Drowning Peter (male themes) 4 (7)

Posted on October 18, 2018 by riwa

Just a short one for the guys.

I swung him over the top of the bathtub full of water. By now he knew what awaited him. Could he see my erection under my black clothing?

I smiled as I lowered him down. He took a deep breath before I submerged his head. Some bubbles came up.

I simply held him there to see how long he could take it. When a flurry of bubbles emerged, I pulled up up. He came up gasping for breath.

I smiled knowingly at him. Then I lowered him back down. He gasped for breath before he was submerged again.

I left him down longer as more bubbles came up. By now his cock was starting to harden. At least he was enjoying himself.

I pulled him back up, allowing him to gasp for breath. There was something about his gasps I found erotic. My cock began to throb in my pants as my bulge grew larger.

I smiled at him before I lowered him again. I prolonged his time underwater, enjoying the way his cock started to twitch. Then I pulled him back up.

He panted like crazy as he looked at me. I just smiled as I lowered him back down. The bubbles that came up made my cock twitch again.

I kept him down even longer, stalling when all those bubbles came up. Maybe he thought blowing his breath away would make me pull him back up. He thought wrong.

I pulled him up for a quick breath. Then I lowered him yet again. I called down to say the breath he’d just gotten was all he was going to get for a while so he would be wise to hang onto it.

Fewer bubbles came up. I think he was trying to conserve his air. His cock twitched and jerked as he struggled to hold his breath.

When the bubbles started up again I allowed him to suffer. Then I pulled him back up. I just smiled at him as he coughed and sputtered.

I lowered him right back down, enjoying the way he loudly gasped for breath. Then I reached out to stroke his dick. It twitched in my hand as more bubbles came up.

I let go of his cock and watched as he jerked around a little while struggling to hold his breath. Then I pulled him back up. “Are we having fun yet?” I asked with a chuckle. Then I lowered him back down.

He gasped loudly in an attempt to fill his lungs. By now my cock was uncomfortable in my pants. I decided I might have to do something about that.

I kept him down for as long as I dared. A flurry of bubbles came up, forcing me to pull him to the surface. Then I tied him off as he dangled there.

He panted like crazy as he hung upside down with his head over a foot above the bathtub. Then I pulled out my dick. I smiled cruelly as I chuckled, “How about a last meal before I drown you?”

I stepped forward and pushed it into his mouth. He did not resist me. I think he had detected my bulge. Maybe he wanted to satisfy me, hoping it might earn him a reprieve. Again, he thought wrong.

I stroked his cock as I fucked his mouth. I was already hard and twitching. He was talented enough that it didn’t take long.

I erupted into his mouth as I withdrew my hand from his cock. I wasn’t about to make him cum like that. He would have to earn that on his own.

I left my cock in his mouth until he had sucked every last drop out of my balls. Then I smiled as I lowered his head into the bathtub. “Now it’s your turn to cum.”

I tied him off and left him there. His cock twitched and hardened as he struggled to hold his breath. I couldn’t help stroking mine as I watched him.

It was about a minute and a half before the bubbles started coming up. I saw his chest ripple as he fought to hold his breath. His cheeks bulged as more bubbles came up.

He began to struggle, lifting his head up to get a breath on his own. His face barely broke the surface. He got several breaths until the strain caused him to lower his head back down.

I continued stroking as I watched him. He bubbled and struggled before he lifted his head back up. One more he barely got his face above the surface.

He gasped as he saw me stroking. He looked at my cock as though indicating he would suck it again if only I would pull him back up. I just smiled as I kept stroking.

His head went back down until he was bubbling again. His cock kept twitching and jumping. Then he lifted his head up.

He wasn’t at the surface very long before his head dropped back down. He began twisting his head as his body jerked in its bindings. By now his cock was really twitching and putting on a show.

He appeared to relax as though settling in to conserve his strength. But it was probably less than a minute before he tried to lift his head again. This time he couldn’t get it above the surface.

He lowered it back down for a moment and then tried again. I don’t know if he had a cramp or whether his neck was too tired. But he couldn’t get his head above water.

My cock was hard again, and I stroked as I watched him. He started to struggle even more. I could see his stomach rippling as his chest started to heave.

There was a big burst of bubbles. Then he began to thrash about, losing more air. His cheeks bulged until his last breath exploded out of his mouth.

Peter’s stomach rippled as he began swallowing water. He coughed up bubbles as his body hitched and jerked. Then his cock went off, spewing its load into the tub. I think he inhaled some of his own cum when it entered the water.

His mouth opened and closed as though he was trying to breathe. His struggles lessened. That’s when my cock went off, and I sprayed his chest with my cream.

He finally began to settle down. There were stray twitches from muscles reacting to nerve endings firing. He appeared to shudder a little. Then he went limp, as cum oozed out of his dick to splatter his stomach.

I looked down as the last of the bubbles came up. Then he hung limp with his head submerged as the surface of the water grew still. I smiled as I told him, “Now that’s the way a cumslut drowns.”

I patted his ass, thanking him for the show. Then I headed upstairs to get a drink. I decided to leave him like that for a while so he could get used to hanging upside down with his head underwater. Hell, maybe he would get lucky and grow some gills.

2018 (written Jul 7 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the pics I found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes.)

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She-male Snuff Carnival chs 5-6 4.3 (6)

Posted on October 18, 2018 by riwa

5 Water gun – hanging booth (Jun 8 ’11)

The water gun – hanging booth is always a popular attraction at the carnival. There is a nearby holding pen with many she-males in various attire, allowing a contestant to pick out the lady-boy of his choice. When a suitable preference has been selected, the she-male is taken to the gallows and noosed up while the competitor takes his place along with the others.

Five contestants stand behind a counter aiming their water-powered squirt guns at a target approximately ten feet away. But instead of spurting into the mouth of a traditional clown face, contestants find themselves shooting at the opened mouths of small, hollowed-out plastic statues of nude she-males. Behind these small statues stand the real thing – the five selected and noosed lady-boys who are now standing together in a row on an elevated gallows.

The game is relatively simple. As the hollowed out statues fill with water, the nooses around the necks of the she-males begin to tighten. They are slowly lifted upward onto the balls of their feet and then onto their toes before eventually becoming airborne.

There are electronic floats inside the statues that measure the progress of the rising water, sending a signal to the winches on the beam above that control the nooses of each she-male. As the statue is filled, the corresponding lady-boy standing behind it is pulled upward. Thus, the contestant gets to see the progress made as he attempts to be the first to fill his statue. As an added amusement, the statues all have penises and tits so that as the water level rises the cocks swell and the breasts inflate.

To make the game even more agonizing the nooses have all been calibrated with the floats inside the statues. Thus, it is possible to actually get your she-male a couple of inches off the ground and still lose the contest. Often this results in the frantic dancing of more than one lady-boy before a winner is finally decided.

Once the float inside a particular statue reaches a critical level, the noose for that winning contestant lifts its she-male a couple of feet off the deck of the gallows. The remaining lady-boys are quickly lowered, often gasping and choking with relief. But they are forced to stand and watch while the winner kicks her life away.

The winning contestant gets to claim his she-male and is free to do anything with her that he wants, even if it means taking her over to the barbecue pit. The rest are taken back to the pen until the next contest, usually scheduled for the top and bottom of each hour. It is not unusual for certain lady-boys to find favor with the patrons, finding themselves noosed over and over again until one lucky contestant successfully hangs them.

As the top of the hour approaches, the gallows is once again full of she-males. One is a naked blonde in black, knee-high boots who has already played the game three times before, having been painfully elevated twice before her boots safely touched the planking of the gallows. Another is a blonde in fishnet stockings who has played twice, once having nearly become airborne before being lowered back down. The third is a Japanese redhead in a schoolgirl outfit facing her second trip. The fourth is a blonde in transparent pantyhose who’s been noosed five times in a row, fearful this trip might very well be her last. Taking up the last spot is a black-haired goddess with butterfly tattoos who’s taking her third chance in the noose.

All five of them stand noosed with their arms tied securely behind their backs. All five have been up here before. They quiver with fright, knowing that one of them is destined to be kicking for her last breath as the noose chokes off her airway. Five cocks stand erect, one tenting the skirt of a schoolgirl outfit while another fights to break free of a set of confining nylons.

“Who’s ready to hang a she-male?” the barker proclaims excitedly. The gathered crowd cheers loudly, their bloodlust inflamed.

“Contestants ready?” he calls out again with a smile. Five plastic weapons with hoses attached are dutifully raised.

“Aim…” Five plastic weapons zero in on their targets.

Behind him he hears the whimpers of the frightened she-males, but he remains unmoved. He is also looking forward to yet another she-male hanging. It is why he volunteers every year to man the water gun – hanging booth.

“FIRE!”

Five water guns begin squirting five streams of fluid at five plastic statues. The carnival barker turns to watch which one of the lady-boys will soon start to dance. His eyes flash cruelly.

The whimpers increase with intensity as the statues start to accumulate the squirting fluid. Interestingly all five contestants have actually played the game before. After all, the water gun – hanging booth is a rather popular attraction.

Five nooses begin to take up the slack, pulling the five frightened she-males up onto the balls of their feet. They gasp and whimper as the crowd roars its murderous approval. Soon one of the five will be kicking up her dance of death.

Two front runners begin to emerge, the she-male with the fishnet stockings whose cock is stiff and the lady-boy wearing the sheer nylons whose cock is straining to break free. Both of them start to gasp as their nooses tighten.  The Japanese she-male starts to make a move as the one in boots languishes. It appears that one will probably remain safe for another round.

As five statues start to fill, the two front runners find themselves shuffling around on their toes, virtually neck and neck as they both gasp and gurgle for breath. The Japanese girl whimpers as the black-haired goddess starts to cough and gasp. The lady-boy in the boots is up on her toes, her face a grimace of pain. She is going to be spared but she cannot see the others very well and she still fears she will hang.

The crowd roars as the contestants struggle to focus their streams of water into the opened mouths of the statues. Cries can be heard rooting for certain she-males to be hung, and the raucous sound carries to other parts of the carnival. Up on the gallows five she-males shuffle around, their cocks humiliatingly hard, the potential moment of their death fast approaching.

The lady-boy in the fishnet stockings loses her footing first and starts to gasp and kick. The one in the sheer nylons joins her mere moments later. It terrifies the other three, knowing the crowd has no mercy. They struggle to take air through windpipes that are becoming more and more constricted.

The Japanese she-male suddenly loses her footing with the gallows and for the moment three lady-boys kick wildly. Then the one in the fishnet stockings and the one in the sheer pantyhose both jerk upward simultaneously. The crowd goes wild as the carnival barker cries out, “WE HAVE TWO WINNERS!” The other three are instantly lowered, grateful they are still alive… even if only to eventually play another round.

The two she-males kick up a storm. For a moment their movements match as though in a synchronous ballet. Then the one in the fishnet stockings kicks wildly, her cock spurting a stream of cream onto the floor of the gallows. As if on cue the other one stains her sheer pantyhose as her cock spurts and spurts. This eggs the crowd on even more with wild whoops and lusty cheers.

The wild gyrations of the two she-males frighten their nearby comrades, causing the other three to whimper with fright as if they might be hung anyway just for spite. The two lady-boys put on quite a show as though determined to fight for that very last breath of air, a breath neither one will ever get to take. Two sets of legs jerk upward as though instinctively attempting to break their own necks.

The she-male in the fishnet stockings goes first, kicking and jerking until she no longer has the strength to fight, her face turning a nasty shade of red and then a purplish hue. She starts to twitch, her legs spasming as her body flinches, and she begins to twist in place. For her it has been a painful hanging. Mercifully, it is just about over.

She’s almost done when her counterpart kicks up in a burst of adrenaline and then suddenly hangs limp, her body twisting around in the opposite direction as her muscles spasm. Her legs twitch as her breasts heave, drool spilling out of her mouth to splatter onto her tits. She has a horrible look of agony on her face as she lets out a guttural gasp that achieves nothing.

The two she-males twist around and around in opposite directions, their bodies swaying back and forth between their three living counterparts. The cock of the lady-boy in the fishnet stockings finally softens enough for a streamer of piss to dribble out of it. The she-male with the confining nylons simply pisses herself, further adding to the mess she has already made, urine mixing with cum to stream down her nyloned legs.

The crowd cheers as the two winning contestants are rewarded. The she-male in the sheer nylons is given to the barbecue pit for a sizeable compensation while the one in the fishnet stockings will suffer the further indignity of giving up her head. All five will remain on the gallows for a full fifteen minutes. Then they will be taken down, the living to return to the holding pens while the dead will be disposed at the whims of those who have won them…

6 Archery range (Jul 10 ’11)

I awaken in unfamiliar surroundings from a massive hangover. I’m in an outdoor cage with narrow metal bars along with a dozen other she-males. It’s warm out and I suspect it’s going to get much hotter before the day is over.

I’m embarrassed to discover I’m wearing nothing other than my fishnet stockings and my black heels. It’s what I was wearing in the middle of my debauchery from last night, what little I remember of it. I vaguely recall stripping down to do a little impromptu stage show on the bar. I think Keandra and Tiara came over to suck my cock while I was…

Wait a minute! Keandra! Tiara! Where are they??

I find them both in a corner, sleeping it off. They’re both still wearing their sheer, black nylon body stockings. The three of us were the toast of the tavern last night when we stripped down to our nylons and put on a dance for everyone, wriggling our tits in everyone’s faces. But now I have a hangover that could kill a rhinoceros. Obviously they drank so much that they’re still out like a light.

My mind is a blur; I can’t for the life of me remember how we got here. But I do remember how slutty we all were. I vaguely recall the three of us having an impromptu cock-sucking contest involving every male in the tavern.

Tiara is such a slut! She got so plastered that she boasted she could suck more dicks than Keandra and I. Naturally Keandra took offense, the drunken whore. Before I knew it the three of us were on our knees, taking cock after cock down our gullets as all those drunken bastards gathered around us.

I touch my face, remembering that at one point it was totally covered with cum last night. But my face is clean. Either I must have washed it off or else someone did it for me. There’s no cum dripping off my breasts either. But I don’t remember taking the time to clean myself.

