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Posted on November 26, 2017 by riwa

Coming December rewards

The start of the Club series called Jamie that includes the Fundraising chapters.
The start of the series I did called “The Island of Female Death Row Inmates”, a series on breath-hold and drowning contests to eliminate the inmates one by one.
Chapter six of First-timer (a “dry” story)
Chapter three of Water Babies
2-3 shorts including Consensual Drownings and Consensual Asphyxia.
2-3 stories being prepared or re-edited for the library (Including another recently started drowning peril picture story)

October rewards will fall off at the end of November to make room for December rewards.

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 5 4.5 (13)

Posted on November 24, 2017 by riwa

5

The girls whimpered through their ball-gags, anxiously looking at each other and then looking at us as though wondering what we were going to do to them. But we weren’t going to do anything to them! After all, they didn’t belong to us.

Stewart finally broke the silence by asking, “Uh, Janelle? Shouldn’t we be going now?”

“I want to stay, Stew. I want to watch the one on the bed get snuffed by whoever she belongs to.” She looked at me in alarm as the one in the electric chair grunted her distress.

“You think they’ll let us stay once they get back, sis?”

“I don’t see why not.” Then I gave him a hopeful look as I added, “Maybe they’ll let us help execute her.” That got them both to whimpering again as they squirmed uncomfortably.

“I wonder who they are, Janelle.”

“Why don’t you go check the door, Stew? Besides, I see a red light blinking over there.”

“Does that mean the door knows when a sensor has popped?”

“Maybe. I suppose you can go check and… hey, another one just came on… and it’s green!”

Stew turned to look in astonishment. “Damn. I wonder what that means, sis.” Then he got up and went over to take a closer look.

“The door says one of them is named Dorothy while the other is named Emma. Which is which?”

“They kinda look like sisters to me, Stew. Can’t you see the family resemblance?”

“Yeah, I guess they do look like sisters.” That’s when the one in the chair grunted as she nodded her head.

“You’re sisters?” I asked her. She grunted and nodded. “Are you Dorothy?” She nodded again. “Well, Stew, I guess that answers that.”

“I think something’s wrong, sis. This light is definitely flashing green. Do we owe more money?”

“Pay ‘em if you have to, Stew! I want to watch them execute Emma. I sure hope they hang her. I want to see a hanging for sure!” The one on the bed grunted anxiously at my words.

Stewart waved our pager over the door. I was happy to see the green light go out as I assumed that meant we owed more money. But the red light remained on.

“Did that do it, Stew? Did you give them more money to allow us to stay in here longer?”

“I just waved the pager over the panel, sis.” Then he looked at it for a second before blurting out, “Hey; this can’t be right! My pager says they now belong to us!”

“What?? That’s crazy!”

I went over to look at the pager in his hand. Sure enough, it indicated they were now under our control. But it showed there were no funds of any kind associated with them. I thought they were supposed to earn money getting fucked in these rooms!

“Are they broke, Stew?? How the hell are they broke? Are we responsible for ‘em now?”

“I don’t know, Janelle.”

“Have we got enough money to support the both of them?”

“I don’t know.”

The door suddenly opened, causing us to jump with a start. My heart leaped into my throat as an attendant walked into the room. “Damn, lady! You nearly scared the shit out of us bursting in like that!”

“I’m sorry, folks. I was a little occupied with Club matters, but I came as soon as I could. My name is Nicole.”

I motioned at the sisters before asking, “What’s going on? What do we do with these two? Our pager says they belong to us now.” I was aware we were all nude in the room except her. Amazingly she said nothing about our nakedness.

“I thought there might be some confusion, Miss, so I came right over. In a nutshell: yes, they belong to you now… that is if you want them.”

“If we want them??”

“The gentlemen who came in with them earlier were playing poker. They just lost everything on that last hand, including these two and all their earnings. I suppose in a certain respect that means they now belong to the Club. But since you two were in here and paid to spend time with them, you have the first option of keeping them or turning them back over to the Club.”

