him backward onto the bed.

She walks over to Allan who is all but drooling. She examines him closely, taking in the heady aroma of his manliness. She moves close to kiss his lips. But she smiles as she puts a hand between them, giving him a “humpf” before moving on.

She walks across to Manny who has been watching the entire time. He gives her his most charming smile. She runs a hand over his bare chest, noticing the growing bulge in his jeans. Then she gives him a derisive “Hah” before giving him the cold shoulder.

She goes over to Derek and gives him a good looking over. He eyes her up and down, no doubt looking forward to sticking his dick in one of her holes. She just snorts with disgust.

Wanda moves to the middle of the room as the guys get up and come over to surround her. She examines them all a second time. Then she rolls her eyes and looks upward as though asking, “Really? This is all you’ve got for me?”

They reach out to touch her body. But she shows no enthusiasm. They feel her up and grope her mounds. But she acts bored.

A couple try to kiss her. But she coldly turns her head away. She’s not the least bit interested.

They start lifting the hem of her short dress to feel up the skimpy garment covering her holes. She does not respond. Seeing her lack of enthusiasm makes them become frustrated.

Chet angrily goes over to the bed and grabs a remote control. One button makes a small section of ceiling slide open. Another causes a thick, black noose to lower.

He gives Wanda an ominous, leering look. She looks up at the noose and snorts. Her expression says, “Really? That’s all you’ve got for me?”

Manny grabs the noose and rubs it all over her as though trying to intimidate her. She doesn’t act the slightest bit afraid. As a result, her “customers” become more irritated.

Hands grope and paw, working together to force her out of her dress. She’s left in a thin black top that partially covers her mounds. A small set of bottoms protect her crotch. Both pieces have little white, plastic clips holding each one together.

On her right Manny pulls the noose down and loops it around her throat. She doesn’t even acknowledge his presence. He snugs it up, tightening it up behind her right ear. She doesn’t resist.

The fishnet stockings and heels are roughly removed. She grunts once, but otherwise she makes no move to stop them. It’s as though she believes they are beneath her and are not a threat.

The men pull her top aside, exposing her mounds. Her nipples are erect, her breasts quivering. But she doesn’t seem to mind, even as she casually loops one hand over Chet’s shoulder while another goes over Derek’s. It’s as though she doesn’t care what they do to her.

Manny takes the remote and activates the controls. The noose tightens, tipping her head. Amazingly she continues with her haughty attitude.

Derek and Chet start sucking on her nipples. Wanda acts uninterested. That’s when Allan pops the little clips to her top, allowing it to fall into his hands.

He tugs on the noose while looking at the others. They all nod in agreement. That’s when he grabs Wanda’s arms and forcefully pulls them behind her back, securing her wrists with her top. Wanda forces a yawn to indicate her lack of interest.

Chet and Derek pop the little white clips holding her bottoms in place. The garment falls away. Then all four begin groping, fondling and molesting her.

Hands and mouths are all over her. Fingers slide in and out of her cunt, which has slickened from her juices. She may act disinterested. But her body cannot reject the sensations she is experiencing.

The guys all nod at each other. Then they step back, giving Wanda all the space she needs. Manny operates the controls to the remote, and the rope pulls Wanda to her toes.

She trembles as she shifts around on the balls of her feet. The guys watch her for any signs of contrition. But there are none.

They all remove their jeans and briefs, revealing four impressive erections. Wanda doesn’t acknowledge their lust and desire in the slightest. She tries to fake another yawn, even as the rope makes it a challenge to breathe.

The guys silently motion at Wanda as though trying to figure out what to do with her. Chet grabs an imaginary noose around his neck and pulls, tilting his head to one side and making a face while sticking his tongue out as though telling them, “Let’s hang the bitch.” The others nod in agreement.

They look at Wanda as she looks back at them with disinterest despite the rope around her neck. She looks as though she doesn’t care and that she’s daring them to hang her. Manny’s face clouds angrily as he pushes a button.

Wanda gawks as she’s lifted up into the air. It is evident she’s in pain. But even now she tries not to show it.

Her legs flutter for the floor below, her toes wriggling and curling. Then she begins to kick. She’s certainly feeling it now. But she looks at them as though sneering, “Really?”

Derek and Manny walk up to her and grab her legs, obscenely splitting them apart. Chet walks up and sticks his dick into her. She rasps and gurgles as Allan savagely gropes her mounds while she’s being fucked.

After a nice, long fuck, Chet pulls out to leave a white creamy substance leaking out of her hole.  Allan steps up to take his place as Derek and Manny continue to keep her legs spread. But this time Allan forces his dick up her ass.

Wanda jerks and gurgles as he fucks her hard. When he eventually pulls out, a second load trickles down her inner thighs. Then Derek and Manny let go, allowing her to dangle as her legs kick weakly.

This time Chet and Allan grab her legs and pull them apart again, revealing Wanda’s well fucked pussy with cream leaking out. Manny moves in to add his load, fucking her hard while Derek savagely mauls her tits. Wanda jerks and gurgles, her face red and her neck appearing to lengthen a little.

When Manny is done, a second deposit has been uploaded into her cunt. That’s when Derek steps up and cruelly shoves his dick up her previously fucked ass. He gives it to her nice and hard, enjoying the way she flinches and jerks.

When he is done, he pulls out, leaving a matching second load leaking out of her ass. Then Chet and Allan let go of her legs. The guys all step back and stroke themselves as Wanda tiredly sways back and forth.

She hitches and jerks as a stream of urine trickles down her legs and splatters the floor. Her tongue protrudes out of her mouth as her eyes glaze over. Then the guys start pushing her naked body back and forth, setting it to swinging as they stroke themselves.

When it looks like she is gone, they step up to her one by one, shooting one last load on her pussy and tummy. Wanda gets all four loads to cream her naked body. Then the guys grab their clothes and walk out of the room, leaving Wanda’s naked body gently swaying back and forth as her well-fucked corpse twists and turns…

2018 (written for Sadie May 24 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a Sadie manip which I included.)

Kim gives in

Lawrence tried hard to get me to go out on a date with him. I dragged him along for weeks. In fact I found it so amusing the way he pursued me that I dragged it on for months. We kept flirting at the office, but every time he made a pass I politely turned him down. I didn’t want to give in, but I didn’t want to discourage him either as I was enjoying all the fun we were having.

His features were chiseled and rugged; he was handsome and dressed well. I don’t know what it was that made me drag things on like I did. Maybe I was just enjoying the game.

One night at an office party I had one drink too many. My inhibitions were lowered enough for Lawrence to make his move. When he invited me back to his place I was too horny and intoxicated to say no.

Once we got back to his place we wasted no time locking lips and making out. I was getting hornier by the moment. But I had enough presence of mind to know what I was doing and what I wanted.

I told him I wanted him bad, and he devoured me with his lips. But still he wouldn’t take me. Now I was getting frustrated.

“Please!” I begged as he kissed me all over. “Lawrence I want it so bad! This is your chance! You’ve been pursuing me for months!”

“How bad to you want it, Kim?” he murmured.

“Gawd; Lawrence; I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?”

“Yes, damn you! I’m so fucking wet I can’t hardly stand it!”

He took me deeper into his home, making me hope we were heading to his bedroom. Instead we entered some sort of playroom. There was a wooden cross with straps, a bed with restraints on the corners, and a table with all sorts of sex toys. Off in a corner a thick noose dangled ominously.

I stiffened as I looked all around. “Who the hell are you, Lawrence?”

“I’m a man who wants to possess you tonight, Kim. Do you want to be possessed?”

“I… I don’t… damn, Lawrence!”

He removed his tie and slowly brought my arms behind my back. I stiffened, but for some reason I didn’t stop him as he tied my wrists together. Then he took me over and sat me underneath the noose on a raised stool.

“Lawrence, I don’t… I don’t want…” That’s when he pulled down a corner of my dress, deliberately exposing my left breast. I inhaled sharply, torn between desire and alarm.

He kissed and sucked on my nipple until I was writhing and moaning. “Fuck me, Lawrence; damn you!” In response he pulled down the noose, slipped it around my throat and then tightened it up.

“Lawrence?? What the fuck are you…?” Then he pulled down my panties. I was wet as hell.

He began licking my pussy as I sat there, arms behind my back and that damned noose around my neck. It scared the shit out of me. But it was also more arousing than anything I’d ever experienced before. Besides, the bastard seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

I gasped; I moaned; I trembled; I leaked from an insane arousal. He knew exactly where and how to apply his tongue. I was going crazy with desire, my intoxication hindering my common sense just enough.

“Oh Lawrence!” I moaned. “Damn you!” Then he licked a cum right out of me. It was better than any time I had ever masturbated.

He finally paused to look me right in the eye. “Do you want more, Kim?”

“Damn you, Lawrence!”

“Do you want more?” Two fingers wriggled in my slit, making me writhe as I whimpered, “Yes, damn you!”

He grabbed on the end of the rope and pulled me to my feet. I gawked as the noose tightened. I gasped his name in alarm, only for him to pull me up onto the balls of my feet. Then he tied off that damned rope.

I shuffled around on my toes, trying like hell not to strangle myself. I gasped, “Lawrence… you’ve got… too… tight…” Then he unzipped his fly. Gawd; his dick looked incredible!

He came right up to me and rubbed it against me. “Do you want it, Kim?”

“Gawd, Lawrence! Take *rasp* take me down!” *gawk*

“Kim, do you want it?”

FUCK!

In desperation I wrapped my legs around him, strangling myself even more during the attempt. I tried to climb him until I finally felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. Somehow I wriggled around until I got him to impale me with it.

The sensation was incredible, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The asphyxiation was doing strangely arousing things to me. He just stood there smiling at me.

I glurked an obscenity as I started riding him. Up and down, up and down… my hungering womanhood trying to take him deep. I found myself clenching around his thick shaft. When the bastard stuck a finger up my ass it really made me clamp on tight!

I was torn between my desire for his cock and my desire for air. I worked myself up and down, trying to ride him while at the same time working to ease the strain around my throat. My lusts won out as I strangled myself while impaling myself on his gorgeous member.

The orgasm that hit was as massive as it was unexpected. I stiffened and then shuddered as my pussy furiously milked him. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

It was at that point he started fucking me. “I want you, Kim,” he breathed as he started to pump me. Gawd; it was such a fucking turn-on to be wanted by him like that – bound, noosed, strangled and fucked!

I felt him swell inside me. That’s when he stuck two fingers up my ass. I gawked as I clenched around his throbbing shaft until he emptied himself deep inside me. That’s when I came even harder than the last time.

We both panted for breath as I hung limp on his shaft, my legs dangling. Then he slowly pulled out, his cum running down my thighs. That’s when I realized I couldn’t find the floor!

My toes fluttered as he smiled at me. I tried to gasp my alarm, but I couldn’t force any words out. My windpipe had been all but closed off. When the hell had he tightened my noose??

He went over to his table and got a couple of toys as I kicked and twisted. “Let’s see how long you can keep these inside you, Kim.” Then he pushed a vibrating dildo up my cunt while shoving another up my ass.

I gawked as my legs started to kick. I furiously milked both toys inside me as I started to hump. I was fucking them while hanging from the noose! Gawd, I couldn’t stop fucking them!!