There are people all around and there are sounds of some sort of carnival in the air. I smell barbecue, but the aroma is vaguely disturbing. I look all around but I notice to my great alarm that only she-males seem to be incarcerated with me, lady-boys who are just as naked as me and my companions… some of them with no clothing of any kind.

I walk over to Keandra and Tiara and try to awaken them. They’re both groggy, and it takes a while for them both to come around. I try to get them to tell me what happened to us last night. But both are just as hung over and as clueless as I am. It seems we were all severely plastered last night. I barely remember little more than bits and pieces… certainly nothing about how we got here.

A man comes over, and two of our imprisoned, naked comrades are taken away. It occurs to me five she-male bitches have been removed from the cage in the short time I’ve been conscious. But none of them have returned.

I’ve heard loud cheers at certain times… cheers that made my blood run cold. Once I heard a bell ring out, followed by a loud thumping sound. The crowd in that direction instantly roared its approval. But it made everyone else in my cage turn to look with fear in their eyes. None of us have seen anything significant. But I know it’s a bad harbinger of things to come.

The three of us begin milling around with the others, trying to find out where we are and why we are here. No one seems to know anything. But what we learn is nine have been taken away and that five of us were brought in seemingly as replacements. But replacements for what, they cannot say.

Several folks pass by our cage, looking in on us and making rather lewd comments. Some of the remarks are downright frightening. I hear them saying things like how we would look good dancing on air or how nice one of our heads would look adorning someone’s mantel. I find myself wishing we were all back in that tavern, being slutty and getting rip-roaring drunk instead of imprisoned in this cage in the heat of the day.

Three men suddenly show up and motion toward Keandra, Tiara and I, telling us to follow them. I have an urge to run but I’m still hung over. Besides, I suspect it will do no good. So we all follow meekly.

As the three of us are escorted out of the cage, we see the remaining prisoners watch us leave. I swear they have looks on their faces as though they’re watching dead bitches walking. It’s like they’re never going to see us again. It chills me to my soul.

“Where are they taking us, Jessica?” Keandra asks me. I tell her I don’t know. Tiara looks like she’s scared half to death.

We’re led to a field with three large wooden X’s on it. There’s a wooden counter a short distance away and I see people lining up behind it. There’s a carnival barker calling out, “ARCHERY RANGE – ARCHERY RANGE! SHOOT A SHE-MALE – WIN A PRIZE! STEP RIGHT UP TO THE ARCHERY RANGE! AND HERE THEY COME, FOLKS!” Gawd! The bastard is motioning right at us!!

The three of us are numb with shock, too hung over to resist as we’re secured to the three wooden X’s. I’m placed in the middle, strapped spread-eagled to the damned thing as Keandra is secured to my right, Tiara to my left. They’re actually going to use us for target practice?? I can’t believe this!

They pull down the tops of the body stockings of my friends, humiliating them by exposing their heaving breasts to the eyes of the watching spectators. The three of us are left topless to lusty cheers. Then our captors finish tying us up, walking away and leaving us to the whims of the crowd.

The carnival barker starts handing out bows and arrows to certain individuals who’ve apparently paid for the privilege of taking shots at us! “ALL RIGHT – WHO’LL BE NEXT?” he cries out. “SHOOT A SHE-MALE – WIN A PRIZE!”

We’re about thirty feet away as the first one fumbles with his bow and arrow.  He aims at Keandra and she whimpers with fright, her eyes big as saucers as her cock strains underneath her nylons. She’s terrified and humiliated being secured to the cross under the hot sun. Thankfully the arrow doesn’t reach her.

The novice with the bow loads a second arrow as some other guy on the other end of the counter takes aim at Tiara. He fires and she shrieks in terror. But the arrow flies over my head instead, and a scream is torn from my lips. We’re liable to be hit by accident as much as anything else.

The crowd laughs as the man in the middle takes aim at me. At the same time I see Keandra’s archer line up his second shot. Both arrows fly at almost the same moment, and we scream together. Mine falls close to my ankle while Keandra’s whizzes on past her head. Then Tiara cries out again as an arrow sticks in the ground directly between her spread legs.

My chest heaves as I hyperventilate like mad. I keep trying to get a decent breath of air while being exposed in this hot sun as the murderous archer takes aim at me again. On either side of me my companions pant and whimper with fright, the three of us helpless to do anything other than watch and accept the fate destined to befall us no matter how much we hope to the contrary.

A third arrow flies at each one of us. Tiara shrieks as she is almost hit in the upper thigh. The archers are getting the range; it’s only a matter of time. They get four arrows instead of three and I’m afraid the three of us are going to be hit.

Keandra gets it first, a shot that finds her right upper thigh. She shrieks, creaming her nylons with her hard cock as the arrow buries itself in her flesh. Tiara screams a few seconds later as an arrow impales itself into her left shoulder.

I pant madly for breath as my archer takes aim and lets fly. I’m sure I’m going to be gut-shot. But it whizzes just below my crotch. I nearly faint with relief as the other two archers are awarded their prizes.

The carnival barker comes and retrieves the wayward arrows. But he leaves the two sticking in my friends. Maybe it’s to keep them from bleeding out. Or maybe he leaves them in for the amusement of the spectators.

“Enjoy yourselves, ladies,” he kindly pats each of them with a wicked smile. “It’s only going to get worse.” Then he heads back to the counter, once more calling out, “ALL RIGHT – WHO’LL BE NEXT? SHOOT A SHE-MALE – WIN A PRIZE!”

There’s no rest for us as three more archers step up. Everyone else hangs around to watch us get hit, the fucking perverts! I’d gladly suck the cock of every male in sight if they would only let us down from here.

More arrows fly, the first ones usually falling short or flying well beyond us. The second ones get dangerously close as they begin finding the range. On the third try I cry out in agony as I finally get gut-shot, my cock instinctively spurting to the laughter of the crowd. Keandra gets an arrow in her shoulder while Tiara gets a wicked flesh wound in her thigh, the crowd cheering with each direct hit.

The three of us whimper in agony as the fourth arrow of each archer finds its mark. Keandra takes one to her stomach while I’m hit in the left side. Tiara gets the worst as hers hits her in the groin, skewering her cock through her nylons and pinning it to her belly. Cum oozes from her wound as she screams in agony while the crowd roars its approval.

The arrows that have missed us are fetched as new archers step up to the counter. This time we get novices. The worst of it is a single arrow that penetrates my right foot. It hurts like hell as we all whimper while panting for breath in the hot sun. By now I think we all want to die just to end the agony and humiliation of it all.

There are three more archers before Keandra finally gets an arrow square in her stomach, puncturing her navel.

I get one in the arm and upper chest, narrowly missing my left breast.

Tiara gets another in her thigh along with one that barely penetrates the right side of her chest. It breaks a rib as she cries out in agony.

The three of us are in mortal agony when a dangerous looking man steps up to the counter. “Allow me to end their suffering,” he states with a grim look on his face. The crowd edges forward, eager to see him administer the coup de grâce.

The three of us whimper as we plead with our eyes for him to just end it. I want to die; the pain is incredible. I just want my suffering to end.

He takes aim and the first arrow hit’s Keandra in the right breast, obliterating her nipple. She gurgles as her lungs fill with blood, the crimson bubbling up out of her mouth. She shudders for a moment drowning in her own blood. Then her eyes glaze over and she finally slumps, her suffering at an end.

Tiara is next and she takes a shot in her breastbone, right between her gorgeous tits. She begins coughing up blood as well and it spews out onto her heaving mounds. I see a flicker of thanks in her eyes before her body sags in death. Then he aims his next arrow at me.

I throw my chest out, hoping he’ll make it quick. A moment later an arrow punctures my left breast. Although blood fills my lungs he’s hit my heart. I spasm for a few moments and then sag lifelessly, grateful it’s finally over.

Our bloated corpses are left up for another hour until our bodies look like pincushions. Blood from over a dozen wounds streams down to stain Keandra and Tiara’s nylons. Meanwhile the crimson flow slithers down my fishnet stockings to puddle onto the ground underneath my feet. When we’ve apparently been subjected to enough degradation our bodies are taken down. Then three more she-males are retrieved from the cage to take our places…

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Pushing too far 3.4 (11)

Posted on October 12, 2018 by riwa

(I included a bonus short “wet” story today.)

I was tired of being his mistress… tired of sneaking around. I was fed up with spending nights and weekends in dirty motels on the outskirts of town where nobody knew him. I wanted him all to myself.

I wanted his name, his money, his house, and the lifestyle that went with it. There was only one problem. He was married and he didn’t want to give that up. And he was married to my sister.

He told me Emma would take him for everything he’d fought so hard to accumulate. She would get the house, the kids, and a large chunk of his assets. She would leave him struggling to make ends meet if he filed for divorce.

I told him I didn’t care. I wanted him all to myself. And I wanted that glorious cock of his.

The first time I saw him I fell in love with him. But I put it all aside when he married my sister. Still, the embers burned deep inside me.

It took several years before I finally got a chance to be alone with him. We went to a bar for a drink. I listened as he told me how much he loved my sister but that they just weren’t as sexual as they used to be in the early days.

I told him I could fix that. But I had to get him a little drunk before he accepted. Then we went to a seedy motel on the edge of town.

When I first saw it I couldn’t believe how big it was. I thought my sister was kidding when she told me. I could barely get my mouth around his incredible erection.

Needless to say, the sex was fantastic. As a result we began to meet more often. We were always discreet, but I was getting to the point where I wanted so much more.

He had a boat he used to take the family on outings at the lake. I was often invited along. I would play the doting aunt and watch after the kids. But I always ended up longing to feel that cock of his back inside me.

I would give him sly smiles whenever my sister wasn’t looking. I know he wanted me. But he was a devoted family man. I just had to find a way to push him over the edge… tip the scales in my direction somehow.

I was thrilled the day he invited me out alone on his boat. Now it would just be the two of us. I was so excited at the thought of fucking him all day long.

I was all over him as we motored out, hugging and kissing and touching him. I had on a sexy red two-piece that hardly covered anything. The bulge in his trunks indicated it wouldn’t be long until we found a quiet cove in which to park and swim and go at it.

We had to hunt for a private location to cast anchor. Once again he was thinking of his family instead of me. He didn’t want anyone to see us together. It just meant I would have to work extra hard on him.

Once he dropped anchor I shed my bikini and dove into the water naked. Then I invited him to join me for a swim. For the next half hour we were all over each other: swimming, diving, groping and fondling each other.

Afterwards we climbed out and laid out on the boat to do a little sunbathing. Once more I brought up the topic of our future together. James sighed unhappily.

“Dottie, why do you always have to push this topic too far?”

“Because I want you, James. I want you so bad. You want me too; you’re just too afraid to admit it. You want the sexual life I have to offer, not the leftovers my sister gives you.”

To show him what I meant I took his cock into my mouth as he stood up. I gobbled it down, worshipping his glorious manhood. It was huge and tasty, just the piece of meat I wanted to feast on every day of my life. I was tired of playing second fiddle to my sister.

He gasped and grunted as he began to swell in my mouth. I looked him in the eye as I hungrily sucked him down. Then his cock exploded between my lips.

I took it out and let the rest of his cream spatter my face. I rubbed the tip of his cock all over my cheeks as I grinned up at him. Then I sucked him clean.

I smiled as I told him, “C’mon, James. You know you want me.”

He sighed heavily as he nodded his head. “Yes I do, Dottie. I’m ashamed to admit it. But yes I do.”

He climbed down off the back of the boat and retrieved some rope from a storage locker. He brought it over and began binding my hands in front of me. There certainly was a lot of extra rope left over.

“Kinky,” I giggled. “I love to be tied up by you. I want you to tie me up for the rest of my life.”

He looked at me for a long moment. Then he went back to the storage locker. This time he returned with a small, metal anchor that looked heavy in his hands.

“What’s that for, James?” I smiled curiously. That’s when he began tying off the end of the rope to the anchor, the rope that was dangling from my secured wrists.

My breath caught in my throat as my heart skipped a beat. “James? What are you doing?”

“You just won’t stop pushing, will you, Dottie. So I’ve made my decision. One of you has got to go.”

“James? What are you doing?? You’re not thinking clearly!” Then he nudged me over to the edge of the boat, the anchor in his hands.

“I’m thinking very clearly, Dottie. The only way out of this is to get rid of you.”

Was he serious?? I couldn’t believe it!! I began to gasp for breath, my heart pounding in my chest as my pussy throbbed.

“Wait! James, it doesn’t have to be this way! We can drown my sister instead! Then we can be together forever!”

“That’s what I thought you’d say. I knew I was making the right decision.” Then he tossed the anchor over the side.

I let out a cry as the rope followed it over. It tightened and pulled on my wrists, nearly pulling me over the side with it. “James NO! Please don’t drown me!”

He tenderly kissed my lips before giving me a sad little smile. “Goodbye, Dottie.” Then he shoved me over the side from behind.

I let out a cry that was swallowed up by the splash I made. I found myself being pulled naked into the depths. I kicked and struggled, losing my breath as I jerked against the rope dragging me down.

It got so cold; the water was so deep. I panicked as I swallowed a mouthful of water. Then I was hitching and jerking and convulsing, swallowing water as the weight took me all the way down.

I bottomed out in about 45 feet of water with ten feet of rope tethering my hands. It was cold, dark and murky. I was cumming and drowning, wetting myself as I convulsed and gurgled.

Up at the surface James watched all the bubbles come up, bubbles I was releasing from flooded lungs. When there were no more he put my clothes in a little package, weighed them down and then tossed them over the side to rejoin me. Then he pulled up anchor and left me there.

I remained tethered to the anchor until my flooded lungs made me sink to the bottom. The gases that built up tried to work me back to the surface. But that didn’t happen.

I’m still down here, waiting for someone to stumble over my body. But this isn’t a place divers like to explore. It’s likely I’ll never be found down here.

2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 10 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture I found and used as an illustration.)

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Noose seduction 4.2 (11)

Posted on October 12, 2018 by riwa

“Fiera, are you sure about this?”

