Lust has no pride 4.5 (17)

Note: a bonus hot story to send out a hot month on a hot note, just to say “Thank you” for stopping by.

I had no idea I was going to be alone when I pulled into the motel. Maybe that’s because I had just broken up with my boyfriend less than 24 hours ago. Since it was a trip we had planned on taking anyway, I decided to go by myself in order to grieve over a broken relationship.

While I was on the road I spent a lot of time thinking about Tony and how much I was going to miss his cock. He was a great fuck, and we had a lot of fun together. Now I wasn’t going to have any dick to play with.

I was depressed and horny by the time I arrived at my destination. I didn’t want to go around feeling sorry for myself while I was on this trip. That’s when it occurred to me I could kill two birds with one stone.

After checking in I wasted no time changing into my bikini. Then it occurred to me I didn’t even plan on using it where I was going. But wearing it made me feel sexy… and at that moment I really needed to feel sexy after my breakup.

I went down to the pool and headed right for the private Jacuzzi room. The jets were on, indicating someone must have just gotten out of it. I smiled to myself, thinking it was too bad they weren’t still here as they were going to miss one hell of a show.

I took my bikini right off before wading into the water. I didn’t even get it wet. It just laid there unattended next to the edge of the spa.

I fingered myself as I groped and massaged my tits. I was here to give myself some pleasure in order to feel better. Orgasming always had a positive effect on me.

As I sat there touching myself I caught myself staring at one of the jets. That’s when I got this great idea. I turned and faced the nearest one, centering the flushing bubbles right up against my crotch.

I began humping the jetting water as the flow worked my swelling nub. It felt pretty good letting the water do all the work. Since I’d already arrived “preheated” I figured this was going to be a good way to set me off.

I felt a strong flush of arousal flow through me as I whimpered softly. I moaned as I started talking to myself… “Oh fuck… oh shit… gawd, that feels good!” The jets were hitting me just right.

I could feel it building within me; my orgasm was fast approaching. I grabbed my tits as I excitedly fingered myself. I gasped with pleasure as I moaned, “Yes… gawd yes… I wish you were here to fuck me, baby… fuck yeah!”

I felt it start to swell inside me, and I fingered myself harder. I was ready to release all my pent-up frustrations. I gave in to it as it swelled within me until I was shuddering with pleasure.

I knelt there panting for breath. Fuck, that felt good! Now the sting of my breakup with Tony didn’t feel quite so bad.

Something made me turn around. That’s when I saw him sitting there watching me. He must have been sitting there for a while.

He looked handsome as hell, and he had this huge smile on his face. The bulge in that tight black suit of his was a dead giveaway. Obviously he’d witnessed my getting off using the bubbling jets.

I was still horny. The jets had been a nice appetizer. But now the main course was sitting right there looking at me.

He never said a word as he sat there. Knowing he’d seen me cum was such an incredible turn-on. I gave him a coy smile as I lifted my hand, using my finger to entice him to join me in the water.

He didn’t need any further encouragement as he climbed into the spa with me. I leaned back against the metal ladder as he sat there looking at me. I was overcome with lust as I started groping my boobs right in front of him, causing him to smile at me.

I sank a little lower into the water. Then I wriggled my tits back and forth at him. He seemed to love that, and it made me giggle like a fucking schoolgirl. Gawd; I was hot for him!

I figured he needed just a little more encouragement. So I knelt in the water right in front of him. Then I reached around, grabbed his hands and pulled them onto my breasts.

He certainly was a quick study. It wasn’t long before I turned to kiss him as I kept his hand firmly pressed against my boob. I nearly melted right there in the water when our lips came together.

I was getting horny again; gawd, I wanted his cock! So I went right after it. I slowly submerged in the water, pulling his suit down until it sprang free from its confinement.

Gawd, what a lovely piece of meat! It was fucking gorgeous! I took him into my mouth underwater, eager to taste his meaty pole between my lips.

I stayed submerged as he sat back on the ledge. I felt his hand on my head, gently guiding me to keep sucking. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t think straight.

Now I’m a really good breath-holder. I loved doing this to Tony whenever we found ourselves in a pool or hot tub. But thoughts of my former boyfriend were far away as I enjoyed the fresh cock submerged right in front of me.

I stayed down for the longest time. I think I captivated him with my breath-holding skills. I just wanted to keep his cock between my lips underwater for as long as possible.

I finally came up gasping for breath. He gave me this huge smile, indicating just how much he liked it. I could tell he was impressed with my underwater oral skills.

I never said a word as I crawled into his lap. I slowly impaled myself on his erect shaft, pressing my boobs into his chest. I had to have him inside me, and I panted heavily as he smiled lustfully at me.

I wanted him to fuck me underwater the way Tony used to. So I slowly went over backwards. One deep breath later I was under the surface holding my breath.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he grabbed my hips. Then he started thrusting in and out of me. It felt so fucking awesome!

I groaned as he fucked me while I held my breath underwater. It felt absolutely incredible! I held onto his hands as though afraid he might suddenly vanish into thin air from some damned dream.

I arched my back, showing off my breasts to him as he fucked me. He kept thrusting as I grunted up bubbles. Gawd, I loved the way he was giving it to me!

I finally had to come up for air, even though I didn’t want to. Holding my breath was really adding to how good it felt. I looked at him and took a really deep breath. Then I submerged again.

This time he grabbed onto my lower legs. He held them up out of the water as he fucked me harder. I groaned and bubbled, groping my boobs as I fingered myself. Gawd; it was just what I needed!

It was incredible the way he fucked me with those jets bubbling all around us. I was on fire with such an arousal like you wouldn’t believe! His cock really filled me, but I couldn’t get enough as I continued groping my boobs while fingering myself.

My cheeks began to bulge; I was starting to lose my breath. But I was so fucking close. I wanted to cum underwater as he was fucking me while making me hold my breath.

My lungs strained; I was so damned close. I pushed it just as hard as I could, wanting to stay down and experience it underwater. One hard thrust on his part sent me right over the edge.

I released my breath as I shuddered hard in orgasm. It felt even better than when I’d cum using the jets. It felt wonderful cumming underwater with his cock inside me.

He let me up, and I came up panting like crazy. I felt delicious aftershocks as he caressed my boobs. My nipples were so fucking hard. I was glad he got to see how turned on I was.

I got behind him, wrapped him in my arms and kissed him deeply. At the same time I wrapped my legs around him. I had a special “thank you” I wanted to give him.

I took him down underwater with me as I started using my feet to work his cock. He groaned into my mouth as I kissed him deeply. He held onto my legs to hold me in place as I gave him an underwater foot-job.

He proved to be better at holding his breath than I first gave him credit for. And he sure as hell loved the way I was working his dick with my feet. We both released bubbles as we held our breath while I kept rubbing his cock with my tootsies.

He didn’t act like he needed up, so I kept kissing him as I held onto him. And I kept using my feet on his cock. Gawd; that was so fucking hot!

He couldn’t hold his breath as long as me, so I let him back up. I came up gasping before giving him another kiss. Then I filled my lungs again.

Once more I went down to hold my breath while using my feet to get him off. I heard him moan up at the surface. He grabbed my feet and used them to rub against his cock. It was erotic as hell.

As it turned out, I was lying flat on my stomach while he used my feet. I groped my boobs, moaning up bubbles as he fucked my toes. It felt so fucking wonderful holding my breath down there while getting him off!

I think he loved the way I could hold my breath. He wasn’t about to let me up, and I wasn’t interested in getting another breath just yet. I was so turned on knowing how much he was enjoying fucking my feet while I was being forced to breath-hold.

I groped my boobs as I stayed down for as long as I could. I think it was a turn-on for him, wondering how long I could hold my breath. I wondered if the idea of him drowning me while getting off was going through his mind. I know it certainly got me all hot and bothered.

I heard him gasp for breath as he submerged to join me. So he liked being underwater too, eh? I decided to see if I could make him cum while he was holding his breath.

I helped him lie flat on his back. Then I used my feet as I bent over and sucked him with my mouth. I’m really proud of how limber I am.

You should have seen the look in his eyes. He groaned as he thrust up into my mouth. It must have been heaven feeling my feet around his shaft as I took the tip of his cock between my lips.

We were both holding our breath. But this time I was determined not to cum up until I got him off. I was going to force him to stay down for as long as it took.

He started thrusting harder into my mouth, grunting up bubbles. I sucked him aggressively as I rubbed the base of his cock with my feet. A moment later he lost a big mouthful of bubbles. Then I got a big mouthful of cum which I couldn’t contain.

We both came up panting wildly for breath. Then I kissed him deeply, allowing him to taste some of his cream on my lips. It was then we finally spoke to each other by introducing ourselves.

My stomach suddenly growled. I smiled sheepishly as I realized how hungry I’d become. When he invited me out to dinner, I happily accepted.

Tony who…?

© 2017 (written Aug 5 ’17 by riwa. Vicaps are from a JustPaul clip and are used with his permission.)

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Training a noose-whore 4.6 (38)

It all started quite by accident. I encountered her on a lonely road 20 miles from my home. She’d run into car trouble and the battery had died on her cell phone.

I didn’t have a cell phone on me. But I offered to take her back to my place so she could call for a tow. She thanked me and got into the passenger seat.

She was about 5’6” and 130 pounds with blue-green eyes, short brown hair and a slender figure. She was wearing a light grey skirt, a white blouse and black, low heeled shoes.

Her breasts were modest, yet attractive. She had rich, full lips that looked like they were made for sucking. Almost immediately I imagined what she would look like downstairs in my special room

I got her home and offered her some juice from my fridge. She was appreciative and said she would accept. So I added a few of my special drops before giving it to her.

She said her name was Miriam and she was traveling to meet some friends. She said she must have taken a wrong turn and gotten lost before her car broke down on her. She was about to ask for my phone to call for a tow when she got sleepy.

I told her she could nap right there on my couch if she was tired. Then she dozed off. She never did place that call for a tow truck.

I carried her to a back bedroom where I secured her ankles together with some rope. I tied her arms behind her to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere. Then I left her there to sleep it off as I went down to the basement to make my preparations.

An hour later she started hollering for help. I went up and saw she had fully awakened. She wanted to know why I had tied her up.

I told her I was a pervert and that I had plans for her. That really freaked her out, and she started screaming for help. We were miles from my nearest neighbors, but I didn’t want to listen to that shrieking all day long. So I gagged her with a scarf.

I told her I was making preparations and for her to get ready. She whimpered as I left her there to finish what I was working on downstairs. When I was done I removed my shirt, put on my black hood and then went back up to fetch her.

Her eyes went wide when she saw me bare chested while wearing a hood. She whimpered and shook her head as I picked her up. Then I carried her over my shoulder down the stairs as she grunted the whole time.

I took her into the room I had prepared. Inside was a small stage where I’d built a gallows. A thick, rough hemp noose dangled right there in plain sight.

Her eyes flew open in horror, and she started shaking her head, screaming her lungs out as I carried her over to it. I stood her up and forced the noose around her neck. Then I snugged it up.

Her eyes were wide in terror as I pulled the slack out of the rope. I gave her a little bit of tension, her body lifted up just enough so she was forced to stand on the balls of her feet in her shoes. Then I left her there for fifteen minutes as I went back upstairs to get myself a drink.

When I came back down I caught her sniffling and whimpering. I removed the noose from around her neck, carried her into the next room, removed her shoes, and then put her down on the mattress on the floor.

I went back upstairs, leaving her there for the next 45 minutes. When I came back down it looked like she’d been sobbing. I was still wearing my hood and jeans.

I just smiled as I picked her up and carried her back to the gallows. She started crying out again as I noosed her back up. This time I stood there and watched as she swayed in place on her feet with her ankles still tied off.

She jerked her bound arms behind her back as she whimpered pitifully, her breath rasping around that scarf in her mouth. My cock grew hard in my jeans as I watched her. At one point she looked down at my crotch where I’m certain she saw my bulge.

After fifteen minutes I freed her from the noose and took her back to the room with the mattress on the floor. I left her there for another 45 minutes. Then I returned.

I checked her arms and ankles to make sure I had not cut off the flow of blood. Then I carried her back to the gallows. Once more I noosed her up and took out all the slack so she was experiencing a certain tightness around her throat.

I got a pair of scissors as she whimpered through her gag. I carefully removed her blouse, cutting around her arms while leaving everything else intact. Then I stood there watching her for the remaining fifteen minutes before freeing her from the noose and carrying her back to her room.

I had left her on the mattress again and was about to leave when she said something through her gag. I asked her if she was going to scream anymore. She shook her head no. So I removed the gag before leaving her all alone. I was surprised she remained true to her word. But maybe she figured crying out wasn’t going to do her any good.

45 minutes later I came back down. I picked her up and carried her back to the gallows. “Wh-why are you doing this?” she stammered.

“Because I’m a pervert and I’m training you to become a noose-whore.”

“You mean you’re going to h-hang me??” I just nodded my head.

“NO! You CAN’T!”

In response I noosed her back up, snugging the rope tight around her throat. Then I pulled her up onto the balls of her feet again so she could not rock back onto her heels without some discomfort. Her eyes reflected the fear she was experiencing.

She stood there panting for breath as I admired her, my cock hardening in my jeans again. She tried to rasp for breath, and I thought I heard her gasp, “You PERVERT! You BASTARD!”

“Shall I go fetch the gag?” She winced as tears welled up in her eyes. She shook her head, indicating she didn’t want the scarf back in her mouth.

This time I used the scissors to remove her skirt. That left her in a tan bra and panties. I smiled appreciatively before I freed her 15 minutes later and took her back to her mattress.

The next time I brought her out I removed her bra, revealing nipples that had hardened a little. She whimpered, but she did not cry out much, especially when I took a bit more slack out of the rope. Now she was stretching upward on her feet a little more, making her rasp as she tried to take breath after breath.

15 minutes later I returned her to her mattress. Again she asked why I was doing this. I told her I was training her to accept the rope and to become a noose-whore. She fought back a sob as she sniffled in reply.

The next time I took her out and noosed her up, she lost her panties courtesy of my scissors. She had a little bit of a landing strip that looked quite sexy. She whimpered as she clenched shamefully.

I gave her breasts a gentle caress. Her nipples hardened right up. Then I backed away, admiring her beauty as she wriggled while standing there on the balls of her feet.

I gave her the usual 15 minute session feeling the rope around her neck before I took her down and hauled her back to the mattress. She sniffled again as she looked at me. “You’re really going to hang me, aren’t you.”

“Yes I am.” And with that I left her again.

When I returned 45 minutes later I saw her lying on the mattress looking dispirited. I retied the ropes to her arms as they were leaving a mark. I also removed the ropes from around her ankles, this time securing her upper legs. It would allow her a little more movement, although her expression told me she probably wasn’t going to try to go anywhere.

Even though she took little steps, I still had to help her walk to the gallows. I noosed her up and snugged the rope tight. That’s when she looked down and saw my erection had returned in my jeans, this time with a little stain from my precum.

I brushed my hand over her breasts, helping her nipples harden right up. Then I put my hand down in her crotch. I felt a dampness as she clenched instinctively around my hand.

“Someone is certainly getting excited at the prospect of dancing for me while naked and bound. Would you like a little taste of what it’s going to feel like to hang?”

“No! Please don’t hang me!” But she still clenched around my hand in her crotch as though she couldn’t help herself.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckled. And with that I pulled on the rope.

Her feet fluttered as panic filled her features. She rasped as she tried to kick and struggle. Her face reflected the horror of feeling her weight in the noose.

After ten seconds I let her back down. She rasped for breath as I fingered her. She shook her head, her face red with shame as her cunt clenched around my wiggling digits. But I quickly removed them before she could cum.

I left her standing there on the balls of her feet for the remaining 15 minutes as my cock bulged in my jeans. She looked at my crotch several times. It made me wonder what she was thinking before I removed the noose and took her back to her room and left her there.

45 minutes later I returned to take her back to the gallows. Once more she panted for breath, her eyes wide with fright. This time I didn’t have to brush my hand over her breasts. Her nipples had already hardened right up with anticipation.

I reached down and fingered her. She moaned as she clenched around my wriggling digits. But I grabbed the rope and pulled her up off her feet before she could cum.