“I want you, Kim,” he breathed as he started to stroke himself. “I want you to hang so bad!” That’s when my eyes flew open in astonishment and horror.

I began to kick and jerk as I tried to shake the noose off from around my neck. My arms jerked behind my back as I tried to free myself. The whole time I clenched and fucked those two vibrating dildos up my holes. And he just stood there stroking himself the whole time as he watched me!!

Gawd; he was hanging me! He really wanted to hang me!! I couldn’t… I didn’t… this was insane! And yet… and yet I… and yet strangely it was as though I wanted to hang for him.

It swelled within me until I couldn’t hold back. Then I was humping the air, fucking those toys in my holes. That damned orgasm was the strongest one yet, and it battered me senseless.

It took everything out of me until I hung limp and lifeless. I could hardly breathe, could hardly think. I hear something hit the floor, and I vaguely realized I’d lost the one up my cunt.

“You want me to fuck you one last time; don’t you, Kim.” And with that the bastard stepped forward. He lifted me up and guided me until I felt part of his cock inside me.

I jerked and gurgled as I tried to fuck him… well, as my body instinctively tried to fuck him. My mind was in another plane as I hung between life and death. I felt a strange mixture of pain and pleasure.

My pussy clenched and spasmed until he started to swell inside me again. Then he was cumming… and I was cumming right along with him as I was fading away. I think I peed all over him. Then I spiraled away into oblivion, orgasming all the way down…

2017 (written Dec 3 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by a manip I found which I lncluded.)

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Under the influence 3.4 (8)

Posted on December 12, 2018 by riwa

They decided to spend the night at Katherine’s house. Samantha provided the liquor while Kate provided the food and a couple of joints. Soon the two friends were feeling no pain.

A beverage spill made Kate go into her bathroom to draw a bath. Sam followed her in where they started making out. The clothes quickly came off as they started kissing and fondling each other.

It wasn’t a very big bathtub. But it was certainly big enough for the two of them to crawl in together. Soon they were getting each other wet while laughing and making out some more.

They slipped until Kate found herself on top of Sam. Her friend let out a cry of surprise. Then they started laughing again.

Kate pushed her under and watched the bubbles come up. She let Sam back up, coughing and sputtering and laughing. She kissed her before pushing her back under.

More bubbles came up before Kate let her back up. Sam was still coughing and laughing. But now Kate was horny. And from the looks of her friend’s erect nipples, Sam was horny too.

She deliberately pushed her under. “Eat me!” she declared. Sam thrashed about, her legs kicking every which way as Kate sat on her face.

She let her back up, only to see Sam coughing and sputtering and laughing again. Eat me!” she repeated. Then she sat back down on Samantha’s face.

The woman underneath her settled down. Then Katherine felt a tongue start to poke and prod. She gasped, “That’s the spot!” as she tipped her head back and moaned.

She adjusted her position on top of her friend so the tongue could work its magic. Sam stopped struggling as she licked and tongued Kate’s labia and swollen nub. Katherine moaned as she rode the face in the water underneath her.

She let Samantha up for another breath. Sam sputtered, “Hey, bitch! I can only hold my breath so long, ok?”

“You can hold it long enough to get me off, right?” And with that Katherine pushed her back under before squatting on her face again.

The tongue returned, causing her to tip her head back and moan. Samantha wriggled a little, her hands flailing. But all Katherine cared about was the pleasure that mouth was working into her pussy.

She let Samantha back up for another breath. “What’s the matter, honey… can’t breathe down there?” Then she laughed as she squatted on her face again. Bubbles came up as Sam fumbled around with her hands.

Hands started to fondle and caress her breasts. Kate gasped with pleasure… “Gawd, baby; you’re going to make me cum!” Katherine must have heard her because she started groping and squeezing more aggressively.

She began to grind her cunt back and forth across Samantha’s face. Seeing the woman start to struggle beneath her was such a turn-on. Sam started to struggle again, but it only made Katherine even more aroused.

Sexy bubbles started coming up as Katherine felt it start to swell within her. She began humping Sam’s face as she gasped and moaned. In her drunken stupor, the only thing that concerned her was her approaching orgasm.

The more Sam struggled, the closer Katherine got. Then it swelled within her. She tipped her head back and screamed her orgasm as the water began to settle underneath her.

She winced and shuddered as it washed hotly through her body. It was amazing! She hadn’t cum like that in a long time. They would have to get together and make out in the tub more often if Sam’s tongue could do that to her along with all those tingly bubbles.

She shifted her position so her friend could rise up for another breath. “Damn, baby! You made me cum so fucking hard!” Samantha just stared up at her, eyes vacant and mouth gaping open.

“Ok, Sam. Damn, girl! You don’t have to show off how well you can hold your breath for me! Come up already; I had my orgasm!” But there was no movement from below.

“Sam? SAM?? WAKE UP!”

Kate pulled her friend’s head up out of the water. Samantha just stared with a vacant expression. There was no sharp intake of air from the need to catch her breath.

“Sam?? SAM?? OHMYGAWD; WAKE UP!” There was no response.

Katherine panicked as she let go of her friend’s head. Samantha’s head bounced until her face was fully submerged again as Kate climbed out of the tub. Then she started stumbling around, wondering what she should do. She finally stumbled out of the bathroom naked and dripping wet as she fumbled around trying to find a phone to call for an ambulance.

(Jul 24 ’18)

(Photos found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes.)

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Famous at the end – Nikki’s bagging 4.4 (28)

Posted on December 6, 2018 by riwa

Cynthia Packmaster was sitting at her desk reviewing the ratings from their latest airing when her assistant buzzed the intercom. “Cynthia, there’s a Nikki Lotharinga here to see you. She wants to be on our show.”

Cynthia calmly put the paperwork away in a drawer. “Send her in, Jessie.” A moment later the door opened.

Cynthia took a long look at the pretty young blonde in the short black dress standing in the doorway. The top of the dress was showing an ample amount of cleavage from a set of large, attractive breasts. The hem of the garment barely concealed what was being worn underneath.

She was carrying a small paper bag that didn’t look like it contained very much. Cynthia wondered what this attractive woman could offer them and why she might want to kill herself. She motioned for her to have the seat directly in front of her desk.

The young woman accepted as she sat down. Clearly she was excited. In fact, she seemed to be trembling.

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Packmaster. I’ll get right to the point. My name is Nikki Lotharinga. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“How can we help you, Miss Lotharinga?

Nikki paused before smiling excitedly. “It’s simple really. I want to be on your show.”

“Do you understand the seriousness of what you are saying to me, Miss Lotharinga?”

“I fully understand, Miss Packmaster.”

Cynthia sat back in her chair and crossed her fingers. “Tell me why you want to be on our show, Miss Lotharinga?”

“I recently watched your show with Daisy, Miss Packwood… the one where she strangled herself to death on the bed? I could tell how turned on she was as she died. I want to die like that too. I want to be famous at the end.”

“What do you have to offer us, Nikki?”

“Just this, Miss Packwood.”

Nikki reached into her sack and pulled out a clear plastic bag. Cynthia looked at it skeptically. “You want to bag yourself, Miss Lotharinga?”

“Yes, ma’am. I want to bag myself on a bed just like what happened to Daisy.”

“I see.” Then she paused before adding, “It looks like I’ll need to call for an assistant after we sign all the paperwork.”

“Oh no, ma’am,” Nikki reassured her. “I can do all this myself. All you need to do is set up the cameras.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yes, ma’am. I’ve had lots of practice getting off while bagging myself. I can do all this on my own.”

“So is that all you will be doing for us, Miss Lotharinga?”

“Oh no, ma’am. I plan on cumming two or three times before I die. You see…” and she blushed with embarrassment. “Right now I have a vibrating egg in my pussy. And I have the remote in the sack. Once I get started I’ll simply turn it on and cum up a storm while I struggle to breathe.”

“And how do you propose to carry this out, Miss Lotharinga?”

“I’ll bag myself once as a practice run to show everyone what happens. I’ll even explain what’s happening to me. Afterwards I’ll remove the bag to catch my breath. Then I’ll do the second one for real.”

Cynthia leaned forward, intrigued at this young woman and her proposal. “Are you sure you want to go through with this, Miss Lotharinga? You realize we will not be able to bring you back.”

“Oh yes, Ma’am. A bunch of the girls from the sorority will be watching. They dared me to do this, and I want them to be watching when I go through with it. Besides, I’m hoping my airing gets better ratings than Daisy’s. I admired her enthusiasm and the way she went out. It looked very erotic.”

“Well, we can certainly record it for tomorrow night’s airing if you wish.”

“I’d really like that, Miss Packwood. In fact I’m so excited that I’m ready to get started. Besides, I’ve had this egg inside me for a while now and I really need to cum.”

“What do you plan on wearing for the show?”

“Oh, I’m just going to wear this, Miss Packwood. I don’t have to strip naked for this one. Besides, I think it shows how sexy I look without taking anything off. Everyone will still be able to tell when I’m cumming.

“Very well,” Cynthia said with a smile as she reached into a drawer. “I’m intrigued to see what you have planned for us, Miss Lotharinga. Let’s get the paperwork signed and get you into a room.”

—

Nikki sat on the bed and smiled at the camera. She’d already pulled out the items she would need from her bag. She was horny from having the egg inside her all day. She was eager to get started.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” she said to the camera positioned directly in front of her. “My name is Nikki Lotharinga. Tonight I’m going to be bagging myself for your viewing pleasure. I’m going to be Famous at the End.”

“I’d like to give a shout-out to all the sorority girls at Phi Omicron Rho Nu. I bet you didn’t think I was going to go through with it, did you. Well you were wrong. Bagging has always been a sexual thrill for me. Tonight I plan on cumming up a storm while I die for your viewing pleasure. So let’s get started.”

She reached down and grabbed the bag she’d brought with her. “This is a clear, sealed bag,” she explained to the camera as she held it up. “Sometimes when I’m bagging myself I like to watch myself in a mirror. There’s a little monitor right here on this camera in front of me so I can watch what I’m doing. After all, I want to make sure I give you all a good show.”

She pulled the bag down over her head. Then she reached for some hosiery she’d brought with her. “These are my nylons,” she told the camera. “I wore them today into the studio. So I’m going to be sealing the bag with my own nylons.”

She wrapped then around her neck, securing them behind her head. She felt a surge of excitement at what she was doing. She hoped she hadn’t tied them too tightly as she wanted to give the viewing audience a couple of performances.

She smiled as she reached for another set of hosiery. “Next, I tie my arms behind my back so I can’t interfere with the fun I’m going to have. With my arms secured, it means I’m going to cum so hard having all this breathless fun.”

She finished securing her arms. Then she reached down behind her and activated the remote behind her back that was hidden out of sight. The egg instantly buzzed to life.

“There,” she panted breathlessly. “Now all I do is lie back and enjoy the orgasms.” And with that she went backward onto the bed, revealing the white panties she was wearing underneath her dress.

She began to writhe and moan as her breath got stale inside the bag. She wriggled and squirmed, her pussy clenching around the buzzing egg. “Oh gawd!” she moaned aloud.

The bag began to inflate and deflate as she lay there moaning like crazy. She writhed and wriggled until it finally crested. “FUCK!” she cried out as she stiffened and then shuddered hard in orgasm.

Nikki abruptly rose up into a sitting position. She frantically fumbled to shed the nylons securing her wrists together. It was obvious to one and all she was breathing heavy, the bag inflating and deflating.

