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Posted on December 27, 2017 by riwa

Coming January rewards

The second chapter to the Jamie Club story.

The second chapter to the Island story.

Chapter seven of First-timer.

Chapter four of Water Babies.

2-3 shorts including more from the A-Z consensual asphyxia/drowning series.

2-3 stories being prepared or re-edited for the library.

(And of course, any other bonus story I might feel the urge to upload.)

November stories/rewards will fall off at the end of December to make room for January rewards.

I hope you have a Happy New Year and that your Christmas was enjoyable. Thanks for being my patrons. See you in 2018.

I’m also looking at opening up Riwas Reads again in 2018. So keep checking back for updates.

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The Slut before Christmas 3.4 (5)

Posted on December 24, 2017 by riwa

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring except my slut spouse.

She’d crept down the stairs by our chimney with care

In hopes that her paramour soon would be there.

 

We both had no children. Twas just her and I.

I thought we were happy. But that was a lie.

A sound woke me up and I reached for my bride.

But I felt an emptiness there at my side.

 

I got out of bed and I looked all around

Wondering where my slut wife could be found.

I searched high and low but I heard not a peep

Maybe she’d gone back to bed for some sleep.

 

Back to our bedroom, but that’s when I heard

A sound from below. I spoke not a word.

I went down the hall and I reached for the stair

Surely she had to be down there somewhere.

 

I went down the steps… and what did I see?

My horny slut wife with our neighbor McPhee!

She was flat on the floor. He was pounding her hard

While a blanket of snow settled down on our yard.

 

I could not believe it; I stood there in shock

Watching that slut getting fucked by his cock.

She seemed to enjoy it; she cried out his name.

I wanted to stop her adulterous game.

 

I crept to the kitchen and got me a knife

Thinking of ending that whore-bitch’s life.

A slit throat would do it; first her and then him.

My sanity started to sputter and dim.

 

I calmly walked in. They were there by the tree

Gasping and moaning – my wife and McPhee.

“Who’s going first?” I asked, hefting the blade.

“Who wants to die on my floor getting laid?”

 

They both gasped in shock at my unbridled passion.

I swear McPhee’s face had turned totally ashen.

He got to his feet so incredibly quick

My wife’s cream was still dripping fresh off his dick.

 

He snatched up his clothes and he raced for the door

Telling me this would not happen no more.

“Get the hell out; don’t you ever come back

Or I’ll slit your damn throat, you big wife-stealing hack!”

 

My fury then shifted. I turned to my wife.

My hand was clenched tight to the long kitchen knife.

The look on her face told me she was afraid of

What I might do next, standing there with the blade.

 

She patted the floor, perhaps hoping for luck.

Then she said, “Come down, honey! Let’s have us a fuck.

It was only this once, and ‘twas only McPhee.

It’s Christmas Eve, honey. Come down and fuck me!”

 

I’ll admit I was hard, and I don’t know the reason.

Perhaps I was gracious because of the season.

She grabbed on my robe and she pulled me down to her.

I saw in a flash she was hoping I’d do her.

 

She opened my robe and grabbed onto my dick

Where she started to suck, hoping that was the trick.

She hoped by her actions that she would get laid

And would thus put off feeling the wrath of my blade.

 

The slut’s got a mouth, I must give her that much.

And she’s got such a way with her hands and her touch.

I was soon giving in as I gave her my cock.

She took it right in and we started to rock.

 

She moaned and she whimpered. My wife’s such a whore.

She’s wrapped me around her small finger before.

I fucked the bitch hard and I fucked the bitch rough

While she acted like it wasn’t nearly enough.

 

And that’s when it hit me, right there on the floor.

How many men had come in through our door

To fuck this great slut? I flew into a rage.

My passions were churning despite my old age.

 

She moaned the wrong name and that clinched it for me.

Twas clear she’d fucked more than our neighbor McPhee.

I brought the knife down and I made an incision

Deep down in her gut, an emphatic decision.

 

She let out a scream; her eyes flew open wide.

But her whoring ways I could no longer abide.

I stabbed her again just below both her tits.

My wife started jerking in spasmodic fits.

 

I brought the knife down from her boobs to her snatch.

A cuckolded husband, no fury could match.

In anger I reached in and pulled out her guts.

She couldn’t believe it; she thought I was nuts.

 

I no longer wanted to fuck her sweet muff.

That wet, clenching pussy was now not enough.

I pulled my cock out and pushed into her wound.

She let out a cry and then frightfully swooned.

 

Her guts rubbed my dick giving pleasure and joy.

She was nothing to me ‘cept a dying fuck-toy.

I fucked her entrails as they rubbed on my dick

Till I saw an observer, that old elf St Nick!

 

I started to stammer. He told me to smile.

“I’ve known of your slut and her ways for a while.

I’ve come to assist you; it’s Christmas, you see.

I’ve already slaughtered your neighbor McPhee.”

 

He knelt on the floor and he pulled out his cock.

Then he fucked my wife’s guts, giving her double-shock.

We fucked her together, him there at my side.

My wife just kept cumming until the slut died.

 

But that didn’t stop us. We fucked her some more.

We creamed my wife’s corpse lying there on the floor.

He fucked her skull hard while I did her slut twat!

St Nick made our work so incredibly hot.

 

We spread our cream all over her twitching form.

I checked to confirm she was still a bit warm.

“What of her corpse? Can we hide it this day?”

He told me he’d haul it away on his sleigh.

 

He knew of a zoo with some lions and bears.

He’d drop it off there, to allay all my fears.

They needed a present, a nice Christmas treat.

My slut’s cooling corpse would supply them with meat.

 

I arose from the floor with my anger abated,

Knowing the dead slut and I were unmated.

I thanked him profusely for all his hard work.

I started to go but then turned with a jerk.

 

Santa was gone like a thief in the night.

The corpse was gone too, not a blood speck in sight!

Twas like nothing had happened. The floor was all clean!

I stood there in wonder; no blood could be seen.

 

I went to the stairs and then up to my room.

My heart lifted higher without any gloom.

The slut was dispatched, I need worry no more

About any new men who might frequent my door.

 

I passed through the door and my eyes opened wide.

A new naked beauty was waiting inside.

How had she got there? I sure didn’t know!

Outside it was cold with a foot of fresh snow!

 

She was lying in bed and she said with a smile,

“I’m your present from Santa. I’m here for a while.

I’m tonight’s gift and I’d sure like to fuck.”

I couldn’t believe my incredible luck.

 

We spent the whole night fucking every which way

‘Til I woke up alone on a great Christmas day.

I woke up refreshed, like a man full of joy and

I softly thanked Santa for his sexy toy.

(Nov 28 ’17)

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Corrupting the elves 3 (3)

Posted on December 18, 2017 by riwa

(A bonus story with another elf theme.)

Janae was an incurable flirt. What’s more, she loved sex. And she loved having it in different places with different individuals.

She liked wearing latex as often as she could. It rubbed against her skin and added to her arousal. And much of the latex she wore was see-through.

As the Christmas season approached, she began considering what it would be like to get it on with an elf. She wondered how big they grew their penises and what kind of sex they were capable of having. So she sent a letter to the North Pole telling Santa she was available and was willing to do anything (so long as it meant coming in contact with a few elves).

One night she went to sleep in her latex red suit and Christmas hat, rubbing herself and getting herself off while imagining what she might do with an elf or two. The next morning her bedroom looked different. She was not in her bed, and there were elves standing around her looking curiously at her.

Janae felt a certain excitement. Was she dreaming? Was this the opportunity she had hoped for? So she asked the elves what she could do for them.

They told her they’d been working long, hard hours and needed a break… a recharge, so to speak. They kept staring at her red latex outfit. Janae felt her nipples harden at all the attention she was being given.

She got up and followed them out, offering to help them in any way she could. On the way she passed by a glass door. Behind it she detected a strong chlorine smell.

“You have a pool??” she gasped in amazement.

“It helps us keep in shape for the long days working the assembly lines,” one of the elves told her.

“I’m really good in the water!” she told them excitedly. “Why don’t you have the elves who need a break watch me swim?”

Two of the elves led her into the pool area. She didn’t even bother to disrobe. She jumped into the pool in her red latex outfit, enjoying the double sensation of being encased in latex while holding her breath underwater.

Janae swam around, holding her breath and releasing bubbles. When she surfaced she saw more elves had arrived. These elves looked mature, perhaps the older ones who got tired quicker.

She smiled at them as she swam back and forth, gyrating underwater while holding her breath. It felt really good; she could feel an orgasm coming on strong. Performing in front of all these elves was a real turn-on!

She reached under her red outfit and began playing with herself. It swelled until she cried out in bubbly orgasm at the bottom of the pool. Then she surfaced, panting quietly for breath.

Several elves had changed into red swimming suits. And many of them were sporting erections under those suits. It looked to Janae like some of those elves were endowed quite nicely!

She smiled coyly at them, asking if anyone wanted to join her for a swim. She said it might help relieve the tensions of a hard day of work. And she also gave the indication she might be willing to help “relieve” some of the other tensions as well.

Three of them eagerly jumped into the water with her. Janae swam around with them, diving to the bottom as they tried to chase after her. She wanted to make them work for it a little.

When they caught up to her, she allowed her hands to playfully rub those bulges through their swim suits. If anything it made their erections harder underneath. Janae felt herself becoming giddy with sexual arousal.

One elf pulled his suit all the way down off his legs. Janae took advantage of the situation to grab his cock and stroke it. The second elf did the same along with the third one until all three were naked. Janae happily took turns groping and stroking them while remaining underwater holding her breath.

She surfaced to refill her lungs. Then she went down with a cock in each hand. She stroked them both as the third shoved his dick between her lips.

Janae was in heaven…well, if heaven looked anything like a side room at the North Pole. The cocks pulsed in her hands and mouth as she enjoyed all the attention she was receiving. It wasn’t long before the one went off between her lips as she stroked cums out of the other two.

More elves jumped into the water to join her. Soon she was working on holding her breath for three minutes at a time, trying to stroke elf-cocks into releasing their loads while sucking on others in her mouth.

Janae wasn’t sure how many she serviced. She even felt a couple of naughty elves lift her robe from behind and fuck her underwater in the pool. It wasn’t long until she began experiencing one orgasm after another.

She was at the bottom of the pool with four elves when a sudden cry went up. Quick as a flash, the elves left her, scooped up their suits and got out of the pool. Janae surfaced, only to see an old man in a flowing white beard and large stomach looking at her. He was scowling.

“Santa?” she responded nervously.

“You’ve been corrupting my elves, you naught girl. It’s time I take you away from all this.”

“I’m sorry. They said they worked so hard and needed a break. I was only trying to help.”

“I’m sure you were.”

Janae felt guilty at Santa’s displeasure. She climbed out of the water and dried herself off. “Let’s go,” he told her.

She followed him out to a small barn, still wearing her latex suit and cap. His sleigh was already hitched up to one of the reindeer. He bid her to climb aboard before he got in and sat beside her.

The barn opened and he used the reins to get the reindeer moving. Out they went into the darkening sky. Within moments they were off the ground.

Santa didn’t say a word to her. He was not in his red suit and she was not used to seeing him dressed so casual. She was also concerned over the way he seemed so cross.

She noticed how they flew low over the ground, avoiding any type of civilized locations where they might be seen. It wasn’t long before they were out over water, the sun low in the sky. Janae didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt cold… as though a dark shadow had suddenly engulfed her.

“You’ve been very naughty, this year,” he told her wearily.

“I’m sorry, Santa. I guess I just can’t help myself.”

“You corrupted my elves.”

“It was only a little harmless fun. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I’m afraid this time that attitude just won’t do.”

“Santa, I really think you should learn to lighten up a little – aauugghh!”

Janae looked down in horror to see her bare feet were now encased in a metal bucket of cement. It hadn’t been like that a second ago! When she looked down at the water below she felt an erotic terror she had never felt before.

“No coal in your stocking this year, you naughty girl. You crossed the line corrupting my elves. I think this time we’re going to do something a little different.”

“Santa NO!” A moment later the sleigh had come to a stop and was somehow hovering just a few feet above the surface of the water.

“No, Santa! I promise; I’ll be good!” Then to her horror she found herself standing in the bucket near the edge of the sleigh.

“Santa, they needed the break!”

“No, you just wanted to see what it would be like playing with the cocks of all those elves.” And then he stuck a booted foot in her back and pushed her out.