She rasped as she kicked and twisted a little. Amazingly she humped in my direction. I gave her a 15 second ride before taking her down, again leaving her partially strangled on the balls of her feet.

Tears filled her eyes as she whimpered again. I fingered her once more, causing her to writhe and clench. Then I stepped back to admire her, my cock hard and throbbing in my jeans. If anything, the stain had grown in size.

When her fifteen minutes were up I took her back to the mattress on the floor. I was turning to go when she called out, “Wait!” Then she nodded at my bulge before quietly murmuring, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Why? You don’t have to.”

She lowered hear head shamefully. Then she whispered, “I want to.”

Was this her way of trying to get out of her hanging? It made me wonder, although she never said she would suck me in exchange for her freedom. She just got onto her knees on the mattress as I walked up to her.

I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. That’s when she moved forward and took me all the way into her mouth. Then she started bobbing her head as she suctioned my dick.

She surprised me with how into it she was. I gasped and moaned over how good it felt. That only seemed to inspire her to suck my cock even harder.

I badly needed a release, and I think she knew it. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls swell. So I murmured a warning… “Gawd, you’re going to make me cum.”

Instead of pulling back, she sucked harder. She moaned and groaned as though she was fully into it. “I’m cumming!” I cried out. But she just sucked harder until I shot a load into her mouth.

She swallowed most of it, although some dribbled out onto her lips. She finished cleaning me off before licking her lips. I thanked her, and to my surprise she nodded as she gave me the faintest hint of a smile. Maybe she hoped I wouldn’t hang her now that she’d given me a blowjob. Or maybe it was something else.

45 minutes later I came down for her again. She willingly got onto her knees before I helped her all the way up to her feet. Then I slowly walked her out to the gallows.

I noosed her up and then lifted her up onto her toes. Her nipples hardened immediately, and I saw her pussy glisten. But this time I had a surprise for her.

I had a vibrating wand in my pocket which I pulled out and activated. Then I held it against her swollen nub. She writhed and moaned as she humped against it.

I watched until it looked like she was getting close to cumming. Then I grabbed the rope and lifted her up into the air. Her eyes flew open and she gawked as her legs started to pedal a little.

She was up for ten… fifteen… twenty… twenty-five seconds. She was just starting to hump when I let her back down. That’s when she looked at me with an agonized expression.

“Please,” she rasped as I got her back down onto the balls of her feet.

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum.”

“Only if you’re hanging in midair.”

She gave me another pained look. Then she shamefully lowered her head as she nodded. I looked at her skeptically.

“Are you sure?” She just nodded her head again.

“It means you’ll be hanging. Do you still want to cum?” She nodded once more. That’s when I felt a surge of erotic excitement ripple through me as my cock got hard again.

I pulled on the rope, hefting her back into the air. Then I held the vibrating wand up against her swollen clit. She kicked a little as she tried to hump the wand in my hand. Then her eyes rolled as she squirted.

I let her back down so she could catch her breath. I left her on the balls of her feet for the remaining 15 minutes. Then I took her back to her mattress.

She motioned at the bulge in my pants and licked her lips. I told her, “Next time.” She nodded in understanding.

After 45 minutes I came down for her next shift. This time I removed the ropes from around her upper thighs. She thanked me in a quiet voice.

I led her back to the gallows, her nipples already hardening. When I got her all noosed up she was dripping between her legs from her arousal. I fingered her pussy until I really had her writhing. Then I took her up into the air.

She gawked and gurgled, really kicking her legs now that they were free. She went about a minute before I came up to her and fingered her. That’s when she gawked as she shuddered hard in orgasm, her fluids coating my hand.

I let her back down and she rasped for breath, getting a little more air now that the noose wasn’t so tight. I caressed her all over, fondling her boobs and fingering her cunt. She moaned and whimpered as she writhed in place.

“Please,” she finally rasped. “Let me see it.”

“Let you see what?”

“Your cock. Let me see your cock. Take your jeans off.”

My dick twitched uncomfortably in its confinement as I slowly pulled my jeans down before freeing my erection from my briefs. She looked at it and licked her lips. Then she rasped, “May I… suck it?”

“It’ll cost you,” I warned her. “You’ll have to hang longer if you do. Are you sure you want to?”

She looked at me and lowered her head. Even though her face was red from her restricted breathing I could tell she was blushing. Then she nodded her head.

I gave her slack so she could lower herself down onto her knees. Then she started sucking me again. It was strange, because if anything she seemed even more eager to get me off than the last time.

I let her get me good and hard before I pulled out of her mouth. I told her, “Noose-whores wear the cum of their executioner on their face.” Then I let fly.

She blushed deeply as I splattered her face with my cream. When I was done I made her lick my cock clean. Then I hauled her up into the air.

She rasped and gurgled as her legs started to fly. I asked, “Does my noose-whore want another orgasm?” She nodded her head as she somehow found a way to stop kicking.

I brought the wand against her nub and turned it on full. Her eyes rolled as she started to hump. Then she was cumming and squirting in orgasm.

I waited until she settled down and hung limp. Then I took her down. My cock had started to stiffen again.

I took her back to her mattress and left her there. Then I headed upstairs. That last I heard she was sobbing quietly to herself.

45 minutes later I came back down to hang her once more. That last session in the noose had lasted longer than fifteen minutes. But I gave her the same amount of rest time to catch her breath.

We had just reached the gallows when she deliberately knelt right in front of me. Since I’d remained naked she immediately took my cock into her mouth and started sucking. She moaned and quivered the moment I looped the noose around her throat.

I pulled her to her feet and took out all the tension. She shuffled around on the balls of her feet. Then I applied the wand to her swollen nub.

“Don’t you dare cum!” I warned her. “Noose-whores only cum when they’re hanging. If you want another orgasm you’re going to have to beg me to hang you.”

She gave me a pained expression as she whimpered. She writhed against the wand, humping as I held it against her. Then I pulled it back a little, causing her to try humping for it.

“Hang me,” she finally rasped quietly.

“What did you say?” Had I succeeded in breaking her? Had I really created a noose-whore?

“Hang me!” And with that I pulled her up into the air. I heard her rasp “Wnnnnnna cmmmmm!” So I held the wand up against her crotch.

She humped it until she went crazy writhing and fucking the damned thing. Her eyes rolled as she shuddered hard in orgasm, drenching the wand with her fluids. Then I let her back down.

She rasped and panted for breath as I left her balanced on the balls of her feet again. I began fingering her until she clenched around my wriggling digits. She saw how hard my cock had become as she groaned and squirmed.

She started thrusting against my hand as I fingered her. Then I pulled my hand away. I taunted her by asking, “Does my noose-whore want to cum again?”

She nodded, her eyes almost pleading to be granted another one. I slapped her face hard. Then I snarled, “Fucking noose-whore! Do it yourself!” Then I hauled her up into the air.

She glurked as she became airborne. Her legs started to kick until I noticed she was trying to rub her inner thighs together. Then she shuddered hard as she squirted again.

I saw the results of her climax as she gently swung back and forth. I moved closer, groping and fondling her boobs. That’s when she used her legs to try to climb me.

She gurgled as her cunt found my cock. She deliberately impaled herself on my throbbing shaft. Then she started riding me while rasping for breath as though trying to get me off.

She wheezed and shuddered, her pussy clenching wonderfully around my manhood. It felt so good that I couldn’t hold back. I let out a cry as I thrust up into her cunt, filling her with my cream in blessed release.

She shuddered again as though she was experiencing another climax. Then I pulled out and stepped back to enjoy watching her gently swing back and forth. I finally took her all the way down from the noose before carrying her back to her room and gently laying her down on the mattress.

I gave her over an hour before I went back down. She looked at me and immediately got on her knees as though preparing to give me a blowjob. I just pulled her to her feet. She was still wearing my cream on her face from before.

I took her out to the noose and made her face it. “You’re a true noose-whore,” I told her. “Nothing more can I teach you. It’s time for you to hang.”

She went pale as she looked at me. I saw her start to tremble, and I wondered if I was going to have a problem with her. Instead she slowly lowered herself onto her knees.

She whimpered as she took my cock between her lips and started sucking. I could hear her moan and whimper with fright. But she did it as though she wanted to do a good job, especially if it meant it was going to be her last time sucking me.

I felt the excitement build, so I stopped her. I told her, “You have two choices. You can either take my last load in your mouth. Or I can butt-fuck you and fill your ass with my seed as you die. I’ll leave the choice up to you.”

She stopped sucking as she gasped in alarm. Then she slowly rose to her feet. She was trembling when I asked her, “So your choice is to feel my cum up your ass as you die?”

She bowed her head and nodded as tears welled up in her eyes. I groped and fondled her as I kissed her deeply. “You’re a great noose-whore,” I murmured into her ear. “Therefore I grant your last request to feel my cum up your ass as you die.”

She nodded again as I grabbed the noose and looped it around her neck. She inhaled sharply as I snugged it tight. “Remember,” I told her. “No cumming until you’re hanging. In fact…”

I took the wand and cruelly held it to her swollen nub. She was dripping like crazy, her nipples hard as pencil erasers. Then I told her she was going to have to tell me to hang her if she wanted to cum again.”

She opened her eyes in alarm, realizing I had just condemned her to request permission for me to hang her to death. She writhed and squirmed as though fighting the wand. But I held it right there on her swollen clit.

She rasped and grunted, writhing and wincing in agony. She bit her lower lip a couple of times as I cruelly vibed her. Then I finally heard her gasp, “Hang me.”

“What’s that, you say?”

“Hang me. Please.” She was really writhing now.

“I can’t understand you, noose-whore. Speak up!”

“Hang me, damn you!”

“Hang, you fucking whore!” And with that I hauled her up off her feet and tied off the rope.

Her eyes flew open at the agony she experienced. At the same time she began humping in my direction. I grabbed my cock and stroked it while pointing it at her.

She humped harder as though she was trying to fuck me in midair. She rasped and gurgled as she fought the noose. I saw her face turn an incredible shade of red.

She finally let out a loud “GAWK” as she thrust her hips forward. She sprayed her orgasm all over the floor as she jerked and humped. I stroked harder as I watched her lewd dance of death.

The pain in her chest got worst as she fought even harder. She went into her third minute, humping and fighting. It looked like she was going to cum again.

“Dance for me, whore! Dance like you mean it! Dance like the fucking slut you are!”

Her hips thrust forward again as she squirted once more. It seemed to take everything she had. Then she hung limp, her naked body gently swaying back and forth as cum dripped out of her twat.

“I’ll let you feel it before you die,” I told her as I walked behind her. Then I rammed my cock hard up her ass. She jerked and gurgled, so I know she must have felt it.

I reached around to grope and fondle her boobs as I butt-fucked her. Her legs fluttered as her arms tried to jerk behind her back. Then I reached down and fingered her dripping slit.

Her cunt and ass clenched wonderfully as I thrust hard up her butt. She became less animated until I could barely feel her clenching at all. Then she hung limp, her ass fully impaled on my dick.

I pulled down on her body to hasten her departure, strangling her even more. Her muscles twitched as she jerked a little until her bladder released. Then I was pumping my hot seed up her slutty ass.

I stayed inside her for as long as I could until I softened and plopped out. I came around front and looked at her. Her nipples were still hard, her pussy dripping. I thought I saw the faintest hint of a smile in her expression, but that was probably just my imagination. Incredibly, I had truly learned it was possible to train a woman to be a noose-whore…

2018 (written Apr 16 ’18 by riwa)

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Coming August rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates. There’s some sort of contest about to take place in the dolphin tank.
More of Jaime and her husband. What’s going to happen now that the fundraiser is over?
Wicked Wanda is going to put on a performance for the show Famous at the End
Farrah wants to do an unusual drowning for Famous at the End
Rusty gets chased down in New Mexico and gets hanged in private.
Sadie can’t orgasm without the blade
Several friends fly to Santamos Island to play a risky game that will result in a few deaths

June stories/rewards will fall off at the end of July to make room for August rewards. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Shelly 17 (plus bonus) (7-6-18)

11965 words – $5.00

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

Shelly 17 – Shelly is now on the receiving end of everything she dished out to me earlier that evening. Will I give in and give her the one thing she keeps insisting on? (13 pages)

Kelly’s passion 2 – Kelly thinks she’s put her past behind her. Then she meets Kaley who would love to replicate her erotic swim with Riley for that movie they were in. Can Kelly keep her passions in check? Or will another opportunity present itself? (11 pages)

Scuba Combo V (7-6-18) (reactivated 7-6-18)

10501 words – $5.00

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

Adel’s last scuba dive – Adel heads out to get in a much-desired dive. Everything is going well until she cuts her leg while getting off inside a rock formation. That’s when she starts attracting the predators as she runs low on air. (7 pages)

Scuba in the deep pool – Kim’s sisters are practicing scuba in their deep pool for an upcoming trip to the Caribbean. Mom urges Kim to go down and show them a thing or two as another sister goes down to record the event. There’s regulator sharing, breath-holding and a competitive spirit between the sisters. But then things take an erotically sinister turn as the sisters turn on Kim. (15 pages)

Eulah (plus bonus) (7-16-18)

11423 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” comes a trio of new stories inspired by JustPaul renders.

Eulah – A trip to Bora Bora introduces me to a mysterious, exotic beauty named Eulah. What follows are a series of erotic underwater encounters. (22 pages; 13 renders)

Eliminating the poacher – Inspired by an older clip comes the short story of two roommates. Unfortunately one goes from sharing to poaching boyfriends, causing the other to exact her revenge in a dive pool. (6 pages; 9 vidcaps)

The mermaid – The story of a woman who encounters a statue in the depths. Her encounter with it leads to some physical changes as well as the discovery of another world that both excites and frightens her, resulting in a shocking conclusion. (5 pages)

Island 1-2 (plus Club bonus) (7-27-18)

13462 words – $6.00

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

Island 1-2 – This is a story about females in prison on death-row who are transferred to an island where they will undergo a series of competitions that will eliminate them one by one. In the first two chapters they are transferred by bus until one of them puts up a fuss. (14 pages)

Jaime 1-2 – This is a long Club story about a woman who learns her husband has interests in the Club and the events that take place there. What is he thinking? What does he want to do with her there? (12 pages)

Included is an unadvertised bonus “dry” short of 3 pages/1294 words.

Psycho Lifeguard 2 (7-27-18) (reactivated 7-27-18)

9839 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion to a story inspired by a JustPaul idea. Cover by JustPaul.

Late one night Patricia and Jeremy decide to sneak in a swim at the pool where Patricia works. The problem is: they are both seeing Janice who is the head lifeguard at the pool and who is also using each one for her own sexual thrills. They both want to break up with her and be with each other instead. But Janice is one psycho bitch, an extremely difficult person to try to break up with.

Now she has caught them both, entrapping Patricia down against the drain while Jeremy is cuffed to the pool ladder. How far will her revenge take her… and will any of them survive the evening?

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The Mack Avenue Madame 4.2 (11)

I’m not sure how I survived my visit to the Snuff club. I took so many cocks that it’s a wonder my pregnancy sensor didn’t go off. I left there a happy, cum-filled slut.

I don’t know why, but I chose to leave the pregnancy sensor in my navel. The Club said I could wear it home if I wanted. But they told me they would not come after me to execute me if it tripped anytime I was taking a cock.

My experience in America had left me mostly fulfilled. But there was still one thing missing for me. I had this desire to take some black cock before going back home.

Friends on the Internet had told me about a street in Detroit where I could find all the black cock I wanted. There were some derelict buildings where I could act out my fantasies if I was so inclined. The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. And since I was still in America I figured I should give it a go.

I went to the airport and caught a flight to Detroit, Michigan. When I arrived I flagged down a taxi. The first good looking black man I saw when I walked out of the terminal was the driver who appeared to be everything I wanted for my experience while I was in town.

He gave me a curious look as I climbed into the rear of his cab in my skirt, blouse and heels. My cleavage was hanging out for him to see as he looked back at me in the rear view mirror. The idea he might be lusting after me made me wet as hell.

“Where too, miss?”

“I’m looking for a derelict building on Mack Avenue.”

“Mack Avenue?? What the fuck did you lose in a derelict building on Mack Avenue?”

“This might sound crazy, love. But I’m hoping to give myself to some black cock while I’m in town. I like the idea of shagging in some derelict building on some ratty mattress with black cocks all around me. Call me crazy.”