“But that one popped her sensor!” I told her with growing excitement. “That means…”

“…she has to be executed. That’s right; it certainly does.”

“You mean we get to snuff her ourselves??” I was stunned.

“That’s right.”

“You mean… we can hang her right in this very room if we want??” Now I was looking up at the noose as a surge of incredible excitement began to shudder through me. On the bed Emma grunted at my enthusiasm in growing horror, her eyes wide with fright.

“You’re entitled to execute both of them if you so desire. But yes, that one definitely has to die” and she pointed out a naked Emma lying tied spread-eagled on the bed who wriggled and whimpered with fright. Her sister let out a grunt of alarm as she watched, still helplessly strapped down to the electric chair.

Stew looked just as confused as I was. So I asked, “What about the guys they belong to… I mean… the guys who came in with them?”

“Oh they’ve already left the Club. So you don’t have to worry about them getting any money and returning to fetch them. They belong to you now. If you don’t want them or can’t afford them, they revert back to the Club. But since one of them must be executed, your funds on hand should be good enough for a while to cover you and the other one.”

“And we can hang both of them if we want??” Now my pussy was starting to moisten with anticipation as they grunted their distress at my words.

“Yes… if that’s your wish.”

“Wow!” Then I excitedly turned to my brother and told him, “Stew, I want to hang this one for sure!”

“It’s ok with me, Janelle. Her sensor popped so she has to die anyway.”

“That’s what I thought. So I want her to hang for us before I put on my own dance of death for you later.”

Emma grunted her fright from the bed as she shook her head no. Her sibling in the chair whimpered over the predicament her sister now found herself in. That’s when I got really excited as I told the attendant, “Ok. Let’s take ‘em to the Entertainment stage! We’ll hang the one on the bed first. That one is named Emma, right? Then we’ll see what we’re going to do about her sister.”

Stewart gave me a funny look. “Janelle? Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Forgetting what, Stew?”

“Dad’s in the Club.”

I stared at him for a moment as I deflated a little… “Oh yeah.” Then I asked the attendant, “Wait; we can hang her in here, right?”

“Of course. This is a snuff room, and you can use anything in here you want to snuff one or the both of them.”

“That might be better…” Stewart started to say. But I stopped him as I thought more about it.

“Wait a minute. I think she should hang up onstage in front of everybody, Stew. After all, we only got them because we were in the room kinda by accident. They sorta belong to the Club anyway. So I think the Club would love a public execution. Am I right, Nicole?”

“Yes, you’re right. The Club would certainly benefit from a public execution. But the choice is entirely up to you.”

“Janelle, maybe we’d better hang her in here where dad can’t see us.” Then he paused before giving the attendant a worried look.

“Oh yeah; I forgot. They can see into our room. Can we turn off the cameras? …I mean, so the other rooms can’t see the hanging until later… like ‘go private’ or something until after the hanging?” Poor Emma writhed and grunted each time we talked about her impending demise.

“Yes, sir; we’re set up for that. I could help arrange that for you if you want.”

“Wait a minute, Stew! She’s got to be executed anyway; right, Nicole? Daddy can’t stop us because she has to be executed! Stew, don’t you think we should hang her up on stage for everybody to see? I think that would be so hot hanging her up onstage in front of the whole Club.” Once more Emma grunted her distress at my words as her sister Dorothy writhed and whimpered in the chair.

“Janelle, what about dad?”

“He can’t stop a Club hanging; right, Nicole?”

“No, Miss; he can’t. Her sensor has popped so she has to be executed one way or the other.”

“Maybe it’ll be ok, Stew. I want to hang her live up onstage in front of everybody.” Then I asked Nicole, “Would it… I mean… would I be able to… to help with the hanging? Could I be up onstage when you hang her?”

The attendant smiled as she answered, “I think that can be arranged. We like to encourage our clients to enjoy themselves during an execution.” Then she paused before looking at the both of us.