She finally got her arms free. Nikki frantically unwound the nylons around her neck. Then she pulled the bag open, receiving an influx of fresh air.

She panted like crazy as she waved her hand across her face. “Wow,” she told the camera. “That one really got me off. I’ve been horny all day; I really needed that orgasm.”

“So that’s how I bag myself into having juicy orgasms,” she told the camera. “Now it’s time to go all the way. I’ll talk you through this as much as I can.” Then she paused before adding, “I’m so excited I might just cum again before I even get the bag over my head.”

She picked it back up and pulled it down over her head. “I should tell you all I have a vibrating egg inside my pussy, helping me with these wonderful orgasms. I’m really looking forward to this next one. Now I’ve got to get this all sealed up.”

She wrapped the nylons around her neck again. “They feel good around my throat,” she said in a quivering voice. “Gawd; I’m so fucking excited. Oops; sorry about my language.”

She grabbed the other nylons and worked them behind her. “Now I’m tying my wrists behind my back again. This time I’m putting a harder knot in them so I can’t get free. I don’t want to spoil the fun for all you viewers… especially my sisters back at the sorority.”

She got them as tight as she could. “Gawd, I feel another orgasm coming on! I think I’d better lie down for this one, folks!” Then she went over onto her back.

She panted like crazy as she began writhing and wriggling. Her moans were audible as she gasped, “Oh gawd… oh fuck… I’m really doing this… oh gawd; I’m going to cum!”

She began to wriggle and squirm as she gasped and moaned. Then she stiffened as she cried out, “FUCK, I’M… FUCK!” Then she shuddered hard in orgasm.

She rose up to smile at the camera, dizzy and breathless as the bag started to cling to her face. “This is it,” she said, struggling to breathe. “It’s getting… harder now… egg is buzzing… I think… I’m gonna have… one more…”

She tried to take in a decent breath, only to pull the plastic into her mouth. “Getting harder…” she tried to speak, only to suck the plastic hard into her mouth as she tried to breathe again.

She began to struggle, her arms jerking behind her back. The plastic kept sucking to her face until she exhaled. It was clear she was getting dizzy. She was also moaning as her body appeared to be wriggling and squirming.

She tried to look at the camera. But now her face was showing the agony from lack of air. It looked like she was beginning to panic.

She went over backward onto the bed, her body writhing. The moans were barely audible as she humped upon the bed. She appeared to stiffen before she shuddered hard.

Nikki’s lips began to turn blue as the bag clung to her face. It looked like she was hardly breathing at all. Her panties were visibly soaked as she humped a little more.

She shuddered hard again as though cumming one last time. But it appeared she was no longer breathing. She lifelessly gazed upward with a vacant expression on her face.

—

In the control room Cynthia watched the monitor with a glazed look in her eyes. She was extremely aroused as Nikki lay there unmoving. “Gawd!” she panted rapturously.

The scene remained like that for several minutes as the camera took a close-up of the lifeless woman’s face. Her eyes had glazed over and there was a bluish tint to her expression. Then the voice of Cynthia’s assistant climaxed the scene by saying, “There she is, ladies and gentlemen… Nikki Lotharinga… Famous at the End. Thank you so much, Nikki.” Then the image faded as the cameras were shut off…

© 2018 (written Jan 17 ’18 by riwa)

(vidcaps are from a clip I found and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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My visit to a Snuff Beach 4.4 (46)

Posted on December 6, 2018 by riwa

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

My visit to a Snuff Beach

I’ve had drowning fantasies for as long as I can remember. When I was a teen I had a boyfriend who held me under too long. I swallowed water, but he pulled me back up before he’d done any permanent damage.

Oh I was furious, and we broke up soon after. But I never told him how hard I’d cum. After that I was hooked.

I went through several more boyfriends until I found one who enjoyed the water every bit as much as I did. I practiced holding my breath while keeping my mouth busy by sucking his cock underwater. It was a thrill seeing how turned on I could make him.

He began forcing me to hold my breath longer and longer while trying to delay his ejaculation. He loved the way I struggled as the bubbles came up. And I loved the way he forced me.

My second orgasm underwater took place when we were in a motel swimming pool. Erik really forced me to hold my breath as he fucked my mouth. I started to panic as my lungs heaved. Then I got his load along with a mouthful of water, and I went off like a rocket.

Afterwards we began experimenting with having sex underwater. I started having more orgasms while being forced to hold my breath. When a pool wasn’t handy Erik would bend me over a tub filled with water and fuck me until my orgasm bubbles came up.

One day I was searching for drowning situations on the internet when I stumbled upon the tidal stakes at Santamos Island. The more I read up on the place, the more excited I became. The idea of being tied and drowning as the tide came in was a real thrill.

When I told Erik about it he said it sounded like a lot of fun. His only disappointment was that it would be harder to have sex that way. And he would have to wait until the water got really high so he could get one last blowjob out of me before the water rose above my head.

I liked the way he was thinking. I told him if only there was a way I could give him a blowjob as the water rose above my head until I drowned. I said I liked the idea of dying on one of Santamos Island’s Snuff Beaches with a mouthful of cum and flooded lungs.

“We could always bury you in the sand up to your neck,” he chuckled. “That way you could suck all the cock you wanted until the tide came in.”

“I love it! Fuck; what a thrill! I don’t think I would be able to stop cumming.”

“Being buried means you wouldn’t be able to touch yourself, babe.”

“That’s ok,” I smiled back. “All that pressure of the sand on my privates should just about do it, along with the rising tide and a cock fucking my face.”

“You want we should buy tickets to Santamos?”

“Oh hell yeah!” But that was pretty much the end of it… or so I thought.

The idea must have stuck in the back of my mind because I began having erotic dreams of drowning in the tide with a cock in my mouth. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. It wasn’t long until it became an obsession.

We kept fucking in and underwater every chance we got. It got to where my best orgasms occurred when I was holding my breath. But I kept letting it slip how much I liked the idea of traveling to Santamos to drown in the tide with a mouthful of cum.

Once Erik asked me how I’d feel about going there and never coming back. I told him as long as I got to drown during a massive orgasm I wouldn’t mind at all. He just laughed as he told me I was out of my mind.

As my 25th birthday approached Erik became mysterious. He said he was working on a special birthday present. He was always good at that, and he had me quivering with excitement.

The day before my birthday we went out to eat. Afterwards we spent the night in a motel where we used the pool. We had to wait until late at night after hours to have the kind of sexy, underwater fun we wanted to have.

After a couple of powerful underwater orgasms, we retired to our room. That’s when he handed me an envelope. He told me it was a special birthday present I had to open a day early.

He’d never given me my present the day before. So I was a little put out at first. Thankfully I didn’t mind too much as the orgasms in the motel pool had helped mellow me out.

When I opened the envelope I found two tickets to Santamos Island on a morning flight. It would get us there by early afternoon. Included was a form I needed to fill out so I could spend my last hours on the beach if I was so inclined.

I stared in shock at the incredible present in my grasp. My hands started to tremble, and I became all short of breath. Erik looked at me and said, “I can return the tickets and get a partial refund if you’re not interested.”

I looked at him in astonishment. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. When we parted I gasped, “Don’t you fucking dare! This will be the best present ever!”

“Happy birthday, Carrie.”

Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep after that. So we fucked all night long. In the morning we packed light and then caught that flight out to Santamos Island.

You have no idea how excited I was. I wanted to tell everyone I encountered how my loving boyfriend was going to give me the best present of my life by drowning me on a Snuff Beach when we got to Santamos. We certainly got a lot of smiles and curious looks, no doubt due to an overflowing enthusiasm I couldn’t possibly contain.

If anything, it only got worse once we touched down on Santamos. I was so wired I thought I was going to explode. I couldn’t wait to get to that beach.

Erik had timed it so we arrived at low tide. We caught a ride to the hotel where Erik checked in. I had to laugh when he got a room for one as I wasn’t going to be alive at the end of my birthday to share it with him.

Afterwards he asked me if I minded him spending the night without me after I’d passed. I told him no, so long as he could find another hot chick to fuck. Maybe he might get to execute someone else on the island after I was gone. He laughed and said he might look into it.

At the front desk I turned in the paper I had read, re-read, re-re-read and then signed with a trembling hand. The concierge made sure everything was in order. Then I asked Erik, “Can we go do it now?”

He asked the concierge about the tide schedule. He told us there was still another hour before it reached its lowest point.

“Perfect!” I blurted out. “That gives you more time to bury me and then fuck my mouth!”

Almost immediately I blushed as the concierge looked at us. He just smiled and shook his head. “Not to worry, miss. We get excited visitors all the time, although it’s been a while since I’ve seen one as enthusiastic as you seem to be.”

I eagerly blurted out, “That’s because you have no idea how excited I am. I’m really looking forward to drowning on your Snuff Beach.” He just shook his head with a smile, telling us he couldn’t recall if anyone had ever referred to it by that name before.

“C’mon, Carrie,” Erik chuckled as he grabbed my arm. “It’s time for my beautiful babe to bubble on her birthday.” The way he said it gave me such an erotic surge of tingles.

We found a shovel and took it with us as we headed out to the beach. We found a small cabana with containers for our clothes, allowing us to strip and go nude. But we weren’t the only ones who had snuff thoughts on our mind. A few yards down the beach we saw a naked woman who was already staked out.

“Look at that!” I gasped as I pointed her out to Erik. “Can we go talk to her? Let’s go talk to her.”

We walked down until we got a good look at her. She was stretched out good, her arms and legs really spread out. She turned when she heard us approach and smiled at us.

“Are you hear for the tide?” I asked, my pussy throbbing like crazy.

She smiled and nodded as she told me, “I sure am. What about you?”

“My boyfriend’s going to bury me in the sand up to my neck. Then he’s going to make me suck his cock. I plan on sucking him when the tide comes in so I can drown with his cock down my throat.”

“That’s so hot!” she gasped. “I want my boyfriend to fuck me while the water is rising. He left me out here about an hour ago, but he should be back soon. I’m so fucking excited I could just burst.”

She saw Erik with his erection and I saw her lick her lips. She writhed and squirmed a little. Then she blurted out, “Gawd; I’m so fucking horny. But Darren doesn’t want me to cum until he gets back.”

My boyfriend and I moved closer. I could tell she was trembling. “Do you mind?” I asked with breathless excitement. I couldn’t believe there was another woman waiting to drown on this very same beach.

When she nodded I bent down and touched her all over, careful not to trigger any orgasms. She writhed and moaned. It made me horny as hell.

“Can I, babe?” I asked Erik. He nodded it was ok with him. Then I asked, “What’s your name?”

“Clara. What’s yours?”

“Carrie. Do you mind, Clara?”

“Not at all.” And with that I slowly straddled her head until I pushed my wet cunt against her face.

She wasted no time at all licking me out. I was so fucking horny that it wasn’t even funny. Then I heard the sound of a shovel.

I turned to see Erik working on my pit. It looked like he was digging it so I’d get the chance to watch Clara drown first before I went. That’s what set me off, and I came all over her face.

Afterwards I gave her a long, deep kiss as my way of saying thanks. She writhed and moaned as she savored my lips. Then I looked over to see how Erik was coming with my pit.

“Is he digging it nearby?” Clara asked breathlessly.