“Oh you’re crazy all right, miss. Are you sure you don’t want to turn around and fly back to Britain?” My accent had clearly given away my home country.

“No, love. I’d like to try this just once before I fly back home. Mack Avenue, if you please.”

“Suit yourself, miss. It’s your funeral, especially in that outfit you’re wearing.” And with that we drove away from the airport. The way he phrased it like that made me quiver from an insane arousal.

“Got anyone in mind?” he asked as he took me through Detroit. “Is there someone here you’d like to call?”

“I don’t know anyone in town, love. I guess I was just hoping for some anonymous sex.” The sensor in my belly would be sure to let me know if this ultimately turned out to be a bad idea.

He shook his head in wonder as he muttered, “The Mack Avenue Madame’s in the back seat of my fuckin’ cab. Now I’ve seen it all.”

We finally got onto said street and began to drive along its impressive length. We passed several buildings that looked abandoned and run-down. But we didn’t stop.

“Where are you taking me, love? Several of those lots back there would have suited me just fine.”

“I think I have the perfect place for you if you’re feeling suicidal, miss.” The look on his face made me shiver with fear and arousal.

We finally pulled up to an old tenement building with most of the glass broken out. All the first floor windows were boarded up. My breath caught in my throat as I looked it over.

“That’s just lovely,” I told him, becoming both frightened and excited. Then I looked around before asking, “How do I get in?”

“There’s a boarded up window on the third unit around the side, miss. You can pull it open to get inside if you want. I hear they sometimes have wild parties in there late at night.”

“Lovely,” I told him as I got out on trembling legs.

I came around to the window and smiled as I opened my purse. “How much do I owe you, love?”

“How long do you plan on being here, miss?”

I thought I might spend the night, love… maybe an extra day or two, depending on how many cocks show up.”

“Would you like me to call and send some your way?”

“You’re a darling; that would be lovely.”

“Maybe I could drop by for a visit. My name’s Jerome.”

“I’d like that, Jerome. So how much do I owe you?”

“For the Mack Avenue Madame? Maybe you can repay me when I drop by later for a hot fuck.” He gave me a smile that made me melt at the thought of him shagging me later on in one of those filthy units.

After he drove away I walked around the building, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into. I found the third unit with the loose board over the window and worked my way inside. The unit I entered was empty and trashed.

I went around looking for a flat with a bed. When I opened the door to one unit I found two lovely lads in their late teens or early twenties on a ratty looking couch sharing a bottle. I caught them totally by surprise.

The light was dim as they both stood up with a start. When they saw me they smiled as they came over. I think they saw the purse in my hands and were determined to rob me.

I got the shivers as once more I began asking myself what the bloody hell I was doing here. Then I got up my courage. I smiled as I asked them, “Would you lovely lads mind if I sucked your cocks?”

That stopped them dead in their tracks as their jaws fell to the floor in astonishment. They didn’t seem to know what to do with a daft tart like me. So I set my purse down, walked up to them and began unzipping their flies.

I gasped with delight as I pulled out a couple of dark chocolate beauties. One was a lovely six and a half inches while the other looked to be seven. My pussy was wet as hell as I grabbed both dicks and started to stroke them.

They were shocked as hell when I got on my knees and began taking their cocks into my mouth. One of them reached down to paw my boobs. I moaned with a juicy black dick in my mouth.

They soon worked me out of my blouse. My bra came off next before they started groping and pawing my boobs. I was bloody wet and horny as a Liverpool tart.

My skirt came off next, allowing them to feel up my bum. One of them reached down and discovered how wet I was. The seven-incher declared, “Shit, Bobby, this fuckin’ whore is hot for us!”

“Then let’s fuck the shit out of her!”

I was roughly pushed down onto my hands and knees. The seven-incher went between my lips as Bobby pushed into my pussy from behind. Then I began rocking back and forth from their thrusts. What I was doing was so insane that I had my first orgasm five minutes later.

They took turns with me until they both left a deposit deep in my womb. They told me there was a bed in the next room. So I took them back there and got them hard with my mouth all over again.

We were in the middle of shagging on a ratty mattress when we heard voices out in the hallway asking, “Where’s that Mack Avenue Madame?”

“She’s in here!” Bobby declared. Then he gave it to me good and hard until I swooned from another orgasm.

Two more guys came in, and I had two more cocks to play with. This time I got an eight-incher and a nine-incher. It was bloody difficult getting those juicy organs down my throat, although I gave it the ol’ college try.

The eight-incher went first, lying me flat on my back on that ratty mattress as he gave it to me good and hard. I stroked the nine-incher as he fed it into my mouth. Within moments I was in heaven.

More cocks showed up until I was lying on the bed with a cock in each hand and one up my pussy. The guys all loved it. I was the life of the party.

One guy stretched out flat on the bed so I could climb on top of him. Then I got my first black cock up my bum as a lovely bloke climbed on top of me. Two cocks were shoved into my hands until the Mack Avenue Madame was going off again in orgasm pleasing four cocks at once. Another managed to shove his male meat into my mouth until I was grunting my pleasure.

More cocks showed up and I kept getting a lovely shafting. The room was grotty and smelled of sex, the mattress dirty and lumpy. But I was turned on like never before.

The liquor started flowing and I occasionally got a drink when my mouth wasn’t occupied. When my stomach started growling, a lovely lad went and fetched us some hotdogs. They were shoved in my mouth one at a time, usually with a cock not too far behind. My pussy and bum remained filled almost nonstop.

It went on like that throughout the day and well into the night. Jerome even came in and gave me a good shafting. I had so much cum leaking out of me that I couldn’t believe it. And yet I wanted more.

The cocks petered out and I fell asleep on the mattress. I awoke the next morning to a lad shoving his dick in my mouth while another pushed one into my pussy. It was day two of my shag-fest.

Throughout my fucking I got a few lads asking about the sensor in my navel. I told them where it came from and that if I got pregnant at the Snuff Club they were supposed to hang me. They told me that sounded fucking hot, and I got the shivers thinking they might do that to me if I managed to find myself with child before I could get out of the building.

Day three found me taking more cocks. I guess I was becoming rather popular. Guys were regularly coming and going, and I got a few returnees who wanted to experience the British tart for a second and third time.

It was midnight on the third day when this big hulk of a man came in. Everyone knew him as Leroy and said he was the baby-maker. It was said that any woman he fucked got pregnant. That bit of news really gave me the erotic chills.

His cock was the biggest I had seen thus far, and I had a little trouble getting it down my throat. Then he laid me flat on the bed as he began fucking me. He was so big inside me that I thought he was going to split me right open. I screamed his name when he came inside me until I was away with the faeries.

I’m not sure how late it was when I felt a pain in my stomach. I looked down to see my sensor glowing bright red. It meant I was pregnant with a black baby, perhaps from that lovely lad Leroy.

By now the guys who were there knew of the story of where I’d gotten the pregnancy sensor from and what was supposed to happen if it went off. I was so blitzed from my orgasms and the alcohol that  I could hardly think straight. That’s when several of them picked me up off the bed.

I was taken naked through the dark tenement down to the basement and into an old rec room. Some flashlights and candles were set up so there was enough light to see. When I looked around I saw a makeshift noose hanging from the ceiling. Who the hell had set that up??

Leroy looked at me and smiled as he asked, “Well, Dottie? Are you going to go through with it or not?”

I was so blitzed I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Would you lovely lads like to watch me hang?” A bunch of them cheered, causing the others to shush them so as not to draw attention to our presence down in the darkened basement of the rundown tenement.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I suppose I was too drunk to realize what I was doing. “Who wants a last blowjob?” I asked dreamily.

Several lads came forward, and I sucked as many cock as I could. Several exploded in my hands, in my mouth and all over my face. I had cum virtually leaking out of every orifice.

Leroy smiled at me before saying, “Ok, boys; let’s string her up.” I felt an erotic shudder as they stood me under the noose and tied my wrists behind my back. I proudly told them, “The Mack Avenue Madame will do her best to put on a good show for all you nice lads!” They all cheered me again.

A pull on the rope from Leroy and a couple others and I was airborne. I began to kick and pedal as I gasped for breath. Cum flew off my body and dripped out of my holes as I wriggled and jerked around like a fish on a line.

Several of the guys started stroking as I kicked up a nice jig for them. It hurt like bloody hell until I finally exhausted myself. That’s when one of the lads shouted, “Let’s give her a flying fuck!”

They came forward two at a time, filling my pussy and bum. I could hardly draw a breath down my constricted throat. But my pussy and arse kept clenching as they gave me a good shafting in the noose.

I was barely conscious when Leroy finally stepped up to have a turn. He rammed my bum good and hard, and I shuddered from one last orgasm as Jerome eagerly fucked my well-used pussy. I think I gave the cab driver a fleeting smile as he kissed my cummy lips, man-cream totally covering my naked body. Then I quivered for the last time, fully impaled on both cocks as my life slowly ebbed away.

Afterwards they enjoyed shagging my corpse, some of them masturbating to finally cream my legs and stomach. Then they began drifting away, deciding to call it a night. Jerome was the last one left behind, and he enjoyed my sloppy cunt one last time, giving me a lovely kiss before leaving me there. By the time my corpse was found due to the smell, I had decayed so badly that the odor permeated throughout the whole building. It forced them to condemn the bloody thing and tear it down.

(Jun 15 ’18 – for Dorothy; inspired by another of her kinky ideas)

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Victor’s Guillotine 11 4.4 (18)

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All but one of us was excited to see the guillotine in action again. Everyone was eager to see one of us ladies getting fucked naked while risking her head. But I could tell by the look in Richard’s face that he was extremely uncomfortable about the whole thing. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

Sybil Wylie tried to put his mind at ease. She told him we were simply going to have a little erotic fun playing with the guillotine while waiting for Dorothy’s meat to cook upstairs. But her words did not reassure him.

Victoria tried as well, telling him she was planning on him fucking her Louisa while she was lying on the bench. He smiled appreciatively. But I’m not sure it helped very much.

Joyce Melwark started undressing as she smiled at us. “I know how to make him more comfortable. Renard, strap me down and let’s get this show on the road.”

Renard and Joyce’s husband Warren strapped her down to the bench before bringing the lunette down onto her neck. Then she looked up at Richard’s face and smiled. “I’m going to need your cock in my mouth while Warren preps me, love.”

“My cock in your mouth?” he asked incredulously.

“C’mon – c’mon. Time’s a-wastin’. Dorothy’s aroma is starting to drift down here. I’m going to need both you and my husband to help me out since I’m so bloody horny right now. Right, darling?”

“Better do as she says,” her husband replied with a smile as he started to pull down his pants. I could see his cock was already hardening up at the prospect of fucking his wife in the guillotine.

Richard hemmed and hawed until Sybil suggested I help him out. I started working him out of his pants, groping and fondling his crotch until a bulge started to develop. By the time I got his penis out he had gotten semi-hard.

“That’s more like it,” Joyce gasped with delight, her eyes flashing excitedly. “I love having cock in both ends when my neck is on the line. Now bring that bad boy over here, love.”

Renard started the timer as her husband knelt behind her and started feasting on her muff. She gasped and moaned as I grabbed Richard by his dick and forced him to kneel in front of her face, moving the basket out of his way so his cock would be at eye level. Before he could resist Joyce eagerly took him right down her throat.

Slutty Sybil started touching herself, gasping how lucky the bitch was to be getting it in both ends. Victoria assured us Louisa was going to be similarly poked when it was her turn. Joyce just moaned happily with a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her twat.

I glanced at the timer and then at Renard, the question evident on my face. Was it possible the blade could fall this soon? He just smiled as though he didn’t know, but that it sure was going to be fun to find out.

I think Richard tried to resist Joyce’s ministrations on his dick. Every time it looked like he was going to back away I just pushed him forward again. Once I shoved him so far forward that his cock buried itself deep down her throat. It was incredibly erotic.

“Now fuck her in both ends, guys! Spit-roast that lucky bitch! Let’s see if the guillotine gives us a second meal today.” Sybil was already so worked up that she was removing her garments.

I saw Warren smile at Richard as he told her, “Let’s spit my wife in both ends. Go ahead and give it to her good!” Richard looked at me questioningly, but I just smiled and nodded as I pushed him forward, eager to see him give it to the slut good and hard.

Joyce looked like she was in heaven getting fucked in both ends. A couple of times I pushed Richard so close his balls were right up against her lips. She was so enthusiastic that he seemed to loosen up and get a little more comfortable.

At the 3:50 mark Warren motioned at Richard by calling out, “Switch!” He pulled out of his wife and came around front, forcing Richard to pull out of her mouth. They switched places as Sybil gasped, “Damn, she’s so bloody lucky! I want that when it’s my turn!”

I smiled at Richard as he got on his knees and fucked Joyce from behind. Warren really rammed his cock hard down her throat. She groaned as her eyes rolled until her husband pulled out and coated her face with his spunk, much to the delight of everyone watching.

Richard didn’t seem to know what to do, so he pulled out. Renard stopped the timer at 7:48. Joyce had a look of bliss in her eyes, her face coated with her husband’s jizz.

“All right; who’s next?” Sybil gasped. I half expected her to volunteer. Then I got the impression she wanted to go a little later when the risk had increased.

I was a little surprised when Jeff Sampson’s new girl Kimberly Struthers blurted out, “Oh bloody hell; I’ll go for another ride.” Then she started to undress. Everyone got excited over the way this was progressing, especially that slut Sybil.

Richard came over to stand next to me, his cock lowering to half-staff. He started to put his pants back on, but I stopped him with a naughty smile. Victoria grinned at me, nodding her head as though it was a good idea to keep his cock out and available.

As Kimberly was being strapped down, I heard Sybil tell her, “You’ve got to fluff him, love. Keep Richard good and hard. We’ve got to keep him all turned on for Louisa.”

Kimberly asked, “What do you think, Jeff?” He just laughed as he strapped her down, saying it was her choice as Renard brought the lunette down on her neck. For a moment she seemed uncertain.

“I don’t know… I mean, I’m not the kind of girl who sucks every– oh, bloody hell, love! Get it over here.”

Richard’s eyes flew open in surprise as Sybil called out, “Damn right, love! That is so fucking hot!” I just pushed him forward and down onto his knees again until his cock got within range of her mouth.

He grunted as she wrapped her lips around his shaft, making him gasp with delight. Then Jeff got on his knees behind her and stabbed her with his dick. She let out a muffled cry before they started fucking her in both ends. All Sybil could do was mutter, “Lucky bitch!” as she began touching her glistening lady parts.

I was getting turned on watching all that action. The blade hovering above her neck made it doubly erotic. I just hoped Richard wouldn’t go home with the tip of his cock missing in case the blade came down prematurely.

Kimberly seemed to get into it much more than last time. Maybe she had come to the same conclusion as I had just how hot it was engaging in such risky sex. She really gulped Richard down as she rocked from Jeff’s thrusts.

The clock passed 12:10, but I don’t think Kimberly could see it very well with Richard kneeling right in front of her. I supposed that made it even more erotic not being able to know how much time had elapsed. Jeff took her all the way to 14:45 before he roared out his release.

Renard stopped the timer as Richard pulled out of her mouth. She smiled up at him as she murmured, “Damn. Maybe next time I’ll get your load.”

“You mean you’d actually consider riding it again?”

“Yes… no… oh bloody hell; probably.” Several of us laughed at that.

The guys released her from the guillotine as I grabbed Richard’s cock with my hand, making sure he didn’t soften too much. Sybil eagerly called out, “You’re next to get double-stuffed, Bettie!” Richard just looked at me in surprise as I told him, “You might as well enjoy yourself.” At least he didn’t seem uncomfortable anymore.

Bettie gasped, “Oh bloody hell!” as she started to take her clothes off. All us ladies gave her a lusty cheer as the guys whooped and hollered, causing her face to turn a deep crimson. Then she stretched out face down on the bench, sticking her neck through the path of the blade.

Clark and Renard were in the process of strapping her down when she looked up at Richard. Then she motioned with her head… “Ok, you might as well get over here so I can suck your cock.” When he looked at me I just eagerly pushed him forward, making him kneel yet again.

The lunette wasn’t even locked down before she had him deep down her throat. “That’s my girl,” Clark said with a chuckle. Then he knelt behind her, buried his face in her muff and started eating her out.