“There seems to be some question as to where you want to carry out the hanging. I can tell you this. If you would like to hang her onstage, we’re prepared to offer you an additional $5,000 in credit to be used here at the Club anytime you want or to take home whatever’s left over when you leave.”

I looked at my brother in astonishment. $5,000?? That was a windfall neither one of us had anticipated! “Stew, let’s do it! We’ll deal with daddy if we see him; ok?”

He’d been hesitant throughout our discussion with the attendant. But her offer seemed to settle it for him. He finally nodded it was ok. If we were going to get a little extra spending cash, it was worth the risk of running into daddy during the execution.

“Great! Stew, let’s get them loose and headed out to the Entertainment stage. I really want to watch this one hang.” I pointed at the sister named Emma lying naked tied spread-eagled on the bed who whimpered again with fright as she looked helplessly in my direction.

Nicole offered to help us get them ready. I let her assist me in freeing Dorothy from the chair as Stewart got Emma untied from the bed. Dorothy looked pale while Emma was positively ashen.

I asked for suggestions from Nicole as to how we should get them out there. She asked if we wanted to parade them through the casino wearing robes or in the nude. “Oh, definitely naked!” I gasped excitedly. Both of them whimpered at that.

“Bound or free?” the attendant continued.

“Can we tie their arms behind their backs? I think a little bondage would make it look so sexy!” That idea sounded really hot.

Stew just smiled at me as Nicole responded by retrieving a couple lengths of rope to tie their wrists behind their backs. When we were done she asked, “Ball-gags in or out, Miss?”

“In!” I declared. “I just love ‘em in those ball-gags!” They whimpered again as their faces turned red with embarrassment.

“I’ll let Monique know we’re coming,” the attendant said as she went over to the door.

She did something to the panel as Stew and I put robes on. I was so amazed the way Nicole didn’t once react to our nudity. Then Stewart came over and quietly asked, “What about dad?”

“What about him, Stew? He can’t stop the hanging, can he? We get to do to them whatever we want, right? He’ll have to wait until we’re done with them. Besides, maybe everything will be ok.”

“I hope so.”

“Oh, don’t be such a worry-wart!”

Nicole came over to us from the door. She checked our captives to make sure they looked ready before smiling at us. “Monique has been alerted at the Entertainment stage. Now I take it you’d like something of a display when we take them out. Would that be an accurate assessment?”

“We sure would!” I replied. The idea of displaying them throughout the Club bound and naked seemed like just the way to add to their sexy humiliation.

“Then how about if I lead you there? I know just the route to give them the most exposure so everyone will know there’s going to be an execution up onstage.”

“That sounds great!”

Stewart looked at me for a long moment before shaking his head in resignation. He knew better than to resist my wishes. Besides, I usually got my way whenever I set my mind on something.

Nicole led us out of the room and down a hall. I got worried when she led us back toward the foyer. Then we entered the casino from the front part of the building. That’s when I realized we had an even longer walk to the Entertainment stage.

I got real excited as I marched Emma forward while Stew escorted Dorothy. I was already thinking about what they might let me do to Emma up onstage. Strangely all those eyes we saw looking at us as we paraded through the casino only turned me on even more.

There was a red glow up in the ceiling. That seemed to get us a few more looks. Those who were too absorbed in gambling at their machines couldn’t be bothered to give us a single glance.

I started worrying about daddy the closer we got. But I figured he had to let us stay and finish off the sisters… well, at least one of them. We’d become responsible for them now, and I was determined to make sure we snuffed the one whose sensor had popped. I figured we’d decide what to do with the other one later.

A crowd was starting to gather when we showed up. There were people over at the roulette wheel, but the gambling looked like it had stopped as they all watched us approach. One attendant manned the wheel while the other in sexy black domination garb came over to greet us as we approached.