“Ramona, will you just pipe down! I haven’t even snugged it yet.”

“I don’t know about this. Are you sure?”

“Honey, I’ve done this dozens of times, ok? Would you just lighten up and enjoy yourself? How does it feel?

“I don’t know. You’re not going to tighten it yet, are you?”

“Will you just calm down? You’re supposed to be feeling tingly and getting excited. Are you getting excited yet?”

“Umm… maybe a little…”

“You see? That’s what I’m talking about. I told you you’d like it.”

“I don’t know…”

“Would you just reach down and start playing with yourself already? I didn’t go to all this trouble just for you to stand there like a bump on a log.”

“I don’t know. I suppose I can, uh…”

“You want me to reach around and…”

“No, I’ll do it.”

“You see? I can tell you’re definitely wet down there. Am I right?”

“Yeah, I suppose I am.”

“And your nipples are getting hard; right?”

“A little.”

“Look, this won’t be any fun if you don’t calm down and start enjoying yourself. Everyone else I’ve talked to says the noose is arousing as hell to wear. Isn’t it the least bit arousing around your throat?”

“Well… maybe a little.”

“You want I should tighten it? Maybe I’d better tighten it. It feels better when it’s snug around your neck.”

“Fiera, maybe you’d better…” *gasp*

“Isn’t that better? Doesn’t that feel sexy?”

“Uh… maybe a little…”

“Damnit, Ramona! You’ve got to get into this! Are you frightened?”

“A little.”

“Does that mean you’re becoming aroused?”

“Maybe so – do you have to have it so snug?

“It’s no good unless it’s snug. You’re just not getting into it. Here, let me feel how wet you are.”

“Fiera, you don’t have to finger me down–” *gasp*

“Hah; I knew it! You’re getting wet down there. I told you so! Now are you going to touch yourself? Or am I going to have to do it for you?”

“Fiera, I just don’t know.”

“Oh, you’re one of THOSE, are you? That’s what I figured.”

“What do you mean ‘one of–” *gasp* “Fiera, you don’t have to t-touch me quite like that, d-do you?”

“Doesn’t that feel better when I finger you and rub you all over?”

“M-maybe a little.”

“’Maybe a little – maybe a little’?? Is that all you can say? Maybe you’re one of those submissive types, the ones who need to be pushed and cajoled and forced. I think you’re going to need the handcuffs.”

“H-handcuffs? Fiera, you’re not going to p-put handcuffs on me, are you?”

“No, silly. I’m going to let you do it. Now where did I leave them? They’ve got to be over here somewhere – ah, here they are!”

“Fiera, I really don’t think I want to…”

“If only you could see what I see. I can tell how turned on you are. You don’t want to admit it, honey. But I can see how aroused you are. You just don’t want to admit it yet.”

“I am? Are you sure?”

“Don’t play coy with me. Now put these on, ok? Make sure you cuff your wrists behind your back.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I want…”

“Oh for heaven’s sake! Would you just take ‘em already? They’re not going to bite! See? You’ve got them in your hands now. That’s not so bad, is it? Now pick a wrist and cuff one.”

“Fiera, is this really necess…?”

“Do you want to cum or not?”

“I don’t know if I can – *gasp* w-would you s-stop fingering me?”

“I will once you get on with it and cuff that wrist. Hurry up already. I don’t know about you, but I’m wet as hell. I’m tempted to force you to the floor and make you lick an orgasm right out of me. Would you prefer to do that instead?”

“All right – all right; I’m cuffing my wrist.” *click*

“Now put your arms behind your back and cuff the other one, ok? Ramona, it’s going to be super erotic once your hands are cuffed behind your back. I can tell you’re the submissive type. Trust me; I’ve done this dozens of times.”

“Are you s-sure?”

“Do you want me to do it for you? I will if you want… and I might not be so gentle about it.”

“N-no, I can d-do it.” *click*

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now the submissive is totally under my control. This gives me the chance to molest you by rubbing and fondling you all over.”

“Fiera? Mmmmm… uh, I’m not… mmmmmm… I don’t know… unnnnggggh…”

“Now to finger you myself since you kept hesitating.”

“Fiera, I think…. Unnggghhhh…. I don’t know if I like… mmmmmmm…”

“I told you wearing the noose would be erotic as hell. You’re really wet and clenching down there. I said it would be exciting, didn’t I? And your nipples are so fucking hard. I can’t believe how turned on you are. Mmmmmm.”

“Fiera, you don’t have to suck… mmmmm…. Would you stop fingering… unnnngghhhh….. ohgawd…”

“You’re really getting turned on now, aren’t you? I think it’s time we snugged the noose up a little more, don’t you? Let me just give it a little pull…”

“Fiera, I don’t – *rasp* Fiera… not so tight…” *gasp*

“Up on your toes now, Ramona. How does that feel? Doesn’t that feel sexy as hell? You sure look sexy as hell.”

“I – *gasp* – Down!”

“Oh for Pete’s sake! You are the most skittish girl I’ve ever noosed up! See? This end of the rope is loose in my hands. Now let me check that cunt of yours again.”

“Fiera, I don’t… mmmmm…”

“You’re wriggling and clenching, honey. I told you it would feel good. And your nipples are so fucking hard right now. Give me a sec; I want to suck on one… mmmmmm…”

“Fiera, I… mmmmmm… I can’t…. mmmmm… It’s so…. unnggghhh…”

“Ok, now I’m going to do a little test. I’m going to pull on the rope…”

“Fiera, no!”

“…and you tell me which way you like it more. Do you like it THIS way?”

“Fiera – *gawk* it’s too… it’s too… *gawk* please…”

“Or do you like it better this way? You can breathe better this way, right?”

“Yes, that’s better.”

“But it’s not as erotic; am I right? C’mon, Ramona; you can tell me. What; you don’t want to tell me? Which do you like more? This one with me fingering you while the noose is tighter?”

“Fiera – *gawk* rrspppp… gnnnhhhh…. mmmmm…”

“Or this way? Hell, honey; you don’t have to tell me. You were really clenching when I pulled on the end of the rope. Am I right?”

“Fiera, I – *GAWK* I cn’t breeeethe…”

“Yes you can, honey. And I can feel you clenching. Your nipples are so fucking hard they must be hurting by now. What, do you want me to remove the noose? Are you that freaked out? Ok fine; I’ll remove the noose and the cuffs. Just say the word.”

“Fiera, I… I don’t…”

“Just say the word and you’re free. No more sexual stimulation for you.”

“I… I don’t… I don’t know…”

“C’mon – c’mon; we haven’t got all day. I know a couple other sexy bitches I can call over this afternoon for some sexy rope fun if you’re not interested. Here, I’ll even let go of the rope.”

“Fiera, don’t.”

“Don’t what? You don’t like it, remember?”

“I… I didn’t… I didn’t say that.”

“Look, I’ve got a nice little stool over here we can play with. Do you want up? Or do you want to quit?”

“I………..”

“Excuse me? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I, uh… I w……….”

“You’ll have to speak louder, honey. I don’t have time to waste if you don’t want to play.”

“I’ll t……..”

“What was that? Speak up, bitch!”

“I’ll take the stool.”

“You’re sure about that? A minute ago you were squawking just because I added a little tension to the rope. Are you sure you want the stool?”

“Uh… I, uh… yes… yes I am.”

“You’re not going to quit on me again, are you?”

“N-no, Fiera.”

“Ok, I’m bringing the stool over. Now show me you mean it.”

“Ok, I’m climbing the s-stool.”

“You really do want this, don’t you?”

*nods*

“Even when I pull on the rope and finger you? You’re certainly clenching, so I assume you want it. Is that true?”

“Y-yes…” *nods*

“Now I’m going to go over here and tie this off – wait! Are you giving me that look? Are you going to back out? I though you said…”

“N-no, Fiera. You can tie it off.”

“That’s what I thought. Let me make sure it’s good and snug now.”

Gnnngghhh “Sssoooo… tighttttttt…”

“Up you go. This way you’re up on your toes. Those are the best orgasms, honey. You want a good orgasm, don’t you? Now that you’re up on your toes you should be able to have the best orgasms ever.”

Gnnnnghhhhh “Ffffeeeraaaah… sooooo tiiiiight….”

“But you can still breathe, right?”

*nods*

“Do you like it when I finger you now?”

Gnnnnnnggghhhhhh *nods*

“Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to fucking cum for me? You’re really clenching while I’m fingering your cunt. Are you going to – there it is! I see those eyes rolling! That looks like it was a good one.”

Gnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhh *nods*

“I got something special for you. I think they’re over here. Now where did I put them? Oh yeah; here they are. See these? They should really vibrate a couple of juicy orgasms out of you. Let me just push this first one into your cunt here. Damn, honey; you are so fucking wet.”

Ggnnnngghhhh… mmmmmmmmm…. “Cann’ttt balllllannncccc….. toes…”

“Clench your cunt, you sexy bitch! The longer you keep it inside, the more juicy orgasms you’ll have. Now let me push this one into that sexy ass of yours.”

Gnnnnnggghhh…. Unnngghhh…. Mmmmmmm…. Gssssppppppp….

“Having a little trouble keeping your balance? I see you’re shuffling around on the balls of your feet.”

Gnnnggghhhhh “Trruuuuuuuhhhhbbblleee…” *nods*

“Are you ready? Let’s see what happens when I turn them both on…”

Grrr…. Unnggghhhhhh… mmmmmmmm… rrsspppp…. “Feelllsssssss….”

“You’re really writhing around, aren’t you! You look so fucking sexy writhing around like that trying to keep your feet on the stool. You can still breathe, right?”

Gnnnnnggghhhhh…. *nods*

“Can you feel it swelling inside? It’s going to be a big one, isn’t it?”

Gnnngggghhhh… “Can’t….. keep….. balunccccccc…”

“If you lose the stool you’re going to cum so fucking hard. I can tell.”

Gnngghh…. Gnngghhhh… “Cummmmmmeeeeeeeeng…. Can’t keep…. Stoooooooll…”

*fingering own pussy* “Gawd, that is so fucking hot! That must feel incredible! Don’t you fucking love it?”

*feet slipping on stool* “Fieraaaaa…. Stoooollll…” gnnngghhhhh

“Go ahead. I’m here. Go right ahead and kick that stool away and cum up a storm. You’ve got a good, thick noose so you should last a while.”

Gnnngghhhhh… *knocks stool over* gssspppppppp *cough – cough*

“Oh fuck – oh fuck – oh fuck!” *falls to the floor and furiously masturbates* “That is so fucking hot! That is so fucking hot! Hang yourself, you sexy bitch!”

Ungh – ungh – ungh *shuddering*

“Fuck, I’m cumming with you! Fuck – fuck – fuck! Oh fuuuuuuuuuck!”

*legs kicking; body twisting* Gnnngh – gnngghhhh – gnngghhh

“Hump those dildos, baby! Fuck those toys! Gawd, you are so fucking sexy! Fuck; I think I’m going to cum again!”

“Fierrraaaa…. Hard…… breeeeeeth….”

“Relax, baby! Go with it! Hang onto those dildos, you sexy bitch! I can’t believe how fucking hot you look! You’re the best one I’ve ever hanged!”

*kicks; eyes widen in horror; struggles to breathe* Gnngghh – gnngghh – gnngghhh…. Unnngghhhh  gsssppppppp

“Oh fuck – oh fuck – oh fuck! The way you’re arching your back! I can see you’re… your eyes are… oh fuck; I’m cumming again!”

Gnngh – gnngh – gnngh… gssspppp… unngghh

“Oh fuck! You just squeezed that toy out of your cunt! You must be cumming like crazy! Didn’t I tell you how hard you were going to cum??”

Gngh – gngh – gngh… rrssppppp

“Oh fuck – oh gawd – oh shit! The way you’re humping the air like that! Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Dance, bitch; dance!”

Errrr…. Gnnnnnnngh….. esssspppppppp

*writhing on the floor masturbating* “Oh fuck; I can’t stop cumming! Baby, you’re the greatest!”

Unnggh – unngghh – UNGH! *gently sways back and forth*

“Fuck, that was a good one! That was such a good one, baby! Ohmygawd; that was awesome!” *panting as she climbs to her feet*

“Is that all you’ve got for me? Let me check your pussy. Damn, you’re still clenching. You’ve got a little bit of life left in you. That was so fucking sexy, Ramona. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so fucking hard. But from the looks of it I think you had one hell of an O, am I right?”

*pushes body; sets it gently swaying back and forth* “Not got anything to say? You don’t want to thank me for the best orgasms of your life? Damn, honey! I didn’t know how selfish you could be.” *gives body another push*

“Tell you what I’ll do. I leave you here so you can bask in the glow, ok? I’m sure you need the rest. Just enjoy yourself, ok? I’ve got to go back upstairs and get something to drink. Damn, that was hot.”

2018 (written Jul 5 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture I included as an illustration.)

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Our trip to Santamos Island 3.4 (5)

Posted on October 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.)

Our trip to Santamos Island

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

Part 1

I suppose if this were the 80’s you could call us yuppies as the term certainly fits. We’re in our twenties, upwardly mobile and making money in good professions. We’re also single by choice.

We met in various locations – the gym, the local watering hole, a business luncheon or simply jogging in the park. By the time it was all said and done we had quite the group. There were sixteen of us: eight guys and eight girls.

At first we kind of naturally paired off. But Amelia and Poppy had a rather unique suggestion. Rather than merging into couples, the girls suggested we all be open to dating each other so as not to become jealous. I guess they were talking about something on the order of a large swingers group.

I didn’t mind as I was busy playing the field anyway. To be honest I wanted to try half the girls in our group. Hell, I wouldn’t have minded going to bed with all of them. And since Amelia and Poppy were sluts anyway I understood exactly where they were coming from. Why be tied down to one individual when you could enjoy playing the field?

Some of the guys were hesitant at first, especially Oscar and Jack. Poppy suggested we give it a try for a month just to see how we liked it. We had permission to date or fuck anyone we wanted, so long as there were no official commitments.