Janae let out a cry as she tumbled downward. Then she gulped down a huge breath right before she hit the water. The bucket took her straight down.

She bottomed out thirty feet below the surface. She looked up to see the shadow of the sleigh above. Then it took off, leaving her to drown all alone.

Janae felt an erotic jolt as she tried to pull her feet out of the bucket. But she couldn’t move them at all; hell, she couldn’t even wriggle her toes! Santa had really dropped her off out here to drown!

She felt her lungs start to heave as she thought about all those cocks back at the North Pole. Had it been worth it? Janae wasn’t sure. Now she would never swim again, now would she get to play with a cock or get to enjoy her fetish of tight latex. At least Santa had been merciful enough to allow things to come to an end in the water.

Her breasts bounced as her chest heaved. She struggled to hold her breath a few seconds longer. Then the air burst out of her mouth as she exhaled.

Instinctively she tried to take in a breath. It triggered a gag reflex, and she swallowed water. Then she started hitching and jerking as she began to drown.

Janae felt a massive orgasm approaching as she continued to gulp water. She tried waving up at the surface as though she might somehow be able to reach it. She lost a huge burst of bubbles as the last of her air left her flooding lungs. Then she stared in horror, shocked she was drowning at the bottom of the sea.

She was aware of the pleasure of orgasming as consciousness began to fade. Was this a dream? Please let this be a dream! Janae’s last thoughts were the sincere hope she’d imagined it all and would soon be waking up as everything went black…

© 2017 (written for Skip and Janet Nov 29 ’17 by riwa)

(Pictures used with Skip’s permission for illustration purposes only.)

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Teri and the Elves 3.7 (3)

Posted on December 18, 2017 by riwa

Teri and the Elves

Teri was doing her Christmas shopping at the mall when she passed by the big Christmas display. Elves were busy putting up decorations… or at least they looked like elves. They weren’t very big, but they sure looked cute.

A couple of them were passing out cards for Santa’s hours for the kiddies. One smiled as he put one in Teri’s hand. “I’m betting Santa would like to see you,” he told her.

“Oh, I don’t have any kids,” Teri replied with a smile, handing it back.

“I wasn’t thinking about the kids. I was thinking Santa would like to see you.”

“Oh really? What would he like to see?”

“I think he’d like to find out if you’re naughty or nice.”

“Oh, I can be very naughty.”

“Is that so? Santa might be interested. How’d you like to become an elf?”

“What are the benefits?”

“Oh, I think Santa could put much more than coal in your stocking, if you know what I mean.”

“That sounds like it might be fun.”

“You know, before you meet Santa you’ll have to pass through a rigorous screening process in order to become an elf.”

“Screening process?”

“Oh yes. You see me and the guys would have to inspect every inch of you to make sure you would be appropriate to display before Santa.”

“Inspect? Display?”

“Of course, honey. Elves have needs too, you know. I’d just love to bury my face into those tits of yours.”

“Why you fucking pervert! I should report you to Santa right now!”

“Why; what’s the problem? I thought you were a slut! You sure were acting like a slut.”

“I sure as hell wasn’t!”

“What? You mean you wouldn’t want to find out what it’s like to be fucked by an elf before you move on to the main event?”

“You asshole!” and she slapped him hard. It caught him by surprise, making him take a tumble onto the floor.

He angrily got to his feet and faced her… well, he faced her stomach. He had to look up into her eyes while trying to dampen his fury. “I’ll tell you what, you stupid bitch. It’s the Christmas season. And since it’s the Christmas season I’ll graciously accept your apology.”

“Get the hell out of my face, shorty, or I’ll give you a swift kick right up your apology!” Then she turned and left in a huff.

The elf watched her go as he was filled with a burning anger. “That was a stupid thing to do, bitch,” he muttered as she walked away. “Don’t you know Santa knows where you live? And what Santa knows, I know as well…”

—

Back at her house, the incident with the elf was forgotten as Teri finished decorating her tree. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Not bad for handling everything all by herself!

She fixed herself a cup of hot cocoa as she looked at the tree with the lights blinking. It had taken the better part of the afternoon as well as most of the evening. She prided herself on her attention to detail. Now it was paying off.

She looked out through a window at the snow beginning to fall. It filled her with the Christmas spirit. Then her mind wandered back to the incident at the mall with the elf.

She shook her head, chuckling to herself. That perverted bastard. She doubted he had anything big enough to satisfy her in the bedroom.

She heard a thump from somewhere up above. She frowned as she looked upward, listening intently. Then she heard more thumps.

What the hell?? It sounded like someone was up on her roof! Who the hell would be up there while it was snowing like this??

She stood up at the sound of another thump from above. It made her look at the fire she had going in the fireplace. The tree was in the opposite corner so as not to create any kind of fire hazard, especially since she liked a nice, warm fire in the evenings.

With a WHOOMP the fire went completely out. Teri stared at it in shock. That’s when a small bundle tumbled down through the chimney into her room. It was followed by another and another until there were six green velvet bundles.

The fire suddenly came back on with a WHOOMP as though it had never gone out. She stared at it in alarm. Then the bundles morphed into six small… WHAT THE HELL??

Teri stared at the elf she’d pissed off earlier that day. “How the hell did you do that?? What are you doing here?? Get the hell out of my living room! Get out – get out!”

“Not until we teach you a lesson, bitch!” And with that they charged her.

Teri let out a shriek, wondering if she was having a bad dream. She was quickly brought back to reality when they grabbed onto her legs as though trying to pull down a large tree. She beat them off until they started pummeling her.

They grabbed her arms as a couple of punches to the stomach bent her over. Then they had her down on the floor. That’s when they started dragging her to her back bedroom.

She let out another scream until one sat on her face, muffling her cries. The others grabbed her arms and legs so she couldn’t put up a fight. Then she was dragged into her bedroom.

She let out another muffled cry as they started stripping her out of her clothes. “Inspection for Santa, bitch! Right now you’ve been very naughty!”

The covers were pulled off the bed as she continued to struggle to avoid being fully disrobed. But there were too many of them. Teri didn’t know whether to be frightened or indignant, especially at their size.

She worked her arms free as they hauled her up onto the bed naked. She screamed as one of them jumped her face, stuffing her panties into her mouth. A couple of hard punches into her gut quieted her down.

They grabbed her arms and stretched them out to the upper corners of her bed. To her horror she discovered they had some sort of red and green striped rope they were using to tie her wrists off to the corners. She shook her head as she humped and twisted, trying to kick at them with her legs.

She got another couple of punches in the gut before the elves grabbed her ankles and spread them wide. More of that Christmas colored rope was used to tie her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. Now she was immobile, naked, spread-eagled, and trembling with fear.

Each one climbed onto her naked body, smacked her exposed tits hard, and then slapped her face. The elf she recognized went last. “This is for how you treated me, bitch!” he said as he slapped her face hard.

“She doesn’t think our cocks are that big!” one of the others stated. Teri looked at him in alarm. How the hell had he learned that? Were they somehow eavesdropping on her thoughts? But that was impossible!

“I guess we’ll show her,” the one sitting on her chest declared as he began undressing.

Teri looked at how small his cock seemed to be. Then he put it between her tits and started to fuck her. To her shock it started to grow and harden until it became incredibly large for his size.

He roughly fucked her tits hard, telling her he’d imagined doing this to her back at the mall. Teri cried out indignantly. Then she felt something happening down below… as though one of the bastards was playing with her ass!

She let out a cry as something pushed its way inside. Then she felt a burning. Her eyes widened as she let out a muffled cry of horror.

“First one went right in, Kubek!”

“Give her more, Tory! This bitch is going to feel our wrath tonight.” Then he smiled at her as he continued fucking her tits.

“Feel that back there, bitch? That’s a special version of one of our cinnamon candy canes. They burn when they go into the back door.” Then she screamed as she felt another one push its way inside.

His cock dripped as he brutally fucked her tits. She screamed as a third candy cane penetrated her ass. That’s when his cock went off, his cream arcing up and then coming down onto her face.

“Ok, Regnor; you’re next. I got her tits ready for you!” And with that he climbed off, only to be replaced by another one.

Another dick was put between her tits to fuck her breasts. The cock grew until it was almost the size of the previous one. Teri couldn’t believe it!

A fourth candy cane was inserted, causing her to cry out. Her ass started clenching from the pain. Then she felt a small hand push its way into her pussy, fisting her and making her cry out.

“She’s wet as hell, Bornak! I think she’s ready for your cock!” It was the voice of that bastard Kubek.

It felt like someone climbed off the back of the bed, only for another to climb on to take his place. That’s when Teri felt a cock push its way inside her wet cunt. It swelled to a remarkable size until she felt a pressure from it as well as the candy canes forced into her other hole.

She cried out as her tits and cunt were raped. The cock between her mounds went off, spraying more cum onto her face and upper chest. Then he climbed off, only for another one to climb on and take his place.

Another cock swelled between her breasts as she was titty-fucked again. The one in back let out a cry of enthusiasm as a load of hot cream filled her. Then he pulled out, only for another to climb on and shove his hardening dick into her wet opening.

Teri cried and sobbed as they fucked and abused her. She got another candy cane shoved up her butt… and then another. It burned like fire, her pussy furiously clenching around each cock that entered her pussy until she milked a cum out of each and every one.

It was the fourth cock going off in her pussy that triggered a shameful orgasm. Teri stopped struggling all together. Besides, there was no point in resisting. The pleasure was humiliating, but at least she could tolerate her abuse better so long as she could get some small enjoyment out of it.

A couple more candy canes were shoved up her ass. It made it hurt so good the way it caused her pussy to milk the cock fucking her. It wasn’t long before Terrie was screaming from the orgasms.

Her abuse finally came to an end, but not until all the bastards had come on her face, tits and in her pussy several times. She had no idea how they managed it. Then they untied her from the bed.

She weakly begged them to remove the candy canes from her butt. They refused, perhaps because they didn’t understand her through the panties in her mouth. At least she wasn’t tied spread-eagled on the bed anymore.

They carefully tied her arms behind her back. She grunted as she tried to ask what they were going to do to her next. Then they got her off the bed and carried her into the living room. That’s when Teri discovered her tree was gone.

“YOU BASTARDS!” she cried out into the panties in her mouth. “What did you do with my tree??” All her hard work – all those hours – had gone for naught.

She looked around until she spotted part of the undecorated tree sticking out from the corner to the kitchen. The ornaments seemed to be scattered all around the living room. In place of the tree was a small stool… and a dangling rope?

Teri followed the rope upward. That’s when she saw the noose hanging down from the ceiling. She let out a muffled cry of alarm as she began shaking her head.

She tried to resist as they marched her over to the stool. They looped the noose around her neck and then pulled it tight. In order to avoid strangling she was forced to step up onto the stool to ease the tension.

She wanted to tell them she was up now and they could go easy on her. But they pulled on the rope until her heels were lifted up off the stool. Teri shuffled around on the balls of her feet, grunting muffled whimpers of fright.

She looked at the elf named Kubek and tried to apologize. But he was busy instructing the others to begin hanging the ornaments. To her horror one of them took a colorful bulb with a hook on the end and dug it into her upper thigh to hang it.

Teri let out a muffled cry as the hook to the ornament pierced her flesh. More elves brought more ornaments over. She screamed from each one as they were hooked painfully into her glistening skin. She cried out each time one was dug in snug, apparently to make sure she could not shake it off.

One of the elves got a step ladder. He climbed up and began attaching ornaments to her tits, digging the hooks into her flesh. Terrie cried out again and again, her body wincing and jerking with each hook embedded.

Ornaments were hung off her nipples using alligator clamps. A huge knitting needle was pushed through both tits so they could hang more decorations. Teri screamed again from the pain, dimly aware they were even hanging ornaments all the way down her backside from her shoulders to her ass.

She yelped, whimpered and screamed as the lights were hung up next. One of the elves noticed she was losing the mass of canes in her ass. Kubek told an elf, “Better replace ‘em, Bornak.”

Teri was hopeful what was left of them would be coming out. Instead he simply began pushing more up her bum, forcing the ones inside even deeper. She jerked and screamed as he forced as many up her ass as he could. Her pussy furiously clenched as she dripped her agonizing arousal, causing one of the elves to laugh as he fisted her while he was in the area.

The lights were finished and some garland was added. Then the elves went around throwing tinsel up onto her decorated body. Teri began to look like some gruesome Christmas decoration with ornaments, lights and tinsel clinging to her naked form from a multitude of sharp hooks leaving bloody little wounds.