“Yes, he is.”

“Who will drown first: you or me?”

“It looks like I get to watch you drown first.”

“Oh fuck; that’s hot, Carrie!” Then I leaned down and kissed her again.

I caressed her all over until she was really wild with desire. By then Erik had my pit ready for me. I smiled as I told her, “Time for my boyfriend to bury me so I can drown with the coming tide.”

“Will I be able to see you?”

“It looks like if you turn your head enough you can just see where I’m going to meet my demise.” Then I kissed her again before getting up. She looked over and smiled before she writhed and squirmed again.

I was trembling like crazy as I went over to my boyfriend. Erik took my hand and helped me down into the pit he’d dug. Basically I was going to be sitting on my ass with my legs stretched out in front of me.

I saw he’d been thoughtful by digging it at such an angle that I was going to get to watch Clara drown as the tide came in. But I was still going to be able to see the water rush in from the ocean to claim me. It was erotic as hell.

Erik asked me one last time if I was sure about all this. “Oh hell yeah!” I declared, giving Clara a huge grin. She smiled back at me as he started filling in the hole all around me.

“Pack me in good, babe,” I told him as he shoveled sand in with me. “I don’t want the tide to wash me loose. And I don’t want to be able to get out in case I start to panic.”

He leveled off the surface of my pit, packing it down real good until he was finished. I tried to move, but I couldn’t wriggle an inch. I was truly buried with only my head sticking up.

He took the shovel back to the cabana. I looked over at Clara who looked right back at me. We both moaned from an intense sexual arousal. I could already feel an enormous orgasm rising within me.

Over the hill I heard a commotion. It sounded like a whole lot of people were coming this way. A moment later I saw seven guys and four women crest the ridge and descend onto the beach.

Clara couldn’t see them from her vantage point. “What’s going on?” she called over me.

“We’ve got company,” I replied as I started to tremble. The idea Erik might not be the only one to watch me drown gave me quite a thrill.

I heard a mixture of voices pointing us out… “Hey, look over there!”  “It looks like we’ve got another bitch drowning out here with us besides yours, Darren!”  “Fuck; that’s hot!”  “I told you I had my girl already staked out on the ground. I just didn’t know we were going to have company.”

His girlfriend called out, “Darren? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me, Clara. Look who I met at the front desk. It looks like two more girls are going to drown with us today.”

“Damn, that’s hot! Will I get to see them?”

“Maybe. Who’s this over here?”

“This is Erik and Carrie. She’s going to give him a blowjob while she drowns. Can I cum now? I’m so fucking horny I can hardly think straight!”

“I don’t know, Clara. I was kind of thinking about whoring out that nice, tight cunt of yours. Erik over there sure looks hard. How’d you like him to fuck you first to help you reach that orgasm?”

“I don’t care who fucks me, baby! I just need to cum right fucking now!”

Darren smiled at us before motioning at his girlfriend. “What do you think, Erik? Want to help give Clara her first beach orgasm of the afternoon?”

Erik looked down at me and asked, “What do you think, Babe?”

“Only if Darren comes over and keeps my mouth busy… that is, if it’s ok with Clara.”

“I don’t care – I don’t care! Just get over here and fuck me already, Erik! I’m so hot and horny I’m ready to pop!”

I smiled as I told him to go right on ahead. That’s when Darren came over and looked down on me. “So you want to drown with a cock in your mouth, eh?”

“I sure hope so,” I said with a smile as he pulled off his trunks. Then he knelt in front of me and worked his cock into my mouth.

I moaned as I took him down my throat. Meanwhile I caught sight of Erik sticking his dick into Clara’s mouth for starters. She eagerly gobbled him down.

Further down the beach I saw them staking out two more woman. It really drove me wild thinking there were going to be four of us drowning on this Snuff Beach. Knowing I wasn’t drowning alone only added to the thrill of the moment.

I took my time with Darren as Erik finally got on top of Clara. Then he started fucking her as one of the girls and a couple of the guys from that large group came over to watch. She sure cried out for him to fuck the shit out of her.

Darren looked down and smiled at me as he continued to feed me his cock. “I hope your boyfriend isn’t in a rush. She’s so tight and horny she’s liable to clamp onto him with her cunt and not let go for a while.”

It wasn’t long before everyone had come over to watch Clara and I get sexually used. I looked down the beach to see two more sexy bitches staked out on the beach. I wondered just how horny they were and if they were every bit as excited as I was.

Darren really enjoyed my mouth. I worked hard to give him the best blow of his life. If I was going to drown I wanted it to read on my epitaph: She Died Giving Good Head.

I looked over to see Erik really giving it to Clara good. She was writhing and gasping and crying out as he stretched out on top of her while shoving his cock up her slit. It made me glad to know he wouldn’t have too much trouble finding another hot chick to fuck after I was gone. And it made me horny as hell seeing the way he was giving it to her.

Darren smiled as he looked down on me. “Are you sure you want to drown today? Do you even know what it’s going to be like?”

“Of course I do,” I said with a smile before giving him a knowing grin.

“I don’t think you do” and he pinched my nose shut. Then he really fucked my mouth good and hard.

My eyes went wide; I could hardly breathe! My pussy throbbed with a terrible ache. Then he pulled out of my mouth and started to cum on my face and tongue as I gasped for breath. It was arousing as hell, and I shuddered from another orgasm.

After that it didn’t take long for the other guys to join in. The two girls who had not been staked down came over and encouraged their boyfriends to “face-fuck the drown-whore”. One girl came up behind me to urge on her guy as he fucked my face. It was incredibly erotic.

Clara and I were in heaven. We took on all comers as the tide reversed and started to come back in. Even those girls further down the beach got some action.

You can bet my Erik had a turn enjoying my mouth. He and another guy combined to coat my face. It was incredibly arousing.

It was late in the afternoon when the first waves started lapping at the feet of Clara and those other two girls. They let out squeals as the water came up onto the beach. I don’t know if they were scared, excited or both. I know I sure had mixed feelings.

The tide really started coming in, and I saw the water climb up their legs. Clara begged for Darren to come fuck her again. But he just smiled as he played with her boobs while fingering her. I think he was making her wait for it.

Erik came over to me and knelt so we could watch the others together. “Scared, Carrie?”

“I’d be a fool if I said I wasn’t.”

“Want to back out?”

I paused as I looked down the beach at Clara and the others. They didn’t seem to be backing out. But I could tell they were all becoming a little anxious.

Maybe they were waiting for me to demand to be dug out. Maybe I was waiting for one of them to beg to be released. But no one said anything. So I told Erik, “No, I’m good.”

“Happy birthday, baby. It’s been one hell of a ride. Any regrets?”

“Only that I didn’t meet you sooner.”

“Turned on?”

“You have no fucking idea. Gawd, just look at Clara!”

The sun was getting lower in the sky as the water flowed all around her. The tide looked like it was trying to lift her up. That’s when Darren straddled her as the others gathered around those last two women to say their good byes.

The water hadn’t yet reached me. But a little indentation had appeared in the sand all around me. I was liable to have a little puddle stay with me once it reached me.

I began panting as we watched Darren start to fuck Clara. A big wave flowed over her, causing her to sputter as it retreated. It gave me another erotic jolt knowing I wouldn’t be too far behind her.

Down the beach those other two girls were fighting the waves as they came in. It hadn’t quite flowed over their faces yet. Then a big wave came in and poured over them, announcing their time had almost come.

Clara got totally submerged again as Darren fucked her a little harder. That’s when an enthusiastic wave managed to reach me. I gasped before I cried out from yet another orgasm.

“Here it comes,” Erik told me with a smile. I could see he was getting hard again. Was he really looking forward to watching me drown??

I looked over to see Clara’s head sticking up right before a wave flowed over her. It barely retreated enough for her to breathe. She gave me an anxious look before the next one flowed over her as Darren fucked her from on top.

I got another wave and then another. “Ready, babe?” Erik asked?

“Just a second!” I sputtered as I watched Clara.

The wave retreated but I didn’t see her head. Another one came in and flowed over her as Darren really gave it to her good. Then I saw an eruption of bubbles. That’s when I knew she was drowning.

“Gawd, baby; just look at her!” Then another wave came in and drenched me. It almost buried my head.

“Now!” I told Erik.

He came over and shoved his dick in my mouth. Then I began sucking as another wave swept through. The water was getting higher.

I looked down the beach but I couldn’t see those two girls anymore. Darren was almost submerged as he thrust into his drowned girlfriend. It gave me a surge of wildly erotic tingles.

Erik didn’t give me a chance to speak or get a breath. He just fucked my face. My fear and excitement was clear off the charts.

I heard him say, “Here comes a big one, babe. I think this is it. I love you. Enjoy your drowning.” Then it swarmed in on me.

The waves were coming heavy; there must have been a storm somewhere off shore. The water rose so high it didn’t have time to go back down and give me a breath before the next wave came in. Then another came in and I knew I’d never get to breathe again.

I did my best to keep sucking his cock as the waves buffeted us. Then my lungs began to burn from not being able to breathe. My chest started heaving, as I tried to hold my breath. But my lungs finally gave out and I lost a massive plume of nose bubbles.

My head started thrashing about as I snorted water down my nose. Erik just kept fucking my face the way I wanted him too. I was right in the midst of swallowing water when I got a mouthful of his cum, some of which I sucked down into my lungs. That’s when I was dimly aware of experiencing an orgasm so incredible with its intensity.

I settled down as Erik thrust nice and slow into my mouth. Then he pulled out. Some of his cum swirled away with the tide.

He finally got up and walked away. I was almost fully submerged with only the top of my head sticking up. One more wave came in and I was totally covered, fully drowned along with the other sexy bitches on our Snuff Beach.

(Aug 31 ‘18)

(Picture found on the internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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She-male Snuff Carnival chs 7-8 3.9 (7)

Posted on November 30, 2018 by riwa

7 The Wedding Ceremony (Sep 12 ’11)

On the far side of the acreage, a group of people have gathered together. They sit in rows of chairs on the grass on either side of an aisle, facing a modest two-foot high stage with a purple curtain that completely crosses it, hiding whatever lies on the back part of the platform. They are all here to witness the joining of two individuals as one, even as the sounds of the carnival drift overhead.

The bride and groom stand in the middle of the stage between two wooden posts that support a large framed heart. The maid of honor stands next to the bride as the best man stands watch next to the groom. The foursome face a somber looking man in a long, flowing robe.

“My friends,” he begins. “We are gathered together to witness the union of this man and this woman. This is a very special time in their lives as they embark on a new journey together.” Then he faces the groom’s side of the wedding party.

“Who provides the sacrifice for this man?”

A nicely dressed couple moves up the grassy aisle with a bound she-male between them. She is wearing high heels and is dressed in a sheer, nylon body stocking the color of the dress the maid of honor wears. A gag is fitted between her lips so that her voice cannot interfere with the ceremony. “His mother and I,” the man responds as they present the frightened she-male.

The best man comes down, retrieves the bound she-male and takes her over to a post on the right side of the stage. A small amount of wood has been piled around it and a torch blazes nearby in a wooden stand. As mother and father take their seats in the front row the best man secures the trembling she-male to the post.

“And who provides the sacrifice for this woman?” the man in the robe asks the bride’s side of the wedding party.