“Good evening, folks. My name’s Monique. Nicole alerted me to the situation. The Club is thankful you chose a public execution.”

“We’re really excited about it; right, Stew?” But when I looked at him I saw I was more excited than he was, especially the way he was looking all around us. Maybe he still had daddy on his mind.

“So how do you folks wish to proceed?”

“Well, Monique; we’d like to hang this one.”

I pulled Emma forward by her arm as she let out a muffled cry of alarm. Monique smiled as she looked her up and down. “I think that’s a lovely choice, Miss. This one will put on a great hanging for our guests.”

“Can I ask a question, Monique?”

“Certainly.”

“Could I… I mean… could I help? Could I come up onstage and, uh… is that allowed?”

“Miss, I’d be honored if you’d like to assist me. Do you mind being nude up onstage? I believe the guests would enjoy seeing you naked while you’re interacting with the condemned.”

“Really? I can go up with you?”

All she had to do was smile and nod at me to get me to drop my robe right then and there. Immediately there were cheers, whistles and catcalls all around me. I blushed at all the attention, but I loved it. Stew shook his head with a smile at how excited and brazen I’d become.

Monique instructed me to follow her with Emma in tow as she headed for the steps to the stage. I felt an erotic jolt at the buzzing of the gathering spectators. A lot of people were going to be watching, and I got the shivers something fierce.

Emma let out a grunt and a whimper of alarm as Monique led us right over to the gallows. She went over to the control panel and lowered the noose until it was within reach. Then I glanced back at the crowd.

Stewart and Dorothy were in front with a great view of the stage. He looked like he was starting to get a little excited. I figured he might since he enjoyed hanging me back home.

Meanwhile Dorothy was becoming more and more horrified at what was about to happen to her sister. She stood there naked and ashamed with her arms tied behind her back and that ball-gag in her mouth. She couldn’t even cry out to her sister Emma, and it made her look sexy as hell, especially the way her nipples really stuck out.

Monique gave me the noose and instructed me to loop it around Emma’s neck. The poor girl trembled as I brought it down around her head. Her eyes were wide with fright, and she’d gone deathly pale.

“That’s the way,” Monique told me with a smile as I adjusted the noose. “Honey, you’re good at this.”

In a quiet voice I told her, “That’s because I’ve hanged for my brother back home.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m hoping to hang for him later tonight. Maybe we’ll come back to the stage and do it publicly in front of everyone.”

“Honey, I’d really enjoy that if you did.”

“Would you be the one to hang me?”

“Honey, it would be my honor and privilege.”

I felt another erotic jolt as my breath caught in my throat. Emma whimpered as Monique went over and used the controls to take most of the slack out. Then she came back over with what looked like a little remote control.

“Would you like to do the honors, Miss…?”

“My name’s Janelle?”

“Would you like to do the honors, Miss Janelle?”

I gasped with delight as I happily accepted the remote from her. She told me to wait a moment. Then she took a couple steps forward to address the crowd that had gathered.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Janelle has graciously consented to serve tonight as our special guest executrix.”

She motioned at me during the applause, cheers and sexy whistles and catcalls that came my way. Then she turned back to me. “I’ll just stand over here if you need me. Go right ahead.”

“Thanks! Can I do anything I want?”

“Anything you want, honey.”

“Can I like… touch and caress her?”

“Anything you want, honey.”

Wow! That gave me another erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe. The idea of groping and fondling Emma before I hanged her was an added thrill.

I checked the remote, pointed it right at her and then started to make the noose pull her up. I stopped it right as it took her up onto her toes. I left her there as she let out a muffled gurgle, her eyes wide with fright.

She looked so fucking sexy that I just couldn’t resist. I went over to her and started caressing her all over. Her nipples were hard, and I couldn’t resist rubbing and caressing her sexy boobs.

She shuffled around as she grunted and whimpered. She was so sexy standing there up on her toes. I was incredibly horny touching her and rubbing her all over.