By the end of the month everybody was in. We all met at Oliver’s expensive pad where we had a naked pool party to celebrate our swinging lifestyle. That afternoon we did our first blatant pairing off for sex. I kind of liked it because it meant everyone was on the menu.

That went well for a good nine months.  But it wasn’t long before a couple of the girls expressed how bored they were. After all, we pretty much had whatever we wanted, meaning we didn’t have to struggle for anything. At times it felt like an unsatisfying lifestyle.

I think Amelia and Poppy were the ones who needed a thrill the most. They were always looking for a new experience to push the envelope. So it came as no surprise when Amelia brought up Santamos Island while we were at Oliver’s place for a barbecue.

She told us it was an island in the Caribbean where executions were allowed to take place among consenting adults. People went there of their own free will to be hanged, drowned or beheaded. She seemed excited when she declared, “What could possibly be more thrilling than facing your own mortality?”

We thought she was nuts and we laughed it off as we all went outside to play naked volleyball. We worked up a good sweat before going skinny-dipping in the pool. That’s when we started talking about the crazy idea amongst ourselves.

After swapping partners for a late night fuck, we all gathered together at breakfast the next morning to discuss it further. Amazingly half of us were open to the idea while four more only needed a little nudge. That left Oscar, William, Sophia and Grace as more than a little resistant.

Amelia suggested we table discussion of the topic for a month. I knew what she was thinking. That would give her all the time she needed to privately work on the stragglers. She could be pretty damned persuasive when she wanted to be.

By the time of our next monthly meeting we were all in. Those last four were still a little hesitant. But they didn’t want to be left behind or risk falling out of favor with the rest of the group.

Amelia researched the place and found out they had a special yacht we could take out into open water. In back was what they used as a drowning pool. And there was a room inside with windows looking out at the sea, a room big enough to host a hanging event.

Charlie wanted to know what the hell she was thinking. Amelia looked all around at each one of us and smiled. Then she declared, “I propose a double drowning and a double hanging.”

I looked at her in shock. “You’re joking.”

“Isn’t that part of the thrill? We would have a one in four chance of not coming back. We can draw from a deck of cards and have the losers die in pairs: one guy and one girl.”

“Are you serious??” Sophia asked incredulously.

“Look who’s talking. Aren’t you the one who fucked in that park with George out in public? Don’t tell me you’re getting skittish on me now. Isn’t having a little risk a part of the thrill?”

“Yeah, but you’re talking about dying,” Thomas observed in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you’re willing to go all the way?”

“Hell yeah. If my card comes up then I’ll hang or I’ll drown. Hell, maybe one of you guys hanging with me can stick your cock in me as we go. Or how about a hot drowning-fuck? I’ve already fucked underwater in Oliver’s pool with half you guys.”

“I guess I’m in,” Jack announced. “Maybe this is the spark I need. Things have been getting a little monotonous around here.”

“I’m in,” Poppy declared enthusiastically.

I smiled at her as I told her, “I already figured that, honey. You’ll take a risk for just about anything.” She just grinned before sticking her tongue out at me.

“So who’s in?” Amelia wanted to know. “Eight guys and eight girls with a double hanging and a double drowning makes it a one in four chance. If all of us go then we’ll have the same odds.”

“But four of us won’t be coming back,” Grace observed quietly.

“Are you backing out?” Amelia retorted in challenge.

Of all of us, Grace most fit the characteristics of your typical girl next door: attractive and willing to try a few things if you nudged her a little. But when it came to this I knew she would be the weakest member.

She’d always taken a little while to warm up to some of Amelia’s crazier suggestions. But she’d come along quite a way from her early days in our group. Still, this was asking a lot of her.

She looked around at the lot of us as though looking for a sane face to bring some sensibility back to the group. But all she got in return was peer pressure from the more willing ones. I’m sure that same pressure had played a part in persuading several others to go along with Amelia’s crazy idea.

She finally asked, “What happens if we don’t come back? What happens to our jobs?”

“We don’t quit our jobs, silly. We just make preparations in case we draw the lucky card is all. It’s a risk we’ll all have to take. But it’s a piece of cake, really. We just make sure our affairs are in order in case we draw the joker.”

Grace sighed heavily. Amelia looked right at her and said, “Look, if you don’t want to go then don’t go. But I’m definitely going. So who’s going with me?”

Grace looked all around before sighing again. Then she held herself upright as she declared, “Ok, I’m in.”

“That’s my girl!” Amelia declared before going over and giving her a big hug. And with Grace willing to go, that meant none of the rest of us could chicken out. It would make us appear weaker than the one we already considered our weakest link. Amelia smiled in triumph as we all nodded our heads.

—

As it turned out, it was an easy decision to make. We were all replaceable at our jobs. The idea we were taking a trip we might not come back from did have a certain perverse appeal.

We pooled our resources and chartered a really nice flight early Friday morning. We wanted it to be just our group. That made the trip out to Santamos Island more intimate.

There was a lot of making out in the airplane. Hell, Thomas and Jessica and George and Lily paired off and fucked near the back of the cabin. The idea 4 of us were going to be dead soon had us all in an aroused state to the point where frenzied fucking was probably going to be the norm for the next few days.

We set down briefly in Jamaica before flying on to Santamos. We landed at the airport on the north side of the island. Transportation picked us up and hauled us to the western shore.

Amelia and Poppy had made arrangements to rent us two large villas with 4 bedrooms each. Naturally we paired up into sleeping arrangements. Amelia reminded us we would end up sleeping with a different partner on Saturday night after four of us had moved on to that great adventure in the beyond.

The yacht we were going to take out Saturday morning was already sitting at the dock to our villas. Naturally we all had to go down and check it out. We climbed aboard and gathered around to look at the pool in back.

There were ropes and shackles for the couple to be drowned. Amelia told us the long rope was to help hold us under so we wouldn’t try to back out at the last second. She eyed us all warily before saying, “Nobody’s going to chicken out, right? You’re not going to embarrass me, are you?” We all shook our heads.

We went aboard and looked in on that big room Amelia had mentioned. Two nooses were already in place close together, hanging above two chairs. That sobered us all right up.

“That is so fucking cool!” Amelia blurted out. “I can’t wait to watch somebody swing!”

“Maybe it’ll be you,” George told her with a smirk.

“And if you draw the joker, will you fuck me as we hang together, Georgie?” He just smiled. Everyone knew he was a little sweet on her.

Amelia looked around at our faces and laughed. “You guys all look so serious! Let’s all go to the nightclub at the LeGrand. We can watch the sun go down and then dance our lives away before a couple of us dance our lives away for real tomorrow morning.” I think we were all glad to get off that damned boat for the night.

We ate a nice supper and then watched the sun go down. Afterwards we all went dancing, changing partners several times. But we ended up going back to our villas with the one we’d chosen to spend our first night on the island.

I’d picked Jessica, so when we got back we went out to the beach and did a little skinny-dipping. She was a hot brunette who worked at an advertising firm. But she had already admitted if something happened to her she would be relatively easy to replace. It made me wonder if our lives had little meaning where we worked, making us more susceptible to Amelia’s crazy suggestions.

We played in the water and then stretched out naked on the shore. “What do you think?” she finally asked. “You got a one in four chance of dying tomorrow morning.”

“So do you.”

“Scared?”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit anxious. But if Grace is willing to take the risk, I don’t see how I can back out. Hell, I don’t see how anyone can back out, not after she fully committed.”

“You think she’ll still be fully committed come morning? Do you think any of us will be?”

“I don’t know, Jess. So I guess we’d better make the most of tonight.” Then I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her passionately.

We fucked in the sand until we got tired of it getting everywhere. So we went back to our room and fucked some more. Everyone else must have had the same idea as we could hear moans and cries of ecstasy from all the fucking going on in the bedrooms around us.

2018 (written Jul 29 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by renders and the story Luxe Cruise by SusanCoquin. Render included for illustration purposes.)

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The Old Folks Home 3 (4)

Posted on September 30, 2018 by riwa

Dorothy Brown was preparing the medication in the care home for men in Dewsbury Road. She was the night nurse and came on duty at nine p m until six am next morning. She was distracted when she heard a patient calling out, “Nurse; nurse??

Leaving the medication supplies she went to find Alfred on the floor unable to get back up. She helped him back to bed and then went back to finish preparing the night medications. She had to hand it out individually, making sure the men all took it as they were in their late seventies to early nineties.

It was not an unpleasant task to perform. Once they were tucked up in bed she could settle down to what was usually a rather quiet night. And tonight she was looking forward to an uneventful evening in the care home.

She was making her rounds checking everything an hour later when she was suddenly grabbed in the corridor. It felt like there were hands all over her, bundling her off into one of the dark, empty bedrooms. She tried to cry out but hands covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming.

At first she thought intruders had burst in to molest her. It seemed a crazy notion, but it was one that seemed to be confirmed as all those hands swiftly undressed her until she was standing only in her bra and knickers. But then she heard grunts and voices, making her wonder if perhaps it might be some of the patients.

What the hell??

She cried out in horror as the evening lights came on. That’s when she saw ten rock hard cocks surrounding her, cocks that seemingly belonged to ten old men who should have been long past their sexual prime.

Oh shit! Had they found the Viagra she usually kept locked up in the medicine box? Those cocks were really hard, a couple were even dripping!

“No, Boys,” she tried to reason gently with them. “No; you could harm yourselves at your age.” But that didn’t seem to diminish their excitement in the slightest.

“Help!” she cried out as her bra was popped open. Her 34 C’s fell right out, an act that was swiftly followed by the loss of her knickers. This was rapidly getting out of hand!

She yelped as she was picked up and laid out all spread-eagled upon the empty double bed. A naked Frank came up to her and quickly tied her wrists to the head of the bed. He was 85 had served in the Navy. But strangely his strength did not seem to have diminished as he stretched her out. And his willie was disturbingly engorged.

He pulled legs wide and then tied them off to the corners of the bed frame. Unfortunately all the beds in the care home were metal framed and were now proving to be just right to spread-eagle a helpless nurse. Dorothy was well and truly secured; she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I tied her up so I get to go first,” Frank declared. He quickly climbed on top of Dorothy who by now simply could not comprehend what the hell was happening to her. It was obvious of course; but it was totally unexpected and bizarre beyond belief.

“Frank, no; not at your age!” She was concerned about him hurting himself, perhaps bringing on a heart attack? Another patient covered her mouth with his hand as she felt Frank’s cock at the entrance to her love tunnel.

Her eyes were wide as she anxiously shook her head. With one hard thrust he was in. Then he began fucking her with abandon, surprising for an 85 year old man.

Dorothy screamed into the hand covering her mouth… “Oh God; no!” But Frank was eagerly fucking her like there was no tomorrow. His weight was upon her, smelling of wintergreen and vics.

Dorothy was caught gasping for breath as his rock hard cock pounded away at her pussy. She frantically looked around for help from someone. But all she saw were the other elderly male patients standing around her. All were naked, cocks hard and saluting. Some were even stroking a little as they watched as though awaiting their turn.

It hit Dorothy like a thunderbolt from out of the blue. These men she’d taken care of since they’d come to the care home were all going to fuck her! Her eyes opened even wider in horror and she tried to cry out, only for the hand to clamp down hard over her mouth.

She felt Frank stiffen, instantly recognizing it for what it was. “Oh my God; No! A moment later she whimpered as Frank shot a huge load of sperm into her womb.

She cried out as she felt his warmth. He just groaned, excitedly gasping, “Oh fucking hell, Dorothy!” Obviously he was in no hurry to roll off.

When he did pull out a minute later his cock was just as hard as it had been going in. This was something Dorothy had never witnessed before, the wonders of Viagra. Then Bernard was next, climbing on top of her with his 93 year old body and a cock so big and hard it was unbelievable.

The horrified nurse caught a glimpse of it before it disappeared up her vagina. She gasped with shock and humiliating pleasure, a 31 year old woman being fucked by a 93 year old man. And amazingly it was happening to her!

“I have always wanted to fuck you, Dorothy,” Bernard gasped excitedly. “You have a stunning body!” But all Dorothy could cry out was “Oh please, Bernard; no!” The hand returned – it belonged to someone else this time – and she let out a muffled cry as Bernard shot a huge wad of sperm into her cunt.

When he was finished he stayed inside a few moments longer. Apparently he was in no hurry to climb off either. Dorothy could only gaze in wonderment as his cock came out just as hard as it had gone in.

An idle through crossed her mind… ‘I must get some Viagra for my husband.’ Then another one was on top of her. This time she was being fucked by 87 year old Arthur.

She struggled, she squirmed… she tried to get them to stop. A hand always covered her mouth to keep her voice down. There were ten elderly men in that care home, and it seemed like every one of them wanted to fuck her… and several wanted to shag her more than once!

A pillow had been placed under her bum for better access was now soaked with spunk. Her womb was well and truly flooded. Some of the men wandered out but a few stayed to watch, to cover her mouth, or to have another go at her.

Around two in the morning Bernard came back into the room after another one got off her naked body. He climbed on, straddled her chest and then smacked her face with his hard cock. By now there were no hands over her face as Dorothy had stopped trying to cry out, concluding no one was going to check on this part of the home at this hour.

Bernard smacked her face with his hard cock. “Suck it, Dorothy, and suck it good.” She winced and shook her head.

The idea of sucking a 93 year old cock made her feel sick. She threw her head from side to side, refusing to take it into her mouth. But Bernard had help; there was always one or two other men in there with her.

A pillow was placed under her head as strong hands held her head steady. Dorothy stubbornly kept her mouth shut tight. But fingers squeezed her nose shut, pinching her nostrils and closing off her air.

Try as she might, it was impossible to keep her mouth shut as she needed to breathe. The moment it opened Bernard’s cock filled her mouth and rammed down her throat. Dorothy gagged and choked on it.

“Now suck it!” Bernard demanded, slapping her face hard. Dorothy decided it was better to suck and get it over with. When he pulled out and cruelly rammed it back home Dorothy sucked for all she was worth, hoping to get him off quick.

She suddenly became aware of a nearby buzzing sound. It drew closer as she licked and sucked, choking on Bernard’s cock as he rammed it home again and again. Then the buzzing settled upon her swollen clit.