“Her mother and I,” replies a male voice as yet another older couple march up the aisle with yet another bound she-male, one who is clad in the same attire as the one now secured to the post on the right.

The maid of honor comes down, retrieves the frightened she-male and takes her over to a similar post on the left side of the platform. There she is secured within a similar circular pile of wood, her eyes wide as she whimpers through her gag. Then the maid of honor rejoins the little group up on the platform.

The man in the robe addresses the couple. “Are you two prepared to take this new path in your life?”

“We are,” the couple answers solemnly. They can’t help turning and smiling lovingly at each other.

“You may now light the sacrifices.”

The best man walks over, retrieves the torch and hands it to the groom who steps off the platform and approaches the pile of wood and its frightened occupant on his side. On the other side of the stage the maid of honor hands the torch to the bride who also descends and pauses near her pile of wood and the she-male who waits with wild, frightened eyes.

The groom looks over at his bride and smiles. He recites the words he has been instructed to memorize… “May this sacrifice signify the flames of my love and passion for our new life together.” Then he solemnly lowers the torch into the wood until it starts to burn. His she-male starts to cry out into her gag in terror as she wriggles and thrashes about.

The bride smiles at him and then repeats the same phrase… “May this sacrifice signify the flames of my love and passion for our new life together.” Then she lights the wood as her she-male shakes her head and struggles to free herself, her eyes wide in horror.

The bride and groom return to the platform and hand their torches back to the maid of honor and best man who restore them to their proper locations. Then the foursome gather together to face the man in the robe. The two she-males wriggle and cry out as their respective piles of wood start to burn.

The man in the robe begins the ceremony by explaining the importance of the couple’s union together. As the fire begins to lick up the sheer nylons of the bodies of the two she-males he asks the bride and groom if they understand the new life they are about to engage in. Each one in turn responds with the words, “I understand and I accept.”

He then asks if there be anyone present who believes this union should not take place. When no one responds, he charges those gathered together as witnesses that it is a solemn union. When he asks the congregants if they will support this union they respond as one with the words, “We will.”

The two she-males are almost fully engulfed when the man in the robe asks who has provided the special sacrifice for the bride. “I have,” the maid of honor says solemnly.

She steps forward and pulls the curtain partway aside to reveal yet another she-male in that same sheer nylon color and in high heels. This one is noosed with her hands secured behind her back. She stands unsteadily upon a small stool with a gag in her mouth so as not to disturb the proceedings. She whimpers with fright, her man-cock hard and visible in her hosiery.

The man in the robe then asks who has provided the special sacrifice for the groom. “I have!” the best man answers solemnly as he steps forward to pull aside his section of curtain. It reveals yet another she-male in similar sheer nylon garb and heels standing noosed upon a stool with her arms secured behind her back and a gag in her mouth.

The maid of honor and best man look at each other as though gauging when to start speaking. Then they repeat their memorized words as one… “With this special sacrifice we stand together as witnesses in support of your union.” Then together they kick out the stools underneath each she-male. The best man’s stool nearly goes flying out to where those are sitting, and a small chuckle ripples throughout the assembled spectators.

Both she-males drop with a jerk, setting their nooses tightly around their necks. Then they start to kick and swing as their burning counterparts are by now fully engulfed, their muffled cries no longer audible above the crackling flames. Both of the dangling sacrifices cream their sheer nylons from their spurting man-cocks as they strangle in their nooses. The maid of honor and best man then return to stand next to the bride and groom.

The man in the robe continues the ceremony, allowing the bride and groom to read their vows to each other. “I do’s” and rings are exchanged as the ceremony draws to a close. Then he asks, “Is there one final sacrifice?”

“There is!” the bride and groom respond as one. Then the groom turns to his best man and asks, “Will you prepare my gift to my bride?”

“I will,” he responds.

The bride turns to her maid of honor and asks the same question, getting the same answer. Then both maid of honor and best man approach the remaining curtain and pull it completely down, revealing one last hidden sacrifice.

Two she-males in that same sheer nylon material and high heels kneel facing each other in matching guillotines, their arms bound behind their backs. They are so close together that between them a long, double-ended dildo fills both mouths at the same time so that they cannot cry out and disturb the ceremony. It is apparent they have been there the whole time. Now that they are revealed they begin to grunt and struggle, suspecting their time is growing terribly short.

The maid of honor steps behind the she-male on her side and begins to undress, revealing a sexy black, domination outfit. She is also sporting a rather wicked looking strap-on. Behind the groom’s she-male the best man also undresses, sporting a rather impressive looking cock. Both lean down, cut holes into the sheer nylons of their sacrifices and then begin to thrust hard into the grunting she-males’ asses, fucking them mercilessly.

The bride and groom separate, walking clear around the platform on their respective sides of the stage until they come together again near the levers to their respective guillotines. Then the man in the robe smiles before declaring, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride!” The groom pulls her to him and kisses her deeply. Then both take up their positions.

“You may commit the final sacrifice,” the man in the robe tells them. As the two she-males grunt and whimper, their bodies rocking as they are continually fucked, the bride and groom grab onto their respective levers. They turn to face each other, grab a handful of hair of the she-male they are about to behead and then pull the levers together.

The blades whoosh down, severing both heads from their respective bodies at the same time. Both she-males cream themselves as their hardened man-cocks spurt their death-cum within their sheer hosiery. But the heads remain at the same height, the double dildo still impaled in each mouth. Eyes are wide in horror as both neck stumps now spew a spontaneous crimson flow.

The bride and groom lift the heads high to display to the assembly, causing the double-ended dildo to fall out of the open mouths of the she-males. The spectators politely applaud the ending of the ceremony. By now the burning she-males have slumped on their posts as the hanged sacrifices slowly sway back and forth with creamed, soiled nylons.

The maid of honor and best man pull out of the asses of the headless corpses. Each one retrieves a silver tray that lies at the base of each guillotine. The bride puts her head on the tray in the outstretched hands of the maid of honor as the groom puts his on the tray of his best man. Then bride and groom carefully step between the guillotines, careful not to step into the pooling blood.

The maid of honor and best man follow as the newly married couple step down off the platform and walk the aisle together. The best man with his exposed cock and the maid of honor with her dangling strap-on follow, both still in their domination garb. They solemnly carry the heads of the beheaded she-males on their silver platters, effectively ending the ceremony…

 

8 Guillotine demonstrations (Nov 8 ’11)

As it approaches 1pm, a crowd gathers around a stage inside the carnival. A working guillotine stands upon the stage, making the spectators buzz with excitement. A short distance away a cage full of mostly naked she-males fidgets nervously.

Promptly at the top of the hour a Master of Ceremonies ascends the steps to the platform. At the same time a couple of cloaked men retrieve a frightened she-male from the cage. They escort her to the base of the steps and patiently wait as the buzzing murmurs from the crowd dies off.

She is one of the few wearing anything at all. She is dressed in waist high purple pantyhose along with a set of heels that expose much of her feet. The black top she is wearing looks like several spider webs woven together, hardly covering her breasts at all.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” the MC announces with a flourish. “Allow me to personally welcome you to today’s She-male Snuff Carnival!” He receives polite applause in response.

“Are you thoroughly enjoying yourselves?” he asks enthusiastically. The crowd cheers and applauds.  “Are you ready to enjoy our guillotine demonstrations?” and the spectators roar their excitement. “Then let’s get started, shall we?” and he motions toward the first she-male standing anxiously at the base of the steps.

The crowd roars as she is escorted up the steps to the platform. Her legs are wobbly, her balance precarious.  Her cock is stiff inside her confining nylons from her terror, her nipples painfully erect.

“Normally an execution of this type would require the subject to be lying face down,” the MC explains with a smile. “But this is not a normal execution. We wish to demonstrate the many different ways one can enjoy beheading a she-male. My assistants will now show you one such way to dress up and then snuff a sexy lady-boy.”

The frightened she-male begins begging and whimpering as she is strapped down onto the bench. Her legs are spread obscenely, bent at the knees and strapped to the corners by her ankles, leaving her ass resting on the very end of the bench. As her head juts out beyond the path of the blade, the top half of the lunette is brought down, locking her neck into place. Her cock is now so hard that it tents her nylons as though trying to burst free.

She does not see the one assistant near her feet produce a disturbingly large butt plug. But she hears the oohs and aahs from the crowd. She whimpers and squirms, sensing something bad is about to happen to her.

Her nylons are torn near her anus, enough to produce a hole big enough to insert the obscenely large plug. She twitches and jerks in anticipation. Then he shoves it in deep and hard. She screams from the brutal violation, much to the delight of the excited spectators.

The other assistant produces an equally large rubber dildo, over a foot long and well over two inches in diameter. He tips her head back, forces her mouth open and slowly pushes it in, inch by agonizing inch. By the time he’s finished forcing it halfway down her throat, barely two inches are left sticking out of her mouth. Seeing the blade hang ominously above her only adds to her terror.

She grunts in agony, her eyes wide and her chest heaving as she struggles to breathe. Her nylons tent even more from her hard cock as her body wriggles in her bindings. The assistant near her head calmly walks over to the rope and grabs on, nodding his readiness to the Master of Ceremonies.

“Is everyone ready for our first beheading of the afternoon?” he asks loudly with a flourish. The crowd roars its approval. “Then help me count down from five!” he declares with enthusiasm.

The crowd begins to chant as the frightened she-male tries to shake her head… “FIVE… FOUR…” She grunts and thrashes about, her cock straining her nylons… “THREE… TWO…” She tries to scream as the crowd yells, “ONE!!!” Then the rope is jerked, popping the release that allows the blade to rush down.

The moment it severs her neck her cock explodes, creaming her nylons as the crowd goes wild. Her head bounces once off the floor of the stage before the assistant bends down to pick it up. Her eyes are open wide in terror as the dildo sticks obscenely out of her mouth.

Blood spurts out of her neck stump, a visible section of severed dildo still lodged in her throat. Her body thrashes about, reflexively bucking and humping against the bench. Then the assistant hands the barely conscious severed head to the MC who displays it to one and all by holding onto a handful of hair.

“The delightful thing about our she-male here is that her mouth is forced open for future use!” he proclaims. “You can even leave the dildo inside! Her head will look great on your mantel!”

The crowd cheers as the body is unstrapped from the bench by the two attendants, blood pooling on the floor below where the neck stump once was. It is carried over to the far side of the platform and laid out, blood still spilling out. The MC then hands the head back to one of the assistants.

He walks it over and places it on the stomach of the decapitated she-male so that it is facing the crowd. Her horrified expression sags in death as she is forced to look upward, the dildo sticking obscenely out of her mouth. Then the two attendants leave the stage to retrieve another subject as a third assistant quickly comes up onstage and resets the blood-dripping blade.

A second she-male is retrieved from the cage and brought over. This one is naked except for a pair of red fish-net stockings. Her cock is semi-hard and she is escorted against her will up on stage.

This one has a little more attitude as she puts up a struggle, much to the delight of the crowd. She curses the assistants who strap her down to the bench. Then a ring-gag is forced between her lips and strapped around her head. Drops of blood from the previous execution splatter onto her neck, boldly proclaiming what will soon be her fate as she looks up in fright at the dripping blade.

“We love a she-male who is feisty, folks!” the Master of Ceremonies tells the spectators. “It makes fucking her as we snuff her so much more enjoyable!” Then he gives them all a knowing wink.