One of the elves asked if they were going to put her on a stand. Another went and got two brooms and a mop. The ends were cut off before all three were strapped together and then forced up her twat. Teri screamed at the violation as she wet herself and then climaxed.

“Let’s see what she looks like,” Kubek told them. The lights were plugged in and came on. Teri whimpered as she shuffled around on the balls of her feet, the noose ominous around her throat.

“Got anything left to plug into this strand?” one of the elves asked. “There’s this last plug on the end we could use for more lights or something special.”

Kubek disappeared for a moment. When he returned Teri saw he had her electric curling iron in his hand. She screamed into the panties in her mouth when he gleefully forced it all the way inside her pussy along with the broomsticks. Her holes were so tightly filled and so uncomfortable there was no way of pushing the objects out to achieve any kind of relief.

One of the other elves went to the kitchen. He returned and shoved one last item up her cunt. Then the elves pulled the stool away.

Teri gawked in horror, the noose taking her full weight as her feet struggled to find solid footing. Then her body began to kick. She hurt all over from the hooks in her flesh, her tits bouncing painfully as the skewer and ornaments dangling from her nipples added to her misery.

It wasn’t long until she felt a new pain. There was a fire in her pussy to match the one up her ass. Then she smelled charring flesh from the way her cunt was burning from the curling iron.

She kicked; she danced; she humped; she jerked around. But she never lost a single ornament or the objects shoved up her pussy and ass. Even with all the pain she was experiencing, it was ultimately the noose that was taking her life.

She humped the air as she had one last massive orgasm. Then she hung limp as she gently swung back and forth. The elves oohed and aahed and applauded her performance.

They smelled the burning in her cunt. Then something popped out. An elf had shoved a turkey timer up there for good measure.

“Well done, Bornak!” Kubek observed, checking the timer. “Looks like the bitch is done!” As if on cue a trickle of urine dribbled down her legs to splatter onto the floor.

“Let’s pack it up, guys,” Kubek told his associates. They gathered up all their belongings. Then the fire went out in the fireplace long enough for them to form little green bundles and roll up the chimney.

The fire came back on, crackling with its warmth. Teri hung naked, the cum on her face and tits glistening. Her soft, dark red hair matched the Christmas theme as it reflected the lights blinking off and on.

Two of her neighbors walked by outside in the snow. They saw the lights beyond the curtain and remarked that Teri had her decorations up. But they were more than a little curious about the strange shape of her Christmas tree…

© 2017 (written for Teri Dec 3 ’17 by riwa)

(Picture provided by Teri and used for illustrations purposes only.)

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The Aquarium Christmas Party 4.2 (15)

Posted on December 12, 2017 by riwa

The Aquarium Christmas Party

It was my first Christmas party at the aquarium. I’d only been working there nine months so I didn’t know what to expect. My friend Benny told me to bring a Santa hat and not to worry about the rest.

I was well liked as I did a lot of the tasks some of the others didn’t want to do. I had no problem getting into the tanks and cleaning them around the fish. Being geared up in scuba or going down on a long breath wasn’t a problem for me.

I’m not sure when I first noticed Alexis Duhaley. Maybe that’s because our paths didn’t cross very often, although I usually saw her during the day. Often I was working in one part of the building while she worked in the other.

A couple of times I caught her flirting with me, or so I thought. Benny told me he thought she wanted me. I just brushed it off. After all, one couldn’t be too careful approaching women in this day and age.

There were some other attractive women who worked at the aquarium. But I got the impression they were all taken, including Alexis. So I did my job, made some friends and kept my nose clean.

The party had just gotten started when Gunderson said Alexis was ready in the tank. Everyone got their drinks and headed off. I followed Benny, asking him what the fuss was about. He just smiled at me as he told me, “You’ll see.”

When we got there I saw Alexis was already in the tank. She was in this sexy red Christmas outfit as she swam around the bottom with red weights on her ankles. She blew bubbles at all of us as she surfaced and then came back down.

She went into this dance that struck me as being part synchro routine and part stripper pole performance. She bubbled and gyrated as we all watched. I noticed a number of guys sporting hard-ons just like I was.

Damn; that girl could hold her breath! I got a look at my watch and kept track of one of her times underwater. She came damn close to pushing three minutes.

One of the nearby girls called her a slut, although she acted jealous at how long Alexis could be underwater. Benny told me, “She’s looking right at you, Trevor. I think she wants you.”

There was something in her eyes the way she looked at me. I concluded she was definitely fuckable should I ever get the opportunity with her. But I knew how dangerous workplace romances could be. Since I liked the aquarium I wanted to be damned careful about keeping my job.

She concluded her performance and burst up to the surface gasping loudly for breath. We cheered her loudly as she swam over to the ladder. One of the guys rushed over to give her a nearby towel when she came down off the metal steps.

She caught my eye and smiled knowingly at me. I smiled back before Benny grabbed my arm. “C’mon, man. Let’s get back to the booze.”

We all headed back to the upper room where the party continued. Alexis showed up in that same red outfit that looked amazingly dry. Someone told me she had another one stashed away that she usually wore after her performance.

I got a little confused, so I asked if she’d done this before. I was told this was her third year of putting on a little underwater Christmas performance for the party. I decided I would have to go over and give her my appreciation.

Several guys hung around her, even though I knew a couple had girlfriends. I played it casual, waiting until they cleared away or were dragged off to speak to others. Then I went over to her.

“I loved your performance,” I told her as I raised my glass to her. “You can hold your breath really well.”

“Thank you, Trevor. I’ve seen you in the tanks a few times without any gear. You seem to be able to hold your breath pretty good as well.”

“Oh, I doubt I’m as good as you,” I told her with a smile. “But I don’t mind getting into the water and holding it while I’m cleaning a particular spot on the glass.”

“I’ve noticed you seem more willing to do that than most of the others around here. For some, getting geared up and getting into the water seems like a giant pain in the ass.”

“I don’t mind so much.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

We silently watched the party for a little bit. A couple guys were starting to get loud, and I saw a couple of girls already acting like they were well on their way to getting drunk. Then Alexis got my attention.

She said into my ear, “I’ve got a special Christmas present for you if you’re interested.”

“You didn’t have to go to any trouble, Alexis. Besides, I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything.”

“It’s quite all right, Trevor. Meet me back at that aquarium I swam in, ok? Give me five minutes to get ready. Then come on back and do what comes naturally.”

“Sure thing, Alexis.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that last comment. But I assumed I would find out soon enough.

She gave me a quick peck on the lips. I took it as a hopeful sign of things to come. Then she headed off.

I checked my watch to mark the time. Then I mingled. Everyone seemed in a good mood, especially with a little extra liquor in them.

I made it a point not to drink too much. I still couldn’t remember anything that had happened during my last two Christmas parties. I wanted to make sure I woke up the next morning knowing exactly what I’d done the night before.

Benny asked if I was having fun, and I told him I was. Then he looked all around and noticed Alexis was missing. Without thinking I told him she had a special present she was preparing for me.

He got this big smile on his face. “Damn, Trevor.”

“What?”

He just laughed as he waved dismissively. “Oh, you’ll find out.”

I checked my watch and saw I was a minute late. I looked all around before quietly slipping away. I didn’t want to attract any attention in case Alexis might be in the mood to make out or something in private.

I made my way through the building until I came to that same tank she’d swam in earlier. That’s when I stopped, stunned at what I saw. Once more Alexis was in the water. But this time she was a little less dressed.

She was kneeling on the bottom with a gloved hand rubbing her bare crotch. Her corset had been pulled down, exposing her breasts. Her Christmas cap was on her head, and she was moaning and bubbling as she rubbed herself.

I stood there stunned at what I was seeing. She was actually masturbating at the bottom of the tank! She seemed oblivious I was standing over by the ladder.

“Do what comes naturally” she had said. Now I had a pretty good idea what she’d meant by that. Already my cock was starting to harden under my trousers.

I quietly slipped away and retrieved a couple of ankle weights for myself in case they might be needed. I stripped out of my clothes before I put the weights on. Then I stepped over by the ladder and grabbed on as I watched her.

She moaned and bubbled as she rubbed herself, her nipples visibly erect. My cock stiffened as I watched from the ladder. If she knew I was there she gave no indication.

I was getting ready to climb the ladder when she became really animated. It looked like her chest was heaving from lack of air. But she was rubbing herself as though she wanted to get off before she went up for her next breath.

I was going to climb the ladder, but I wanted to see what was going to happen next. She really moaned and bubbled as she furiously rubbed herself. Then she tipped her head back and blew her breath away in what certainly looked like an impressive orgasm.

She finally shot up to the surface gasping loudly for breath. Then she caught sight of me standing there naked. She gave me that “come hither” look, indicating with a finger she wanted me to join her.

I climbed the ladder as she watched me like a hawk. Then she took a deep breath before she went down to the bottom. She stretched flat on her back, a hand near the bottom of the ladder to help keep her stable. Then once more I got that finger indicating I should come down to join her.

I filled my lungs and then let go of the ladder. I sank to the bottom where she grinned coyly at me. Then she squeezed her breasts together before looking longingly at my erection.

Sensing what she wanted, I straddled her before putting my cock in that fleshy valley. Then I cupped her boobs together and gave her a nice, sensual titty-fuck. She moaned and bubbled, gazing hungrily at my cock the entire time.

Gawd; that was hot! I couldn’t believe it! Right then I decided I was getting the best Christmas present a guy like me could have ever received!

I stayed down for as long as I could, thrusting between her mounds. At one point she took them from me and squeezed them together around my cock as I thrust really hard. It was one hell of an erotic thrill.

My lungs began to heave, and I grunted as I forced myself to stay with her a few seconds longer. Then I had to surface. She grinned up at me before she came off the bottom and slowly surfaced.

We clung to the ladder together as we panted for breath. Then she kissed me deeply. It was another sexy present I had not been expecting.

When we came up for air she told me, “Meet me on the bottom again?” I nodded as she filled her lungs and submerged. I got a really big breath before I headed down after her.

At first I wasn’t sure what she wanted. She made me kneel facing the latter. Then she propped her feet up on one of the rungs as she took my erection into her mouth. Her hands were flat on the floor as though she was doing some sort of kinky push-up.

She slowly took me in and out of her mouth while pushing up off the bottom. It was erotic beyond belief! My Christmas present from her just kept getting better and better.

I was determined to stay down with her for as long as possible. She had better lungs than I did, and I wanted to at least impress her with my breath-holding skills. Besides, if this blowjob was to end when I surfaced, I sure wanted to get my money’s worth.

She moaned and bubbled as her tongue swirled all the way around my shaft in her mouth. Then she glugged bubbles as she took me deeper. It surprised me how much cock she could take into her mouth while holding her breath.

I finally felt those breathless stirrings in my chest. I groaned as she gobbled me down. I pushed myself to stay down a few seconds longer… and then a few more seconds after that. But I finally had to abandon that incredible blowjob as I pulled out and headed for the surface.

I grabbed onto the metal ladder and gasped for breath as she looked up at me with a sexy smile. Then she released a mouthful of bubbles as she came up to me. Her head came out of the water and she gasped for breath before she gave me another soulful kiss that could have melted lead.

“Not bad at all,” she panted when our lips separated. “Ready for round two?”

“There’s a round two??” I had already been treated to more than I ever could have imagined.

She just smiled at me before filling her lungs. Then she let go of the ladder and sank to the bottom. This time she landed flat on her ass.

She groped her tits as she looked up at me while licking her lips. I crammed as much air into my lungs as I could. Then I let go of the ladder and sank to the bottom.

I landed close to her. She pulled me down into a crouch and then took me into her mouth. She gulped me down as she grabbed onto the ladder to steady herself.

I thrust into her mouth, only for her to grab my hand and put it on the back of her head. Then she took my cock deep as though gagging on it. I got the impression she wanted me to be a little rough with her.

I started thrusting harder and was rewarded with the sound of gagging and bubbles. She moaned as she reached down to grope her boobs. The harder I fucked her mouth, the more turned on she seemed to become.

I thrust good and hard, wincing with pleasure as I hit the back of her throat. She just glugged up more bubbles as she moaned lustfully. My hard cock twitched in her mouth as she vacuumed it like a pro.