I glanced over at Monique to see if what I was doing was ok. She smiled and nodded… “You’re doing just fine, honey.” I smiled back at her before I started kissing and sucking on Emma’s painfully erect nipples.

She grunted and moaned through her ball-gag. She looked so fucking sexy that I could hardly stand myself. She looked like she was scared and ashamed, pleading with her eyes for me to take her back down and let her go.

I squeezed her ass and groped her tits, enjoying the way she was trembling. That’s when I realized how wet I was. It made me wonder if her pussy was wet as well.

I reached down and fingered her just to see what she would do. I felt her pussy clench around my wriggling fingers. She was really wet, and she whimpered again as she shuffled around.

I was so horny that I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I pointed the remote right at Emma. Then I pushed the button as I gasped, “You’re making me so fucking hot, Emma! I’ve got to hang you right now!”

Her eyes flew open in horror as her feet left the floor. I stopped her when she was about four inches off the ground. That’s when the excitement swelled within me.

At first her feet fluttered for the floor. It was right there just out of reach. Then her legs began to kick as she started scissoring her legs back and forth.

Her struggles intensified as she fought against the noose. I felt the excitement swell inside me as she twisted and gyrated. She was putting on one hell of a show!

She stiffened as her feet fluttered for the floor again. Then once more her legs scissored as she swung back and forth. I could see drool leaking out around that ball-gag in her mouth to spill onto her tits.

I heard her rasp and gurgle as she tried to breathe. The more she kicked, the tighter the noose became. She was wearing a thick one around her throat, making me hopeful her dance would last several minutes.

All of the sudden she threw her chest out. Then she started fucking the air, humping and thrusting. I got the impression she was trying to fuck everyone in the room. Damn; what a thrill!

There was another gurgle for breath as she thrust outward with her crotch. Then I saw a spray of fluid. I let out a cry as I climaxed right then and there, so turned on that she’d orgasmed right there in the noose.

Instinctively I dropped between her legs onto my knees, helping to lift her legs up over my shoulders. I buried my face in her snatch and eagerly started feasting on her dripping fluids. I was totally oblivious to everything around but the sexy hangee strangling to death right in front of me.

She tried to clench with her thighs… tried to use me and my head to lift herself up to ease the strain around her neck. She humped my face as I thrust my tongue deep in her pussy. I could feel her clenching around it, and it drove me wild.

She thrust her chest out and started humping again. I fell over backward until I was lying flat on my back right in front of her. When Emma started fucking the air again I jammed my fingers in my throbbing cunt and fucked myself silly until we both orgasmed at just about the same time.

I heard cheers and excited cries behind me. I was dimly aware we were being watched the entire time. But I only had eyes for Emma’s sexy, dying body.

She settled down again until she gently swung back and forth. By this time I could see her neck was actually starting to stretch. She looked so fucking sexy that I just couldn’t help myself.

Once more I went in between her legs on my knees. I rested them on my shoulders, but she didn’t have the strength to use me to lift herself up. Then I feasted on her dripping pussy again.

I tasted a mixture of cum and urine, but I didn’t care. I fucked her hole with my tongue and was able to detect a faint clenching of her twat. But that was about the only response I got from her, other than a few muscles twitches and spasms.

Her pussy quivered as I licked and probed. That’s when I fell over backward again and masturbated unashamedly while looking up at her. I noticed a few more muscle twitches from her sexy, naked body. Then I saw a trickle of urine running down her leg to dribble onto the floor.

That did it for me as I went off in orgasm again. I was dimly aware of the crowd cheering behind me. But the orgasm was so intense that I got all disoriented.

When I regained my senses and looked up I saw Monique bending over me with a huge smile on her face. “That was so sexy, Miss Janelle.” Then she reached down to give me a hand.

She helped pull me to my feet to wild applause. Emma gently swung back and forth, her naked body slowly twisting in one direction and then the other. That’s when I became aware of the guests clapping behind me.