She groaned and wriggled as she got pleasured while sucking Richard’s cock. My mouth started to water as I thought about helping out. By now I guess everybody had decided to do whatever was necessary to make him feel comfortable and for him not to feel bad that Dorothy had lost her head.

Clark got onto his knees, thrust into her snatch, and started fucking her good and hard. I pushed Richard in the back to help him spit-roast the sexy woman. Sybil gasped and moaned as she watched, furiously rubbing herself all over as Bettie got dicked in both ends.

Bettie looked like she was just as blissed out as Kimberly and Joyce had been. I was surprised the way everyone seemed to be taking on Richard as some sort of group project to make him feel at ease. It was such a bloody turn-on that I was half-tempted to take my clothes off because I was getting so incredibly wet.

Sybil called out, “You guys should switch!” Without even thinking about it, Clark got up and came around front. He motioned for Richard to go fuck her from behind as he dropped to his knees and speared his wife’s mouth.

Richard dropped behind her onto his knees before he thrust good and hard into her cunt. She grunted and moaned, making the rest of us ladies wet as hell. I glanced up at the blade as though wondering if it was going to come down or not. But I’m not sure anyone was paying much attention.

That slut Sybil called out, “Now switch back!” Richard and Clark both pulled out and changed places. Bettie panted for breath, momentarily getting a view of the timer as it passed 21:18. Then she groaned as she was spitted in both ends again.

Clark fucked her hard until she let out a muffled cry of orgasm. I’m not sure, but I think Sybil came right along with her. I came bloody close, although somehow I managed to hold it back.

The timer was stopped at 25:39 so the guys could release her from the bench. “I’m next!” Sybil gasped deliriously. “I can’t fucking wait any longer!” Then she eagerly stretched herself out on the bench face down before sticking her head through the opening as the guys began strapping her down.

She looked up at Richard with a wild look in her eyes. “Now I want you to fuck me until you cum, ok? I want your cum, damnit! Fuck me now; don’t wait for Renard to start that bloody timer!”

He shrugged his shoulders before he got behind her, kneeling and then thrusting into her as Renard locked the lunette down. Then he started the timer as Ken moved around in front of his wife. He got down on his knees, grabbed her head, and then really gave her skull a good, hard fucking.

I couldn’t believe how horny I was. And I noticed Kimberly and Bettie hadn’t gotten back into their clothes just yet. Both of them were stroking Jeff and Clark with one hand while playing with themselves with the other.

Sybil let out a muffled “FUCK ME!” Ken looked at Richard and smiled as he told him, “The kinky bitch really wants it. So I suppose we’d better give it to her.” Then he really began thrusting into her mouth as Richard fucked her hard from behind.

I finally decided it was time to get out of my clothes since half the room seemed to be naked. Besides, my knickers were going to be soaked if I stayed in them much longer. But I wasn’t the only one as Victoria and Louisa were also undressing.

Sybil let out a cry as she had her first orgasm. Her eyes rolled as she groaned into her husband’s cock. Richard fucked her so hard she actually rocked in the guillotine now that he had gotten totally into it.

It happened without warning. One moment the guys were giving it to her good and hard. The next, the blade plummeted downward, slicing clean through her neck. It’s a miracle Ken had pulled out and was getting ready to thrust back in when it happened.

Everyone gasped and jumped as her body jerked and then started hitching. Richard had a look of surprise on his face. Ken just bellowed, “FUCK HER!” as he picked up her head off the floor and thrust his cock through her mouth.

At first Richard seemed stunned at the way her body jerked around. I don’t know when it dawned on him he was fucking a headless corpse because her head was hidden from view a few moments longer as Ken fucked it. At least he kept thrusting good and hard into her cunt. I’m just glad he didn’t stop.

As for me, her beheading caught me totally by surprise. A moment later my own orgasm washed over me. Kimberly and Bettie both gasped as they jerked in shock. I think Bettie had an orgasm as well.

Victoria and Louisa seemed to hang onto each other as they furiously masturbated. Some of the guys were stroking like crazy. Then I heard Ken tell Richard to cum inside her as his cock went off in her mouth.

I swear the crazy bitch actually winked at me as cum dripped out of her severed, bleeding neck. Then Richard cried out as he unloaded deep inside her. Ken gasped, “Is she clenching?” and Richard replied, “She’s milking my cock like crazy!” That’s when I got a good look at Sybil as her expression sagged tiredly, her husband’s cum dripping off her lips and out of her severed neck.

(Apr 30 ’18)

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Yaria’s escape act 4.5 (59)

The audience consists of a couple dozen male and female spectators who have paid for the privilege of being there. They talk amongst themselves while holding glasses of champagne. Then their host Howard Hudgeons enters the room.

He’s in his 50s, wearing a Navy blue vest over his plain light blue shirt. His hair is greying, but he fully looks the part of a man with money. The murmuring spectators grow quiet as he stands before them.

“I want to welcome you to my Dungeon of Horrors. Today’s featured entertainment is what’s awaiting behind that curtain over there. I know this is what you’ve paid to see. So let’s have a look.”

The curtain parts to reveal a naked woman in a Houdini tank that looks damp from recent use. She wears heavy chains and padlocks. She stares emotionlessly at her voyeurs.

The guests murmur at what they see. Some of the ladies gasp with growing excitement. If they know Howard then they know what is to come.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Yaria Gianova. She has graciously consented to take part in today’s entertainment. She hopes you’ll enjoy her performance.”

Yaria continues to stare impassively at them, her hands up against the glass. Several of the guests wonder if she knows what is going to happen to her. Others wonder how their host is going to spin this one.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Yaria here will be showing you her underwater escape act. I’ve personally timed her ability to hold her breath at 3:18, although perhaps she can hold it longer. We shall soon see.”

“The tank will fill with water. Then Yaria will have to free herself from those padlocks to reach the top, flip open the lid and escape. If she is not successful then she will drown. It is as simple as that.”

The guests murmur with enthusiasm as the water is turned on. Some of the ladies buzz with excitement. Seeing the chesty woman in the tank and the peril she faces causes more than a few to quiver with arousal.

The water slowly fills, turning the interior of the Houdini tank into a bluish color. Yaria looks down emotionlessly as it fills. At moment later she stiffens and squirms a little.

Howard smiles as he tells his guests, “As an added distraction, the lovely Yaria has a vibrating egg inserted up her vagina. You may be able to tell from her body language it is now buzzing inside her. This should provide an erotic challenge to the task at hand.”

The guests can hear her gasps in the tank as the water continues to rise. She lets out a quiet moan, trying to catch her breath as the water swirls up to the base of her breasts. One of the women in attendance murmurs, “Gawd; I think I’m just as wet as she is right now.”

The chains shake as she tests her bonds. The water rises higher and higher. It’s not long before the guests can hear her loud gasps for breath as she prepares to be fully submerged.

Howard solemnly tells his guests, “The tank will not be drained until she has shed her chains and reached the top, ladies and gentlemen. Yaria is fully aware of this. Let us see if she is successful.”

She begins to hyperventilate as the water rises. It reaches her chin, forcing her to tip her head back. She is about to reach the point of no return.

The water continues to rise until they all hear a loud gasp for breath. Her head comes under as bubbles dribble out of her nose. Her dark hair swirls around her head until it begins to settle.

“I will now keep track of her time,” Howard intones quietly. The guests all stare as though captivated at the scene. More bubbles slip out of Yaria’s nose.

She begins feeling around as though testing her chains. Perhaps she is trying to decide which padlock to work first. It is obvious they must be removed if she is to shed her chains and escape.

There is a solid metal ball at her feet, also padlocked and looking quite heavy. The chain from there to her ankles is exceedingly short. She will have to unlock it if she is to get to the surface.

The guests watch as the water reaches the top of the tank. Then the sound of flowing water ceases. An exterior light shining on the tank helps bathe the escape artist in a bluish color.

Yaria pushes against the glass as though testing it. Her eyes are closed; she appears to be meditating. “Where’s the key?” one of the ladies asks. “Perhaps it’s in her mouth?” her male companion suggests.

Yaria opens her mouth and produces a key. Then she begins working on the lock around her neck. One of the ladies notices the way she writhes her hips. “Gawd, that egg buzzing inside her must really be turning her on.”

“One minute,” Howard tells his spectators as he checks his watch. Yaria appears not to have heard. Perhaps she is too busy trying to free herself.

The padlock drops from her neck along with the chains. Next she works on the one to her left wrist. She shows some difficulty with it as she tries to work the key into it. More bubbles slip out of her mouth.

She tugs and pulls before it finally pops open. The chains fall away. “A minute thirty,” Howard informs his guests.

Yaria loses a couple bubbles out of her nose as she goes to work on her right wrist. Again she appears to have some difficulty. She frowns and winces as she struggles with the key.

She appears to stiffen as her thighs come together. One of the ladies notices. “Gawd, that egg must really be doing a number on her! I wonder if she’s going to cum in there.”

Yaria winces and squirms until she loses the key out of her hand. It plummets to the floor of the Houdini tank. “Gawd, did she just cum?” another lady asks.

“I think she did,” the female standing right next to her observes, breathlessly fanning herself.

Yaria pauses and closes her eyes as though composing herself. Then she reaches down for the dropped key. One of the males notices her stomach ripple from a contraction.

“Two minutes,” Howard says quietly as he checks his watch. “She’s been under two minutes.”

Yaria reaches down and searches for the key. She finds it and stands upright. Then she goes back to working on the padlock to her right wrist as her stomach ripples again.

“That egg must really be distracting her,” a lady murmurs aloud.

“That was so hot seeing her cum,” a second observes.

“Two thirty.”

Yaria works on the padlock to her right wrist. She bubbles as she appears to fight with it. Then it falls away along with the chains.

“Two locks left,” a male observes quietly, watching as her stomach ripples once more. “Gawd, she must be running out of breath.”

Yaria reaches down for the padlock to her crotch. Now she seems to be fully aware of the buzzing egg causing her to squirm uncomfortably as she winces and bubbles. Her stomach contractions have migrated up into her chest.

“Gawd, just look at her!” a female breathes. “How long can she hold it?” another asks. A third eagerly blurts out, “She’s not going to make it, is she? That’s why we’re down here, right… to watch her drown?”

Nobody looks at her over her remark. All eyes remain glued on the sexy, naked woman struggling with the padlock inside the Houdini tank. Her drowning appears imminent.

Yaria loses more bubbles out of her nose as she works the padlock to her crotch. Her chest heaves as her stomach ripples. It looks as though her thighs are clenching together.

“I think she’s gonna cum again!”

“You think so?”

“If she does, she’ll never get those padlocks off.”

“Gawd, I hope she drowns in there!”

“Three minutes.”

Yaria winces as she finally pops the padlock to her crotch. Those chains fall away. Now only the only ones left are the most critical ones, the ones holding her ankles to the heavy metal ball.

Her chest heaves and she loses another burst of air as she bends down. Her stomach ripples again and again as she winces in agony. She appears to be running out of breath.

“Gawd, just look at her!”

“She’s really struggling, isn’t she.”

“She’s not gonna make it.”

“Damn! I can’t wait to watch her drown!”

“Three fifteen.”

Yaria fumbles for the last padlock to her ankles. Her chest heaves again, forcing more air out of her pursed lips. She winces as she struggles with the lock, her thighs clenched tightly together.

“Wow, just look at her trying to fight it.”

“Her chest is really heaving.”

“Is she going to make that last lock?”

“Fuck, I hope not.”

“Damn, I think she’s going to cum again.”

A painful looking convulsion forces air out of her mouth. That’s when Yaria gulps water as she drops the key. She stands upright and starts clawing for the surface in a panic as she humps the water…

“Fuck, she’s cumming!”

“She just dropped the key!”

“Gawd, she’s really going to drown!”

“Three thirty.”

A few seconds later Yaria gurgles. Then she starts thrashing about, coughing up bubbles as her stomach and chest heave continuously. She bucks and shudders as the water around her crotch is stained with spurting fluids.

“Gawd, she just came hard!”

“She came and pissed herself! That’s urine in the water!”

“That is so fucking hot!”

Yaria waves helplessly at the surface as she continues to hitch and convulse. Then she stares at her audience in horror. One last shudder ripples through her. Then she gently sways back and forth as an occasional muscle fires.

“Three thirty-eight, ladies and gentlemen. I believe that may have been her best time underwater.”

“Gawd, I just wet myself.”

“That was incredible!”

“She was looking right at me when she drowned!”

“Honey, she was looking at all of us.”

Several down the rest of the champagne in their glasses. Then Howard motions at his guests. “Step forward if you wish to have a closer look. I hope her performance was entertaining.” That’s when they all move forward, some of the ladies pushing up against the glass to admire the naked woman who has just drowned for them in the tank.

2018 (Mar 19 ’18)

(Inspired by the preview pictures from Waterbondage.com that I used as illustrations.)

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The guillotine on Santamos Island (TS-male themes) 3.5 (4)

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.

 I shove the toy hard up my lady-boy ass, cupping my balls and stroking my cock. My nipples are hard as I find myself fantasizing again. Then I lie back on my bed and close my eyes, picturing the blade hovering above me. It hangs there tantalizingly, toying with me with its message of instant death.

In my mind the blade suddenly releases, severing my head with one quick stroke. I thrust the toy hard up my ass as I furiously stroke my cock to the terribly erotic image. Cum spurts out of my throbbing dick and coats my tits as I shudder from a wonderful release.

If Jason were here he would be taking my ass himself. But he’s off to buy tickets for Santamos Island – the island of consensual executions. I slowly thrust the toy in and out of my ass in the afterglow of a wonderful release as I gently stroke my softening she-male cock.

I’ve had this fantasy for as long as I can remember. But it’s only been a few weeks since I learned of the existence of Santamos Island. How I managed to convince Jason to go buy tickets for the two of us is still a mystery. Perhaps it’s because he’ll be getting all my worldly possessions and my bank accounts after I’m gone.

I met Jason by accident after going through a bad breakup. He was kind and thoughtful, and we hit it off right away. It didn’t take long before I wanted our relationship to become sexual. But I was afraid of his reaction to me.

One day he told me he wanted to go swimming with me. I told him I would love to but that I was afraid of his reaction because I had a little ‘something extra’. When I came out in my bikini I took his hand and placed it on the bulge in my crotch.

His eyes widened in surprise and he gave me this funny look. “Oh really?” he said to me. “Interesting.” Then I’ll be damned if he didn’t start rubbing me until I started getting hard!

Well you can imagine what happened after that. I was so relieved as the two of us started making out right there in the pool. We went underwater and started bubbling, kissing and caressing each other until I was boiling over.

From there we ended up in a hot tub where our suits quickly came off. I ended up giving him an underwater blowjob and he returned the favor. From there we rapidly became fuck-buddies. He even let me fuck his ass.

It took a couple months before I finally shared with him my guillotine fantasies. He thought it was weird at first. But I told him it made me so hot, especially now that I had begun imagining him as my executioner. It took him a couple weeks but he actually came around, especially because he liked pleasing me.

The hottest night of my life was the night he decided to try to come up with something similar for me to experience. He wasn’t the least bit interested in removing my head. But he did come up with something that added to the fantasy.

He blindfolded me and then started fucking me on the bed. Then he put some sort of thin rope around my neck. “This should simulate the blade coming in contact with your neck,” he told me. Then at the count of three he rammed his cock hard inside me while jerking the rope tight around my neck.

Gawd; that did it! It wasn’t a blade or anything, but it felt like something wanted to cut into my neck. I came so hard that my cock erupted until cum spewed all over the two of us. I felt him cum up my ass a few seconds later.

Fuck; what inspiration! I fucking loved it! We began playing like that for a while, being careful with what we used so that it didn’t strangle me too much.

Things changed when I discovered the existence of Santamos Island. I told Jason I wanted him to take me there and make me ride the guillotine while he was fucking me. He told me he wasn’t the least bit interested in watching me die.

I wore him down until I finally proclaimed that if he didn’t take me, I would find someone else who would. But I told him my greatest fantasy was for him to be there fucking me when it happened. I even told him I would find a way so that he wouldn’t have to actually be the one to execute me if that would make it easier on him.