Damn; what a woman! I almost had to pinch myself. I couldn’t believe I was holding my breath getting a hot blowjob at the bottom of the aquarium from a girl who seemed more mermaid than human.

The rougher I got, the more she groaned. She was really working over my cock in her mouth. I hit the back of her throat again, and she really seemed to go nuts.

It wasn’t long until I felt those gentle heaves originating in my stomach. I looked down to see her acting like she hardly needed any air. I thrust hard into her mouth, wanting to do something that might drive her to the surface before me. But she was just too damned good.

I finally had to break away and head for the surface. When I got there I looked down to see her rubbing her pussy as she looked up at me. But I could detect her chest beginning to heave as though she was running out of breath.

She finally rose up and came up to meet me at the surface. She gasped for breath before kissing me hard, ramming her tongue down my throat. We groaned into each other’s mouths.

When we came up for air I saw her give me a naughty grin. “Now it’s my turn, Trevor.” Then she filled her lungs before she headed back down.

I saw her lie flat on her back. Then she parted her legs invitingly. I had a pretty good idea what she expected from me.

I filled my lungs and then went right down. I stuck my head between her legs, grabbed onto her thighs and then started feasting. I was rewarded with more moans as she groped and fondled her tits, her legs split and raised allowing my mouth easy access.

I gave her my best effort, wanting to show my thanks for the incredible blowjob she’d given me. I focused on the task at hand, plowing her field with my tongue while nibbling on her nub. She bubbled and stiffened as she groaned and whimpered.

I took my time licking and nibbling, trying to relax as I held my breath. She whimpered and bubbled, her sexy reactions making my cock hard underneath me. I redoubled my efforts to please her with my mouth and tongue, wanting to reward her for the way her mouth had pleased me.

I was relaxed and horny, and I had her writhing and squirming. She lost a few more bubbles as I ate her out. It felt like I was staying down longer each time.

I finally felt my chest begin those gentle warning heaves again. But this time I was rewarded by seeing her chest heave as well. Was she getting worse? Or was I getting better? Maybe it didn’t matter.

I stayed down for as long as I could before I finally had to surface for air. This time she was not too far behind me. We both burst up gasping loudly for breath.

She gave me another long, hard kiss. Then she pulled away. “Damn, Trevor! I think you’re getting better! Now it’s YOUR turn to lie on the floor on your back!”

She gave me a push, and I inhaled just in time. Then I sank right to the bottom. She didn’t waste any time following me down.

I ended up flat on my back, only for her to straddle my head. Then she mashed her pussy against my lips. She grabbed my face for good measure, grinding against me as she moaned and bubbled.

I licked her juicy muff for all I was worth. It was so hot that I couldn’t help stroking my cock while I was eating her out. She was kind of dominating me but I couldn’t complain, not after the sexy blowjob she’d just given me.

I tongued her twitching twat, causing her to moan as she ground her crotch against my face. It was hotter than hell, especially with her eyes closed and her moaning in bliss. Amazingly the water didn’t feel all that cool to me anymore. It felt like together we were both heating it up.

While I was underneath her it dawned on me I wouldn’t be able to get up without her permission. Would she force me to stay down beyond my ability to hold my breath? It was a terribly erotic thought that really made me tongue her quivering slit.

She moaned and bubbled, continuing to grind against my lips. I finally felt those warning heaves start in my stomach. But I swallowed them down, determined to stay down longer.

I relaxed as I nibbled on her button while plowing her labia with my tongue. She writhed and moaned as she lost more bubbles. Then I detected those warning heaves in her chest.

I moaned as I licked harder. She groaned and bubbled again, furiously grinding against me. Her lungs heaved once… heaved once again… and then she lost a burst of air as she got up and headed for the ladder.

I was a little dizzy when I surfaced. I gasped mightily for breath before she kissed me deeply. When our lips parted I exhaled mightily as I panted for breath.

“Damn, Trevor!” she gasped. “You can hold your breath pretty damned good! Now I want you to fuck me on the bottom of the tank.”

“But I don’t have a condom, Alexis.”

“Fuck me, damn you!” Then she filled her lungs and submerged.

I went down after her, watching as she got onto her knees. She patted her ass, motioning for me to come in from behind. As I knelt behind her she grabbed my cock and tried to force it into her pussy.

I heard her bubble, “Fuck me, damnit! Fuck me now!” Then I slid into her slit. It was tight and clenching a little.

She bubbled, “OH FUCK!” as she pushed back against me. I grabbed her arms by the wrists and pulled them back. Then I really started to give it to her good. My Christmas present had just been enlarged upon.

She let out a bubbly “FUCK!” as I started thrusting hard in and out of her. Her breasts wobbled back and forth as I pounded her pussy. “FUCK ME!” she cried out again, pushing back against me as I thrust hard into her throbbing cunt.

“FUCK – FUCK – FUCK! Oooobllolgblgblblgfblglbl!”

Her pussy clenched like crazy as I thrust hard in and out of her. I groaned my pleasure, losing a few bubbles as she cried out some more. I couldn’t believe how hot she was for it, holding her breath underwater while getting the shaft so to speak. Maybe that one girl was right. Maybe she was a slut… an underwater slut!

I wasn’t able to hold my breath as long. But then again, neither was she. We both finally had to bail at about the same time.

We shot up to the surface panting like crazy. This time she dispensed with the kiss as she tried to get her breath back. “Gawd, you’re good, Trevor! Now I want you to fuck me on the ladder until we both cum!”

She shifted her position until I felt her impale herself on my cock. Her back was too me as she reached down and rubbed her crotch. “Now take me down and fuck me ‘til we both cum!” And with that we inhaled deeply before submerging.

She grabbed the ladder partway down and started rubbing her crotch as I thrust hard into her pussy from behind. I had her right leg lifted up to grant me deeper access. She moaned and bubbled as she cried out, “Fuck me – fuck me – FUCK ME!”

I closed my eyes and focused on the task at hand, enjoying the sensation of her warm flesh against me, the feeling of her tight, silky smooth pussy enveloping my quivering member, and her erotic moans as I fucked her. She bounced up and down as though trying to impale herself even deeper on my shaft. It was the best Christmas present I could have ever received from her.

She became more animated, bouncing harder on my dick. “FUCK ME!” she bubbled as I thrust harder. “MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR FUCKING COCK! CUM INSIDE ME; GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM!”

Her eagerness made it impossible to hold back. I closed my eyes tight as I focused on the incredible sensations. A moment later her pussy clenched tightly around my shaft.

She let out a bubbly scream… “OH FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” Then she shuddered really hard. I let out a roar as I thrust hard and deep until my cock erupted inside her.

“YES!” she screamed “YES! GIVE IT TO ME!” Then it felt as though she went from one orgasm right into another one.

I held my cock deep inside her as she milked every last drop out of me. Then I opened my eyes. The entire Christmas party had adjourned down here as every last damn one of them were watching us.

They let out a cheer as she cried out again. Then they all started applauding. I blushed a deep crimson as I lost my breath. Then I got her up to the surface.

She panted weekly for breath as they guys all shouted “THATABOY!”  “WAY TO GIVE IT TO HER, TREVOR!” “MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU TWO!” Even the bitches were cheering us on. I looked at her but she whispered, “I saw them come down and couldn’t help myself. I guess I’m an exhibitionist!”

I started to tell her, “I should have known” only to have my words cut off… “Mmmmph!” as she kissed me hard and deep. I was still inside her and she was still riding me. I finally softened until I plopped out of her.

So that was my first Christmas party at the aquarium with Alexis. About once a month we sneak off to fuck in that damned tank. And she’s already told me next Christmas she wants to put on an even bigger show for the gang.

Damn! I think she’s determined to make me as much of an exhibitionist as she is…

© 2017 (written Nov 22 ’17 by riwa)

(Vidcaps are from a JustPaul animation and are used for illustrations.)

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Beheaded at a funeral 4.5 (57)

Posted on December 12, 2017 by riwa

Beheaded at a funeral

A drunk driver took my future away. He swerved and ran my husband-to-be off the road into a tree. In that moment he turned my wedding into a funeral.

Jim and I were waiting until our wedding night to have sex. For one thing, it’s against the law to fornicate or to commit adultery. For us it was an easy enough law to follow, although we were sorely tempted.

The law is a little vague about oral, so we did that as often as possible. But penetration outside of marriage is a definite no-no. For a man it means probation and lots of community service. As a double standard, for a woman it means death.

My husband’s twin brother Tim did his best to comfort me after the accident. But I was devastated. Now there was a funeral to plan instead of a wedding.

I’m not sure where I got the idea. Maybe it was from reading about Annie hanging at her husband-to-be’s funeral. It was an article I’d once read in a Dolcettish magazine.

The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. If I wanted I could set up a guillotine at the funeral home. Then I could be buried in the same casket with Jim.

Tim tried to talk me out of it, of course. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. The thing is: I wasn’t guilty of a capital crime.

I asked Tim about it and whether he had any thoughts on the matter. He told me sex outside of marriage would certainly do the trick. I looked at him in shock when I realized that truly was the answer.

I could have sex the night before! That way I would get to experience penetrative sex before I died. Then I could be reunited with Jim.

His brother looked at me curiously. “Just how are you going to make this happen, Trudy?” I only had to think about it for a second.

“How about the groomsmen, Tim? All they’ll have to worry about is a little community service. They can have their way with me all night long. Then I can put on my wedding gown and go to the funeral. Jim will be buried in a tuxedo and I can wear my wedding dress of virginal white lying right next to him.”

“You won’t be a virgin anymore, Trudy.”

“Fuck that, Tim! After all, it’s my funeral as well as Jim’s.” Then I looked at him as a light bulb suddenly went off in my head.

“As best man, you should get to fuck me too! How about at the funeral while I’m on the bench with my head in the lunette? My legs can hang down so you’ll have easy access from behind. Besides, it was you and Jim who decided I couldn’t keep dating you both and had to choose between the two of you. This way you’ll get to feel my pussy around your cock as I die. It’ll sort of be like Jim is fucking me through you.”

He thought about it for a moment or two. Instantly I felt guilty. “Wait, there’s that probation and community service thing. I’m sorry, Tim. I wouldn’t want you to have to…”

“I’ll do it, Trudy,” he told me with a smile, cutting me off. “And I’ll get Sam, Jeff, Newell and Loren to go along with it as well. A couple of the guys have already expressed jealousy they aren’t going to have a crack at marrying you. Personally I think they would love to get in your pants.”

“You too, Tim?” I asked with a knowing smile, feeling better about things for the first time in days.

“Yeah, Trudy; me too. I’d love to have my cock inside you at the funeral while you’re being beheaded.”

“It should be a once in a lifetime experience, Tim. I think Jim would approve.”

“Yeah, Trudy… I think maybe he would.”

—

The night before the funeral the guys paid for a really nice motel suite. I showed up in the honeymoon dress I’d planned on wearing for our trip to Acapulco. It showed a lot of leg and a lot of cleavage.

After some wine, the guys all started kissing me to loosen me up. They groped and pawed me and got me out of my dress. I was nervous, but I was more than a little horny thinking about what was going to happen next.

I got on my knees and started freeing their cocks from their suits. They’d thoughtfully worn the outfits they would have worn to the wedding. I thought that was sweet of them.

I got them all naked before I started taking cocks into my mouth. I got to be pretty good with Jim since we couldn’t engage in penetrative sex. I was able to take his six inch member all the way down my throat without gagging, and I happily demonstrated my skills with his groomsmen.

It was finally time to get down to it. The guys picked me up and carried me naked to the bed, which turned out to be rather large since they’d rented a suite for me for the night. Then I ended up on my back with my legs spread.

Sam was first, telling me he’d always wanted to fuck me. It made me feel good knowing how much he’d lusted after me. Penetration hurt at first, and there was a little blood. But it felt good when he went deep, and he managed to fuck an orgasm right out of me. Who cared about condoms; I was going to be dead within the next 24 hours anyway.

Jeff was next while the others stood around stroking. I told them to join me on the bed so I could reach for their cocks with my hands. I took turns stroking and sucking Newell and Loren while Jeff fucked me on my back.

I went through all of them one at a time, taking each one in the missionary position. Then they prepared a nice, hot bubble bath in the Jacuzzi tub for me. It was big enough for two of them to join me, so we did a lot of kissing and groping and making out before Sam and Jeff swapped with Newell and Loren.

I got all excited thinking this was my big chance for a gangbang. So I got out of the tub, dried off, and then got on the floor naked on my knees again. Then once more I sucked all those cocks.