“Of course you know the reason why we use the ring-gag, ladies and gentlemen. There will be no biting on MY stage!” The crowd laughs as the bound she-male tries to curse one and all through her ring-gag, struggling uselessly against the straps.

With a wave the MC tells the assistant to “feel free to shut her up!” In response he pulls open his cloak, showing that he is completely naked as he reveals a healthy, hardened 10 inch member. Then he grabs the she-male’s head, tips it back and brutally rams home his large fuck-tool.

She grunts and gurgles as his thrusting member chokes off her air supply. Then she stiffens and lets out a muffled cry as her ass is brutally violated by an equally large member belonging to the assistant at her feet. To add insult to injury that one also grabs her hardening cock and begins jerking it, much to the delight of the spectators.

Someone in the crowd starts to chant, “RAPE THE BITCH! RAPE THE BITCH!” The spectators pick up the cry, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in rhythm. The two assistants pick up the pace, fucking the bound, grunting she-male harder and faster.

The cry from the crowd slowly morphs into one of “SNUFF THE BITCH! SNUFF THE BITCH!” As if on cue the frontal assistant grabs the rope and looks down expectantly at the lady-boy. As she looks up at him with a mouthful of thrusting dick her expression changes. The hovering blade now terrifies her.

Gone is the defiance, replaced with a look of sheer horror. She grunts and struggles, trying to shake her head no. Then the Master of Ceremonies cries out, “HELP ME COUNT HER DOWN, FOLKS!”

As the crowd chants “FIVE… FOUR…” the assistant wisely withdraws his cock so that it only fills her mouth. “THREE… TWO…” and he smiles at the she-male who looks up at him in horror, her defiance long gone. “ONE!” and he jerks on the rope as his free hand hangs onto the woman’s head.

The blade whooshes down, flashing steel slicing cleanly through her neck. But her head barely moves, blood streaming down into a pool on the floor of the stage. He adjusts his grip, holding onto her head with both hands and savagely fucking her mouth as her skull remains impaled upside down on his thrusting cock. Her body bucks and jerks against the straps in its dying throes as cum suddenly spurts out of her cock, arcing in the air before splattering her tits.

The attendant in her ass roars his release, filling her rectum with his seed as her muscles reflexively clench his thrusting dick. At the same time the assistant fucking her mouth pushes his cock clear through until the top of it juts out of her bloody neck. Then his seed spurts up and then comes down, adding to the splatter upon her heaving mounds as the crowd roars its approval.

To the amusement of the spectators he rotates the head all the way around his thrusting member as the assistant to the rear finishes off fucking the she-male’s ass. Then he pulls the head off his cock and hands it to the Master of Ceremonies. The MC lifts it up by a handful of hair and displays it to the murderous, cheering throng.

Everyone gets a good view of the sagging expression as the light of life slowly fades out of her eyes. The mouth remains open in the shape of a large “O” from the large cock that had been thrusting through mere moments ago. The crowd whoops and hollers, cheering the efforts of the two attendants.

The Master of Ceremonies stands there displaying the severed head as the assistants unstrap the body of the decapitated she-male. They carry it over and lay it next to the body of the guillotine’s previous victim. Then one of them takes the severed head from the MC and places it upon the stomach of the lady-boy, the two heads almost mirroring each other’s horrified expressions as they look upward. The two assistants quickly descend the steps to retrieve yet another subject as the third attendant once more comes up onstage and efficiently resets the blood-dripping blade.

“Is everyone having a good time?” the MC asks with a flourish. The spectators cheer. Then a naked Latina she-male is retrieved and escorted over to the steps. By now the audience is in full bloodlust.

She is brought up onstage and roughly strapped down, whimpering pitifully as her cock hardens and twitches. A few drops of blood splatter onto her face from the hovering blade, and she cries out fearfully. “I’ll need some male volunteers for this one!” the Master of Ceremonies declares. Several members of the audience raise their hands.

The lady-boy is ring-gagged and almost ready when the announcer encourages the men to come up on stage and get in line. “We’re going to give this one the fucking of her life, boys!” he declares with a grand gesture. The males cheer as their female companions squeal with excitement.

The assistant near her legs motions for the first in line to go ahead and start fucking her ass as the crowd chants, “RAPE THE BITCH! RAPE THE BITCH!” The lady-boy’s cock gets even harder and is quickly grabbed and jerked by her rapist. Meanwhile several males congregate around her head and drop their drawers. They begin masturbating together as the other assistant encourages them to take turns thrusting into her mouth.

It isn’t long before a masturbated cock goes off, splattering her face. The man in her mouth explodes and cum overflows, dripping down her chin. Another cock explodes, matting her hair with spunk.

Two males masturbating in line are encouraged to come forward and cum all over the writhing, grunting lady-boy. They eagerly step forward and spurt their loads all over her heaving tits. Men who are struggling to wait in line are told to feel free to cum all over her body if they are unable to hold it back long enough to wait for the ass to become available.

The man fucking her rectum roars his release, leaving a deposit that is quickly jammed deeper inside as a new cock takes its place. Other men come forward and cum all over her stomach and tits. Near the front of the guillotine the frightened she-male’s face becomes coated as several cocks spew their loads.

The chant of the crowd soon changes to “SNUFF THE BITCH! SNUFF THE BITCH!” The assistant moves close to grab the rope as several men masturbate around her head. Others encircle her body, unable to wait much longer.

“THE COUNTDOWN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” the MC calls out over the din. Immediately the crowd begins the chant. The frightened lady-boy shivers in horror as blood drips down upon her neck from the blade waiting above her.

“FIVE… FOUR…” She grunts and whimpers, instinctively thrashing against the straps holding her down…

“THREE… TWO…” A large drop of blood ominously splatters onto her neck and she tries to scream…

“ONE!” and the rope is jerked, releasing the blade to fall along its deadly path.

It whooshes down, slicing cleanly through her neck as the crowd roars its approval. Her body instantly bucks and jerks about, her cock spewing an amazing amount of cum that arcs up into the air and then splatters onto her tits. She convulses in her death throes as her ass instinctively clenches onto the cock raping her.

Her head drops off the cock fucking her mouth and bounces off the bloody floor. The assistant dutifully picks it back up and holds it out at arm’s length, allowing the masturbating men a chance to spurt all over the dying she-male’s face. She takes several shots in the eyes and cheeks, a look of utter horror in her features as the man in her ass roars his release.

One of the women calls out from below the stage, asking for permission to be allowed to come on up and lick the cum off the she-male’s dead body. Several others voice similar desires. The Master of Ceremonies obliges by summoning for a table to be brought over for the bloodthirsty crowd.

The body is unstrapped and brought down off the stage to the table. Several females gather around and immediately start licking the cum off the naked flesh as men line up to continue fucking the decapitated she-male’s ass. Four women share the severed head, four sets of tongues licking hungrily.

The bodies of the other two lady-boys are requested and two more tables are brought over. The stage area is in full orgy as the spectators take part in sexually degrading the three decapitated subjects. No sooner does cum splatter one of the bodies than a female is right there to lick it right off.

Scant attention is paid to the platform, especially since it looks for the moment like the guillotine is being taken down. But the carnival patrons soon take notice when it actually looks like a second guillotine is being set up, one with a blade somewhat wider than the first. For a moment it looks like there might be two beheadings in the offing.

When construction is quickly completed, the Master of Ceremonies takes center stage and asks if the crowd would like to see one more. With a roar from the spectators he dutifully summons the assistants to go fetch one more subject. A forth she-male is quickly brought over from the cage, this one topless with sheer white, waist high nylons with spider webs on each leg.

At first there is confusion, especially when a second she-male is not summoned for the other guillotine. A moment later it becomes crystal clear as she is strapped down to the bench. The second blade is not placed for a second head but rather to cut the unfortunate lady-boy in half, severing her waist near the top of her nylons. The original blade hangs ominously over her head with blood continuing to drip down, indicating that her head is not to be spared.

The crowd becomes giddy with bloodlust as the ring-gag is strapped into her mouth. The frightened she-male grunts and whimpers as her erect cock tents her nylons. She stares upward in horror at the blade that awaits her, wincing each time a drop of blood splatters ominously upon her neck.

Her eyes are wide in disbelief at the cruel fate that awaits her. Not only is she to be beheaded, but they also plan on cutting her body in half!! She finds herself mentally praying she will be decapitated first.

Once again the MC asks several male volunteers to come up onstage, this time with instructions to masturbate and get themselves ready for the moment of truth. Then he asks if the two very helpful assistants should be allowed to enjoy themselves once again for their services. The spectators clap and cheer in agreement, causing the two attendants to take up positions on either end of the frightened, squirming lady-boy.

A hole is torn in the she-male’s nylons. Then the assistant at her feet thrusts hard into her ass, causing her to cry out in agony. The assistant in front quickly jams his cock down her throat, reducing her to grunts and groans. Several volunteers stand around stroking themselves, waiting to see what they’ll be doing next.

The horrified she-male is brutally raped, the crowd cheering on the two assistants. Every drop of blood that splatters on her neck from the dripping blade above is a cruel reminder of the fate that awaits her. Then the Master of Ceremonies raises his hands for attention. “ON THE COUNT OF TEN!” he declares, loud enough to be heard by one and all.

The unfortunate she-male shudders in abject horror, terrified as to what is about to befall her as the crowd starts to chant, “TEN… NINE…”

She struggles helplessly against the straps holding her down, trying to beg through a mouthful of cock to be released… “EIGHT… SEVEN…”

Her cock hardens in fearful arousal, straining inside her nylons while her ass-fucking rapist rubs it as the bloodthirsty spectators continue… “SIX… FIVE…”

A cock thrusts deep down her throat, cutting off her airway… “FOUR… THREE…”

She is terrified beyond belief, horribly aroused as she is brutalized in both ends … “TWO… ONE…”

…and then the blade over her midsection suddenly whooshes down.

She jerks and screams into the cock in her mouth from the sharp pain as the murderous crowd roars its approval. Her cock goes off a split-second later, creaming her nylons as she suffers through a pain no one should ever have to endure. Her chest and torso jerk and convulse from being severed in two. Then the bench she is lying upon is rotated into two sections by the two assistants, separated like she’s just been a part of some sort of magician’s trick.

She doesn’t feel the cocks that plunge into the bloody insides of her lower half. But she certainly feels them as they fuck the internal organs gushing out of her upper half. Then she hears the crowd chanting once more.

“FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE!” and the bloody blade above her head whooshes down.

A sharp pain that slices right through her neck. At least now she feels nothing below that so that she no longer feels her organs being ruthlessly fucked. But her sense of hearing still functions as she hears the roar of the crowd.

Her head tumbles and bounces off the bloody floor before it is picked up. Then cum spurts into her eyes from cock after cock, each one parading before her horrified line of sight. She cannot even blink the spunk out of her eyes.

Her head is lifted up into the air to bloodthirsty cheers. Then she is turned so that she can witness the damage being done. Her body is cut in half, lying in two separate sections. Vile, disgusting carnival patrons fuck her ass, neck stump, and upper and lower halves in two groups. Several men spurt all over her naked, convulsing torso as women swarm up onstage to lick it off.

She cannot curse them and she cannot scream. The look of horror is frozen on her face. Blood is everywhere as she is turned to face the audience where she acknowledges the decapitated bodies of the three who have been up on stage before her. Then her expression sags as she mercifully fades away.