“Better turn to acknowledge your admirers, honey.”

I turned and saw everyone cheering. Stewart had his hand under his robe as though he’d just been masturbating. Dorothy was pale as a ghost, utterly horrified as she stared in shocked disbelief.

I blushed as they all cheered me. Then Monique motioned in my direction as she proudly declared, “Ladies and gentlemen… Miss Janelle!” I blushed even more as the cheers got louder.

© 2017 (Oct 12 ’17)

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The asphyxia bet 4.5 (13)

Posted on November 18, 2017 by riwa

(Inspired by the picture below)


My boyfriend knew what an asphyxia slut I was. He often told me one day I was going to strangle myself to death. I just responded with a smile by telling him, “Yeah, but what a way to go!”

We were out of town one weekend at a nice resort when I got into one of my “moods” again. Justin looked at me and shook his head. Then he surprised me.

He told me to fetch my special glass dildo and some rope I’d brought along to help get me off. Then we went out into the courtyard and around the corner to a private little area. It had a nice cushioned wicker couch with some privacy, but was open to where anyone could walk in on us.

He asked me, “If you could entertain me while getting yourself off right now, what would you do?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one, baby!” I looked all around to make sure we were still alone. Then I went right to work.

I slung the rope up over a wooden brace above the wicker couch. I stripped down to just my black high heels before looping one end of the rope around my neck. Then I hooked the other end to my right heel.

I smiled coyly at him as I started playing with myself while applying tension to the rope. I used my dildo to rub my clit. Then I pushed it in and out of my pussy.

I could tell I was making him hard, and it gave me a thrill. I fucked myself until I experienced a delicious, breathless orgasm. Then I smiled at him as I got my breath back.

“That’s my asphyxiation slut,” he said with a smile. Then he gave me a mischievous look as he asked, “Care to make things a little more interesting?”

I was intrigued. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll bet you that new car you’ve been wanting. You spend all afternoon out here playing with yourself. If anyone shows up, you have to fuck yourself for them. Then you have to do whatever they want with no questions asked. After a while I’ll come out to get you and we’ll go out to eat, that is if you haven’t strangled yourself first while showing off.”

I looked at him in surprise. I must admit, the idea intrigued me, especially the idea of playing in front of others as they watched. Then I asked, “But… but what if someone decides to, uh… to take me a little too far?”

“That’s the bet. It’s the chance you’ll have to take, Sadie. When I come back out, you’ll either be alive or dead. But I’m betting you’re going to chicken out and come in early before I come out to get you. If you do that, no car. So what do you think? Want to take a chance by putting on a show for anyone who comes along? Or will you get too excited and strangle yourself before I get back?”

The thought of someone coming up and strangling me while fucking me both frightened and exhilarated me. To make matters worse, my boyfriend pulled down on my leg, tightening the rope as he took my glass dildo and fucked me with it. In no time at all I was cumming hard again.

He left me breathless after pulling out the toy. I was soaked and buzzing. I don’t think I was in my right mind when I murmured, “You got yourself a bet, baby.”

“That’s what I thought. See you in a few hours, Sadie… that is, if you’re still breathing.” Then he walked away.

Gawd; what had I gotten myself into?? The smart thing would have been to get dressed, go back to our room and admit I wasn’t that crazy. I could’ve told him he was right and that I took way too many chances. But then I started thinking about it.

First: would anyone even come around the corner to see me out here? It was possible I might get a visitor or two. But what would they do if they saw me like this?

Would they fuck me after watching me masturbate right in front of them? Would they take my toy and use it on me while I was sitting here half strangled? The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became.

I took my toy and started fucking my pussy with it again. At the same time I pulled on the rope with my leg, restricting my breath. It gave me another delicious orgasm. The cushions on the wicker couch were going to be soaked before I was through. But it was certainly going to be an afternoon to remember; that is, if I survived the ordeal.