Can you believe it? He reluctantly agreed. And today he’s buying the tickets to fly us out tomorrow.

When he comes home with the tickets I plant a big, juicy kiss on those sweet lips of his. Then we fuck like bunnies for the rest of the day. Later that night we collapse into bed totally exhausted. But I cannot sleep. My mind swirls with what it will feel like when my neck finally meets the blade.

The next morning I dress in my absolute sluttiest. Then we head for the airport. I take nothing else with me, for I plan on being dead by nightfall.

When we arrive, we check in right away to the Robespierre Hotel. It has a full-sized guillotine right out in front where everyone can watch. My lady-boy cock is hard and ends up dripping for the rest of the day… the rest of the day which also happens to coincide with the remainder of my lifespan.

We take a tour of the island and get to witness an execution over at the rifle range. Then we walk down to the beach and catch a man and woman tied to the tidal stakes. Every now and then the gallows claims another life. We even get to watch a beheading by axe.

I’m so turned on I can hardly stand myself. I can’t believe this place! This island actually exists! People are being executed all around us, and I’ll soon be joining them.

Jason is contemplative as we spend our last dinner together. I tell him how deeply I love him and how much all this means to me. Then I suggest he find some nice piece of ass to fuck after I’m executed. After all, I don’t want him to be alone for too long after my beheading.

I desperately want to fuck right after our last meal together. So does Jason. But I ask him if we can hold off. I tell him I think it will be so hot if we allow the excitement of my approaching execution to build so that our last fuck together turns out to be our best fuck ever. He reluctantly agrees.

After dinner we go for another walk. We witness another couple of beheadings by axe, both of whom are females. I can tell it is having an effect on Jason, and I find myself hoping he comes so very hard in my ass once the blade severs my head from my shoulders.

We deliberately avoid the guillotine until the sun goes down. Now it seems as though I don’t want to see where I’m going to die until it’s time. We make our way back to the Robespierre, going in through another entrance.

We sit in the lobby sipping brandies as the time grows short. Then I look over at him, my body trembling like crazy. I suddenly have reservations about the whole damned thing. But I’m not backing out. Arrangements have already been made for Jason to take possession of my things back home.

We walk up to the hotel concierge and sign the requisite forms. Then we head outside to the waiting guillotine. There is no one around; we have arrived during a lull in the executions.

The tension is palpable as we kiss while he slowly disrobes me. My breath catches in my throat, and I begin to tremble like mad. “Are you sure you don’t want to back out?” he asks softly.

In response I show him the paperwork. “The papers have already been signed, baby. I’m going through with this one way or the other. Now strap me down and make love to me. Just leave my arms free.”

He does as I ask, and we begin caressing each other until I lie down upon the bench. He straps me down before locking my head into the lunette, making sure I can caress him with my hands. Then he sucks my lady-boy cock, allowing me to feel it in his mouth one last time.

He kisses, suckles and caresses my heaving tits as I look up at the blade. Then he places his cock in between them, pressing them together with his hands and fucking my breasts. I whimper and moan, rock hard with excitement as I stare at the blade hovering above me.

I tell him to give me the rope to the blade and I will do it myself as he cums. But Jason says, “Not yet.” Then he enters my ass where he gives me the longest, best fuck of my life.

When he finally cums, I feel his hot seed deep inside me. He comes around and kisses my lips. Are those tears in his eyes? Then he hands me the rope as he tells me, “My dear, I will be the one to feel you cum inside me when the blade falls.”

He goes back around and straddles me, impaling his ass upon my hard, quivering she-male cock. Then he starts rocking as he gropes my tits. Suddenly I’m so damned scared – and yet so fucking excited – that I can hardly think straight.

I hold the rope in my hand… literally hold my life in my hand. I maintain my grip on it as I thrust up into his ass, his muscles clenching around my quivering shaft. His hands grope my boobs, and I’m filled with a terrible fire of arousal.

I suddenly notice quiet voices all around us. People have wandered over to have a look. My execution will not be private after all.

I’m turned on even more as I hear snippets of conversation… “She must be a she-male; he’s riding her cock…”  “Gawd; they’re making love to each other! That is so fucking hot…”  “Do you see that? She’s holding the rope in her hand! Gawd; she’s actually going to execute herself…” “I’ve never seen a beheading quite like this one! They must really love each other…” ”Look at the way he’s riding her! See how hard his cock is? Gawd; I’ll bet they both cum when the blade drops…”

We build up to an eager, anxious fuck, my lady-boy cock driving hard up inside him as he rides me. That’s when I feel it start to swell inside me. Gawd; I’ve really got to do this right now or I’ll go crazy…

THUNK!

I don’t know when I let go of the rope. All I know is that I actually hear the blade hit the bottom… hear the gasp from the crowd. Then I’m looking at wicker all around me as my head lands in the basket.

I hear Jason call out for someone to retrieve my head. I’m lifted up out of the basket and handed over to him. I’m given an extraordinary view of my body as it jerks and spasms underneath him. Gawd; that is such an incredible sight!

He cries out in orgasm, his cock spewing another load upon my quivering tits. I can feel nothing below my neck now. I can only hope I came inside his ass when the blade dropped as my last present to him. Then my vision starts to fade.

The last thing I see is his face… the last thing I taste is his lips upon mine as he kisses me tenderly. Then my vision fades completely. I happily settle into oblivion, my fantasy fulfilled at long last…

© 2012 (written June 5 ’12 by riwa)

(Original idea for the Island of Consensual Executions created by Arachnid.)

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She needed the money 3.6 (14)

Miriam needed the money. The ad on the Internet indicated she could earn enough cash in her city to pay her rent for three months. It would also cover food and utilities.

There were some negatives she would have to deal with, and they made her wince. She had to be comfortable having sex with multiple partners. She had to be open to some breath play. And she also had to be ok with a little humiliation.

She didn’t mind the sex so much. She was between boyfriends, but she was still on the pill just to be on the safe side. She was sexually active, and she enjoyed fucking. She just hadn’t done it with multiple partners before.

The breath play issue concerned her. She could hold her breath underwater, and she didn’t mind being choked during sex. Was that all there would be to it? Or would it require more from her?

The idea of being humiliated also bothered her. But deep down there was a part of her that found the idea of being degraded more than a little arousing. She was concerned it might make her cry a little. But in the end she figured she could tolerate it… perhaps even find it a bit of a turn-on.

Miriam put off making a decision for as long as she could. But the rent was due in a couple of days. She didn’t have enough in her bank account to cover the full amount.

Early in the morning she woke up and decided to place a call to the number on the ad. The voice of a nice woman on the other end asked how soon she could be available. They already had two girls, but they needed a third.

Miriam said she could be there as soon as they wanted her since the location was in her city. She was asked if she could show up right after lunch. Miriam said that would be ok with her as she’d recently been laid off from her job and was available anytime they needed her.

She was directed to a warehouse on the outskirts of town. She was told to dress in something slutty. And she was told to expect a lot of sex since a number of men would be paying for the privilege of enjoying her body.

She picked out something slutty: a blouse showing cleavage, a skirt that showed way too much when she bent over, and a pair of fuck-me high heels. Then she called for a taxi to come pick her up. When he pulled up, the driver looked at her and shook his head, assuming he was taking this woman to meet someone for sex.

She gave the man directions as he pulled away from the curb. Conversation was minimal. He didn’t want to ask any questions, figuring the less he knew the better.

They drove up to a rundown building on the outskirts of the city. Miriam paid the fare after she was dropped off at the entrance. The cab drove away as she went inside, only to encounter a secretary behind the desk of a sparsely furnished room.

The woman’s outfit was equally slutty. She rose and came out from around her desk, introducing herself as Eloise. Miriam told her why she was there, quickly recognizing the lady’s voice as the same one on the phone.

The secretary told her the guys were waiting in back and should be finishing up with lunch. She was asked if she was ready to perform. All she had to do was sign a release form and she would be good to go.

Miriam nodded as she trembled with uncertainty. “I have a few questions if you don’t mind.”

“Certainly,” Eloise said with a smile as she went back behind the desk and retrieve the paperwork and a pen. “Ask your questions.”

“Your ad asked if I would be comfortable having sex with multiple partners. What does that mean?”

“Have you even participated in a gangbang, honey?”

“No. How many is that? Three of four?”

“More like ten or twelve. That’s why we charge so much and they pay so much. Does that bother you?”

“Ten or twelve?” Miriam couldn’t believe it. Was she expected to fuck ten or twelve men this afternoon??

“Can’t you handle that many? I’d hate to have to place another call. I do have a woman on standby, but I’d need to call her right away if you decide to turn down the…”

“No, I think I can handle ten or twelve,” Miriam replied hastily, although she wasn’t entirely certain. But she really needed the money.

“Anything else?”

“Your ad mentioned breath play?”

“Do you like having your breath cut off during sex?”

“Well, I had a boyfriend who used to choke me sometimes. I kind of liked it… I guess.”

“Well, this will be very similar to that. You’ll be having sex while your breath is cut off. Will that be a problem?”

“I, uh… I don’t think so.”

“Anything else? We really need to get started.” The secretary pushed the paperwork over for her to sign.

“Uh… I guess not.”

Miriam picked up the pen and sighed the top copy. “You don’t want to look at it?” the secretary asked.

“I’m sure it’ll be all right. And I assume there will be pictures and video of me going out?”

“I’m sure there will,” the secretary said with a nod as she flipped the page, making Miriam sign a second sheet.

“Is that it?” the nervous young woman asked as she scribbled her signature.

“That’s it,” the secretary told her with a smile, taking the papers and sliding them into a desk drawer. Then she stood up.

“I’ll take you back right now. You’ll be expected to get into character and agree to anything they want to do to you. That’s what you agreed to when you came here and signed the paperwork. So I assume that’s going to be ok with you. Am I right?”

“Uh… yes you are.”

Miriam got nervous again as the secretary led her through a door and down a hall. It seemed like the corridor needed a fresh coat of paint. This building wasn’t nearly as impressive as she’d hoped it would be.

They went through a series of corridors and down into the basement. The secretary knocked on an old metal door. It opened up to reveal a handsome man in a suit and tie. Miriam felt better at seeing someone looking so professional.

“Is this her?” he asked with a smile.

“This is Miriam,” the secretary replied. “She agreed to everything; the paperwork is all signed.”

“Fantastic. Come on in, Miriam. Let’s have some fun.”

“Goodbye, honey,” the secretary said as she coldly turned and walked away.

Miriam frowned at her as she walked away. Goodbye?? Did that mean she wouldn’t be going out past the secretary’s desk when she was finished with the gangbang? Did that mean she wouldn’t see her for the rest of the day?

The man in the suit took her through a short hall to another door. Then he opened it up and all but threw her inside, loudly declaring, “The slut has arrived, gentlemen!” Then he closed the door behind her.

Miriam bounced off the floor, letting out a yelp. Why the hell had he thrown her in here like that? That wasn’t professional at all!

She had barely gotten to her knees when she was surrounded by a group of men. Some of them were taking pictures of her with their cell phones. Some of them were already naked. And many of them had their cocks out.

One man with a smelly dick that looked like it was seven inches long shoved it in front of her face. “Get to sucking, slut!” he told her as he slapped her face hard. “A whore like you knows what to do!”

“Yeah!” the others chimed in. “Start sucking cock, you filthy slut.”

For a second she forgot about the humiliation she was to expect from them. “Hey, you don’t have to treat me – GULP!” That was all she got out as he forced his dick clear down her throat.

She gagged on it as a couple guys stepped up on either side of her. They grabbed her hands and made her wrap her fingers around their dicks. They certainly weren’t wasting any time.

She grunted as they started in on her. Cellphones and iPhones took pictures of her while she was sucking cock. They were already laughing at her, taunting her as they pushed their dicks in her direction.

More cocks appeared right in front of her. There was laughter as someone spit in her face. And there were degrading cries of “Suck it slut!” “Suck it like a good whore!” “The cunt’s got quite a mouth on her!”

It wasn’t long before they were all naked. Some of them really smelled. But they were all large men. She didn’t see a single cock less than seven inches in length.

Miriam realized she was going to be sore when this was all over. But she really needed the money. She decided she would try to enjoy herself since the cash would make it all worth it in the end. Besides, the fucking was bound to be enjoyable.

She got another slap in the face before she gagged down another cock. There was more laughter. Then they started pawing at her blouse and skirt.

She let out a muffled grunt of alarm as they ripped her clothes right off, exposing her tits and ass. She winced at seeing they’d been shredded. Even her underwear was ruined.

She stiffened unhappily; she didn’t like this one bit. She certainly hoped the secretary out front had a change of clothes she could wear when she went home. Surely they had planned for something like this to happen when a girl’s clothes were destroyed, right?

The men got more aggressive, some of them shoving two cocks into her mouth while they kept her hands busy. She got slapped in the face several more times, leaving stinging marks on her cheeks. They slapped her tits as they laughed at her while calling her a slut and a whore and other degrading names.

She’d anticipated some of this. But did they have to degrade her to this extent?? Then she remembered the secretary telling her she would have to “get into character” or something like that. She supposed that meant she had to act the part.

The names continued to rain down on her head… “Whore!” “Slut!” “Fucking bitch!” “Cumslut!” She did her best to smile at them as though she liked it. After all, they were certainly paying her well to be their fuck-toy. But it was more than a little degrading. What made it all the more humiliating was the way her body was becoming aroused, her pussy moistening and her nipples hardening.

“Hey, the whore likes it!” “Time for this slut to take some cock!”  “C’mn, bitch! Let’s see how many cocks you can take at once!”

One of the men stretched out on his back on the floor. Miriam climbed on, allowing his eight inch dick to fill her pussy. Then she was bent forward, taking another cock in her mouth as she grabbed onto two more with her hands.

At that point she felt a cock pushing into her anus… “C’mon; let’s fill all this whore’s holes! She was born to take cock, the fucking slut!”  It felt huge, and she screamed into the cock down her throat. Then she grunted as she got a good pounding in all her openings.

She felt cocks touching her face and in her hair. Once again she was forced to try and swallow two of them at once. Then she felt a second man trying to shove his dick up her butt.

She tried to cry out, “Damnit, guys; I only have room for one!” But that didn’t seem to stop them. She screamed into the cock in her mouth as she felt a second dick being forced up her ass.

Miriam choked on the cock jammed down her throat until it got hard to get a breath. Someone wrapped his hands around her throat as though trying to choke her out. She trembled from a mixture of arousal, humiliation and fear, especially since this was getting scary. It also felt like it was getting a little out of hand.

The voices continued their taunts and curses, embarrassing her even more. The guy in her pussy declared how much she seemed to be enjoying it based on how wet she was. The guys in her ass kept calling her a fucking whore. The guys ramming her mouth enjoyed the way she loved to suck cock.

Miriam eventually felt hot jizz up her cunt. Two more loads were spurted into her ass. A couple cocks emptied themselves into her open mouth as two more fired off, splattering her face and tits. It was embarrassing as hell.

She finally got a break as the cocks left her ass. Some bastard sat on a chair while the others lifted her up and impaled her ass on his dick. It felt like it was eight or nine inches long, and it hurt even more.

Her head was turned to the side as another cock forced its way down her throat. Her hands were put to good use giving handjobs as another cock came up and slid right into her wet pussy. The bastard was certainly enthusiastic about fucking her.

“Damn, this cunt is wet as hell! She must fucking love it! C’mon over, Walter! Stick your cock in here with mine! This cunt can take it!”

Miriam’s eyes flew open in alarm. Then she felt a second cock being pushed into her pussy. It stretched her almost as bad as what had been done to her ass.

She let out another muffled cry as they pounded every hole. “This slut fucking loves it!”  “Give it to her good, boys! She’s a fucking whore!” Damn, this bitch loves cock! Choke on it, you fucking whore!”

She got slapped in her face and spit on as she was brutally skull-fucked. It was degrading as hell as she found herself fighting back tears. She assumed this was what was expected of her. But she decided she didn’t like it all that much.

Miriam concluded this was more than a simple gangbang. And she had willingly signed those damned papers so she couldn’t do a thing about it. At least she was going to be well paid for it.

Several cocks went off as she got more jizz up her ass and in her pussy. It was so degrading that she shuddered from a humiliating orgasm. One of the guys noticed, and he laughed as he declared, “Damn, this cunt really loves getting fucked! She just creamed herself! Give it to her good, boys; the slut fucking loves it!”