“That concludes our guillotine presentation for today!” the Master of Ceremonies proclaims. “Feel free to enjoy yourselves for awhile with our four lovely young subjects!” There is applause as he comes down from the stage. But the perverse orgy of necrophilia continues with the four bodies…

2011; 2018 (written for Sessha Nov 8 ’11; ed. May 16 ‘18 by riwa)

(Pictures are for illustration purposes only.)

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The Peace Treaty 4-5 3.5 (2)

Posted on November 30, 2018 by riwa

THE ISLAND OF CONSENSUAL EXECUTIONS

The Peace Treaty

By riwa

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

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

4 Tidal Stakes

I am angry and bitter as I go searching the hotel for someone to vent my wrath against. I cannot believe mother knew nothing of this! I wish to express my feelings to her but she is nowhere to be found.

Gabrielle suddenly appears with my younger sister Anoria, who is all of eighteen and a half. She is in her bathing suit, but she is not wet. I hope she does not ask me to go for a swim with her. I am not in the mood.

“We must go now, little one,” my handmaiden says quietly. Then I look closer at Anoria’s face. My eyes widen in horror as my chest tightens in realization.

“Now?” I murmur in disbelief. Gabrielle nods quietly.

“It is okay, little one,” Anoria tells me as she strokes my hair. “I will be brave; I promise. I will make the family and all of Capree proud.” But I can tell by the look in her eyes it is a bravado she does not entirely feel.

I take her hand, and she smiles and appears to relax a little. Gabrielle walks us out to the beach where we follow it down the shoreline. When we round a corner I see a large floating wooden raft with a camera mounted upon it. A female tends to it as though totally unaffected by what is happening around her.

The camera faces two stakes, one to which Prince Osman is already binding some young man – a brother I presume? His best man stands watch nearby. The other post must be for Anoria.

My mind registers the scene in but a moment. I can tell by the way the beach slopes upward that the tops of the stakes will be well underwater at high tide. That’s when I begin to tremble as my chest tightens again. May the gods give me the strength to do this evil deed to my beloved sister.

Anoria instinctively grips my hand tighter as we approach. There is no one to tell me what to do, no one to instruct me. I am simply left to do this on my own at the proper time with the guidance of Gabrielle.

The Prince looks at me but does not say anything. I look at my handmaiden again for confirmation. She nods but says nothing. She is moved by my pain.

I move my youngest sister to the other stake. Then I proceed to tie her to it using the cords I find waiting for me. “I am going to miss supper,” she observes nervously. “What do they expect me to do… open my mouth and allow some fish to swim inside?” I smile at her bravado and attempt at humor as I struggle to hold back the tears.

When I am done I step back to admire my work. I cannot believe I am about to lose my younger sister. She had so much to look forward to. But now this stupid war has taken away her future, just as it has taken away mine.

The water is already nearing her toes when Gabrielle motions for me to come with her. With determination I tell her, “No! I am not leaving Anoria… not like this!”

“Go if you have to,” my younger sister tells me with kindness and love. But I can see by the look in her eyes she would rather I stay. Next to her the young man glances at us and then looks hopefully at the Prince.

“I am staying!” I declare to my handmaiden as I start to strip out of my clothes. Anoria smiles as though she is greatly relieved I will be here for her. Gabrielle starts to open her mouth, but then wisely appears to think better of it.

When I am down to my undergarments, I carry the rest of my clothes up the slope so they will not get wet. The Prince looks at his brother tied to the stake and then looks at me as I return. “Well if she’s not going then I’m certainly not going!” he declares.

He strips down to his boxers as I scowl at him. Then I give Anoria a big hug before wading out to sit on the edge of the floating raft. As much as this will pain me, I will not leave until it is over.

The female operating the camera gives me an annoyed look, but says nothing. Perhaps by sitting down I caused the wooden platform to shift around a little, affecting her camera angle. But I do not care.

Gabrielle looks at me and then waves her arms in surrender. Prince Osman’s best man appears to give up as well. The two walk back in the direction we came, staying well away from each other.

The Prince wades out in his boxers and sits on the edge of the floating raft as far from me as possible, making it shift a little in the water. Four ropes anchor it to the bottom, but it still moves some. The female camera operator scowls at him, but he just glares back at her in disgust.

The first waves of the tide reach and then cover two sets of bare feet. It is pure agony to watch. But I can tell Anoria is glad I am staying here with her. If she is going to die, she has every right to desire a member of our family to be here with her.

I do not know why mother and father are not here. Perhaps they cannot handle it. Perhaps it is because of another edict from the council. Maybe they are in negotiations for my impending nuptials.

As the hours pass, the sun lowers in the sky as the tide slowly comes in, climbing higher and higher up Anoria’s body. She gasps as it climbs her legs… gasps again when it reaches her crotch. It is distressing to watch, yet I cannot leave her. What is more, I find myself beginning to feel the shameful stirrings of what… sexual excitement at her slow drowning?

I want to go hug her again and again. But I remain rooted in place, my legs dangling in the water as I sit on the raft. She tries to show her bravery, but her smile ends up faltering.

My stomach starts growling. I have not eaten since the flight to the island. It is loud enough that I get looks from everyone.

Anoria smiles at me, chuckling at my predicament. “I can hear your hunger from here, little one. You must go eat something or I will think a lion has come to devour me on the stake.” A growl next to me indicates the Prince is hungry as well.

“I am staying here,” I tell her firmly. Again I see the gratitude in her face. When the Prince looks at me, I can tell he feels obligated to remain as well. Do I detect grudging admiration in his eyes before he looks away?

The water reaches Anoria’s protruding breasts and then climbs up to her neck. My breath catches in my throat as she starts to whimper. Next to her the Prince’s brother begins to squirm in growing unease. But he is taller than my sister. He will live to watch her drown first, and that angers me, the filthy Bakir!

It is getting dark as the water slowly climbs my youngest sister’s face, reaching her mouth. She instinctively tips her head back, wanting each and every breath. The young man next to her does not seem to want to watch, perhaps fully aware he will soon be suffering the same physical distress.

My breath catches in my throat as I helplessly watch. Those shameful sexual stirrings get stronger. I wish I could brush them aside like swatting away a fly. When I catch the Prince glancing at Anoria longer than he should, I give him an angry glare.

Soon the waves come in, rising to cover her mouth and then dropping to let her breathe. It is sheer torture hearing her gasp and sputter as she swallows water. Her eyes are wide with fright as her body instinctively fights to stay alive.

I cannot stand it any longer. I leave the raft and swim to her. “Help me, little one!” she sputters.

Since I cannot free her, I can only assume she wants me to help put an end to it. I can tell she has instinctively risen on her tiptoes. Her body naturally struggles for each breath.

There is a lump in my throat as I look at her. She bravely nods her head. I do not know if it is for her sake or mine.

“I love you, Anoria!” I declare loudly so that I can be heard above the rush of the tide. “I love you too, little one!” she sputters. Then I come around in front and give her one last hug.

Her body is warm. But it is her spasms I feel against me, her struggles to keep breathing that cause me to tremble from a perverse excitement. This is not right, but I must remain and be brave.

“Try not to hold your breath!” I encourage her. “It will only prolong the inevitable!” But I hear her gasp anyway.

I take her head and pull it down into my bosom below the surface. My heart hammers in my chest; can she feel it? I can certainly feel hers.

Tears fill my eyes as I hold her tight, refusing to allow her head back up. I seriously doubt she would be able to get a decent breath now in any event. There is too much tide… too much water.

“Just let it out, sis,” I murmur quietly as I struggle not to sob. “Just let it out. It will all be over soon.” Then there is a flush of bubbles against my chest. Almost immediately she starts to thrash about in my grasp.

I choke back a sob as she struggles against me. I should be freeing her, not helping to drown her. But the council has decided her future by ordaining her death. It is almost more than I can bear.

I feel her convulsions as she tries to breathe. More bubbles burst up at the surface. Then her body quiets as her struggles lessen.

At last there is no movement. The water emotionlessly nears the top of her stake, giving no thought to whom it has taken. The sun has gone down and my sister’s last breath has gone with it.

Next to me I hear the gaspings of the Prince’s brother as he struggles for air. His head is tipped back. But water sloshes into his mouth which he spits back out. On the raft the Prince watches coldly, virtually unmoved.

Figures…

I cannot help myself as I remain to watch the filthy Bakir suffer. I wish him nothing but a painful drowning. As he bubbles and struggles I find the excitement swelling within me. Without even realizing what I am doing I find myself shamefully humping my younger sister’s unmoving form.

The Prince’s brother gasps, sputters… chokes. But I cannot help myself. As far as I am concerned it serves him right. The least his dying can do is to provide a Capree like me with some small pleasure after all the lives his kind has claimed these many years.

Bubbles start coming up as he thrashes about, the water lowering to taunt him and then rising back up with the incoming tide. His drowning gives me great pleasure, and I shamefully I hump the body of my dead sister even harder. I climax the moment the filthy Bakir spews the last of his air and finally goes limp underwater.

Only then do I become fully aware of the shameful way I have just used the body of my beloved sister. Only then do I realize I have taken pleasure from the suffering of another. What has become of me?

Tears stream down my face as I move back. I grab Anoria’s head and tip it back to look into her eyes. Her expression reflects the horror she must have felt as she drowned, her mouth open from her last attempts to receive air. But in her vacant eyes I believe I see some semblance of the gratitude she had for my staying here with her.

I hear splashing in the water. I turn to see the Prince swim toward shore as it grows dark all around us. I am thoroughly disgusted with him, disgusted with all Bakir. Then I slip my head under the water long enough to kiss the forehead of my dear sister one last time before I make my way back to shore and retrieve my clothes…

5 Gallows Volunteer

When I arrive back at the hotel, Gabrielle takes me down to the restaurant before the kitchen closes. My stomach says I am hungry. But it is exceedingly hard for me to eat anything. Then mother comes into the dining room and rushes up to me.

I rise up and fall into her arms, the tears flowing as I sob over the loss of Anoria and Akiel. She tells me how sorry she is and expresses her gratitude that I stayed with my younger sibling until the very end. She explains that she barely had time to say her goodbyes before being called away along with father.

“I cannot believe it, little one!” she declares. “We are still in negotiations! I assumed most of the details had already been resolved!”

Hope suddenly swells within me. “Does this mean there may not be any more executions?”

“I do not know, little one. We can only hope.” Then she kisses my forehead and strokes my hair.

“I must return,” she sighs. “We are taking a break and I had to search the grounds to find you.” Then she looks at my unfinished meal.

“Please eat, little one! Do it for me!” Then she is gone. Gabrielle nods at me hopefully, so I satisfy them both by going back to my plate, having found the appetite to eat a little more…

—

After the meal my handmaiden and I take a walk outside the hotel. We stroll near the deck where the beheadings occur. But all we see are blocks and the blood stains of the slain. Then we hear a distinctive… THWAP!

 We head off in the direction of the sound and come across the public gallows. A noosed female hooded in white with straps around her knees and ankles jerks spasmodically as she hangs through the trap. A man descends the steps to the gallows and smiles at us when he sees us.

“It was her greatest fantasy,” he says by way of excited explanation. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she orgasmed as she plummeted through the trap before her neck was broken. Good night, ladies.” He nods politely as he heads off toward the hotel bar.