My first visitors were an older couple in their 60’s. I think they were frequent visitors and had wanted to use the furniture to sit outside for a while. I don’t know who was shocked more when they appeared: them or me. But I remembered my bet… and after all, a bet was a bet.

I took my toy and started fucking myself with it as I tightened the rope around my neck. At first I thought I was going to disgust them. But they ended up staying and watching until after I shuddered in orgasm.

When I was done she grabbed her husband. “C’mon, Willard. Let’s go to the room.”

“What for, Mildred? You just got done taking a nap!” She just dragged him away.

The last words I heard were, “I don’t want to take a nap. C’mon, you old fart. That slut made me horny!”

Hearing them talk like that was such a turn-on that I began to fuck myself again. I worked the dildo nice and slow so as not to rush things. After all, it was going to be a long afternoon and I had to pace myself.

I experienced another climax before pausing to take a break. 20 minutes later I heard voices. This couple in their 30’s rounded the corner. As soon as they saw me they blurted out, “What the hell?? What that old couple said was true!”

I blushed with embarrassment. But a bet is a bet. I started playing with myself with the dildo right in front of them, spreading my pussy lips wide for them to see.

They didn’t take off while I was masturbating. I thought I might drive more folks off. But so far I was 2 for 2 with couples sticking around.

The guy liked what he was seeing as he gushed, “Just look at her, Melissa!”

“Damn, Joe! I thought that old couple was crazy when they said they saw her out here!” I felt the flush of embarrassment as I kept on fucking myself, incredibly turned on at my new set of voyeurs.

The woman came over and pushed down on my leg to help restrict my breathing. I struggled to get a good breath, but a bet was a bet. I just kept fucking myself slowly, trying to make it last before I was overcome with another orgasm.

The woman knelt close and started touching me all over while keeping the strain on the rope. I shuddered with arousal as I kept fucking myself. “Damn, Joe! She just keeps right on masturbating no matter how much I strangle her!”

She took the toy right out of my hand. Then she started pushing it in and out for herself. When she kissed me before licking my dripping snatch, I nearly lost it right then and there.

She pushed down on my leg, strangling me even more as she licked me while fucking me with my own toy. The guy came in and started groping my boobs. I shuddered hard before I went off in orgasm.

She let up on the rope and backed away. She turned toward her man and saw how horny he’d become. So she gave him a warning glance.

“I bet you’d like to fuck her, wouldn’t you!” Then she dropped my glass dildo in my lap as she grabbed his arm and forcefully dragged him away. I don’t think she liked the way I’d turned him on.

I took advantage of the lull by catching my breath. I wondered how long it would be before Justin came back. At the rate this was going, I was going to end up a mushy puddle of cum on the cushions before it was all over.

I got a half hour break before this single guy came around the corner. He stopped and stared… “What the hell?” But I had to do what I had to do.

I looked right at him as I started playing with myself. I added some tension to the rope around my neck as I rubbed my toy over my clit. Then I split my labia to show him my pussy before pushing the dildo inside.

I fucked myself with it as I gave him a smoldering look. He came over and put his hands on my leg to add to the tension on the rope. I just kept masturbating with that toy.

He slowly took it from me and masturbated me with it. I gasped as I moaned, “Yes… yes… fuck yes.” He looked right at me as he applied some more pressure to my leg, which only made things worse… “Yes… fuck yes… strangle me!”

I shuddered hard as he fucked an orgasm right out of me with my toy. I could tell he had a huge bulge. I was almost glad to see him unzip his fly and pull out his dick. I needed a fuck!

He smiled as he pushed it right into my soaking wet cunt. Then he started fucking me as he applied tension to the rope. It set me off like you wouldn’t believe… “Yes… fuck yes… OH FUCK… STRANGLE ME… OH FUCK!”

He almost cut my breath off as he came inside me. Then he blushed as he pulled out and quickly zipped up. He bid me a hasty “Thank you” before rushing off. But the intense orgasm had been well worth it.