I got on my hands and knees where Sam fucked me from behind while I sucked Jeff. I got both hands on Newell and Loren’s cocks so I was working them all at once. Then it was time to really start banging in earnest.

Loren got on the bed on his back, and I climbed onto his cock. Newell climbed on and slowly penetrated my ass from behind. I felt so slutty that I became a wild woman with cocks up my ass and pussy.

For the next several hours I fucked them all several times and in several different positions, sometimes taking two cocks in my pussy and a cock up my ass. It felt absolutely wonderful, and I had orgasms galore. I was committing a capital crime, and I loved every minute of it.

I didn’t get any sleep, not that I needed any. In the morning the party wound down as I went into the shower to get cleaned up and get ready for the funeral. They came in two at a time so I could suck their cocks while getting fucked in the shower.

Afterwards they got dressed in their outfits while I got into my white wedding dress. Then we drove to the funeral home. I was feeling a little trepidation as well as a strange sexual excitement at my impending beheading.

There were a lot of mourners when we got there. Tim had already taken care of all the arrangements including my beheading. When we were ready I sat with him, my maid of honor Betsy, the bridesmaids, and all the groomsmen in a side alcove during the service where we could see the coffin and Reverend Jones.

Jim’s casket faced the guillotine head first. It was tall, metallic and foreboding. I felt this incredible surge of fear and eroticism. It wouldn’t be long before Tim would be fucking me right in front of everybody before the blade came down on my neck.

It was a wonderful service, with a lot of tears. I felt sorry for Jim’s mother that she wouldn’t get any grandchildren from her son. Tim quietly told me his mom favored his brother a little more than him, but that he didn’t mind too much. I also felt sorry I would not be able to provide grandchildren for my parents.

At the end of the service the mourners quietly went up to the casket and paid their respects, saying their last goodbyes. Then the bridesmaids and groomsmen got up from behind me and went up. They looked at Jim briefly before the guys took up positions around the guillotine to wait for me as the bridesmaids joined the mourners.

While the wedding party was up there seeing Jim’s body, Betsy leaned over and quietly asked me how it was banging all those groomsmen. She’d heard about it and had to admit she was a little jealous. I told her it was one hell of an evening and was totally worth it, although for me I had ulterior motives.

After I stood up, Tim and Betsy escorted me over to the coffin. He stopped first and said goodbye to his brother. I saw the tears in his eyes, reminding me how close they had been.

Betsy was next, and she cried too. I know she would have loved to have fucked Jim. But she value’s her life, and she wasn’t about to risk an execution. She called it “risky sex” and I totally agreed with her… until I found out for myself just how much fun I’d had and how powerful those orgasms had been.

I was the last one to say goodbye. I looked down at my beloved Jim. The mortician had done a great job fixing him up from the crash. He looked so handsome in that tuxedo.

The tears flowed as I lifted my bridal veil and kissed him goodbye. I was grateful to see there was plenty of room for me to lie there right next to him. I was looking forward to the two of us buried together for all eternity.

I calmly walked over to the guillotine. Tim tied my hands behind my back with a nice silk sash he must have bought special. Then he and the guys helped me lie down on the bench.

They slid me forward before strapping me down and bringing the lunette down onto my neck, careful not to wrinkle my dress. Then Reverend Jones spoke to the mourners. “Last night Trudy Williams deliberately violated section 10 of the penal code with four willing accomplices. After the service they will be sentenced to probation and community service. Trudy accepts her sentence of execution and wishes to express her thanks to all of you for being here with her and Jim on this solemn, yet special occasion.”

“Trudy’s last wish is to experience penetrative sex with Jim’s brother Tim. This is also a violation of section 10 of the penal code. Tim has already made arrangements for his community service.” Then he turned to Tim and solemnly told him, “You may now fuck the bride.”

I felt an erotic jolt knowing this was it. I was so wet down below it was embarrassing. I hadn’t worn any bra or panties, and I was so moist that my arousal had slithered down my inner thighs. I was certainly ready for him.

He unzipped his fly, pulled down his pants and then lifted the bottom of my dress. He thrust right in as though he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. I gasped and moaned as he pumped me hard, causing me to rock in the guillotine.

I glanced at the coffin of my beloved Jim through my veil, grateful Reverend Jones had recently lowered it so I could look in and see his face. He looked so serene and peaceful lying there. Then I looked down to see the basket that would catch my head. It gave me the shivers something fierce.

I turned to look at the mourners who were all watching me. Some wore expressions of disdain, no doubt from the law I was now breaking with Tim. Others watched with smiles on their faces.

I saw my bridesmaids with Betsy sitting together with looks of longing in their eyes. I wondered how many of them might be jealous I was getting a last fuck in public. Maybe Tim would eventually go out with one of them or with one of our other friends who had showed up. I hoped one day he would marry and have lots of kids.

I felt the excitement begin to rise within me. My fear ratcheted up a notch, knowing I was soon going to be beheaded. It turned me on even more, and I gasped and whimpered as I became fearfully aroused.

Reverend Jones came over and grabbed onto the lever. “Wait!” I gasped. “I want to cum first and to give Tim and Jim a last goodbye!” He nodded as he stood there patiently.

I looked out at their mother who was trying to smile through the tears. His father was watching like a lecherous old man. I hoped I was giving him a nice show. My mom was almost bawling as she hugged my dad.

It started to swell within me; I was going to cum really hard. That’s when I guess I got a little carried away. But since I was going to die anyway, what did it matter if I cried out…?

“Yes… fuck me… it feels so good… thank you, Tim… thank you for fucking me… thank you guys for last night; it was great! Thanks to Betsy and my bridesmaids… and thank you all for coming… I love you, mom and dad! I love you most of all, Jim! I’m coming to see you, honey… I’m coming… I’m coming… OHMYGAWD; I’M REALLY CUMMING!”

I stiffened before I started to cry out. Tim roared his release as I felt his hot seed inside me. Then there was a whoosh as the blade fell, bottoming out with a loud THUNK.

For a moment I lost sight of Jim and the coffin as my world tumbled. Then I could see everyone as my veil was removed. I guess my bare head had been lifted up into the air.

“Justice has been served,” Reverend Jones declared to one and all as he displayed my head. There was polite applause, although Jim’s mother and mine were both crying. I was turned to see my body bucking on the bench in my wedding dress as Tim slowly thrust in and out of me. I thought the dress daddy bought for me made me look so beautiful and was totally worth it.

The guys were all standing solemnly in a row, giving me smiles of appreciation as they clapped for me. The last thing I felt was my head being gently placed in the coffin right next to Jim’s head. I knew they would be putting my body in next. That’s when I felt an immense peace. After that I was aware of nothing at all…

© 2017 (written Oct 6 ’17 by riwa)

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A cheater’s revenge 2.3 (4)

Posted on December 6, 2017 by riwa

A cheater’s revenge

Carrie swam the length of her parent’s pool, fuming inwardly. She had hoped not to be alone this night, especially with her folks out of town for the weekend. But that’s the way things had worked out.

Earlier she’d found her boyfriend at that bar with that floozy who worked at the Hooters just down the street. Right away she’d regretted going there with him for supper last week. That must have been where he’d gone back to set up his date with her as she recognized that crazy necklace she’d seen her wearing while serving them.

Right then it had become crystal clear to her what kind of guy he was. And she was pretty sure that waitress wasn’t the first. That’s when it had all clicked into place.

She’d gone to the bar hoping it wasn’t true. But as soon as she’d spotted them both, she’d gone into a rage. That’s when she’d taken it out on his prized 4-wheel drive.

She’d keyed the paint job, leaving several significant scratches. And he’d unwisely left it unlocked. That’s when she’d gotten inside and carved her name into the leather seats.

She’d come prepared, using the Louisville slugger she’d brought to take out both headlights. For good measure she’d slashed a hole in all four tires. Then she’d angrily driven away. Maybe next time he’d think about it before he cheated, especially since it wasn’t going to be on her anymore.

She surfaced in the shallow end, panting quietly. She angrily turned around, pushed off the wall and angled down toward the bottom. She pulled hard with her arms, her shoulder length brunette hair flowing while air streamed out of her nose as she kicked with her athletic legs.

What the hell was wrong with him?? Didn’t they have a good thing going? Hell, her parents were loaded. You would have thought he would have taken advantage and not messed up a good thing.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he’d simply taken advantage of her. Maybe that was just the way he was.

She reached the wall in the deep end, turned around and headed back, angling downward. She wanted to hold her breath for the entire length. Otherwise she was liable to scream out in fury… and she couldn’t do that underwater without needing air.

Was he really that stupid? Was he really that willing to give up her great figure for that blonde bimbo? Or did he think she wouldn’t find out? Well, she’d certainly found out all right. And she’d let him know in no uncertain terms.

She reached the shallow end and surfaced, panting quietly. Nope; she was still furious. She needed more laps. And she needed to do them underwater as she could feel the scream of rage and frustration bubbling to the surface.

She took another deep breath and submerged to make the swim all the way back to the deep end. That’s when she started running through her mind all the times he hadn’t been able to keep a date or an appointment with her. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She surfaced in the deep end, took another breath and submerged to make the return trip. Maybe she could exhaust herself… swim it right out of her for the night. She kept herself in shape, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t keep this up until the anger bled out of her.

She should have tagged along with her folks. But she’d planned a nice weekend with Bryce. And now he was off with that floozy from Hooters… well, unless she had gotten access to her car since his 4-wheel drive wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

She surfaced in the shallow end and paused. Nope… still furious. She was definitely going to get in a good workout tonight.

She submerged and began the swim back to the deep end, pulling smoothly with her arms. After this she was going to use the hot tub and then go in for the night. She could put on a good movie to watch. But she decided she wasn’t watching any chick flick or date night tear-jerker. She wasn’t in the mood for that.

She headed for the surface only to bump into the glass pool cover. What the hell?? She hadn’t seen or heard it closing!

What the hell happened? Had it shorted out? Daddy hadn’t left her any information about the pool cover having any problems!

She saw someone standing on the edge of the pool looking down at her. Her eyes flashed in horror when she saw it was Bryce. That floozy from Hooters was standing there on his arm.

“Thought you could get away with it, Carrie?” she heard him call down to her. “You thought I’d let you do that to my 4-wheeler without any consequences?”

“BRYCE, LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Carrie banged on the glass cover, suddenly wishing her father hadn’t bothered to install one. Ironically she’d been the one to suggest a glass cover for outdoor parties when they wanted the cover closed. Now she was about to pay for it.

“BRYCE, OPEN THIS DAMN COVER!” She was running out of breath as she pounded on the glass. Surely he wouldn’t leave her under here to drown, would he? That’s when fear gripped her soul.

Why wouldn’t he? After all, his vehicle was his pride and joy. She’d been too furious to think about the consequences of her actions. At the time, as far as she was concerned he deserved it. But now it had boomeranged back on her quite badly.

“BRYCE, I’M SORRY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Now she was out of breath from her screams as well as the underwater swim.

They just stood there looking down on her as her lungs began to heave. Was he really going to let her drown? Carrie beat on the glass again, hoping against hope she might get it to break. Fat chance of that happening.

She thrashed about as the last of her breath left her lungs. Her chest heaved painfully; she could feel panic setting in. She screamed his name in her mind as she beat upon the glass, wondering how much longer she could go without air. But he just stood there looking down on her with that blond bimbo on his arm.

She struggled to hold her breath as she tried pushing up against the glass. She tried pushing her mouth up, hoping to get any kind of breath she could find. But there was very little, and she swallowed a little water down her windpipe.

Carrie coughed as she inhaled deeply. Her windpipe instantly closed off in response. Then she started swallowing water like crazy, hitching and gulping as her eyes flew open in horror.

Her mind no longer functioned rationally as she thrashed about under the cover. She coughed up bubbles from what little air still remained in her lungs. She spasmed and convulsed as she stared up in horror. Then she slowly began to sink to the bottom of the deep end, a few stray bubbles slipping out past her parted lips.

She settled onto the bottom on her back, staring up at the sky with a look of frozen horror. She hitched and spasmed a couple times as though her stomach was still trying to force the last of her air out of her flooding lungs. Then she went still save for an occasional muscle twitch.