Instantly Dorothy knew what they had in their possession… OH SHIT, THEY HAVE A VIBRATOR. Someone used it to tickle and torment her clit as Bernard thrust his cock into her mouth. She tried hard but her body simply gave in to it, writhing and humping against it despite her best efforts.

The man using it knew what he was doing – surely he was one of the elderly men having fucked her earlier. He pressed it onto her G spot and cruelly held it there. Her hips bucked instinctively in rhythm, her naked body writhing and sweating up a storm as she sucked furiously on Bernard’s cock.

“Better cover her mouth,” he warned one of the others. The hand came down just in time. Dorothy’s orgasmic scream was muffled as her body bucked and shuddered in extreme pleasure.

“Just look at her go!” a male voice gasped in awe. Then Bernard let out a grunt as he shot his load down her throat. Dorothy had no choice but to swallow the sperm of a 93 year old man; it almost made her nauseous.

Bernard pulled out and slapped her face with his cock. “Now clean it off1” he demanded. Dorothy spent the next several minutes licking it clean. Bernard even pulled his foreskin back so her tongue could clean the inside of that as well.

Dorothy sagged on the bed in defeat. She was now resigned to her fate. Besides, her body, boobs and vagina were covered in sperm.

It got quiet as the party petered out. But Dorothy was left tied to the bed. During the night one of the men would casually walk into the room, climb on top of her and then fuck her stunning body, filling her with even more sperm before pulling out and then walking out of the room.

Dorothy nodding off for a bit, only to awaken to Frank’s cock down her throat. She grunted and gurgled but she had no other choice. Almost immediately the vibrator returned; some other bastard had come back to torment her.

She swallowed cock as the vibe devastated her, her clit and labia swollen. It swelled within her until she screamed into the cock in her mouth in muffled orgasm. A moment later she got another load of cum down her throat before Frank climbed off and left the room.

She got a few minutes more of rest only to awaken to a cock slamming her relentlessly. Her eyes flew open; she was being shagged all over again. Hadn’t they had enough??

It swelled within her until she screamed again in orgasm. He quickly covered her mouth before emptying another load in a pussy flowing with spunk. Then he climbed off and left, leaving her to nod off again.

She got little sleep. There was always someone to suck or fuck. They couldn’t get enough of the fit body of a 31 year old woman.

A few times she was awakened by the vibrator. Apparently some of them loved to listen to her screams of orgasm. But whenever she threatened to get too loud a hand always covered her mouth.

Dorothy slept fitfully as things seemed to have quieted down. Occasionally she was awakened to find some patient on top of her using up the remnants of his Viagra. But at least she was not being fucked as often.

She awoke with a start when she heard the click of the front door. That’s when she realized it must be the day nurse. A clock on the wall said it was six am, so obviously that had to be Peggy.

She heard her calling out to her… “Dorothy? Dorothy, where the hell are you?” She stiffened upon the bed, not wanting to be found this way. But the guys hadn’t freed her from the bed just yet.

“Peggy?? Peggy, don`t come in here! Run, Peggy; run! Go get help!” But it was too late. Her frame was already filling the doorway, a look of shock in her eyes.

“Dorothy?? Bloody Hell, love, what happened to – HA– OHH AAHH WHAT THE HELL??? LET ME GO!”

Male hands grabbed Peggy and dragged her across the corridor into the empty room on the other side of the hall. Dorothy blurted out her fears as she looked across and saw them tying her down to a separate bed… “They found the Viagra, Peggy! They are high on it!” But the day nurse was too busy to respond, already having problems of her own… “No! Stop it, Arthur! Turn me loose, don’t do this to me!”

Dorothy knew the unmistakable sounds of a woman being undressed. These guys were old, but they were certainly not daft. They knew an attractive 35 year old when they saw one. And Peggy’s arrival meant fresh meat!

Had they topped off on Viagra again? It was six am, the day nurse had arrived, and their libidos seemed to be catching a second wind!

Peggy screamed and gasped as her clothes were ripped from her body. She was carried to the bed and stretched on top spread-eagled the way Dorothy had been tied. Frank was at it again, making made sure she was secured by his rope ties to the corners of the metal frame beneath the mattress.

“Me first!” he declared as Dorothy watched him climb on top of a horrified Peggy from across the way. She heard the unmistakable scream of a woman being entered against her will. Now poor Peggy was being fucked by an 85 year old the way Dorothy’s torment had started out the night before.

Ernest sauntered into Dorothy`s room again. He was 83 and had already had her three times previously. “Might as well have a go at you again, love, while the others go through Peggy.”

“Ernest, no; I’m a bloody mess!” He just climbed on top with a smile before shoving right in. Dorothy’s pussy was so wet and lubricated with spunk he had no problems whatsoever.

Peggy let out a cry as Frank fucked her hard. Dorothy could hear the bed across the hall squeaking with the action on top. The day nurse let out a wail as Frank grunted and then thrust good and hard.

In the middle of her fucking she turned to look across the hall at Dorothy being ravaged by Ernest. “How long have you been like that, love?” she called out as Frank pounded her pussy good and hard.

“Since half past ten last night, Peggy. I have been fucked stupid!”

Peggy looked up at Frank to see the lewd grin on his face as he pounded her hard. “Oh shit!” she gasped. She was just beginning to get an inkling of what Dorothy had gone through and what might lay in store for her if the guys were coming around for round two.

Frank unloaded in her until the pillow under her bum got its first soaking. Then Bernard climbed aboard for some fun. She hollered out, “Devlin; bloody hell; NO!” But there was no stopping them as the guys swarmed into both rooms, fresh for more fucking.

The next hour and a half found Dorothy and Peggy being fucked nonstop. One guy after the other climbed aboard for another round with a sexy nurse. Dorothy gave up again and just went with it.

At one point she heard Peggy cry out, “Bernard NO! Please don’t shove that nasty cock down my throat!” Then there was silence as Dorothy heard gagging and grunting from the other room.

It wasn’t long before she thought she heard that vibrator again. This time it was in Peggy’s room. She was gagging on cock while her clit was being buzzed. Dorothy knew right away what she was in for and it aroused her shamefully.

A few minutes later she heard Peggy scream. This time it was the unmistakable scream of joy a girl gives as she orgasms. A moment later Bernard’s cock was shoved back down her throat again. Dorothy heard his cry of release, telling her Peggy was swallowing a healthy load of spunk from the appendage of a 93 year old man. They were obviously using the vibrator on her to make her cum.

At one point Dorothy had a dick down her throat. Looking across she saw Peggy was being forced to swallow another one. When Peggy got her protein shake for a moment it looked like she was going to be sick. Dorothy just swallowed hers she had been given more than one cum-shake during the early morning hours.

The old boys finally started to fade out as it came up on eight thirty. Bernard took Dorothy one last time while Arthur had one last go at Peggy. After that things went quiet as the men went back to their rooms and fell asleep.

The two nurses looked across at each other, thoroughly exhausted while still secured to their beds. “God, Dorothy; I am so bloody fucked!”

“Not near as much as me,” Dorothy replied. “I`m covered inside and out, head to toe in sperm. I have never in my life been fucked by a bunch of old men like this before.

“Me neither, love; me neither.”

The front door opened and both nurses looked at each other in horror. They both knew in an instant who it was. It was the Matron coming in for the day shift…

“Peggy? Peggy? Bloody hell! There’s no sign of breakfast… no smell of bacon. Peggy, where the hell are you??”

“I`m back in here.” She was so exhausted it barely came out above a whisper.

The Matron came and stood open mouthed in the doorway, taking in both naked, spread-eagled nurses. They appeared to be totally covered in spunk.

“What the hell happened in here, Peggy? How long have you been like that?”

“Since I got here at six.”

“Where the hell is Dorothy?”

“Look across the hall.”

“WHAT?? BLOODY HELL!” Dorothy blushed a deep crimson, humiliated to be seen in her current condition.

“What the hell happened to you? How long have you been like that??”

“Since half ten last night.” Dorothy lowered her gaze, unable to look the Matron in the eyes.

The Matron untied the two of them starting with Dorothy. She was clearly happy to be freed from her bed. But she was a mess and felt like she needed a shower and a week’s worth of slumber.

“Go and get yourselves cleaned up,” the Matron instructed them. “Then report back to my office.” They nodded with embarrassment, their faces beet red.

Both girls walked gingerly toward the shower room, hardly able to walk after all that fucking. They scrubbed themselves in silence, unable to look each other in the eye the whole time. Neither one said a word.

It had been a deep humiliation being fucked by men old enough to be their grandfather. Both felt a deep shame. And yet despite their ordeal they both felt a secret elation, neither able to admit to the other how deep down they had thoroughly enjoyed it.

Back in the Matron’s office they were told the events of the previous night’s debauchery must never get out. If it did and the press got wind of it they would have a field day with the story.

Dorothy tried to lay out exactly what happened. But both girls were terminated immediately. Something inside the Matron made her think Dorothy`s story simply didn’t ring true.

Breakfast was cancelled because the old men were fast asleep. Around lunch time they began to wake up and wander into the dining room. But one of them did not show up for lunch.

“Has anyone seen Arthur?” There was no reply; apparently they had not. She went to his room but Arthur was cold in bed. He must have died in his sleep.  Peggy had been his last fuck, and it turned out to have been on fuck too many.

Nine months later Peggy and Dorothy were in beds opposite each other in the Dewsbury Maternity ward. Dorothy produced a girl and called her Wendy. Peggy produced a boy and named him Arthur. He was the last man to fuck her that night and she always wanted to remember him. But the home never recovered from the incident. It closed three years later and was demolished soon afterwards, taking its secrets with it.

2016 (Written for dorothy Aug 12 ’16 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3.3 (3)

Posted on September 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming October rewards
Will Maggie get into trouble for her outburst at the dolphin tank in the ongoing Island series?
What will happen to Sylvia at the club with Jaime and her husband? Or will it be Jaime who finds herself in a dangerous situation?
Sada gets strangled and hanged.
Melissa wants to be his bubbly little snuff-puppet
Zuzana volunteers to be the first one to participate when her friend opens a business for erotic asphyxiation.
I plan to upload more of the peace treaty.
And I’ll post anything else that inspires me going into Halloween.

August stories/rewards will fall off at the end of September to make room for October rewards. I’ve passed four kidney stones so far, thankfully with a minimal amount of pain. And I got to drive up to see mom for a couple of days. The trip involved 4 gas fill-ups. So I appreciate all of you being my patrons. I hope you have a great October while I upload fun stories for your reading enjoyment this month.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Island 3-4 (plus Club bonus) (9-5-18)

15703 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a pair of long, older series recently edited.

Island 3-4 – For causing so much trouble on the bus, Miranda finds herself on the receiving end of a wicked dunking inside the ship’s interior pool. Ch 4 finds herself receiving the bubbling punishment she deserves. Mike and Maggie make sure they get some pleasure out of it, including the use of a toy as well as Mike’s erect member. (18 pages)

Jaime 3-4 – Jaime’s husband John narrates how he visited the club and witnessed the demise of some of the females he saw there, including one who wanted him to watch during her noose-dance. It’s a secret he’s hiding from his wife, even as his Club visits begin to manifest in their sexual play. (11 pages)

Included is an unadvertised bonus “wet” short of 5 pages, 1221 words, and six picture illustrations.

Doing the MILF part 3 (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-15-18)

15060 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another addition to the MILF story with new JustPaul illustrations. Included are a couple of additional stories – one old, one new – inspired by JustPaul animations. My thanks for his great renders.

Doing the MILF part 3 – Stella is eager to hear more of Shaun’s sexual adventures with the MILF next door. So she comes over for a soak to learn more details. He decides to use the handcuffs on her while adding a sexual toy to their fun. Then Janice comes over late Sunday night wanting a soak and something more. Will he use the cuffs and the toy on his neighbor as well? Will he finally give her what she wants? (12 pics; 23 pages)

Freediving Academy: Clarissa and Marie – (aka Freediving Academy day two) Clarissa dives a wreck and gets herself into trouble. Marie shows up at an opportune time to help her. Clarissa tells her she would enjoy going back down while allowing Marie to teach her more of what she knows about erotically holding her breath. (17 pics; 14 pages)

Money – Two ladies are about to come into possession of a lot of money waiting for them in a sunken vessel. But one decides to get rid of the other and keep all the dough for herself. Will she succeed? (9 pics; 12 pages)

Goodbye Angels (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-15-18)

17848 words – $6.00

 From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new story originally written as a 4 part script. Included is an older story I went through and polished up for your reading enjoyment.

Goodbye Angels – Charlie is about to be investigated by the Feds. This is bad because the type of business he’s been running lately is not one you would want to write home to mother about, not when it involves a lot of bubbly assassinations. And in this case he has three female liabilities in particular that will have to be dealt with. (5 chapters at 21 pages of bubbling, including two scenes using scuba gear in the springs.)

Britney’s Bubbly Bang – Jim finds an aquaphile in a lounge at the resort and takes her out to the pool after hours. But he doesn’t want to leave his friend and roommate out of all the fun. So he goes and gets him so the two of them can enjoy Britney together. After all, she’s tied up and waiting for them out in the pool. (12 pages)

Dear Diary 12 (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-15-18)

18587 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a brand new chapter to the Dear Diary series. I have also included a recently edited Emma-in-an-underwater-predicament story for your reading enjoyment.

Dear Diary 12 – Kristen and her mom are planning on entertaining Tina and Marie in the backyard pool. But the car breaks down. Kristen catches a ride home with a mechanic to let them know what happened while her mom waits for the vehicle to be fixed.

When she gets home she discovers her dad is in the water enjoying a naked swim. She joins him for some dunking and bubbly fun. Then Tina and Marie show up at the moment Kristen is swallowing her daddy’s cum. But Marie is hesitant about getting into the water with Kristen’s father.