“Let’s see how much she loves not being able to breathe!” another called out with a cruel laugh. Miriam trembled in alarm. She didn’t like the sound of that.

Out came the ropes, binding her arms tightly being her back. Now she couldn’t give handjobs anymore. But they didn’t seem to care.

Once more some guy took the floor lying flat on his back. Her pussy was impaled as two more stepped up behind her to penetrate her ass. Miriam would have cried out had the bastard down below not reached up and choked off her ability to breathe.

Another cock was shoved hard down her throat, gagging her and making it doubly hard to get any air. “Choke the cunt; strangle the fucking whore!” “Yeah, make her gag on that fucking dick!” “What a fucking slut!”

The cock went off in her mouth, gagging her as she tried to swallow down all that spunk. Two more took its place, both fighting to push deep past her lips. The two cocks up her ass went off as one, filling her rectum with more jizz.

She was choked with bare hands before she was rolled off the guy on the bottom. Another took his place, and she was impaled yet again. It wasn’t long before cum was dripping out of every hole.

Someone grabbed a rope and looped it around her neck. They pulled so hard she thought she was going to pass out. A couple cocks went off and splattered her backside as several men stood around stroking while waiting they’re turn.

Someone laughed as he brought a bag down over her head. There were cries of “Snuff the fucking whore! “Bag the bitch!” “Let’s snuff this cunt!” Miriam jolted in horror at their words. This was far more than she ever expected.

The bag inflated and then deflated until she could hardly breathe. She tried to cry out, letting them know she couldn’t get any air. She became weak and disoriented, terrified they were going to kill her. Then she shuddered hard in orgasm before she passed out.

After that things were a bit of a blur. Miriam thought she’d been carried into an adjacent room. Was that some sort of tank on one the wall?

When her senses returned she discovered she had somehow been put inside the tank. It came down just below her breasts where it stopped, sealing her in. The front of it was glass, and there was some sort of hard rubber around her midsection as though sealing off her lower half from her upper half.

Her arms and legs were secured spread-eagled to the wall. The tank she was in left her very little room to move. Her breasts almost pressed up against the glass, leaving her head with only a little room to move around or twist from side to side.

Something had been stuffed between her lips. It felt like she was sucking on a rubber cock. Her eyes were wide as she grunted in alarm.

The guys all hovered around her, touching her and feeling her up. She felt fingers up her cunt and ass, and it made her wriggle and squirm. Then someone hollered, “Turn on the water; let’s drown the bitch!”

A hose opened up somewhere near the top of the tank. Miriam felt cold water pouring in with her. It made her cry out as her nipples hardened right up.

Some guy stepped up with a big, stupid grin on his face. He pawed the glass where her tits were as the cold water rose above them. Then she felt him enter her pussy, pushing out all that excess spunk she had dripping out of her slit.

He started thrusting as the water continued to rise. She let out a cry of alarm as it climbed her shoulders and rose up her neck. It made her tip her head back as it ominously reached her chin.

The bastard fucked her harder as the water continued to rise. The guys were all laughing while calling out, “Drown the whore!” “How does her cunt feel now?” I bet she clenches really hard while she’s drowning!” “Make that fucking slut bubble!”

She frantically filled her lungs as the water kept rising. It climbed up past her nose and eventually rose above her eyes. She was totally submerged, and she grunted and bubbled as the bastard fucked her even harder.

She lost bubbles out of her nose and around the penis-gag in her mouth. She struggled to hold her breath, grunting as she was brutally fucked. She lost more bubbles out of her nose as she listened to the water continue to fill the tank. Ohmygawd; were they actually going to drown her??

She cried out a froth of bubbles, clenching and squeezing around the cock in her cunt until she shuddered in orgasm. She felt a hot load of cum a few moments later. Then her rapist pulled out.

Miriam was dimly aware of the water level dropping. She lost more bubbles as her cum-stained chest heaved in agony while she tried to hold her breath. Then it dropped down below her nose.

She snorted fresh air into her lungs, trying to catch her breath. That’s when another bastard stepped up. She felt this one shove his large dick up her ass, and she let out a muffled grunt of agony.

The water level started to climb again as she was fucked up her ass. The comments returned… “How does that ass feel?” “Is that cunt giving you a good ride?” “Hell, I bet that whore’s enjoying it, isn’t she?” “She’s going to fucking cum her breath away again like the slut she is, right?”

Miriam tried to get a decent breath as the cold water rose up her chest… up her shoulders… up her neck. He was really giving it to her good. But she was terrified of drowning. If she remained submerged too long she might suck water and drown!

The level climbed above her nose, forcing her to hold her breath again. If anything it made him fuck her harder as the others looked on, some of them stroking in anticipation of their turn. Miriam shook her head, her eyes pleading for them to stop this. But there wasn’t a sympathetic eye in the place.

She lost a big burst of bubbles as the cock fucked her ass hard. Then she was clenching and cumming again. She felt a humiliating spurt of hot seed up her rectum before the bastard pulled out, allowing the water level to drop again.

She got a third cock… and then a fourth. Cunt or ass made no difference to them. She couldn’t keep from clenching in fear and humiliation, so she tried to do it manually in order to get them off quicker so the water level would drop sooner.

She almost drowned on the sixth cock. She shuddered hard as she orgasmed painfully. Her last conscious thoughts were wondering if she was going to cum herself to death. Then she blacked out.

When she regained consciousness the tank was almost empty. She coughed and sputtered as she tried to get her breath back. She kept sucking on the penis-gag in her mouth as though she was the greatest of sluts.

She was dripping wet when she was finally released. Cum still clung to her naked body in places, making her look filthy; a true cumslut. But they weren’t finished with her.

She was horrified as they half walked/half dragged her over to a noose dangling from the ceiling. She shook her head no as they all laughed at her. The voices picked up again… “Let’s hang the whore!” “She’ll make a good noose-slut!” Let’s hang the cunt and give her a flying fuck!”

She tried to indicate she didn’t want to go through with this anymore. The money just wasn’t worth suffering this kind of degradation. She’d barely survived drowning, but the way these bastards were treating her there was no way of knowing whether or not she would survive this next part of their breath play.

They noosed her up and then pulled on the rope, taking her up off the floor. She gasped and gurgled as her toes fluttered. But she couldn’t reach it no matter how much she kicked or pedaled.

A hard cock moved right in front of her. She heard a male voice declare, “Better fuck him, cunt, if you want to keep breathing!” Another laughingly said the slut was probably going to orgasm in the noose so she’d better get fucked good and hard to make it worth her while.

Miriam saw the body in front of her, and she tried to climb him with her legs. She pulled him close, only to feel the cock penetrate her dripping sex. She was already full of jizz, another painful humiliation.

To her horror she discovered she had to use her legs to try to climb him even more. It had the effect of making it feel like she was fucking him. He wasn’t standing tall enough for her to rest impaled on his dick.

She felt another cock push up into her cum-filled ass. She grunted with pain and humiliation as they started fucking her together. She tried to ride them, desperately trying to work herself high enough to ease the strain on her neck and to get a decent whisper of air down her throat.

The guys laughed and joked as they surrounded her. “Look at that slut go!”  “Ride em, cowgirl!” “The slut sure loves cock, don’t she?” She’s a fucking noose-whore is what she is!” “Just look at her suck on that rubber cock in her mouth! The whore wants more, I tell you!”

Miriam could not help sucking on the phallus between her lips. It was instinctive as she kept trying to inhale. She clenched around the cocks up her cunt and ass, hoping if she got them off they would let her down.

It hurt so much; she could barely get air down her throat. She rasped and gurgled as she kept trying to climb the body in front of her. Then she shuddered in shameful orgasm, clenching so hard she milked them both into leaving deposits of jizz inside her.

They laughed as they both pulled out, leaving her to dangle. Her legs flew outward; she needed that support to come back. Then she felt a big cock ram hard up her ass.

She glurked and grunted as she got another hard ass-fuck. “Better fuck her cunt, or she’s not going to make it, Georg.” That’s when a man stepped in front of her with his rock hard cock.

Once more Miriam lifted her legs up, wrapping them around him to pull him closer. She impaled her pussy on his dick as the one in her ass thrust up and down. It was humiliating as hell.

She felt how red her face had become from lack of oxygen. Her head felt swollen as her heart pounded in her chest. She was getting dizzy and disoriented from lack of air.

They fucked her good and hard, her ass and cunt clenching instinctively. She milked them dry as she suffered through another shameful orgasm. Then her legs dropped and she hung limp again, unable to keep her legs up anymore.

They pulled out, letting her holes drip with cream as she dangled there. Two more moved forward to impale her holes, fucking her cunt and ass. “This whore’s just about had it, eh?” “Better fill those holes with spunk before we’re done with her.” “This slut is still clenching! Can you fucking believe it?”

Her legs hung down; she no longer had the strength to lift them. Miriam wondered if this was how it was going to end for her. Had she signed her life away to some sort of snuff group??

She was dimly aware of cumming again… dimly aware of cocks going off inside her. More jizz leaked out of her cunt and ass. Then she felt hands all over her body.

She was weak and disoriented. Wait; was she being taken down?? Was she still alive? Everything seemed all jumbled up in her mind.

Consciousness started to return. She could hear the guys laughing and taunting her. Then she was dimly aware of being set down upon a…

What the hell? What was this?? She felt cold, thick metal pushing deep into her cunt and ass.

She blinked in confusion as she panted for breath. At least the penis-gag had been removed. But she was vaguely aware of them tying her to some sort of chair, securing her arms while spreading her legs to reveal her swollen cunt.

She tried to shake her head. She was just too weary to go on any longer with this madness. To hell with the money; now she just wanted to go home. But she couldn’t find her voice as she kept coughing up cum and drool.

Something was fitted around her throat, some sort of metal band that tightened ominously. Her eyes opened in alarm as she gasped for breath. Then she felt it tighten even more.

She stiffened as she rasped and gurgled. Then she felt fire in her cunt and ass as electrical current jolted her from the long, thick metal probes. She jerked and shuddered as her cunt sprayed her arousal.

“Look at that! The whore just squirted!”  “I told you she was a slut!” “They really picked a good one with her!” “I bet she squirts when she dies!” “What a fucking whore!”

Had she heard right? Were they really going to kill her?? Then someone stepped forward and pushed his cock into her mouth as another pissed into her face.

She jerked and gurgled as the band loosened around her throat. Then it tightened, causing her to stiffen and shudder. He fucked her mouth until he left a deposit on her tongue before pulling out.

She half swallowed/half spilled the creamy load. Then another guy came up to slap her face hard before fucking her mouth. Others laughed as they slapped her tits while she grunted and gurgled in agony.

Once more the band around her throat tightened until she could hardly breathe. Her body stiffened and shuddered as she sprayed her orgasm again. The guys all laughed, calling her a cunt and whore and a slut.

She took more cocks into her mouth, cum spilling off her lips to dribble onto her tits as she kept trying to breathe. The posts in her holes kept jolting her, making her shudder in orgasm. One last hard jolt sent her into oblivion as her throat closed off.

“What do we do with the slut?”  “Do we want to hang her, drown her or garrote her?” I think we should hang her. That way we can give this whore a flying fuck after she’s dead.”  “I agree. Let’s hang the slut!”

Was she awake? Was she dreaming? Miriam couldn’t tell. It all seemed so hazy.

She felt relief in her holes as she was lifted up out of the chair. She could no longer stand on her own two feet. She was sore all over, sore from her many cums and fucks.

She was carried back to the noose where it was looped around her throat. Then she gawked as she was taken up into the air. Her legs kicked a little as her hands fluttered at her sides.

She was too weak to struggle, too weak to put up a fight. And none of them came up to give her one last flying fuck. They punched her stomach and pushed her around, a couple of them even pissing on her.

Her legs kicked feebly as her hands tried to rise up to claw at the noose around her neck, only to fall uselessly to her sides. She shuddered as she pissed herself. Her toes wriggled as her legs tried to kick. Her arms hitched in vain as drool fell out of her mouth to splatter her cum-soaked tits. Then she quivered as her vision faded away until she wasn’t aware of anything anymore.

The guys all whooped and hollered, saying she had been the best snuff-whore of the three. Then they started coming up in pairs, wanting to give the corpse one last flying fuck. It was a memory they wanted to have, a story they wanted to share.

All twelve of them fucked her in pairs, giving her one last load of cream up her cunt and ass as many took pictures with their cell phones and iPhones. Jizz ran down her legs in rivulets. Her eyes were barely open, her tongue hanging out.

When they were done fucking her, they took her down from the noose. They forced her into a big, black trash bag before each one pissed into it. Then the secretary came back into the room.

She sucked each cock in turn, making them all hard one last time. When she got each one stiff enough, the man went over to the trash bag and spewed his load onto the corpse inside. Miriam got twelve last loads of jizz on her dead, naked body before they were done with her.

Several of the guys carried her toward the back where the kitchen was. They dumped the contents of their lunch into the sack with her, staining her with spaghetti and meatball sauce, sandwich fixings, and all sorts of vegetables. The rest of the trash was thrown in on top of her. Then the bag was sealed up.

Three of the men got dressed enough to haul her out back to the dumpster. They tossed her in, her bag landing on top of the other two women who’d been tossed inside from the past two days. Then they saw the garbage truck come around the corner.

They stood there and watched, smiling at the memories of the past three days. The truck thrust it’s “arms” into the dumpster it was facing. Then it lifted it up over the top before dumping the contents into the back.

The men smiled at the sight of three distinct, black trash bags tumbling into the back of the truck. Then they went back inside. It had been money well spent to come here and fuck three women before snuffing each one in turn.

2018 (written for Miriam from one of her ideas Apr 17 ’18 by riwa)

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Mother and daughter become meat 4.1 (15)

“You sent for me, mother? Who was that on the phone?”

“Mina, that was Faysal,” her mother Hadya answered gravely. “He is on his way even as we speak. I’m afraid there isn’t much time.”

“Time for what, mother? Why is Faysal coming to our house? I don’t understand.” But deep down Mina did understand, and it made her heart beat fast with anxiety.

“I have unsettling news. We are to prepare for the public square.” Hadya was quite subdued, almost in shock. Mina feared her mother might collapse at any moment.

Hadya abruptly settled into a nearby chair, looking as though the weight of the entire world had come upon her. She looked at her daughter for a long moment. Mina saw a single tear roll down her cheek.

She suddenly arose as though the moment had passed. Then Hadya began to remove her garments, having gathered herself. “He will be here soon, Mina. We must prepare. Remove your clothes.”

“Mother??”

Mina swallowed hard. Then she dutifully started to undress. She had always known her mother to be strong. But Hadya was also dutiful and submissive as was her lot in life. If this was required, there was no point in further argument.

Mina removed her garments until she was fully unclothed. Seeing her mother’s breasts and hairy crotch made her realize this was the first time she could remember seeing her mother’s nudity. She winced at a couple of bruises she saw father had left upon her body as a result of his occasional roughness and anger with her.

“Head lowered, Mina,” Hadya reminded her in a firm tone. Mina gulped and nodded. She felt her nipples harden at her mother’s gaze as she became moist down below, moist from fear and anxiety.

There was a knock on the door. Mina kept her head lowered as her mother went to answer it. She heard the voices as her eyes remained on the floor…

“Are you ready, Hadya?”

“We are ready, Faysal.”

“Very well. First I will conduct my inspection.”

Mina dutifully kept her head down as he approached. She was trembling when he brought her wrists behind her back and secured them together with a cord. She glanced up just enough to see her mother being similarly bound. Then she quickly bowed her head submissively.

Male hands groped and pawed her body, squeezing her mounds, rubbing her ass and feeling her up. But it did not feel sexual. Mina felt like she was being inspected, and it was all she could do not to squirm uncomfortably.

“She will bring a good price, Hadya,” Faysal observed. “You and your daughter will both fetch a good price.” Then Mina felt a collar being placed around her neck. A quick glance over showed her naked mother had already been similarly collared.

Hadya gave her a stern look. Mina quickly lowered her head again in submission. Then a leash was attached to her collar.

She gasped as she and her mother were pulled forward to the door. Surely they were not going out in public like this, were they?? Then they were pulled outside.