The murderous couple looked down on the drowned girl lying at the bottom of the pool. Bryce only felt the faintest twinge of regret seeing the attractive body with the sexy pink bikini. Carrie had been a hot bitch while he’d dated her. But she should have known better. There was no way in hell he could ever allow her to get away with what she’d done to his precious 4-wheel drive.

“I would NEVER cut a hole in all four of your tires,” the blonde on his arm said to him as she nuzzled close.

“Damn right, you wouldn’t!” Then he walked over to the pool shed and flipped the switch to the cover. It slowly slid back open.

“She had an accident and drowned,” he told his new flame. “Damn shame too. She was kind of a nice bitch.”

“Not as nice as I’m going to be when we get back to my place,” she said with a coy smile.

“No, not as nice as that.” And with that they left the backyard together…

© 2017 (written Nov 15 ’17 by riwa)

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Culling the Christians 3.8 (6)

Posted on December 6, 2017 by riwa

They’re culling the Christians in our city this afternoon and my daughter wants to go watch. She’s responsible for turning in a bunch from City College. Now she wants to go watch them being hanged and beheaded.

I lost Cheryl years ago to the state… well, the state sponsored education system I should say. They really poisoned her mind against the Christians… said they were a bunch of racist, homophobic bigots. They told her they needed to be gotten rid of before they “poisoned the minds” of reasonable, progressive citizens everywhere.

It’s just the two of us in the house now. But she rules the roost. She’s threatened to turn me in on several occasions for going against her or the state. She’s even threatened to slit my throat in my sleep in the middle of the night… said she would be doing society a favor if she got rid of me. But I’m still around. I guess she needs me to keep bringing in an income.

She wants me to wear a slutty tank top and shorts when we go witness the mass executions. A sexy mom means she might attract a hot guy to come home and sleep with her tonight. She’s already seduced four of my dates to the point where I don’t even have a social life anymore.

She’s dressed in similar attire when her college friends show up. Tina and Louise are not quite as bad as she has become, although their attire is equally as casual and slutty. Cheryl told me she’s proud of them because they told her they reported several citizens to the city fathers. But supposedly she’s reported more than they have. That makes her the winner, at least for now. I guess all those who have been reported are going to be culled today.

The girls act quite excited about witnessing the mass executions this afternoon. Cheryl tells them she’s really looking forward to watching all the hangings and beheadings. “I hope I get to see them hang that bitch Rachel from City College! She’s always talking about Jesus!” Her friends smile and nod in agreement. Apparently they all hate this girl they know at school.

“What about you, mom?” she giggles as she hugs me mockingly. “Shall we hang you too? Maybe you’d like to lose that pretty little head of yours in a nice beheading. I could always put it on the dresser so I can look at it whenever I go to bed at night.”

Her friends giggle and play along, not bothering to come to my aid. They know better than to go against Cheryl anyway. Then my daughter tells me, “Just keep paying for my tuition and my stuff, mom, and we’ll get along just fine.” I’m already working two jobs to make ends meet. The stress is starting to get to me.

I drive them all over to the stadium. Their excitement grows the closer we get. But they’re unhappy when I have to park a long ways away because of the crowds.

Cheryl takes the keys from me after I park the car. “Just so you don’t get any ideas, mom.” She dangles them in front of me, her eyes gleaming dangerously. Then we all head for the stadium. If something happens to me I assume one of her friends can drive her home.

A lot of people are already here milling around and buzzing excitedly when we arrive. We can either sit in the stands or wander the field close to the action. “We’re gonna get close, mom! I wanna see them up close! I want to catch a head or get pissed on when they hang! So pay the man already for all of us, including my friends!” At $250 a head, my credit card balance goes up another $1,000. I wonder if I will ever get it paid off the way she keeps making me add to it.

People are already cheering loudly as we enter. “Damn, they’re already killing them! I hope we haven’t missed seeing Rachel swing!” If Cheryl had any conscience whatsoever, it was driven out of her long, long ago. Now she only cares about the State.

We work our way through the crowd until we see a couple of elevated stages. In the left field grass they are doing the beheadings on an elevated platform using a guillotine. People are naked with their arms crossed behind their back being herded through animal chutes before they are taken out one by one and beheaded.

A large dump truck sits next to the elevated platform. We watch as an older, naked gentleman is pushed against a vertical bench, strapped down and then lowered horizontally like he’s on a seesaw. He is slid forward until his head sticks through the opening.

There’s hardly any time before the blade falls with a whoosh, bottoming out with a thud as the crowd roars its approval. The head bounces off the platform and plummets to the crowd below. They fight for his head as the body is unstrapped and rolled to the side down a metal chute into a waiting dump truck. It makes me wonder how many bodies are already in there.

I see an older naked woman being led forward. That’s when there’s another roar. I turn in the direction of the right field grass and see they have a monstrous hanging contraption over there where a young woman has just been set to hanging.

I glance up at the older woman being strapped down to the bench to the guillotine. But Cheryl wants to view the hangings. She grabs my arm as she gasps, “C’mon, mom! Let’s go see! I hope they hang that bitch Rachel! I was given an estimate as to when she’s going to hang, and I want to watch!”

I glance up to see the woman on the bench seesaw flat onto her stomach. She’s shoved forward until her head is forced through the opening. The blade drops with a whoosh, instantly severing her head and setting her naked body to jerking around to the approving roar of the crowd.

I don’t see who catches her head as Cheryl drags me over to the hangings. When we get closer I see the ghastliness of their execution contraption. Ten naked bodies are already dangling, the ones close to the edge of the platform still kicking. A bound, naked female has been pulled out of the animal chute and is waiting her turn, her eyes wide with fright.

My daughter gasps, “Holy shit; that’s hot! They’re doing them one right after the other!” Then her voice joins many others as she hollers, “HANG THE BIGOT! HANG THE HOMOPHOBE! HANG THAT RACIST BITCH!”

I stare in stunned amazement as I analyze the contraption. The individuals are herded through those animal chutes until they come out one by one at the edge. There is a conveyor with hooks running the length of a series of poles for support. It all reminds me of some makeshift ski lift without the benches transporting dangling victims across an open area to another waiting dump truck.

A C hook slowly swings down around the edge of the conveyor near the very edge of the platform. A sexy woman in tight black latex attaches the upper loop to a premade noose onto the C hook. Then she loops the noose around that poor waiting blonde who has her arms crossed behind her back like all the others. I assume that’s to keep them compliant and to prevent them from considering escape.

The female gasps as she instinctively tries to step back. But the conveyor slowly moves the hook along, pulling on the rope to the noose. The victim is involuntarily pulled forward closer to the edge until she runs out of platform. The crowd roars the moment she’s pulled off and starts to kick as she swings back and forth.

When I take a closer look I see there are ten bodies in various stages of hanging being taken along the conveyor – four men and six women including this new blonde who is now kicking up a storm. They look like they are of various ages ranging from 18 to 45. They are predominantly good looking. I guess they’re hanging the more attractive ones while beheading the older ones.

“Nope, I don’t see Rachel yet,” Cheryl pouts as she observes those currently dangling. “I was told they’d hang her around 2 pm. I guess we still got time” She checks her watch and then goes back to looking.

Tina and Louise ooh and aah at the sight as the crowd continues to cheer each death. I hear a thump from the guillotine behind me, the corresponding cheer telling me yet another one has been beheaded. It gives me the shivers; I really don’t like this place.

“What do you think, mom?” Cheryl nudges me with a smirk. “Think we should hang you? Or are you still a productive member of the State?”

I swallow hard as I watch those various bodies swinging back and forth. She could easily report me and there’d be nothing I could do about it. These days the State doesn’t ask too many questions if a child reports their parent for any infraction real or imagined.

At the end of the conveyor I see a naked male in his thirties. His cock is semi-hard and dripping. He must have gotten an erection and shot his load the moment the noose took his full weight.

The C hook starts to wind its way up around the very end of the conveyor to make the long trek back along the top. When the hook swings up high enough it loses its grasp of the rope to the noose. The dangling body drops away to disappear into the back of the dump truck waiting at the end of the line to catch the bodies.

As soon as he’s gone I see what looks like a college aged brunette being noosed on the platform. The hook on the conveyor slowly pulls her forward. She lets out a cry of horror before she’s pulled off. The crowd roars as I hear occasional obscenities thrown her way.

She wildly swings back and forth, bumping a couple times into the legs of the dangling blonde hanging right in front of her. Her legs kick wildly as she twists and turns. She’s quite the fighter.

“Wow; look at that one!” Tina gasps in awe. “She’s a real dancer!” Then she hollers, “DANCE, YOU FUCKING HOMOPHOBE! DANCE!”

“The fighters are the best kind,” Cheryl observes as she stands there looking up at the poor girl kicking her life away. The crowd cheers the demise of yet another Christian.

We’re not too far away as we stand there watching. Some are really close, almost standing directly underneath to look up. My breath catches in my throat as the poor girl really struggles. It produces an embarrassing reaction within me as I watch her kick and swing.

She’s starting to slow down when I see a short Asian female with black hair being noosed up. She twists helplessly in place as though not wanting the noose. But her arms are securely crossed behind her back. If she falls or jumps off it’s a good 12 to 15 feet down where she’s liable to break an arm or leg before they take her back and string her up anyway.

There’s something marked on her chest I can’t make out. I guess it earns her a thicker noose which the female executioner produces. She attaches one end onto the C hook slowly swinging down into position before she loops the noose around her neck.

The crowd roars, and I hear words of “Racist!”, “Homophobe!”, “Bigot!”, and “Traitor!” The noose starts to pull her forward. Clearly she is frightened. I can see her breasts and how erect her nipples are.

Just before she swings she bravely cries out, “Jesus is Lord!” She is booed loudly before she is pulled off the platform by the noose staying with her assigned hook. The crowd roars with delight as she swings back and forth, her legs pedaling as she rasps for breath.

As I check the others who are dangling from their hooks, I notice the thickness of noose varies. This one got a thicker one. Her dance is livelier and more animated as the hook slowly pulls her along the conveyor line with the others.

I gasp as I see a male with an erection being moved into position. He is panting heavily, the fear evident in his features. I look down the line to see the Asian still kicking it up. That’s when I wonder if the thickness of her noose is making her suffer longer.

Another thump behind me and the crowd roars to another beheading. I decide not to look. I feel a little dizzy and nauseous. But there’s a strange sexual arousal I’m experiencing that’s embarrassing the hell out of me.

The male is noosed before slowly being pulled off the platform to swing back and forth as the crowd cheers. He bumps into the legs of the Asian as they both kick and swing. His cock twitches and then explodes, cum arcing outward and down as several rush forward in the hopes of catching it with their mouths and tongues.

“Damn, that’s hot!” Cheryl gasps. Then she sees the look in my expression. When she sees how uncomfortable I am she declares, “It’s good riddance to another Christian, mom! Don’t you know anything these days??”

The Asian is still suffering as I look down the line. I see the college brunette, the blonde in front of her, and another male in his twenties. I see a woman in her forties, another male in his thirties, a young woman with long, brown hair, another male, and a female who is reaching the end of the conveyor.

“Pretty cool, eh mom?” Cheryl says as she checks her watch. “I just timed them. It looks like they’re hanging ‘em two minutes apart. They get a twenty minute ride from noose to truck! And it sounds like there’s a beheading, then a hanging, then a beheading, then another hanging. I say it serves ‘em all right for being such racist, homophobic Christian bigots; wouldn’t you agree?”

I want to look away, but I can’t. It’s so damned horrific that I’m having an embarrassing reaction. I’m getting sexually aroused, and it shames me.

“Look, there’s Regina!” Louise points at the one standing on the platform being noosed. “Wasn’t she the head cheerleader?”

Cheryl smirks as she watches the executioner noose the young woman. “Goes to show you can’t escape by joining the college cheerleader squad.” Then she joins the other voices as she hollers up, “Hang, you moralist Christian bitch!!”

The noose slowly pulls the dirty blonde forward and then off the platform. She swings wildly as the crowd cheers. Cheryl and her friends throw insults up at her as they join in the enthusiastic cries. I wince as I nearly cum from seeing her fight the rope, her naked body twisting and turning as she gyrates. It’s almost like she’s being fucked in midair.

One by one they make the journey along that conveyor. The thicker nooses seem to let them live for almost ten minutes. It must be punishment for being so blatantly obvious about their Christianity. Then they drop out of sight into that dump truck. I see a couple of heads as though there are workers in the back of the truck spreading the pile of bodies evenly. Occasionally I see boxes of nooses dropped over the side to be returned to the female executioner.