Kristen gets Tina to join her, and soon they are both naked. After a while, they get out and drag Marie into the pool. Then she lures her father closer until they are all naked in the water where Marie makes an incredible request of her dad involving keeping someone underwater until they bubble. (22 brand new pages)

A perilous situation – Emma finds herself in a pickle when she goes early to the Spa to play an erotic escape act down in the filtration tank. The girlfriend of the guy she’s been blowing shows up to interrupt her session, potentially making it much more lethal. (12 pages)

JP Combo V (reactivated 9-15-18)

5853 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older JustPaul poser illustrated stories recently edited. With this bundle you get a variety of underwater locations and situations including pool, hot tub and bathtub.

Sweet Dreams – While skinny-dipping in the resort pool Brooke has sexual thoughts about the guy who gave her and her friend Vera a ride out to the Keys earlier that day. (8 pages plus poser illustrations)

Jolene – Inspired by the Dolly Parton song and JustPaul’s renders comes a story of a wife determined to have it out with the woman who is seeing her husband. She catches them both in the hot tub and her anger pushes her over the edge. (8 pages plus poser illustrations)

The lure of the tub – Vanessa wants to manipulate her husband into making a purchase for her. The only way she knows how to do it is to use the lure of the bathtub to get her way. Will it work or will it backfire on her? (5 pages plus poser illustrations)

Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway 2 (plus bonus) (9-23-18)

7625 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of the erotic weekend between Paul and Brooke. Included is a new short story inspired by some of his older renders.

Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway 2 – Brooke decides she wants to try the stripper pole at the Mermaid Lounge before trying her hand at giving an underwater lap dance. Then she wants to work Paul up into a frenzy by doing a Deep Solo for him, even though she’ll draw the attention of others (including a lusty female admirer) before they head back to the bungalow for more fun in the glass tub. (20 pages; 19 renders)

Autumn’s wreck dive – Autumn is a mild mannered bank manager who likes to let her hair down by going on freedives in the Bahamas. She’s taken classes from the free diving academy, so she knows how to be safe and how to watch her limitations. But what kind of attention will she attract once she’s down on the wreck? (10 pages; 9 renders)

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Hanging Rusty 4.5 (19)

Posted on September 25, 2018 by riwa

I chased her down throughout the mesas and canyons of the southwest. She was a slippery little devil. But I finally caught up to her in New Mexico in Apache territory.

She was on her horse when she took a shot at me and missed. I took a shot at her mount and didn’t. From that moment on she was on foot.

“You bastard!” she yelled as she took cover. “You’re going to pay for that!” Then she emptied her revolver in my direction. It was a waste of bullets as I ducked behind a low mound, so it didn’t do her any good.

“What’ll it be, Rusty?” I called out to her. “Do I leave you out here for the Apaches to collect? Or do you give up? They might be interested in a feisty thing like you! The wanted poster says dead or alive, you know, so it makes no difference to me!”

“I give up – I give up!” Then she stood up in her blouse and jeans.

I foolishly stood up to collect her, only to hear the sound of a Winchester firing as she took several more shots at me. I fired in anger before I ducked back down. The bitch narrowly missed me.

I heard a cry followed by “All right – all right; you got me, asshole! Stop shooting!”

“Let me see it, Rusty!” A moment later the Winchester came flying out.

“Anything else you’re packing?”

“I’m wounded, ok? Come get me!”

“You try anything and I’ll blow your fucking head off!”

I circled around from a different direction. Then I tossed a boot at her. It landed off to her left.

Quick as a flash she threw a knife in that direction. That’s what I thought. So I rose up and put one in the ground at her feet.

She jerked with a start before an obscenity flew from her lips. Then I took aim at her head. “Are we done here, Rusty?”

“Yeah, we’re done. You got me in the shoulder, you bastard.” Then she showed me the wound.

“I didn’t know you were left-handed.”

“You weren’t supposed to know.”

I slowly walked up to her. But I still didn’t trust her. “Take it all off, Rusty.”

“You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking? Do it or this one will go right between the eyes.”

“Alright, asshole.”

She did as she was told, removing all but her footwear. I’d heard the stories but I couldn’t believe it. Didn’t she know this was no place for heels?

“Anything else?” she asked as I walked up to her. I could feel a bulge growing down below. “What’sa matter, bounty hunter? Does that mean you’re glad to see me or what?”

She took a sudden kick at me. I barely dodged her heel in time. Then I tackled her to the ground.

She snarled obscenities as I took the length of rope dangling from my gun belt and tied her wrists behind her back. Then I checked her shoulder. I could tell it hurt, but it was mostly a flesh wound.

I tore her shirt into strips and used it to tie her ankles together. “Don’t go away, Rusty.” She spit another obscenity my way as I went to get Flame who was now grazing on a tuft of grass.

I brought him over and tied him to a nearby tree. I removed the saddle and blanket, dumping the saddle while spreading the blanket out on the ground. That’s when Rusty charged me, somehow having shed the shirt around her ankles, the wily snake.

I tackled her to the ground again before slapping her face hard. Then I started to undress. I could tell she was outraged.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I think you’re going to be too much work taking back to Dodge City while you’re alive. So I’m going to fuck you before I kill you.”

“You bastard! You can’t do this to me!”

“Yes I can, Rusty.”

She tried to fight me. But I threw her flat on her back on my horse blanket. Then I climbed on top her.

“Rusty, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“Let’s do it the hard way, asshole!”

“Suit yourself.”

I rolled her over and pulled her up onto her knees. Then I forced myself into her cunt from behind. Strangely it was wet and dripping.

“Excited I’m going to fuck you, Rusty?”

“Fuck off!”

“No, I think I’ll just fuck away instead.” And with that I really started giving it to her good.

She let out a cry; she was nice and tight. I wondered how many cowpokes she had fucked and then killed, robbing them before riding off to find someone else to fuck and murder. Had she encountered me under different circumstances I might have fallen for her charms and been victim number 7… or was it number 8 by now?

She cursed me as I fucked her good and hard. I buried her face in the blanket to muffle her obscenities. Then she started grunting.

“Enjoying yourself, Rusty?” I cackled.

“I only enjoy fucking real men.” Her voice was muffled, but I could make out every word.

“Close enough for me,” I sneered as I fucked the shit out of her.

Before giving her my seed I pulled out and pushed my cock against her sphincter. She deserved my load in a more appropriate location. I felt it tighten up, but I just kept on pushing.

She cried out, “No – don’t!” But I paid her no mind as I pushed my way inside. Then she let out another cry as I fucked her ass.

This time her gasps turned to moans. What the hell was this? Was Rusty an anal whore?

She begged me to stop but I refused. She was nice and tight and she was clenching like a good saloon whore. She shook her head as she fell to pleading… “No… you can’t.” Then I rammed her good and hard as I unloaded deep inside her.

She let out a wail of misery before she stiffened. Then she shuddered hard. I slowly slid in and out until she came down from her high, panting like crazy.

“Damn you! You weren’t supposed to… do that!”

“Do what, Rusty?”

“Give me an orgasm, damn you! No one’s ever fucked my ass like that before. It’s the only way I can cum. You weren’t supposed to find out.”

“I guess that makes me a bad boy, Rusty. Now let’s get you all noosed up.”

“You’re not going to hang me, are you?”

“They’ll hang you back in Dodge, Rusty. But I don’t think you’re going to let me get you that far. So let’s do it now, shall we?”

I could have shot her right then and there. I was sorely tempted; she’d certainly given me ample reason to plug her. No one would have minded me bringing back a bullet-riddled body. But I wanted more out of her.

Still naked, I removed my lariat from Flame and formed one end into a noose. Then I tossed it over a branch to the tree. Rusty looked at me all wide-eyed and panting for breath.

“What do you think, Rusty?” I asked as I looped it over her head.

“You can’t! You wouldn’t!”

“I can and I will. You’ve been a pain in the ass this whole time, Rusty. I don’t think anyone is going to mind if I haul you in dead, even with a rope mark around your neck. Beats a hail of bullets, don’t you think?”

“You bastard!”

I hefted her up onto Flame’s bare back. She tried to kick me again before urging Flame to break free of the tree I’d tied him to. But he wasn’t going anywhere.

I quickly tied off the lariat to the trunk. Now if she got Flame to move it was going to cost her dearly. I finally had her attention.

She looked down to see my cock had gotten hard again. “You’re certainly enjoying this, aren’t you, asshole?”

“I certainly am, Rusty.”

“Eager to watch me swing naked?”

“Absolutely.”

For the first time since I’d been chasing her she seemed to soften a little. She began panting for breath as her nipples hardened right up. Then I untied my horse from the tree.

“Ok, Flame. There’s a nice tuft of grass a few feet ahead of you. Go right ahead and enjoy yourself. There’ll be a little extra something there waiting for you.”

I pulled a cube of sugar from my pocket as a reward. I knew he’d go right for it as soon as I tossed it. That’s when Rusty gasped, “Wait!”

“Why? You got some last words you want to say to me, Rusty?”

She panted thoughtfully for a moment. Then she asked, “What’s your name? I suppose I ought to know the name of the man who fucked me and who’s about to hang me.”

“Jack. Jack Ford, son of Sam Ford, the guy you shot and robbed back in Abilene.”

She actually lowered her head as though she was a little remorseful. “I’m sorry about that, Jack. To be honest I think you’re doing the right thing. If our roles were reversed I know I’d hang you like this sure as shootin’. Besides, I’ll probably fight you all the way back to Dodge City until one of us kills the other. I won’t be able to help myself. It’s just who I am.”

“That’s kinda what I figured, Rusty.”

“Tell you what I’ll do, Jack. I’ll give you a private show. This one is just for you and your dad, ok? I don’t feel like hangin’ in front of a large crowd anyway, not with all those women watching as well as those impressionable young’uns. Just a small request though.”

“What’s that, Rusty?”

“Make it worth my while?”

I thought about it for a moment as I gave her naked, trembling body a long look. Then I smiled at her. “I think I can do that, Rusty.” And with that I tossed the sugar cube into that tuft of grass.

Flame caught sight of it right away and began to walk forward. Rusty let out a cry as she tried to hold onto him with her legs. But she just slid off his backside and began to swing back and forth.

She rasped and gurgled as her face went red. It was satisfying as hell watching her swing naked. Her nipples were really hard, her pussy wet and winking as my cum leaked out of her ass.

She danced for a good three or four minutes until she exhausted herself, a foot occasionally lashing out in my direction. I wasn’t about to get close enough for her to kick at me with those heels. She wasn’t going to die with any boots on, but I guess this was as close as she was going to come.

When she settled down I moved in, parted her legs and started licking her cunt. She had such a sweet flavor for being such a bloodthirsty whore. She stopped resisting and kinda went with it.

In our last few moments together I began to find myself growing fond of her. She grunted as she wrapped a leg around me, trying to draw me closer. She wasn’t getting any leverage, so it wasn’t helping to ease the strain around her neck. But I got the impression she liked what I was doing to her.

She began humping my mouth as her pussy winked and clenched. My cock was hard and dripping as she shuddered in my grasp. Then she was cumming in the noose… and I was cumming too.

She was defiant to the end, going so far as to spray me with her fluids. She even peed on me before she hung limp. I just kept on licking as I chuckled, “Ok, Rusty. I’ll let you have that one. But I get what’s left.”

I untied the rope and lowered her just enough for my cock. Then I tied her back up. “Now it’s my turn, bitch” and I proceeded to fuck her cunt and ass while she dangled from the noose. After all, Flame was hungry and I’d missed giving him his daily dose of oats three days straight during the long, arduous chase.

I took my time and enjoyed her body now that she wasn’t fighting me anymore. Afterwards I took her down, spread her out on the blanket and fucked her again. When I was done I found a sandy spot not too far away and buried her possessions along with her corpse.

It was the only time I never took a criminal back to collect the bounty. She paid me in full that day on the tree and the ground. I kind of think she would have approved, bitch that she was…

(Jul 11 ’18)

(Inspired by the picture included for illustration purposes.)

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Victor’s Guillotine 13 4.4 (14)

Posted on September 20, 2018 by riwa

13

My dream turned out to be far more erotic than the real thing. We weren’t down in the guillotine room more than a minute before Richard whispered to me he wasn’t feeling well. So I took pity on him and took him back upstairs.

Joyce and Sybil came up a couple minutes later. They were thoughtfully concerned about our guest. Richard apologized, telling them he was having a reaction in his stomach. He didn’t know whether it was mental or physical and for them to go on ahead without him.

“You can go back down, Julie. I think I’ll be all right. I don’t want to spoil your fun. Maybe I can catch a cab back to my hotel.”

My first thought was how Dorothy would want me to take care of him. So I offered to drive him back. I even told him I would explain everything to James so he wouldn’t have to worry about it.

He tried to encourage me to stay and enjoy myself. Lorraine even offered to drive him back for me. But I felt responsible for him and told her I would take him back to the hotel myself. She told me she would save some meat from Dorothy for me to take to James along with a couple of nice cuts for myself.

Richard was rather subdued the whole trip back. I told him I hoped he enjoyed himself and not to worry too much about what happened. He apologized again, telling me he first thought it was going to be ok until it started to boomerang back on him.

When I got him back to the hotel I offered to stay and spend some time with him. He thanked me, but said he was going to take something for his indigestion before taking a nap. Again he apologized for ruining my afternoon.

I told him he’d done no such thing. I said he gave Dorothy one hell of a send-off and not to feel bad about it at all. Then I kissed him goodbye.

By then it was getting late. The whole afternoon had kind of turned south on me. Besides, James needed to be told. So I drove over and gave him the bad news.

He turned out to be pretty understanding, more than I anticipated. He said he’d expected something like this was going to happen to his wife someday. When I explained how Richard had reacted he told me he wasn’t sure he would have taken it any better. But he held no ill will toward me, and he wasn’t the least bit upset Richard was shagging Dorothy the moment the blade took her head.

I drove on home as the day was getting late. I had just walked in the door when Renard called. He told me a bunch of the women rode the guillotine right after we left. But they had quit when Dorothy’s meat was ready for eating.

He said they probably stopped at just the right time. By then the timer had reached the hour mark. He admitted things were getting pretty harrowing, especially when Joyce and Sybil talked about riding the bloody thing again and again. He wasn’t sure if Victor wanted an extra body to deal with after cooking Dorothy and was glad they stopped when they did.