Gabrielle and I watch as the body is released from the noose and taken away. There are no more executions scheduled at the moment as there is no one else in line. The guard sees us and comes over to us.

“Are you two ladies here for an execution?”

“No, sir,” I reply quietly. “We are just observing. I hope we are not in the way.”

“You’re fine,” he says with a smile. Then he goes back and takes up his post in case he is needed.

“I believe I need a drink,” I tell Gabrielle. She nods as though she might need one herself. We end up heading off in the direction of the bar, both of us needing something to settle our nerves.

The two of us end up sitting at a booth deep in thought as we sip on our drinks. I cannot even begin to imagine what my handmaiden is thinking. She has been with our family for a long time. I can only surmise what she is going through, what with the executions of my family and my betrothal to a Bakir.

Seeing my younger sister at the stake must have been very hard on her. But she never mentions it and I do not bring it up. No doubt it would be painful for the both of us to dwell upon.

I notice a young woman in a modest dress step into the bar and look all around as though looking for someone. When she looks our way recognition suddenly flashes in her eyes. She has the appearance of a Bakir and I grimace inwardly in disgust when she comes over to our table.

“I know your face,” she says when she steps up to us. “You are the one to marry Prince Osman. Is that not so?”

“I am,” I state quietly, trying to hide my disdain. There is something oddly familiar about her face.

“Word has it that you beheaded your betrothed and that you drowned your youngest sister at the stake today. Is this also true?” I stiffen at the painful memories and my eyes flash angrily.

“What is it to you, Bakir?” I snort, barely able to conceal my contempt. I am not looking for a fight. But I will gladly join one if it comes my way as I am in a very sour mood.

“May I join you?” she asks politely. Then she looks all around in a conspiratorial manner before quietly adding, “I have information you may find enlightening.”

“What information? What value could your words possibly have to someone such as I?”

“I understand your mistrust, Capree maiden. Rest assured, you will want to know what I have to say.”

“Perhaps,” I reply unconvincingly. Then I wave for her to join us. “Have a seat, Bakir. We will hear this so-called information you claim to have.” But the young woman balks before sitting down.

“I will gladly share it with you,” she says quietly. “But first you must promise to grant my request.”

“What request, Bakir?” I snort derisively. I sense duplicity. Gabrielle looks at me in warning, shaking her head.

“It is a simple request, one you will have no trouble fulfilling.”

“How do I know this is not some Bakir trick?” I ask coldly.

“You have my word; it is no trick. But we must speak quickly. Then you must grant my request. I trust your word as a Capree.” Now she has me curious, both about the information she has as well as this request she wishes to ask of me.

I look questioningly at Gabrielle. She suspects a trap as well and again shakes her head. For some reason my curiosity has been piqued and I give my assent.

“Your request will be granted. You may sit and give us your information.” She sits down and then looks at me with sorrow in her eyes.

“Tell me true: was that really your sister on the stake? And did you really behead your Capree betrothed?” Gabrielle bristles at the implication we may have somehow tried to deceive both the Bakir and the peace process.

“How dare you ask such a thing?” she snorts in disgust. “Can you not see the pain in her eyes? She stayed behind with Anoria the whole time even though I did not! What is it you want, Bakir?”

Amazingly the young woman’s eyes begin to tear up. “I am very sorry for your loss,” she says in a hushed whisper. “But I fear my people are deceiving you.” She pauses before adding, “That was not my brother on the stake.”

“Not your brother?” I repeat in surprise. Gabrielle’s face betrays her shock and anger at this revelation.

“I am the sister of Prince Osman,” she tells me quickly. “I am Drucilla. My family is not sharing in the sacrifices of this peace. That is why there are still ongoing negotiations.” Then she lowers her head in shame as she tells us, “I was not aware you had actually sacrificed someone so dear to you as your sister and your betrothed.”

Instantly I am infuriated. “That filthy Bakir Prince!” I spit out, my anger frothing to a boil.

Drucilla is quick to correct me. “Forgive me, Capree maiden, but I do not think he knows. He honestly believes both sides are being duplicitous in this matter. He may be Bakir, but he is honorable. If he truly knew of your sacrifice, the pain of your loss…”

“Spare me your platitudes!” I snort derisively, totally disgusted with her and her kind. “You have given us your information. Now be gone with you!” It is with great effort I do not spit or swear at her.

“Not before you grant my request,” she says quietly.

“What is your request, Bakir?” I retort sarcastically as I spit out the word of their kind. “What demand can you possibly make of me now that I would even remotely consider honoring?”

She takes a deep breath before answering in a quivering voice. “I want you to execute me, Capree maiden. The dishonor of my people and my family shames me. I wish to be taken out to the gallows to be hanged.”

I am stunned. My handmaiden cannot believe it either as she gasps, “Are you insane?? If word gets out that a Capree has hanged a Bakir…?”

“…then they will know of our duplicity,” Drucilla finishes firmly. “Our family has been dishonored by your great sacrifice. I wish to help restore that honor. I will be the first to be executed. Maybe then they will come to their senses.”

I am stunned. “Do you realize what you are asking of me?”

“I do,” she whispers softly. Then she lowers her head in embarrassment.

“I have other reasons… shameful reasons… personal reasons. But my secret, intimate desires are unimportant. What matters is that my family… my people… will be alerted to this horrible wrong being perpetrated upon your people and upon your family.”

Instantly my attitude softens at the incredible request of this young woman. If Drucilla is indeed one of many Bakir who think and feel as she does, then I have harbored a falsehood about our warring neighbors. Perhaps these people are not so bad after all.

The idea of hanging a woman with such an honorable request is disturbing. And yet it is strangely exciting. I cannot fathom why I am becoming perversely aroused at the idea. Maybe it is because she is a Bakir.

“When do you wish to be executed?” I ask solemnly.

My handmaiden is horrified. “Surely you are not thinking about granting her request!”

Drucilla simply looks at her and then back at me. She seems fearful I might change my mind and back out of our agreement. “You must,” the Bakir woman insists, “…for the sake of both our peoples… for the sake of my family’s honor and for me.” Then she lowers her head in shame.

“It should have been me who drowned at the stake today. I will not dishonor the sacrifice of your sister by denying my rightful place by her side in the afterlife. I beg you: honor my request.”

I am touched by this Bakir woman, and I take a deep breath. Why do tears want to well up in my eyes over this enemy of my country? But I have given my word. A Capree woman must always fulfill her vow.

“I will honor your request,” I tell her firmly. Then I glare at Gabrielle, indicating she will not try to interfere. She nods reluctantly with understanding.

Drucilla sighs as though a great weight has been lifted from her shoulders. “Thank you,” she murmurs softly. But now I have butterflies in my stomach…

—

“Checking out?” the hotel concierge asks carefully. Drucilla nods quietly as she signs the ‘consent for execution’ form. But when Gabrielle moves to sign for me I stop her.

“I will sign the form as executioner,” I say solemnly. “If a Bakir is to be executed by a Capree then I must take full responsibility for such an action.”

“No!” my handmaiden protests. “You must be protected from the consequences of this act. Besides, a Capree should not execute a Bakir in this manner.”

“It is done,” I state as I sign my name.

Drucilla looks at me appreciatively. “You are an honorable woman. I hope I die well for you.”

I nod at her as I bind her arms behind her back. I am strangely excited as we march her out to the gallows. “This is a bad idea,” Gabrielle murmurs unhappily. But it was not her decision to make. The young Bakir woman seems resolute… even somewhat excited at the prospects of what awaits her.

It is late. For the moment there is no one in line at the Gallows as we approach. “Perhaps we will not be seen,” my handmaiden whispers, understandably anxious over what I am about to do to a Bakir.

“I hope we are!” I reply defiantly, my excitement growing.

The guard looks at us and smiles as we approach. “I see you are back,” he observes. “And I see you have brought someone with you.”

“We have information that must be relayed to your superiors,” Drucilla tells him firmly. Then she relates to him everything she told Gabrielle and I in the hotel bar. He nods solemnly, assuring her the proper authorities will be notified.

“Everything that happens here tonight is by my request,” the Bakir tells him. “No condemnation must fall upon the heads of either of these two honorable women.”

“Understood,” the guard tells her. Then he waves us forward.

Gabrielle stays behind as I assist Drucilla up the steps to the gallows. My heart is pounding furiously as I position her over the trap. “A few minor additions to my request if you do not mind,” she murmurs to me. I nod solemnly, struggling not to be emotionally overcome by the bravery of this one honorable woman among such a dishonorable people.

I strap her ankles together and then do the same above her knees. Then according to her instructions I pull down the top of her dress, ripping it and exposing her breasts. Her nipples are hard, her breathing labored. I am terribly excited as well.

“Now kiss me,” she begs. “Kiss me and fondle me like a lover.”

I have experimented with another woman before. It was not altogether unpleasant. But this time I feel certain stirrings… shameful stirrings over what I am about to do to her.

I kiss her deeply, groping her heaving mounds as though I might take her. When we pull away I discover she is as breathless as I am, appearing to stand on the precipice of a sexual climax. How can this be?

I grab for an available white hood and pull it down over her head. Then I throw the noose over the crossbar and cinch it tight around her throat. She gasps and whimpers, her thighs squeezing together.

“Now hang me,” she breathes heavily through her hood. “Hang me like the filthy Bakir slut I am.”

“No,” I murmur thoughtfully. “I will hang you like the lover you could have been had our paths crossed under different circumstances.”

I fondle her mounds one more time, noticing how erect her nipples are. I do not understand why I am so affected by all of this. Then I pull up her dress and rub the sticky fabric protecting her dripping slit.

She writhes and moans, whimpering plaintively. Then I step back and reach for the lever. “Goodbye, Drucilla. Say hello to my sister Anoria when you reach the afterlife.”

“Goodbye, Capree maiden,” she murmurs breathlessly. Then I pull the lever…

THWAP! CRACK!

She plummets through, her neck snapping in an instant. I step forward and peer down to see her body jerking in death, spasming as her legs kick aimlessly. I do not know why I find myself wondering if she had an orgasm as she fell. I am ashamed to admit that I nearly did. Then I descend the steps to the gallows and join Gabrielle who has been watching the entire time.

The two of us stare breathlessly at the hanged Bakir woman, her nipples still hard upon her exposed breasts. Liquid trickles down her legs to splatter upon the ground. Her bladder has released in death as her body slowly sways back and forth.

“Incredible,” Gabrielle breathes, trembling noticeably. “Simply incredible.” I am trembling as well, but I decide not to voice my impressions. I’m too ashamed of the way my body is tingling.

We both look at the guard who nods formally at us. Then my handmaiden and I leave the gallows area hand in hand. The two of us are deeply affected by what we have just witnessed… what I have just participated in…

(written for Arachnid Dec 16 ’11 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4.5 (2)

Posted on November 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

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

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

Riwa’s Reads updates

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

6684 words – $7.00

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

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

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

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

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

17191 words – $6.00

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

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

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

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

9071 words – $5.00

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

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

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

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

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

14159 words – $5.00

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

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

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

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

36725 words – $7.50

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Our trip to Santamos Island 2 4.1 (12)

Posted on November 24, 2018 by riwa

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

Our trip to Santamos Island

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No joker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who do you want, Poppy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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