Seeing yet another girl swinging from a noose makes me stiffen with shame. I make myself step away in the direction of the beheadings. It’s too embarrassing to stand there and cum to the suffering of all those poor, dangling people.

“Going somewhere, mom?” Cheryl asks in warning. She dangles the keys as she reminds me I’m driving and that we’re not going anywhere until she’s ready to go. Then I hear the crowd cheer to another drop of the blade.

I look up to see an elderly woman with her grey hair in a familiar bun next in line as they roll another naked, headless body away. I’m shocked when I see it’s Mrs. Comstock. We had lunch with her just a few days ago.

Cheryl looks up in surprise. “Mom, is that Mrs. Comstock? Didn’t we eat lunch with her last week? I didn’t know she was a…!” Her voice trails off in astonishment.

It doesn’t really surprise me. She is such a nice lady. She doesn’t have a racist, bigoted, homophobic bone in her entire body. And now they’re beheading her as though she’s guilty of a capital crime.

We stand there watching as they march her up to the vertical bench. The crowd boos and catcalls, throwing horrible names her way while they strap her down. Then the bench seesaws downward before they push her forward.

Suddenly Cheryl tries to be the loudest with her obscenities. Having eaten in the poor woman’s home – knowing what she now knows – must have unnerved her. She calls her all sorts of names as they push her head right on through the opening. Then the blade drops without any fanfare, landing with a loud thump that jolts me.

The crowd cheers as her head bounces off the platform in the direction of the waiting arms below. Some young bitch catches it in midair and holds it up, loudly proclaiming, “I GOT A SOUVENIR! THIS BIGOT’S HEAD BELONGS TO ME!” She gets cheers from those around her as her friends pat her on the back.

Mrs. Comstock’s head drips blood everywhere as the bitch proudly swings it around. But no one seems to care they might get a little blood on them. My daughter eagerly cries out, “The bitch got what she fucking deserved!” as the crowd continues to cheer.

I shake my head a little as I watch them unstrap her corpse. Her naked body is still twitching from the moment the blade fell. Then they carelessly push it off the bench where it rolls down the metal chute and disappears into the waiting dump truck.

I look around for Cheryl’s friends to catch their reaction to all this. But Tina and Louise are no longer with us. Where did they go??

Did they get sick from all the death going on around us? Doubtful. Chances are they went back over to watch the hangings… unless they went off to get some refreshments. But if that’s the case, why did they leave Cheryl behind??

“Where’s Tina and Louise?” Cheryl asks, suddenly looking all around in confusion. She’s finally noticed it’s just the two of us. Then she eyes me accusingly.

“Mom, what did you do? Where did they go?”

“I didn’t do anything, Cheryl. I have no idea where they went.”

“What did you say to them? You must have said something to offend them! Damnit, mom; I’m going to report you if you don’t tell me what you said!”

“I didn’t say anything to them, Cheryl; honest.” Strangely her words don’t scare me as much as they used to. For some time I’ve been suspecting something’s eventually going to happen to me. When it does, chances are it’s going to be a relief.

About that time Tina and Louise return. But they have two officers with raised weapons in their hands. Louise points at my daughter and cries out, “That’s the one! She said she was in the home of that homophobic bitch they just beheaded!” The crowd cheers another hanging, but now I’m distracted as I find myself in the midst of a very serious drama.

Cheryl indignantly gasps, “I did not!”

“Yes you did! I heard you! We both heard you; right, Tina?”

Her friend nods as she frantically brushes her clothes. It’s as though she now thinks she got something very bad on her just from her association with Cheryl. Does she think it’s contagious? Does she think she’s been sullied by her former friend just for having visited Mrs. Comstock in her home??

“Come along, ladies,” one of the officer’s commands us. He motions toward the outfield and a small structure set up clear in the back. “We’d better take you two over to see the culling commissioner to get this all sorted out.”

Cheryl suddenly goes deathly pale. It’s the first time in ages I’ve seen my daughter appear to have lost all control. Then she starts to sputter from a mixture of fear and anger…

“What?? I’m not a Christian! Tell ‘em, mom! I hate all these racist homophobes! They can all die for all I care!”

The officer is unimpressed. He motions with his weapon for us to start walking. People have cleared away from us like we’re contagious or something. Even Tina and Louise have safely backed away to hide behind the two officers. That’s when I swallow hard as my heart leaps into my throat, wondering what is going to happen to us next.

© 2017 (Written Sep 18 ’17 by riwa)

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Not like in the movies 3.5 (4)

Posted on November 30, 2017 by riwa

Life is not like in the movies. No matter how many times you think otherwise, it’s just not. The girl does NOT always get to kiss her hero at the end, and James Bond does NOT always save the damsel in distress. In fact, it sure seems like he loses a lot more women than he rescues; right?

My situation spiraled downhill when I thought I’d gone undetected. Imagine my dismay when the blow to the back of my head put my lights out. At least I finally got that sleep the Agency had been depriving me of for the past several days.

When I awakened I was in a grotty dungeon with a lone toilet and a big wooden tub of water. I was naked, my arms cuffed behind my back. I guess that was a logical precaution for my captors, although my size meant I wasn’t going to be able to put up much of a fuss in any event.

There was a man in black pvc – black shorts and a short sleeved shirt. He seemed happy to discover I’d awakened. I probably would have been better off not coming to.

He took me over to the large tub of water. Then he groped my boobs. I gasped and trembled at my looming predicament.

He got right to the point…. “I need to know what you’re doing here, bitch.” I like that in a man… no beating around the bush.

I gave him some BS… “I was just out for a stroll. By the way, your basement could use a good interior decorator. I’d be happy to make a few recommendations if you like.” Humor was my way of dealing with the threat looming before me. Otherwise I probably would have panicked and started screaming my head off.

I don’t think he liked my answer because he forced my head down into the water… and I mean FORCED. I barely had time to catch my breath. I struggled to hold it, having no idea how long he was going to keep my head submerged.

He pulled my head back up, and I came up gasping and sputtering. Hell, I nearly waterboarded myself from my own red hair hanging down over my face. Water drained down my face as I gasped for breath before he brushed it out of the way.

“I see I’m dealing with a smartass. Got anything else you want to contribute?”

“Not really. My teachers didn’t take too kindly to my attitude in school either.” And with that I got shoved down into the wooden tub a second time for my sass.

He let my head come back up after a bit. I whipped my hair up over my head, causing a big plume of water. It would have been comical had my situation not been so dire.

“I really need answers honey,” he whispered into my ear as he choked me. “My superiors won’t take too kindly if I don’t get answers.”

“I wish I had something to offer,” I rasped, his fingers tightening ominously around my throat.

“Maybe another dunking will loosen your tongue.”

“Probably not, but you can sure try-burlubrlgurlg!” Down I went, his hand forcing my head deep into the tub.

That one scared me a little, especially since he kept me down longer. I enjoy a good swim in a pool as much as the next girl. But I’m not known for being able to hold my breath for any length of time. And I wasn’t certain just how long I might need to hold it to endure his questions.

He pulled me up and I came up gasping for breath. He groped and mauled my tits, letting me know in no uncertain terms just who was in charge. It did give me a perverse thrill as my pussy started throbbing.

“Now we can do this the easy way… or we can do this the hard way.”

“I never saw myself as taking the easy way out,” I gasped.

“Have it your way then.”

Back down I went, struggling and bubbling. He had a good grip on me, making sure there was no way in hell I could get back up. I felt another erotic jolt, wondering if this was going to be it.

He kept me down for the longest time. I writhed and bubbled, my lungs screaming for air. I could feel the panic welling up inside me.

At the very last moment he pulled me up out of the water. I gasped like crazy as he wrapped his hand around my neck. He groped my tits again, enjoying molesting me. To be honest I kind of enjoyed it too as it kept my mind from bring up some rather unpleasant thoughts about the situation I found myself in.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything to say?” he asked as the water drained out of my hair.

“I could probably use some shampoo. I’ve been meaning to wash my hair lately, but I just haven’t found the time.”

“Then let me help wash it for you.” And with that I found myself shoved back down head first into the water.

I was more than a little scared as I bubbled like crazy. I suspected he was going to tire of the game and eventually do me in. I just didn’t know if he was going to drown me or use some other method.

To my surprise he began fingering me back there. I don’t know if he was trying to humiliate me or what. He certainly made me jerk and bubble. But it provided me with enough of a sexual distraction to settle down my growing panic.

He kept me down for the longest time before pulling me back up. Once more I waterboarded myself as my hair got in my eyes and covered my mouth. Water streamed down my face as I struggled to gasp for breath.

He hissed at me, “This isn’t going well. You know that, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, trying to maintain my sarcasm. “I guess I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m not used to having my hair washed in this manner.”

“Then let me make it easy for you.” That’s when he shoved my head back down into the wooden bucket.

He kept me submerged as the water began to settle. I tried to hold my breath, but my heart was hammering in my chest. Once more I could feel that panic threatening to overwhelm me.

How long would he keep me down like this? How far was he willing to take me? I had no idea, but it was easy enough to imagine the dire consequences if I didn’t answer his questions.

I was sure he was going to drown me, and I tried to prepare myself as my lungs screamed for another breath. I started to wriggle and squirm in panic, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my bodily functions. I could feel an orgasm coming on strong, and I hoped I’d get to enjoy one before my untimely demise.

I was a little surprised when he pulled me back up. The next dunk was probably going to trigger my orgasm. It was also liable to be my drowning swan song.

I gasped for breath as he brushed my hair out of my eyes. He groped and caressed me, playing with my nipples. “Does death excite you?” he asked ominously.

“Not really,” I replied in a quivering voice. “I guess we just can’t seem to see eye to eye on this thing, can we.”

“I guess not,” he sighed heavily. Then I got pushed back down into the water.

I tried to hold my breath despite the hammering of my heart. But it just wasn’t going to happen. My lungs were heaving, my heart was pounding, and I needed to be able to catch my breath. But this time he wasn’t letting me up.

I started to struggle in a futile attempt to rise up. But strong arms kept my head submerged. My lungs heaved and I began to panic.

I felt it swell within me; I was going to cum while he was holding me down. Was he going to drown me at the same time? I was beginning to think so.

I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, fully expecting him to let me up. But that wasn’t happening. Then panic really set in.

I started to thrash about as I lost all my breath. Then I was cumming really hard. A moment later I knew it was all over when my lungs opened up.

I started swallowing water; gawd, how I swallowed water! Then I was panicking and thrashing about as I drowned in that damned bucket.

I orgasmed again; I was actually cumming as I was drowning. It hurt like hell, but despite my best efforts I couldn’t get my head up. He was keeping me down to make sure the deed was done.

I don’t know what it’s like to die, so I didn’t know what to expect. All I know is my life flashed before my eyes. Then I got this strange image of one of those James Bond characters.

He looked down into the water and saw my body lying there all drowned at the bottom of the pool. Then he shook his head as though he’d missed yet another one. I thought, ‘Yeah, you are fucking late AGAIN, you bastard!’ Then all my senses shut down as consciousness blissfully faded away.

© 2017 (written Oct 26 by Riwa)

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

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Victor’s Guillotine 6 4.5 (8)

Posted on November 30, 2017 by riwa

6

“So what did you think of eating Rita?” Dorothy asked before putting another forkful of salad into her mouth.

“Surprising actually.”

“Oh? In what way?”

“I thought eating human flesh would really gross me out. But Victor cooked it so well that I had to remind myself I was eating what used to be another human being. And it helped settle me down the way Jeff joked about us eating his girlfriend, especially since he told us he might go find another girl to bring next month.”

“She certainly was good eating,” Dorothy agreed with a smile. “But my memories are of what happened down in the guillotine room… the way her body jerked the moment the blade fell.”

She paused to take another bite out of her salad. It was a week later, and we were eating at that very same café where she’d gotten me curious about Victor’s parties. Then she smiled at me.

“I felt the same way at first about eating meat that came from a human being… that is, until I found out how good they tasted. You remember how Victor sent some of her meat home with us? I fixed some of her the other day with some vegetables for supper… sort of our way to remember her and the erotic way she was beheaded, you know? Even James thought she was good eating.”

“Yes she was.” But as I paused to think about Rita, I found myself thinking about the way she had died.

“Did you know I had a running bet with James you would ride the guillotine again before the day was over? You won me five pounds, Julie.” She chuckled as she shook her head before taking another bite.