He apologized for not riding along with me when I took Richard back to his hotel. He asked how he was taking it and I told him about as well as could be expected. Then I told him James held no animosity toward any of us for Dorothy’s beheading and that he was looking forward to some of her meat.

I told him James told me there was no bloody way he was going to tell the kids where that meat came from. He was going to have to make something up to explain what had happened to their mother. He hoped one day he could tell them the truth and maybe they would be able to understand.

I told him I could come back and pick up the meat to take to James as well as the portion Lorraine said they would reserve for me. Renard told me that wasn’t necessary. He said he would swing by on his way home and drop it off.

True to his word, he came by late that evening with my portion as well as the portion for James. He stayed for a few minutes and we chatted about things. Then he asked if he could take me out sometime. I told him that would be great as I’d grown rather fond of him.

The next day I called James at work and told him I had some of Dorothy’s meat. He said he would swing by to pick it up. He also told me the kids were confused why their mum had not come home.

After work James came over and got his meat. That night Renard came over and I fixed him a plate of Dorothy along with some vegetables. We decided she tasted pretty damned good.

We went out three more times over the next couple of weeks. We even started talking about Victor’s next party. He told me he wasn’t sure he wanted to become intimately involved with another girl only to lose her to the guillotine. I chuckled as I told him that was the chance he was going to have to take since the thing could be so bloody addicting.

He told me he’d heard from Prudence and that she wanted to get back together with him. He wanted me to know that in case I ever heard from her. He said he told her that ship had sailed and that he was interested in seeing me now. He said she didn’t take it very well.

All this time I was having dreams about riding Victor’s guillotine. In many of them I dreamed Richard was there, having stayed to enjoy the show instead of me taking him back to his hotel. In fact the more I dreamed about it, the more Richard seemed to take an active part.

Whenever I dreamed of someone losing her head it was always Richard who was shagging her. He was even fucking me when I dreamed the blade fell and took my head. It was the same dream where Sybil lost hers while he was shagging her too. It made me wonder what Victor would do if he ever ended up with two extra bodies to roast.

I guess it was my subconscious desire Richard could have handled sticking around to enjoy watching us ride the guillotine again. I wish he would have not had indigestion when I took him back to his hotel. Maybe if he would have been feeling better I might have given him a goodbye shag.

Renard and I went out Friday night for drinks and dancing. When he brought me home we spent the evening shagging our asses off. Then he told me there was going to be another barbecue party in a couple of weeks. But Victor and Lorraine were going to be out of town tomorrow so we could have Saturday all to ourselves. I told him I was looking forward to spending it with him.

I awoke Saturday morning thinking of taking a ride in the guillotine again. Would I want to take a chance, especially after losing my friend Dorothy? The idea of Renard fucking me until I lost my head gave me such an erotic thrill.

I got ready to spend a nice Saturday with Renard. The knock on the door told me he was earlier than he said he was going to be. Imagine my surprise when I opened it, only to see it wasn’t Renard.

Prudence and her friend Wayne stood there smirking at me. I stiffened in alarm. “What do you want?”

“Is Renard here yet?”

I looked at her in confusion. How did she know Renard was coming over to see me? Had she talked to him again?

“It’s none of your business,” I replied. “I thought you two were finished.”

“Not quite. Wayne wants to help me give him a special present.” That’s when I saw she’d been hiding a white cloth behind her back in her other hand the entire time.

I let out a cry as I tried to run. But it was too late. They grabbed me and the bitch smothered my face with it until the noxious fumes put my lights out.

When I regained consciousness I found myself rolling around in the boot of a vehicle. My wrists and ankles were tied and my mouth was gagged. I grunted indignantly, but to no avail.

The car came to a stop and I heard a couple of car doors slam. Then the boot was opened. Prudence and Wayne looked down on me with gleeful menace in their eyes.

“Bring her in, Wayne. We’re going to set up Renard’s special present downstairs.” Then he pulled me out, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to the door.

It only took a moment for me to identify where we were. We were back at Victor’s mansion. That’s when I felt a stab of fear along with a perverse arousal.

I grunted in growing alarm, a lump in my throat as Prudence let us in. Wayne carried me to the stairs with Prudence in the lead. “Daddy needs some meat for his next barbecue,” she proclaimed with a smile. “So you’re going to be nice bitch and help us out by volunteering.”

My eyes flew open in horror. I shook my head as they hauled me all the way downstairs and turned on the lights. Then we entered the guillotine room. I felt an erotic jolt of fear in the pit of my gut when I set eyes on it.

“Let’s get her strapped down, Wayne. Then you can enjoy what her pussy will feel like clenching like crazy when her head is cut off.” Her friend seemed enthusiastic about finding out.

I let out muffled grunts of horror as they stripped me out of my clothes. It was humiliating the way they strapped me down naked to the bascule. I felt a horrific jolt of fear and arousal when my head was locked down in the lunette, the stained wicker basket waiting below to catch my severed skull.

Prudence seemed to enjoy taunting me. “Let’s see; what’ll we set it for? I know. Let’s set it at zero and see how long it takes for you to lose your head, bitch.” Then she cackled as she started the program. On the monitor I saw the numbers start to count… 00:01… 00:02… 00:03… 00:04.

I whimpered into the gag in my mouth as Prudence came back and slapped my ass. Then she fingered me. It was humiliating as hell considering how wet I had become.

“Damn, Wayne. She’s nice and wet for you. Give her your cock, baby. Show her how nice and big it is. In fact, why don’t you come around front and fuck her mouth first so she can see what you’re going to stick inside her nice, juicy fuck-hole?”

He came around and showed me how big his dick was. Then Prudence leaned over and removed the gag from my mouth. “It’s such a tasty dick, bitch. I ought to know as I’ve felt it many times before. So I know you’re really going to enjoy it, especially when it’s inside you the moment the blade comes down.”

“Prudence, don’t you fucking dare!” That’s all I got out before he thrust his cock into my mouth. It filled me to the point of almost gagging me.

He thrust good and hard while she sadistically urged him on. “She’s going to cum so hard for you, Wayne. Let’s see how many orgasms she has before she loses her head.”

I was both frightened and aroused like you wouldn’t believe. Wayne thrust into my mouth until she told him he needed to fuck the best part of me. So he pulled out and walked around behind me.

I sputtered, “Prudence, why don’t you ride it if you love it so damned much?”

“Oh this isn’t for me, bitch. This is for Renard and daddy, remember? Daddy gets a roaster and Renard gets your head to put on his dining room table to enjoy while you’re digesting nicely in his stomach. He said he wanted to see you, right? This way he’ll get to see you every bloody day.”

I felt another erotic jolt at her words. Then Wayne found my pussy and pushed his way inside. His size made me gasp and whimper as he filled me.

“Doesn’t he feel wonderful? I promised him a clenching pussy. I also told him you would probably cum several times before the blade fell. Besides, I want to see how many times he can cum inside you.”

I couldn’t believe how much his bloody cock filled me. I felt a flush of incredible fear as well as an intense excitement. My arousal was off the charts considering how serious she sounded about making sure I lost my head.

I frantically gasped, “Prudence, you’ll never get away with this!”

“Oh yes I will. By the time Renard figures things out, you’ll be up in daddy’s freezer. Everybody’s going to enjoy eating you at the next barbecue.”

“Prudence, you don’t… you bloody well… unngghhhh!”

Wayne really gave it to me good. My pussy clenched greedily around his shaft as he slid in and out. It was hard to have a conversation with the bitch while he was fucking me the way he was. Besides, that timer on the monitor kept ticking my life away, giving me the shivers something fierce.

My first orgasm hit at 16:04. I shuddered hard as I cried out. By then Prudence had stripped out of her clothes and was touching herself while enjoying the sight of her boyfriend shagging me in the guillotine.

“Damn, Wayne! That looked like a good one! She’s going to have a ton of orgasms before the basket catches her head!”

I couldn’t believe his staying power. He finally thrust hard at 19:00. Then I felt his hot seed in my pussy, which set me off again.

I shouldn’t have been surprised the way Prudence got a little jealous. So she had Wayne come around front. Then she got on her knees and sucked him right in front of me as the timer kept right on going.

Wayne was a little concerned he might miss the moment the blade would fall. “Oh don’t worry,” Prudence reassured him with a sly wink. “I think we’re ok for a good thirty minutes or so… well maybe not.” Then she gave me a knowing grin.

She made him fuck my face again. I grunted as my mouth was filled with cock. The whole time I kept trying to follow the time on the monitor, gagging on his dick as my body trembled like crazy.

Wayne pulled out, went around back and pushed his cock back into my cunt. I whimpered as he really gave it to me good for a second time. Prudence laughed as she rubbed herself, telling me how hot I looked getting fucked with my head locked down ready to fall into the basket below.

The timer kept rolling along, blissfully ignorant of my plight as it passed 25:00… 30:00… 35:00. Just for fun Prudence took a couple of pictures of me on her iPhone. “Something for Renard to enjoy,” she said with a sadistic chuckle. Then she mashed her wet pussy up against my face. It was humiliating as hell.

Wayne let out a cry as he thrust good and hard. I cried out from my third orgasm as the timer hit 38:41. Was she really going to push this all the way to the end?

Wayne fucked me nice and slow, his cock staying semi hard. Prudence kept taunting me, further goading me in my helplessness and humiliation. Occasionally I tried to talk her out of what they were planning on doing to me. But she just laughed in my face.

“Imagine Renard’s surprise when he finds out you decided to meet him down here in the basement instead, locking yourself in the guillotine and setting the timer for his pleasure. I wonder what he’ll say when he finds you with your head cut off.”

“You bitch! Get m-me out of here!”

“Hunh – unh. You’ve got more orgasms to enjoy before your time is up.”

She went around behind me to her boyfriend until I felt someone slapping my ass. I was pretty sure it was her. Then I think she reached under and rubbed my nub. The whole thing was so humiliating that I came all over again at the 49:00 mark. She thought that was bloody erotic.

How long was it going to take before the blade fell? Did Renard even know where I was?? What did he think when he showed up to my place and discovered I wasn’t there? Did he wonder if I’d blown him off?

Would he come looking for me? What if he did and he was too late to save me?? My heart pounded in my chest, the fear and excitement giving me the shakes until I didn’t know whether the blade would get me or if I would suffer from a heart attack first.

While she was back there with Wayne I heard her iPhone go off. Then I heard her voice. “Hey, look at this! Renard’s on his way over! Maybe he liked the pictures I sent and wants to join in on the fun of shagging you until you lose your head! Too bad he’ll never get here in time.” Then she laughed again.

She came around front and smiled down at me. “I think Wayne should try that ass of yours, bitch. What do you say? Want to go out in a blaze of glory with his cock up your bum?”

“P-Prudence, stop it!”

“You hear that, Wayne? It sounds like she really wants you up her ass! I guess you’d better give it to her good!”

“Nooo!”

He pulled out of my pussy before I felt him pry my cheeks open to have a look. He spit into my hole until I winced with shame. Then I felt the tip of his cock push up against my sphincter.

I grimaced as he forced himself all the way in until it hurt. Prudence told me to hold on because I was in for quite a ride. She promised it was going to feel so much better in just a couple minutes. Then he started fucking my ass, giving it to me good and hard.

I gasped and moaned as the timer raced toward 1:00:00. How much time did I have left before the blade fell? Would it come down soon? Or would I have to suffer the agony of waiting a few more minutes, not knowing when my time would be up? How long would it be after I had been beheaded before Renard showed up to haul my headless corpse upstairs to the freezer?

Prudence lifted my head up and looked into my eyes as Wayne thrust in and out of my ass. I moaned and whimpered at the size of him inside me. “That must feel real good, am I right? Does it feel better than Renard’s cock up your bum? Has he shagged your ass yet?” Then she lifted up the wicker basket below me, laughing while telling me it was ready and waiting to catch my head.

Wayne had amazing staying power. The timer went past 1:05:00… and then approached 1:10:00. I whimpered anxiously, wondering how close I was to the big moment.

“Fuck her pussy and her ass, baby” Prudence declared sadistically. Wayne pulled out and fucked my pussy several times. Then he pulled back out and slid right back into my bum. I winced and moaned as it swelled within me until I cried out yet again in orgasm at 1:13:37.

I panted weakly for breath, but he just kept fucking me. Prudence looked down at me and grinned. “You looked like you bloody well enjoyed that last one, bitch.”

She pushed her cunt to my lips and made me taste her again. It was humiliating the way she humped my face. She blocked my vision of the monitor so I didn’t know how much time I might have left.

Wayne suddenly cried out as he thrust good and hard up my ass. “Fuck the bitch!” Prudence called out with sadistic glee. Then she really mashed her cunt against my face.

I had no idea of the time as Wayne went off with a load up my bum. Then Prudence flooded my face with her fluids. I let out a muffled cry as I climaxed shamefully, panting for breath when she pulled away while wondering how much time I had left.

“Make her taste it!” Prudence declared with sadistic glee. He pulled his cock out and came around front as she went around back. He shoved his dick down my throat and I was forced to taste the tang of my ass on his cock with abject humiliation. Meanwhile the bitch fucked my pussy with her fingers until I was writhing and grunting shamefully.

Prudence urged Wayne to come back around. “Better stick your dick in her and keep it there, baby. The blade is liable to fall any minute now.” Then he came away until I saw the timer on the monitor at 1:22:18. Oh bloody hell!

My heart was beating so fast I could hardly catch my breath. Prudence came back around front to watch my expression as Wayne pushed his semi-hard dick back up my cunt. I couldn’t stop clenching, and I shamefully helped him harden right back up again.

Prudence looked at the time on the monitor and then smiled at me. “Feeling lucky, bitch? How much longer do you think you can go? When-oh-when is the blade going to fall, hmm?” And with that I found myself cumming all over again.

I heard Wayne commenting how I kept clenching as he shagged me, my terror intensifying. “Anything for you, baby!” the bitch called out cheerfully. I glanced at the timer again – 1:28:41. I whimpered as I shivered with erotic dread.