Mina felt the flush of shame and embarrassment as they made their way to the street. Her nipples hardened again as she became moist down below. But this time it was easy to keep her head down. She did not want to acknowledge the looks that were sure to come their way.

She glanced over to see her mother walking beside her, her nipples also erect. There was some small comfort in knowing they were sharing a similar humiliation. She also noted her mother’s strides were unwavering. If she could be strong despite their humiliation, Mina decided she would do likewise so as not to dishonor her.

She heard voices from many observers as they walked down the street – no, more like they were being paraded. She had witnessed this a couple of times previously with others being led to the public square. So she understood the reason for the public display. It was to alert the neighborhood.

She could hear the footsteps of the followers. There were male voices as some approached. She tried not to react as hands reached out to carefully grab or squeeze at her nudity.

She was trembling and feeling faint, her nipples hard and her pussy dripping shamefully. Next to her Hadya was taking it with grace and submission. It gave Mina the strength to compose herself and to try to walk with that same composure.

There were more voices… more hands. A quick glance over revealed her mother was also being touched and groped. She swallowed hard, fully understanding what was going to happen next.

Her mind tried to fathom what had happened. Had father submitted them for the auction? Had their family given them up? She could think of no other reason or purpose for this. But was any justification really necessary for a family member to be sent to the public square?

It was not as hard as before to walk behind Faysal. Mina deliberately matched his pace. She could not fathom how her beloved mother could handle such a shameful presentation. But she was bearing it as though she had taken this same path naked every day. Thus, Mina was determined to do likewise.

It was a long three kilometers to the public square. Mina suspected they were being taken down a path that would attract the most attention. It would mean more people would be alerted to participate in the auction when they arrived.

Hands continued to grope and fondle her breasts, arms, and ass, keeping her in a constant state of arousal and humiliation. She overheard male voices discussing amongst themselves their value. Mina shivered again with growing apprehension.

She was sure of it now. There could be no other explanation. They were definitely being taken to the public square to be sold.

Would they be bought by someone who wished to use them for his pleasure and the pleasure of his guests? Would they be sold into slave labor? Mina had no idea. It was then all her hopes and dreams of a future with a husband and family withered away like the grass under the scorching midday sun.

Mina kept her eyes squarely on Faysal’s footwear. Where he was leading them, she and her mother would dutifully follow. There was no other option.

She wanted to glance over at her mother, wanted to look up to see her face and those soft brown eyes for reassurance. But she dared not. Any non-submissive gesture on her part might sour the business transaction to come. And that might risk dishonoring her mother.

She heard more voices as the path hardened into cobblestone. It hurt her bare feet, but she bore it without complaint. After all, her mother had not uttered a sound of protest the entire time. She refused to bring her shame as a result of any discomfort she might have to endure.

They slowed as they approached the square. There was an elevated stone platform ahead. She matched her steps with her mother, the two of them carefully stepping up onto stone that had witnessed many auctions before.

Faysal stopped, and she almost ran into him with her quiet determination to follow. She caught herself just in time. She saw her mother standing quietly right next to her, and she vowed to respond in kind as she kept her head lowered.

Faysal called out to the crowd. Now it was confirmed they were being sold, to be bid upon like merchandise. She tried to tune out the voices as her heart rate quickened, her breathing becoming heavy and labored.

Next to her she saw her mother silent and poised. Again she tried to match her strength. Somehow she would get through this in order to make her mother proud.

She saw the lower half of bodies as men came forward. There was more touching and squeezing and inspecting. There were fingers down below as though inspecting her sex, and it made her tremble with shameful arousal. Were they to be sold as sex slaves?

The auction commenced and the bids went up. She gasped involuntarily as she trembled again. Keeping her head down meant she did not have to lock eyes with those who now looked upon her as mere property.

Faysal encouraged the bidding, explaining how valuable they were. Then a male voice made a loud bid. The others lapsed into silence. Was this new voice a man of some importance? Mina had to struggle not to look up to see who had made such a high offering.

There were no other bids. Mina sensed some were now walking away. Then Faysal announced the auction was over.

She glanced over at her mother, desperately wishing to make eye contact. Would it matter now? She let out a hesitant gasp and a whimper, only to hear her mother quietly chastise her… “Mina, be still.”

A new male stepped up onto the platform. Their leashes were handed over. “I will take them to Rakhshan for Husayn.”

“They are in your charge, Rifat.”

Mina stiffened in alarm as she and her mother were led down off the stone platform into the street. Wasn’t Rakhshan the town butcher? Why were they being taken to the butcher??

Her mind churned as she tried to process the possibilities. Was he to hold them until this Husayn arrived to claim his property? Was there some sort of transfer in order? The other option was one she dared not consider. The mere thought of it threatened to send her spiraling into a panic.

Mina kept her head down the entire time. She sensed they were being silently observed by those along the path to the meat shop. She felt the renewed heat of humiliation, although thankfully the pawing and groping had stopped.

They reached Rakhshan’s shop and were taken inside. They stood silent as though waiting for something… or someone. Mina risked a glance over at her mother to see she still had her head bowed, causing her to quickly do the same. It was still embarrassing, and she wished she could somehow make her erect nipples retract.

She heard Rifat call out for the butcher. A voice from the back instructed him to wait a moment. Mina kept still with her head bowed, her heart racing with fright as her mother patiently stood right next to her.

She heard footsteps. Then she heard Rifat tell Rakhshan, “They were purchased special by Husayn.”

“I cannot have them ready until tomorrow. I have one in back who must be prepared. Tell Husayn I can have them ready by tomorrow night.”

Mina did not see Rifat bow deferentially. But she did see him hand their leashes over. Rakhshan ordered “Come” as he tugged on their leashes.

They followed submissively into the back of his shop. They were walked over to a set of small metal cages. Mina saw a naked girl in one with dull, lifeless eyes. She swallowed hard, wondering how long she had been there.

Her wrists were freed as well as the wrists of her mother. The collars and leashes were removed. For a moment she felt human again. Then Rakhshan opened a couple of cages and motioned… “Enter.”

She looked up in alarm as her mother began to dutifully enter her assigned cage by crawling in backward. It was very small. Then the woman caught sight of her daughter looking at her.

“Mina. Obey.”

She jumped as though awakened from a horrible dream. With her heart beating fast she attempted to crawl on her hands and knees backward into her cage. Inside on the floor secured to the corner were a couple of small metal bowls.

When they were inside, Rakhshan closed the doors to both cages. There was no way to stick fingers through far enough to reach the latch to attempt an escape. Mina would not have tried in any event, still wanting to find a way to honor her mother through this incredibly difficult trial.

There was no need to keep her head lowered anymore. She watched as Rakhshan went over to a bucket. But when he brought it over, out of the corner of her eye she saw her mother bow her head. It made her do likewise.

Rakhshan poured water into their metal bowls. That’s when it dawned on her how thirsty she was. But there was no way to pick the bowl up in her hands.

She saw her mother bend forward and begin to lap like a dog. It was humiliating to watch. But she realized it would satisfy her thirst if she did likewise.

Mina stuck her face close and lapped the water. It was lukewarm, but it wet her parched throat. At least it tasted reasonably clean.

After slaking her thirst, there was nothing else to do. Mina carefully examined her surroundings. She saw a long table the butcher worked at as well as hooks in the ceiling of the shop from which a couple of pulleys with thick straps dangled. Clearly this was where he slaughtered and then prepared his meats.

She looked over at her mother, only to see her head lowered and her eyes closed. Was she praying? What could Allah do for them now?? Praying seemed pointless.

Rakhshan returned and began laying out his tools on the long table. He gathered a large bucket and placed it near the pulleys hanging from the ceiling. Then he came over to the cages.

Mina inhaled sharply, fearing the worst. Then she saw he was collecting the lone girl with the dull eyes. She looked to be about Mina’s age, with modest breasts and a head of black hair that stopped at her shoulders.

He opened the cage, reached in and forcefully grabbed for an arm. The girl allowed him to pull her out of the cage and stand her up. He had a small cord in his hands which he used to tie her arms behind her back. Then he led her over to the hooks.

He laid her out on the floor on her back with her legs under the pulleys. He lowered the straps until he could grab them and secure them around each ankle. Then he pulled on the ropes to both pulleys.

The girl gasped anxiously as she was slowly pulled upside down into the air by her ankles. Mina’s heart beat faster as she watched Rakhshan take her all the way up into the air. Her nipples hardened and she became moist again down below as she saw the young woman dangle a couple of feet off the ground, gently swaying back and forth. Then he set the bucket directly beneath her head.

Mina watched with growing anxiety and a perverse arousal as he went over to his table. He picked up what looked like a ceremonial knife and brought it over. That’s when he grabbed the young woman by her head.

At that moment the girl’s eyes flew open as though life had suddenly returned. Mina’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Then she watched as Rakhshan loudly declared “Bismillah!” before dragging the blade across the exposed throat.

The girl jerked at the pain of the cut. Then she started to gurgle, her naked body writhing around as blood pumped out of the wound in the severed neck. Mina shuddered from a flush of warmth inside her as she stared with eyes of horror. Rakhshan calmly walked the knife back to his table.

She watched in utter shock as the poor girl jerked and gurgled in the midst of her death throes. The flow of blood pumped out into the waiting bucket below. Eventually the body settled down until only an occasional muscle spasm indicated she had once been alive. The girl’s eyes were now dull and vacant.

Mina glanced over at her mother. The woman still had her head bowed and appeared to be praying. For all Mina knew, she hadn’t watched any of it… perhaps knowing in advance what was going to happen?

Mina wanted to scream… to cry out… to make some sort of sound to express the horror she felt. But she dared not, not if she wanted to risk dishonoring her mother. Somehow she managed to keep silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing.

Rakhshan walked over to the dangling corpse once the blood had mostly stopped flowing. He used the knife in his hand to remove the head, which by now exhibited an expression of lifeless pain and horror. He calmly took it over and set it on a display tray.

He came back and untied the wrists from behind the back, allowing the arms to dangle. Then he proceeded to sever the hands at the wrists. They joined the head on the tray.

The arms were severed at the shoulders. Mina was now witnessing a woman being butchered. And still her mother remained silent with her head bowed low.

Another bucket was brought over. Rakhshan took a knife and cut into the dead girl’s stomach. Out spilled her entrails as he dug inside to pull out all the organs.

Mina began to feel faint as she watched the entire process… faint and perversely aroused. The girl was gutted and then split in half, both parts dangling from their assigned pulleys. Then she was cut at the waist into quarters.

The quarters were separately taken over to the table where they were cut into smaller sizes. Mina felt another wave of dizziness mixed with a strange arousal. It made her dip her mouth into the bowl of water, hoping she could clear the bile that wanted to rise up in her throat.

All that afternoon Rakhshan quietly cut up the body of the girl he had butchered. When the legs came down, he severed the feet and put them on the tray with the hands and the head. He paid no attention whatsoever to his two remaining charges.

Mina looked over at her mother. She needed something from her now – a word, a glance… something! But her head was still bowed. She appeared to be praying the entire time.

Rakhshan brought the bucket of water over to make sure their bowls were filled. Then he brought over a partially filled sack. Something was poured through the wires into their empty bowls.

Mina assumed it was their evening meal. It reminded her of food one gave to a dog. But she was hungry, and she forced herself to stick her mouth into the bowl and eat.

The taste was not pleasant. But it eased her hunger. Then Rakhshan left the rear of the shop for the night, turning the lights out and plunging them into darkness.

All was quiet. Mina had a difficult time bearing the silence. In a trembling voice she finally called out, “Mother?”

“You must pray, Mina. There is nothing left for us now. You must pray.”

“Mother?”

“You must pray.”

“Allah does not hear us, mother! He cannot save us!”

“It is His will, child. You must be silent. You must pray.”

Mina lapsed into silence. This time it seemed her mother had no words of comfort. But after all, what could she say that might offer the least little reassurance? Their fate would still be the same.

She bowed her head and tried to pray. But the words would not come. She could not fathom a god who would allow them to be butchered in such a manner.

She looked over at her mother: so devout and so strong. Mina swallowed hard. There was nothing left to do now but strive not to dishonor her.

The cage was uncomfortable; it was not designed for sleep. But somehow Mina’s body found a way. Stress and exhaustion overcame her discomfort, allowing her to drift off.

Horrible nightmares awakened her, causing her to cry out. She turned to see her mother bowed low. Was she sleeping or praying? What did it matter? There was nothing else to do.

She drifted off to sleep again, only to awaken some time later to find the lights were on. It was morning, and Rakhshan was at his table preparing his instruments. The bucket had already been placed near the pulleys.

Mina inhaled sharply as she looked over at Hadya. She was still bowed low. Mina decided she would not challenge the faith of her mother at this moment in their lives.

And why should she; what would be the point? She did not want to shake her mother’s faith. Hadya’s faith was in Allah… and her faith was in her mother.

Rakhshan calmly walked over to the cages. Mina gasped in horror as a tear welled up in her eye. Then he opened her mother’s cage.

Hadya dutifully offered an arm which he accepted. She went willingly as he pulled her out and stood her up. Then he tied her arms behind her back with the cord he had brought along.

Mina’s heart beat fast as she watched in wide-eyed horror, her nipples hardening all over again in shameful arousal. Rakhshan led her naked mother over to the pulleys where he laid her out on her back. Then he lowered the straps attached to each pulley.

He wrapped each one around Hadya’s ankles. Then he pulled on the pulleys in unison. Mina’s mother was slowly taken upside down into the air and was left to gently swing back and forth.

Hadya’s brown hair hung down as her breasts sagged. There was a glisten of moisture in the hair of her crotch. Her nipples were exceedingly erect.

Mina stared in speechless horror as her arousal shamefully intensified. She wanted to cry out, to beg Rakhshan to spare her mother. But there was something in her mother’s eyes that prevented her from calling to her. Somehow she held her tongue.

Rakhshan placed a bucket directly underneath Hadya’s head. Then he went over to retrieve the ceremonial dagger. Mina’s breath caught in her throat as he calmly walked it over.

She saw her mother deliberately close her eyes as Rakhshan grabbed her head. She watched helplessly as he loudly declared “Bismillah!” Then he dragged the blade expertly across the exposed throat.

Her mother’s eyes flew open at the suddenly infliction of pain. Then her naked body started jerking about as blood flowed out of the wound into the bucket. It even looked like there might have been a little fluid expelled out of the hairy crotch.

Mina stared in shock, shuddering from a shameful warmth at the casual slaughter of her mother as her heart pound loudly in her chest. To this point it had all seemed so surreal. Now she was witnessing the death of her mother. Mina acknowledged she was now all alone in the world, alone to serve as witness as her mother’s life’s blood poured into the waiting bucket below.

Rakhshan returned the dagger to his table. He retrieved the other blade and brought it over. He waited until most of the blood had drained away. Then he began to calmly sever Hadya’s head from the rest of her body.

Mina went numb: numb with shock and numb with grief at the loss of her mother as the butcher cut into her so casually. Her eyes witnessed it all: the severing of the head, the freeing of the arms to dangle at the sides, the taking of the hands, the removal of the arms. Mina saw it all, but it was as though it did not register… could not register

She witnessed the gutting of her mother, the splitting of the body into halves, and then the quartering. Each section was taken over and sliced up into smaller parcels. Mina watched dully with a strange arousal until she no longer recognized her mother as anything but parcels of meat.

Rakhshan finished the process of butchering. Then the separate pieces were hauled away. The table was cleaned and the buckets taken out until no evidence of her mother remained. It was as though all traces of the woman had been wiped away.

Rakhshan returned to pour more water into her bowl. But Mina did not eat or drink. It was as though her ability to function had been taken from her.

She was left alone for a moment. But all Mina could do was stare at the location where her mother had died. Her mind simply could not process the information.

Rakhshan returned with a couple of nude women. They looked like they could have been sisters. Mina hardly registered their presence. But she did hear them gasp in alarm, each one crying softly.

She barely registered Rakhshan getting his table ready for the afternoon. The buckets were readied, the knives prepared. Then he came over to her cage.

She put up no resistance as he opened it up, reached inside and grabbed her arm. He pulled her out and secured her arms behind her back with a cord. Mina was too numb to react or resist.