I gave her a dirty look. “If I would have known that, love, I might not have ridden it at all.” But she saw right through me.

“I doubt that, love. I saw how you were when you rode it the first time and the way Louisa made you cum. Once you have an orgasm knowing the blade can fall at any moment, you’re virtually hooked.”

“I am not.”

“Then why did you go back down and ride it again?”

“I wanted to put that bitch Prudence in her place.”

“You could have just insulted her. Riding the guillotine seems an awful big risk just to get back at someone. I think you wanted to ride it again with a cock up your pussy. He was really good, wasn’t he?”

My face flushed crimson at the remembrance of it all. She laughed as she told me, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh shut up and eat your salad.” She just laughed again as she took another bite.

The orgasms had definitely felt incredible. And to be honest, it hadn’t really mattered all that much about showing up Prudence, although that’s what I kept trying to tell myself. I was already thinking about what it might be like to ride it again.

“You know there’s another one in three weeks, right? Renard will be there in case Victor needs help putting another body on to roast. Wouldn’t you like to see him again? Wouldn’t you like him to fuck you while you’re going for another risky ride?”

“Of course not. You’re crazy!” But I was already starting to think about it.

“Aw c’mon, love. It would be the ride of your life and you know it. I bet you’re already imagining what the orgasms are going to feel like; am I right?”

“No I’m not! I don’t know where you get your silly ideas.”

“I get ‘em from the expression on your face, love. I knew something had happened when you came outside to eat with the rest of us. I’d wondered where you’d gotten off to. Then I saw how your face looked all flushed and the way you seemed breathless. There was a glow about you as though you’d just been fucked. That’s when I knew even before you told us.”

“Oh, shut up and eat your salad.”

“Three weeks, Julie. Shall James and I swing by around tenish? You won’t make the lunch buffet, but I’m sure Victor can have you ready for supper. I’ll see if James wants to keep your head on our dining room table when we’re eating you with peas and carrots.”

“Dottie, you’re hopeless. I tell you; I’m not going!”

“Ten am, love?”

“Better make it ten-thirty.”

“Hah!”

She laughed as I blushed again. Telling her I wasn’t going just wasn’t going to fly. Besides, I was getting aroused thinking about Renard fucking me in the guillotine again, the blade hovering dangerously over my head. I just hoped I wasn’t making a huge blunder.

–

Something was different when Dorothy came to pick me up. For one thing, I saw she was behind the wheel. For another, there was this strange man in the passenger seat I didn’t recognize.

He quickly got out and opened the door for me so I could sit in front with Dorothy. “This is Richard,” she told me with a smile. “He flew over from the States.”

“Where’s James?”

“Work called him away. He knew this was going to happen two weeks in advance. So I asked him if I could invite this friend over from America. Richard has never seen a working guillotine before.”

“Is that so?” I asked him with a smile.

“No, ma’am,” he answered politely. “It seems our country doesn’t have quite the history with guillotines that your country does. Dorothy’s description of what happened at your last party was rather vivid. I guess my curiosity got the better of me.”

Dorothy teasingly told him, “You just want to see a naked lady lose her head while she’s getting fucked, love. Am I right?” He blushed as he lowered his head.

He was very nice, with a warm smile and a good physique. I don’t know why I had this flickering thought of what it would feel like if he fucked me in the guillotine. Then I found myself wondering if Dorothy might ask him to fuck her in a risky gamble. What the hell would James say if he lost his wife to the blade while another bloke was fucking her??

I looked at him and smiled, telling myself this day might get interesting. “It’s nice to meet you, Richard. Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll get to see a beheading today. Then we’ll find out if that American palate can handle the taste of us English wenches.”

“I, uh… that would be interesting.”

I got in and he politely closed the door behind me before he went around and got Dorothy’s door. She told me she’d known Richard a few years and had wanted to invite him over across the pond for some time. But there just hadn’t been a good excuse until now.

I gave her a questioning look. She just laughed, giving me a dismissive wave as he climbed into the back of her car. Then she told me, “Today I’m sitting this one out, love. James isn’t coming so I’m going to be a good wife.”

“Are you really?” I asked in challenge, briefly glancing into the back seat at our attractive guest before looking right at her. That’s when I saw something flicker in her eyes. She turned away, fumbled for the keys, and then mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out before starting up the motor. I decided not to push it.

–

We arrived and went right inside. Dorothy led us straight to the wetbar. Lorraine was already there in a very nice sundress.

She greeted us with a smile. “I expected you to return, love,” she told Dorothy with a twinkle in her eyes. “And it’s nice to see you again, Julie. But I didn’t know you were bringing someone new with you. Who is this charming gentleman? What happened to James?”

“James had to work, love. This is Richard. He flew all the way over from the States to see your guillotine in action. I told him James couldn’t make it, so I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

“Nice to meet you, Richard,” Lorraine said with her usual charm. “Can I get you something to drink?”

He nodded politely as he told her what he’d like. She went right off to fix it for him before bringing over the requests Dorothy and I put in. Then she leaned toward us against the bar top after we had our drinks.

“So you came back; eh, Julie?”

I blushed as I told her, “Well… Dorothy sort of talked me into it.”

“You didn’t need much arm-twisting, love.”

“Oh shut up and enjoy your drink.” She just laughed as she took another sip.

“Everyone’s out back enjoying the late morning air, love. Victor’s got some meat cooking. He has something planned for supper if the guillotine doesn’t send us any roasters.” She gave me a sly smile, and I felt an erotic quiver.

“How about you, Julie?” Dorothy suggested with a wink as she nudged me. “Want to go out in a blaze of glory so Victor can have someone to roast?”

“Ha-ha; very funny.” But her remark did not help matters any as I felt my pussy start to get moist.

Dorothy picked up her drink. “Let’s go outside and say hi.” Richard dutifully followed her out.

I lagged behind for a moment to talk to Lorraine alone. When they were gone I quietly asked, “Is Renard here?”

“He certainly is, love. And he came alone.”

Once more she gave me that charming smile of hers. I nervously smiled back. She had answered the important question I’d wanted to ask but had been hesitant to vocalize.

“Thanks, Lorraine. I think I’ll go out and mingle.”

“Have a nice time, love. Don’t let anyone force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.” I nodded my thanks, appreciative of her concern before heading for the backyard.

I went out and saw there was quite a collection of couples. Dorothy and Richard were over talking to Ken and Sybil Wylie and a couple I didn’t recognize. She waved at me… “Oh, there you are” before she went back to her conversation.

I spotted Renard talking to Jeff and a new girl. I took the bull by the horns by going right over. He smiled as I approached.

“Nice to see you again, Julie. You remember Jeff, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” I said as we hugged briefly. “I, uh… I’m sorry… I guess… about Rita I mean.”

He gave me a dismissive wave. “Think nothing of it, Julie. She wanted to ride the guillotine.” Then he introduced me to the short haired, dark blonde in the light blue skirt and blouse standing by his side.

“This is Kimberly Struthers. She was a friend of Rita’s. I was just telling Renard how Kimberly wanted to come check out the guillotine after I told her Rita got beheaded and then eaten for supper.”

“How do you do?” I asked as I shook her hand. “Are you, uh… hoping to ride the guillotine?”

“I don’t know, Julie; I haven’t decided. The way Jeff described it makes it sound positively gruesome. Yet there’s something about it I find kind of exciting.”

“That was my initial reaction as well when Dorothy told me about it that day while we were having lunch. So I decided to come out with her and see what it was all about for myself. I was here last month when Rita lost her head. In fact I was down there watching the moment the blade fell.”

“Oh? What was that like?”

“Horrifying… and yet… how can I say this without making it sound perverse? It was sort of… sexy?”

“That’s a good word for it,” Jeff said with a laugh. “Of course, for me it was more than a little sexy.” He looked at Kimberly before adding, “I hope I’m not over-romanticizing it for you or anything like that.”

She giggled at him as she shook her head. “No, you just make me curious is all.” I found myself wondering how long it would be before she tried riding it for herself… and whether or not she would let Jeff fuck her while she was riding it naked.”

The four of us stood there chatting for a while. I was tempted to go mingle, but I felt comfortable standing close to Renard. He seemed happy to see me, and I liked being in his company.

Jeff and Kimberly were called over to Ken and Sybil Wylie and that new couple. Dorothy and Richard had moved off to talk to the Warrens. When we were alone Renard stepped closer and smiled at me. “So you decided to make a return visit, eh?”

I nervously brushed aside a strand of red hair before telling him, “Dorothy has this way of talking a girl into something.”

“Are you sure that’s it? Or could it be something else?” He smiled knowingly at me.

“Not you too??”

“The ladies who show up often have more than a morbid curiosity. Nine times out of ten it doesn’t take much to get them to go for a ride. Look how easy it was to get you to ride it twice.”

I blushed again. “Just because I rode it last time doesn’t mean I’m going to ride it this time.” He just chuckled as he shook his head.

At that moment Lorraine came outside. She strode right over to Victor and started talking animatedly. Clearly she wasn’t happy about something.

Their voices got a little louder and I heard him ask her, “Did you try talking her out of it?”

“Victor, you know she doesn’t listen to me!”

“Darling, she doesn’t listen to me either.”

“Uh-oh,” Renard observed. “This doesn’t look good. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Julie?”

“Certainly.” Then he headed off in their direction.

I didn’t know what to do. So I stood there alone like an idiot while watching their discussion. Most of the other couples had gone silent, quietly observing the drama.

When Renard walked over to Victor and Lorraine, they lowered their voices when they realized they were being listened to. I watched and waited before taking a couple of tentative steps in their direction. I was curious as to what was going on. Then I heard Renard tell them, “I’ll go down and keep an eye on her.”

He walked away, only to catch sight of me standing there with a confused look on my face. Some of the couples went back to their conversations. Others watched as he came over to me and shook his head.

“Prudence is here with another boyfriend. She brought some friends with her. She headed right on down to the guillotine room despite Lorraine’s objections. So I told them I’d go down and see what’s going on.”

“Oh… ok.”

“Care to join me?”

“I’d like that, Renard… if it’s not any trouble.”

“No trouble at all, Julie. C’mon.”

We headed inside and went straight for the stairs down to the guillotine room. Renard seemed a little anxious… as though we’d be wise not to waste any time getting down there. Was Prudence riding the guillotine against her mother’s wishes?

We were partway down the stairs when we heard voices drifting up to us. Renard reached out an arm to stop us as we both stopped and listened. It sounded like the guillotine was in use…

“Prudence, I’m not sure I want to do this anymore!”

“Aww, what’s the matter, Vicki? You told me before you came with us that you wanted to go for a ride!”

“P-Prudence, I’m s-scared!”

“But aren’t you excited as well? Isn’t it the least bit of a turn-on knowing the blade could fall any second now?”

“P-Prudence, I don’t want to ride this anymore!”

“Fuck her hard, Wayne! Enjoy that last orgasm before the blade falls, Vicki! Dad’s going to love roasting your meaty ass!”

“PRUDENCE, GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“Better enjoy that last orgasm while you can, love! It’s going to feel so good when the blade comes down and severs your head!”

At the scream Renard bolted down the remaining steps as I rushed down after him. I saw him leap into the room and rush toward the guillotine. The timer on the monitor on the wall read 54:18.

Prudence and a new guy I didn’t recognize were standing near the front of the guillotine where the new girl’s head was sticking out. Prudence had a maniacal look in her eyes. Her boyfriend looked like he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, although he seemed to be genuinely interested in the outcome.

A new girl sporting short, dirty blonde hair was strapped down naked, rocking from the thrusts while wailing for her life. A naked young man was fucking her hard as Prudence urged him on. My breath caught in my throat as a surge of wildly erotic tingles coursed through my body.

Renard rushed up to the machine just as Prudence noticed his arrival… “Renard, what are you doing down here? Wait, what are you doing?? Daddy needs a roaster so I can go for a ride afterwards, right?? Renard, STOP IT!”

He quickly plugged some numbers into the control pad as the poor girl let out another cry. “Renard, damnit; she’s cumming! Leave her alone!” A moment later the timer on the monitor on the wall froze at 54:49.

The naked girl noticed the timer had stopped ticking away. Her screams faded away as she gasped for breath before going into spasms. I think she fainted dead away, even though her companion was still fucking her. That’s when Prudence wailed, “DAMN YOU, RENARD! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”

© 2017(Sep 30 ’17)

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