I gasped and moaned as I lay there trembling, wondering how much time I had left. Was it minutes… seconds maybe?  Surely the blade would come rushing down at any moment.

I was almost paralyzed with fear as I felt another orgasm swelling within me. Bloody hell; all these cums were going to kill me! Where the hell was Renard? Was my place too far away for him to get here in time??

At that moment I thought I heard a door slam somewhere upstairs. Then we all heard Renard’s voice call out, “Prudence? Are you downstairs? Julie, are you down there?”

I was breathless as I tried to call out, “Help me, Renard! The timer’s at 1:31:00!” But I was too weak to call out loud enough because I don’t think he heard me.

We heard his voice at the top of the stairs… “Prudence? You’d better be getting her out of that guillotine right now if you know what’s good for you!” She just laughed as she hollered back, “You’d better hurry!” Then she told Wayne to fuck me good and hard while he still had the chance.

I heard footsteps pounding down the stairs. Then I saw the timer pass 1:32:00. I took a deep breath before loudly crying out, “Hurry, Renard!”

“Julie?? Is that you?”

“HURRY!”

Prudence furiously masturbated as she called to the stairwell, “You got here sooner than I thought, Renard. If you hurry you just might be able to – AUGH!”

She jumped with a start at about the same time I felt a sharp pain slice right through my neck. I tried to scream but nothing came out. The timer froze at 1:32:17 as my world tumbled.

I heard Renard’s voice as he came into the room… “Prudence, what did you – bloody hell!” Then my vision changed as my head was lifted up out of the wicker basket. The bitch actually kissed my quivering lips before turning my head around to face Renard.

“Look what I got for you! Do you like my present? I think she’ll look lovely on your dining room table, don’t you?”

I got a glimpse of my naked body spasming in its bindings. I heard Wayne gasp as he cried out, “Bloody hell; she’s really clenching!” Renard turned as though he was going to slug him a good one. Then Prudence laughingly called out, “Here; catch!”

My head flew through the air until Renard caught me. He turned me and held my head so he could look at my face. I could see a look of regret in his eyes as everything started to fade all around me. Then I was aware of nothing at all as the pain in my neck went away…

(Jul 12 ’18)

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She-male Snuff Carnival chs 3-4 4.1 (8)

Posted on September 15, 2018 by riwa

3 Ring the Bell – Behead the She-male (Apr 6 ’11)

At another location inside the carnival a group of people have gathered around the game ‘Ring the Bell’. It’s a simple game of strength where an individual swings a mallet in an attempt to send a piece of metal running vertically up a marked pole until it hits a bell at the very top. If the bell is rung the contestant wins a prize. But at the She-male Snuff Carnival the prize is a little more lethal.

Next to the game sits a guillotine with several happy patrons gathered around it. Strapped onto the bascule, her head locked into the lunette, is yet another frightened she-male. She is naked except for a pair of panty hose, an opening cut in her crotch to allow her cock to poke through. Right now it is saluting, especially since a couple of female patrons have paid for the pleasure of touching it for several minutes as they enjoy taking turns sucking her.

The black-haired lady-boy lies face up so she has an unobstructed view of the game. She watches each time that piece of metal shoots upward, hoping against hope it will not ring the bell. If it does, the blade will be released and she will lose her head into the bloody wicker basket waiting below.

She can turn her head to get a view of each participant. She trembles as she sizes each one up, gauging her chances. She is kept in a constant state of fear and arousal. Part of it is from the knowledge she could die at any moment. But a part of it is also due to the paying customers who enjoy touching her, sucking her or running a hand up and down her nyloned legs.

She has already spurted twice, compliments of the contents of the liquids she has been force-fed as well as the hands and mouths enjoying her “clitty”. After all, the goal of the carnival is to please its patrons, regardless how it humiliates the condemned. Others have already been killed before her, and others will take their place on the bascule long after she has lost her head. But for the moment it is her time. All she can do is watch fearfully as each new contestant pays to see if they can ring the bell and make her lose her head.

The current competitor appears to be a man of average strength, no doubt trying to impress the brunette on his arm. Two blondes playfully enjoy her cock as their men look on. She moans and trembles, sweat beading upon her naked body to trickle down her curves.

There is one last swing from the current competitor. She hears a loud thump as the mallet comes down, a sound that never ceases to rip a fearful cry out of her lungs. The metal in the channel rises upward only to fall short by at least a foot. The gathered crowd of onlookers lets out a chorus of “Awwww!” as the lady-boy breathes a sigh of relief.

The contestant is given a round of applause for his efforts. He walks away disappointed, the brunette on his arm a little less impressed with his manliness than before. The two blondes run out of time and are forced to stop enjoying the she-male’s twitching cock. For the briefest of moments the condemned in her flesh-colored nylons is given a reprieve.

Two minutes later the lady-boy hears someone new walk up, saying he’d like to give it a try. She turns her head to see a muscular man with two voluptuous women on his arms. Her eyes widen in alarm as the women pay for the privilege of playing with her quivering dick. Instinctively she senses her time may have come.

She finds herself hyperventilating as her chest rises and falls. As the two woman start pawing her, one of them tells the man, “Make it last; ok, Markus? We want to play with her a little!”

“Don’t worry, ladies,” he says gallantly. “I get three tries, right? Who wants her head when I’m done?”

“You use it,” the other one suggests with a wicked grin. “We want to watch her give you “head” with her head.”

The she-male gasps and whimpers, wriggling with a renewed sense of fright. But her struggles are in vain. She is thoroughly strapped down, unable to break free.

The women take turns sucking her impressive member while caressing her all over. Then she watches in alarm as the man takes a mighty swing. The mallet comes down with a loud thump, causing her to cry out as the metal in the channel goes rocketing upward.

It climbs halfway up and then loses steam, topping out well short before dropping back down. A chorus of “AWWWW!” fills the air now that others have wandered over to watch. Will they get to watch her lose her head this time? The lady-boy realizes she is going to have an audience when she goes to her humiliating death.

One of the ladies laughs. “C’mon, Markus; that was pitiful! You can do better than that!”

The gathered onlookers cheer him on as he lifts the mallet a second time. The she-male gasps anxiously, a low moan escaping her lips. Will this be the blow that sends her to oblivion?

The mallet comes down with a loud thump. The metal indicator rises up much further this time. Her breath catches in her throat as she follows it all the way up with her eyes.

Her cock stiffens, twitching in the mouth of one of the women who has taken her deep down her throat. But the indicator tops out less than a foot from the bell. The crowd once again moans its disappointment. They want to see blood as well as a severed head proudly lifted high.

“You’re not going to let us down; are you, Markus?” one of his lady friends taunts, stroking the large, throbbing phallus as her friend sucks and slurps. “Don’t tell me you haven’t got it in you?? We wanna see you fuck her severed skull!”

The she-male trembles at their bloodlust as the gathered spectators urge him on. He picks up the mallet and hefts it in his hands. Then he looks at the she-male with a grim look of determination, a look as if to say, “Say goodbye to your head, honey!” Then he gives it a mighty swing.

The lady-boy jerks at the loud thump. She watches that indicator in the channel shoot right up. She screams moments before she hears… “DING”.

The crowd lets out a cheer as the blade suddenly drops with alarming speed. In a split second her world tumbles. She blinks in surprise as she looks up at the sky, watching in horror as blood spurts out of her severed neck. She can no longer speak or scream.

She does not feel her cock explode, nor does she see the two kneeling women get their faces splattered. “Watch this, bitches!” she hears the male exclaim. Then her head is pulled up out of the wicker basket.

The next thing she feels is something thick coming up through her neck. The end emerges out of her mouth. It continues to spurt until she realizes to her horror she has been impaled on her own spurting cock to watch her cream arc out of her mouth.

She sees globs of her spunk upon the eager faces of the kneeling women. Both of them laugh gaily at her degradation. Then some bitch hollers, “MAKE HER SUCK YOU WHILE SHE’S STILL CONSCIOUS!”

She’s lifted up off her still throbbing dick. The next thing she sees is the hairy crotch of the man who is responsible for her beheading. His large, thick cock is pushed into her mouth.

She’s amazed she can feel him between her lips and can taste him. Then she becomes alarmed as her vision starts to fade. His cock is the last thing she feels in her mouth as consciousness ebbs away.

He must have been extremely aroused because his cum quickly spurts out of her neck stump. It splatters onto her nyloned legs. His two female associates shriek with pure joy as the crowd laughs and eggs him on.

When he’s finished, he pulls out of her mouth. He lifts up the head to observe the glazed look of horror in the lifeless eyes. The mouth is open in the form of an O from his cock having filled it as her expression sags in death.

The crowd cheers as he lifts up the head for one and all to admire. “Let her eat her own dick until we come back for her!” he announces. Then he impales her mouth with her own cock. Her long cock emerges out of her neck stump as the crowd roars its approval.

“We’ll be back in 30 minutes,” the man tells the barker of the carnival game. “Let everyone who walks by get a good look at her sucking her own cock.”

“But we need to set up another she-male,” the man protests. That’s when he is handed a hundred dollar bill.

“Will that buy us 30 minutes?”

“It certainly will, sir. I hope you’ll enjoy your visit to our carnival.”

“I may come back and play again. I think my friends would each like a head to take home. Maybe they can pick out the next one for me.” Then he gathers them up in his arms as they walk away.

4 She-male roasters (May 4 ’11)

An aroma hangs heavy over the carnival, an aroma of roasting meat and barbecued flesh. One may not be hungry when one first steps onto the premises. But that certainly changes with the passage of time as the smell entices one and all to come and check out what is on the menu.

There is a pavilion shaded with a large canopy where patrons gather to eat. Nearby are the roasting pits where she-males are impaled to cook over an open flame. Many of the curious gather along the edge of the pit to watch, especially since their meals are often still alive when they are slow-roasted.

On a small section of the roasting pit cooks the body parts of several she-males. Breasts and penises are basted with a fine glaze as they are cooked on a grill. These parts are usually pre-ordered and are priced higher than the other cuts.

The severed heads of some of the cooked she-males are impaled on pikes, representing their headless bodies as they twist on rotisseries. Some of these have been provided from the carnival game Ring the Bell where the victims lost their heads when the bell is rung. Others are in place courtesy of merciful requests for beheading rather than to be cooked alive.

The pits are doing a thriving business, and many more bodies are needed to satisfy the hungry patrons. For example, on a table near the pits lies a short-haired, redheaded Latina who is being prepared. She was brought in by a family who raised her to serve as meat, much to her distress.

Her arms are tied behind her back, and she is bent over and fucked from behind by her Master. When he’s finished he is followed by her Mistress who sports a large strap-on for the purpose of helping enlarge her anus. On the other end the two assistants responsible for getting her on to cook are permitted to fuck her mouth. It is believed these last cum deposits help flavor the meat, although that is mostly believed to be an old wives’ tale.

After the she-male receives her last fuck – a fucking many of them wish would go on indefinitely in order to prolong the inevitable – one of the assistants brings the six foot long metal pole around. He pushes it against her anal ring and penetrates her, usually resulting in her cries of pain as she begs for mercy. But there will be none as she was brought to the pit to serve as meat.

One assistant skewers her ass while the other holds her down. The roaster often jerks about during the impalement process, and it usually requires two people to get the job done. The spitting is done manually as the patrons frequently enjoy watching the process.

The preparations are skillfully done. The she-males’ internal organs are left intact as the pole is forced through. The process is slow and methodical, causing a great deal of wriggling and squirming on the part of the roaster. But it is believed the added pain and adrenaline rush is good for the meat.

There is usually a great deal of interest in watching the pole emerge from the mouth of the roaster. This generates a lot of excitement from the guests observing the proceedings. It is said that those who watch such an event usually enjoy a week’s worth of heavy fucking back home after having witnessed the spectacle of seeing a she-male spitted from ass to mouth.

Once she is fully spitted she is turned over onto her back where she is carefully gutted by hand, leaving intact the major organs. Often she is sporting a huge erection, generating some “oohs” and “aahs” from the spectators. This will later be cut off from her body after she has started to roast so that it can be prepared separately.

Stabilizers are attached to her legs and shoulders so she will not slip around on the pole. Then her stomach is sewn back up. As a final preparation, her head is wrapped in tinfoil to keep her hair from bursting into flame, leaving her face exposed to experience the heat before she is carried away.

At this point many patrons move to get a better view of the roaster as she starts to cook over the open fire. The frightened she-male always puts on a good show as she is subjected to the heat, writhing and squirming in her bindings as she grunts through the pole emerging from her mouth. Generally her cock remains fully erect to the point where the observers are often treated to an eruption of cum as she rotates 360 degrees.

Sometimes carnival patrons place wagers as to how long a she-male will last on the spit. Other times bets are made as to whether or not she will spurt a load of cum as she cooks. But for the roaster it is a painful process. Some live as long as twenty to thirty minutes after they are impaled and start to cook.

The redhead will cook for several hours, an assistant basting her body with a special glaze for flavor and to keep her from burning. She will finally be removed from the spit as certain body parts – specifically the breasts and penis – will be removed to finish cooking separately. Then she will find her way over to the cutting table where several cuts of her finest steaks will be removed and served up.

Her head will also be removed and specially prepared as a trophy to be taken home by a lucky guest. It may find its way over to one of the many carnival games, or it might very well be auctioned off. Often her hands and feet will also end up in the possession of one of the many carnival-goers as a souvenir.

Usually there are many hungry patrons. But the barbecue pits have no trouble obtaining roasters. Some of these will be provided by the carnival-goers themselves, brought in from home to be served up as meals. Others will end up on the menu after being snuffed while participating in some of the many lethal carnival games. Thus, there is never a shortage of meat to serve to hungry customers.

Any left-over meat is sold at a discount to avoid unnecessary waste. Many patrons like to take home some choice cuts to serve at special dinners and banquets. Often, what’s left of the she-males they have brought in to be roasted will end up at some company picnic or family reunion. By the end of the day there is usually little to no meat left as anything that remains has usually been generously donated to the cooks and assistants to take home as a thank you for their help in preparing the meals for the visitors of the carnival…

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