He walked her over and laid her down on the ground on her back. The pulleys were lowered; the straps fitted around her ankles. Then she was slowly taken up into the air to gently swing back and forth.

At that moment something seemed to penetrate. Her nipples stiffened as her crotch once again grew moist. She felt a growing arousal that felt shameful yet welcome.

Her senses returned in time to see two frightened young woman in cages watching her with horrified expressions on their faces. She cracked the faintest hint of a smile of sadness that she could not help or comfort them. She wondered if they felt the same strange excitement she was now experiencing.

A hand grasped her head. She heard the word “Bismillah!” before she felt the blade cut across her throat. The pain registered as her eyes flew open in shock. Then her naked body flushed with a pleasurable warmth as she began to jerk around, her life bleeding out into the waiting bucket below.

The last thing she saw were the faces of those two horrified girls. But her last thought was the hope she had not dishonored her mother. Then the pain and humiliation mercifully faded away into nothingness…

© 2017 (written for Mina Oct 4 ’17 by riwa)

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Beach Blanket Beheading 4.3 (18)

My fate was sealed the day Mitch ordered that metal framed guillotine. I was dubious if the damned thing even worked. But he assembled it that evening, took the watermelon I was going to serve at our picnic the next day, and then chopped that sucker clean in half.

I jerked as the blade came down with a whoosh and bottomed out. I looked at him with a mixture of fear and desire. Then he reset the blade before grandly motioning for me to try it out.

“Is it safe?” I stammered.

“I locked it down,” he told me with a smile. “Or don’t you trust me.”

“I’m n-not sure.”

“Then don’t stick your head in there, Cheryl. Nobody’s making you do what you don’t want to do.”

I looked at the damned thing as a surge of incredibly erotic tingles hit me hard. I looked at Mitch and then I looked at it again. I was trembling as I finally got down on my hands and knees.

I removed the top of the lunette. Then I stuck my head through. You have no idea the terror that coursed through my body. Nor can I explain how utterly thrilling it was.

I pulled my head out gasping, “That’s more than enough.” Mitch just laughed at me. But I was so fucking horny that I took him right to bed and fucked him silly.

The next day I was in the guest room looking at the damned thing when he came in and startled me. “Want to put your head in it again, honey?” I told him I wasn’t sure.

He walked up to the frame and gave it a good shake. The blade remained locked in position. “It’s not coming down unless I set it to come down, Cheryl.”

I gave him a dubious look. Then I carefully stuck my arm through, only to jerk it back out. I still wasn’t sure I trusted him.

“Go ahead and give it a shake. The blade won’t come down.” But I was afraid of even touching the damned thing.

I hesitantly reached out and touched the cold, metal frame. The terror returned, along with a massive wetness down in my crotch. So I gave it a little shake before jerking my hand away.

Nothing. It was just as he’d said. “Let’s go on that picnic,” he laughed. “At least you won’t have to cut the watermelon in half now.” I just punched him in the shoulder.

After returning from our picnic, I wandered into that room again. I looked at the crazy contraption and felt a strange longing. It was as though the damned thing was calling to me.

Mitch came into the room and laughed at me. “Can’t resist, eh? Go ahead… stick your head through. It ain’t coming down unless I set it to come down.”

A little bolder now, I gave it a good shake. Then I removed the lunette and stuck my head through. I felt the return of that fear as well as an incredible surge of sexual arousal.

Everything inside me told me to get my head out of there. But my hands were glued to the floor as I knelt there on all fours. I couldn’t move as I stammered, “G-gawd; get me out of h-here!”

He laughed as he pulled me out. I was trembling like crazy. He just carried me to the bedroom where we fucked like rabbits.

I was distracted at work all next day, thinking about that damned guillotine. I was the first one home as Mitch must’ve still been in traffic. It gave me a chance to go into that room alone.

I gave the machine a shake, confirming the blade still seemed to be secured. Then I removed the lunette and stuck my head inside. The terror returned, but not nearly as strong.

My arousal was totally off the charts. I reached back, pulled my skirt away and rubbed my crotch through my panties. They were totally soaked. It was probably less than a minute before I had an orgasm while kneeling there.

I pulled my head out, gasping madly for breath. It had felt terrifying, yet incredible. What would it feel like if I was kneeling there nude??

I checked the clock and confirmed Mitch wouldn’t be home for a few more minutes. I had time to try it out by myself if I wanted. That’s when I stripped out of my clothes right then and there.

Once more I knelt with my head in the opening. This time I adjusted the lunette so it would come down on my neck. The moment I felt it touch my skin I had another incredible orgasm.

I lifted it up and pulled my head back out, gasping like crazy. I was totally soaked, making a mess on the floor. But those two orgasms in the midst of pure terror had felt unbelievable.

I composed myself before slowly putting my neck in the lunette once more. I brought it down on top of my neck, locking my head in place. Then I moaned as I reached back and fingered myself.

Hell, that cum didn’t take long either! Barely a minute passed before I was shuddering in orgasm. Then I felt a surge of panic as I came down off that high.

I lifted up the lunette and frantically pulled my head out before sitting on my ass. I looked up, half expecting the damned blade to plummet. But it didn’t move an inch.

At that moment I heard Mitch walk in the door. I gasped for breath, my heart racing. I didn’t want him to see me like this!

It was too late to get dressed. I heard him calling my name before he came back to look in the room. “Damn, Cheryl,” he laughed. “Did you stick your head in the lunette without your clothes on?”

“What do you think?” I shot back sarcastically while panting wildly for breath.

I watched incredulously as he started to undress. “What the hell are you doing, Mitch??” He just laughed as he removed all his clothes, revealing a cock that was starting to harden.

He grabbed me and forced me over to the guillotine. “Wait; what are you doing??” That’s when I really started hyperventilating.

He stuck my head through and then brought the lunette down. I tried to force it back up, but he must have latched it in place. I was stuck there on my hands and knees, trembling like crazy while unable to get my breath back.

A surge of erotic terror flushed warmly through my body. Then he pushed his cock into my pussy. “Does the condemned have a last request?” he asked as he started fucking me.

“Mitch… MITCH… OHMYFUCKINGGAWD!”

I was terrified. I was also aroused like you wouldn’t believe. He didn’t fuck me more than a couple minutes before I screamed his name in orgasm, shuddering hard while clenching like crazy.

He fucked me nice and slow as I panted for breath. I gasped, “Mitch, get me out of here!”

“Not yet,” he laughed as he pulled out.

I felt him push his cock against my sphincter. I cried out, “Fuck; NO; not my ass??” But I was used to taking it up my shithole, and my butt naturally unclenched for him.

“The condemned always get it up the ass before they lose their heads,” he said with a laugh. I started crying out, thinking this time I was going to lose my head for sure. Then he reached under to finger my button.

I screamed as I clenched from one hell of an O. A moment later I felt him empty himself deep in my rectum. I shuddered hard at the sensation of his hot seed until I went all dizzy and disoriented.

I was still in a daze when he released me from the lunette. I collapsed in a heap on the floor, panting like crazy. He just smiled, picked me up, and then carried me off to the bedroom where we fucked all over again.

After that, we started fucking with me in the guillotine more often. Sometimes he made me suck his cock before he fucked me from behind. A couple times he tied my wrists behind my back. I usually came so incredibly hard. Hell, one time I thought I was going to pass out.

A couple weeks later we packed up the guillotine and went for a drive. We drove out into the desert and took a side road to a set of ruts we followed. A couple miles later, we ended up at a small clearing with a set of trees.

We spread out a blanket for a picnic. Then he pulled out the guillotine and set it up. That’s when I got the shivers something fierce.

I was stripped naked, my hands cuffed behind my back. Then I was forced onto my knees. My head was shoved through the lunette and locked in.

“Any last words?” he asked as that familiar sensation of terror flooded through my body. Was he going to behead me and then bury me out here where no one would ever find me??

Before I could answer he shoved his cock down my throat. He fucked my mouth hard, pulling out and leaving me gasping for breath before he went around back. Then he poked my ass with his cock, fucking me until I howled my orgasm to the heavens as he left a deposit deep up my rectum.

I was limp as a rag doll when he pulled me out of the guillotine. He stuck a head of lettuce in the opening before dropping the blade, making me jump as it sliced it clean in half. “Justice is served!” he announced grandly. Then we fucked on the blanket until it was time to go home.

After that we began taking drives to different locations where he would set up the guillotine for me. Every time he put me in it, it scared the shit out of me thinking this was the time he was going to behead me. And every time I had one hell of an O before we continued our fucking on the ground or in the back of the car.

Once we drove up into the mountains. We followed a trail that dead-ended halfway up a particular ridge. It left us with quite a view of the valley.

He set up the guillotine before granting me a last meal of crackers and cheese. Then he stripped me naked. He cuffed my hands behind my back before marching me over to the guillotine.

I was so scared I had tears in my eyes. I was shaking like a leaf as he made me kneel, sticking my head through the opening. He brought the lunette down and secured it, leaving me trembling and whimpering like crazy.

I gave the executioner his usual tip, sucking his cock as he stood in front of me. Then he hooked a rope up to the blade. “Open your mouth!” he demanded.

I did it without even thinking. “Now bite down and don’t let go.” Again, I did as I was asked. It felt like I had the weight of the blade between my teeth.

“Don’t let go, Cheryl, or you’ll lose your head.” That’s when I cried out in terror as he disappeared. I was left there all alone, a breeze caressing me as I writhed and whimpered while biting down on that rope. My pussy was dripping like crazy.

I screamed his name through the rope in my mouth. Then I felt his fingers rubbing between my legs. He found my button and fingered me while I was filled with terror as well as an insane arousal.

He slowly pushed into my cunt and then started thrusting. It was nice and slow; he was taking his sweet, fucking time. I was filled with such terror mixed with an insane arousal like you wouldn’t believe.

He fucked me for a good five minutes like that. Somehow I managed to hold my orgasm back. I’d gotten better at lasting in the guillotine. Now my life depended on it as I usually opened my mouth and screamed his name whenever I came hard.

He slowly pulled out, leaving me panting for breath through my nose. I thought I was going to lose the rope for sure, and I clamped down even harder with my teeth. Then I felt him push his cock into my ass.

Gawd; no! I felt so slutty being fucked up my shithole that those orgasms were usually the most intense. I was never going to be able to hold onto the rope if I came.

He fucked me for another five minutes. I writhed and whimpered, wincing like hell to hold it back. I was on fire with fear as well as a terrible arousal.

He came around without cumming in my ass. I felt him take the rope from my teeth, although I had to force myself to open my jaws. Then he jammed his cock down my throat and gave me such a load that I almost choked on it.

When he let me out of the guillotine I was weak as water. He cuddled with me before stretching me out on the ground and making love to me. In no time at all I was orgasming up a storm.

The rope between my teeth became a part of our play. It seemed like I was just getting comfortable before he would add something else to renew the terror. And the rope in my mouth certainly accomplished that.

One night I fixed a meal I wasn’t particularly proud of. After doing the dishes, he came in and said he’d had enough of my “piss-poor meals”. He told me he was going to put my head in a jar and keep it in the bedroom to show his next conquest.

He tore the clothes off my body before cuffing my hands behind my back. Then he marched me into the guest room. I was forced to kneel until he locked my head in the lunette. Then the rope came down between my teeth.

He left me like that for what felt like hours, although it only turned out to be fifteen minutes. When he came in naked after a shower he acted surprised I was still alive. So I got his cock up my ass.

He fucked me good and hard until I felt his hot seed inside me. That’s when I lost the rope as I screamed. Then I passed out.

When I awakened I was lying on the floor out of the lunette. “What happened?” I stammered as I tried to compose myself. He tugged on the rope before letting go, revealing the blade had been locked in place the entire time.

“You bastard!”

“How hard did you cum, Cheryl?”

“I came so fucking hard that I… you BASTARD!” He just laughed as he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom where we fucked ourselves senseless.

Once more the terror began to ease for me as we played our wicked games. The rope would often get placed between my teeth. But now I always wondered if the blade was locked in place, although I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk finding out.

I guess I liked the idea of holding my life between my pearly whites. I even told him so after one particularly erotic session. “Well, maybe you’d better not risk it, Cheryl,” he told me with a smile. “Lately I’ve been experimenting with setting the blade free whenever the rope’s been in your mouth. You once said you liked that idea. A couple times there I thought I was going to lose you.”

I blanched as I felt an erotic tremor ripple through me. Was he kidding me?? Had he really been testing me?? Looking back, it sure seemed like a couple of times it felt like I truly had the weight of the blade straining in my teeth.

We’d run out of different places out in the countryside to play our game. I finally suggested we go to the beach. We could set it up in the surf. That would certainly add to the drama, especially if I had the rope between my teeth again.

We set up some vacation time together and drove to the coast for a couple of days. We searched around for a nice, quiet spot on a lonely stretch of beach. We finally found what we were looking for.

We drove down a rutted road to this spot where the waves came in pretty dramatically. It gave me a thrill thinking I could lose my head in the sand. I laughed as I told Mitch he could always let the tide carry my head and corpse away.

We set up out on the edge of the water. We decided we wouldn’t tie me up since we wanted me to be on all fours to make the guillotine more secure. Just fucking with the rope between my teeth would be more than enough of a thrill.

I felt that familiar fear and terror as the water started coming in. Mitch calmly asked, “Do you want the weight of the blade this time or not?”

“Give it to me!” I declared. I was so fucking horny that I couldn’t think straight.

He started out by fucking my mouth first. I thrilled at giving him head, wondering if this was going to be the time I was also going to “give him head”. Then a cold wave came in, making me cry out with his cock down my throat.

He pulled out before looking at me dubiously. “Are you sure you want the rope, Cheryl?”

“Just give it to me! You know what to do! If I lose my head, I want you to fuck my skull and body before you say goodbye.”

I laughed nervously as he situated the rope between my teeth. I felt another erotic thrill shiver through me. Then the terror began to rise up within me once more.

He started fucking my cunt as the waves came in. The water was cold and my teeth started to chatter. That’s when I realized I hadn’t thought it all the way through.

I clamped down tighter with my mouth as he thrust in and out of my pussy. The thrill and the terror intensified. That’s when I really started to get scared.

I began trying to get his attention, telling him the rope was getting hard to hold onto. Moisture was accumulating; I could feel it slipping a little.

I tried to scream out, “MITCH – MITCH; I’M LOSING IT!” But I think he just thought I was cumming. The waves were too loud; he couldn’t hear what I was trying to say through that rope in my mouth.

My hands slipped in the sand as the water washed all around us. I felt myself starting to lose my position as well as my grip on the rope. I let out one last scream of “MIIIIIIIIIITCH!” Then it was gone from my mouth as a sharp pain came down on my neck…

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Epilogue: Mitch couldn’t hear his wife trying to get his attention. Her body reacted as though she was enjoying the fuck. It was only when he felt her cunt clench tightly around his cock that he looked up and saw blood spurting up from his wife’s severed neck as she reflexively rose up on her knees.

It shocked him as his cock went off up her pussy. Her head rolled in the tide from the waves as he crawled over to pick it up. She had a shocked look on her face.

He felt an intense sadness. But he figured she would want him to enjoy her body a few minutes longer. So he stuck his cock in her mouth.

For a moment he thought he saw her eyes twitch as though she could feel him between her lips. Then her expression sagged tiredly. That’s when he knew she was gone.

He fucked her skull in both ends before fucking her ass. The tide came in halfway up his knees as he propped her up and fucked her. He finally pumped a smaller load into her rectum. Then he pulled out.

He lifted up her head and kissed her dead lips. Then he grabbed an arm with one hand as he carried her head by a handful of hair in the other. He carried her out to sea, swimming in water that dropped away some 20 feet below before letting go.

He stuck his head underwater and saw the tide taking her corpse further and further out. He kissed her lips one last time before letting go of the head. It started to sink to the bottom, the tide carrying it out into deeper water.

He turned and swam back to shore, half-tempted to drown himself. But he knew she wouldn’t want that. She would want him to go on, perhaps finding another crazy bitch to play the game.

He looked at the guillotine for a long moment before dismantling it. He was half tempted to haul it out to sea as well. But he knew Cheryl would want him to get some more use out of it. So he carried it back to the car before packing up all their belongings and driving away.

2018 (written Apr 6 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the manip I found on the Internet)

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