I got a well-earned break for another 40 minutes or so before these two guys showed up. I think they’d been told about my presence out here because they seemed to be looking for me. They looked like they worked for a construction company.

I smiled at them as I wasted no time playing with myself again. I thrust my dildo in and out of my pussy, working myself up into a lather. I got really turned on when they both unzipped and pulled their dicks out.

One came over to fuck me while the other got close enough for me to reach over and give him a blowjob. They teased me by pushing down on my leg, partially strangling me. It was so hot that I came all over that first guy’s cock as he unloaded his spunk inside me.

They switched places, and I got fucked again while sucking on a different cock. Once more they partially strangled me. It was so hot that I came all over again, orgasming around that hot cock up my twat until I got another helping of baby batter.

They zipped up and left, giving me another break in the action. The cushion I was sitting on was soaked clear through. I took the opportunity to catch my breath, hoping there wouldn’t be too many more. Otherwise I was liable to cum myself to death.

I was amazed when that old couple returned. I didn’t know if Justin was watching or not. But a bet was a bet, and I wearily went back to masturbating right in front of them.

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

“She sure is, Mildred!”

“She’s turning me on again, Willard. In fact, I think it would be so hot watching you fuck her.”

“You think so? Do you really want me to fuck her?”

“Gawd yes, Willard! Fuck that slut! I think she wants it! You fuck her and I’ll strangle her!”

My breath caught in my throat as he unzipped and pulled his cock out. I couldn’t believe she was going to let him fuck me! He had an average sized cock that went right in as she pushed down on my leg, tightening the rope around my throat.

He thrust like a patient man, and I got a long, glorious fuck. She kept strangling me with my rope until I couldn’t stand it any longer… “Fuck me – fuck me – STRANGLE ME!” Then I came all over his cock as he gasped in release.

The woman looked at me and smiled. “Damn, honey. That’s twice you’ve turned me on! I think my husband here is going to get lucky again!” Then she grabbed my toy and started fucking my wet pussy with it while tightening the rope around my neck.

I rasped and gurgled; fuck, what a rush! I couldn’t believe how hot it made me to turn those old coots on! I saw him get hard again as she fucked me with my toy until I soaked the furniture again with my fluids. They thanked me before leaving all happy as clams.

I didn’t get five minutes before Joe was back without Melissa. Once more I started fucking myself with my toy. I was getting exhausted, wishing Justin would hurry up and get out here so I could win my car.

He wasted no time unzipping. Then he plunged his cock right into me, pushing down on my leg and strangling me as he fucked me. Gawd; I was going to cum all over again!

He scared me a little when he strangled me extra hard. He groped my boobs as he really fucked me. My eyes rolled as I shuddered hard in orgasm. Then I think I passed out.

When I came back around he was pulling out of my cum-filled pussy as I got a fresh breath of air. He looked like he was worried he might have killed me. I was woozy from that last orgasm, and I moaned softly before he rushed off.

I was getting exhausted. Where the hell was Justin? I was in la-la land from my many orgasms. Perhaps this time I’d bitten off more than I could chew.

I groaned inwardly when Joe’s wife Melissa came out 10 minutes later. She looked none too happy. But I wanted that car, and I dutifully started masturbating with my glass dildo again.

“Fuck my husband, did you? Did he come out and stick his dick in you?” She sounded a little angry.

I decided to say nothing. I just kept fucking myself with the toy. But this time I don’t think it worked.

“Fucking whore!” she snarled. Then she grabbed my toy and really started fucking me hard with it. At the same time she put a lot of tension on the rope around my neck.

I really started to rasp and gurgle as she fucked me. My stupid pussy responded as it always did. But this time I became more than a little alarmed at how hard she was strangling me.

I tried to play along. But it was like she was raping me with my toy while she was trying to strangle me to death! She pushed down on my leg and tightened the rope until I could barely get a whisper of air down my windpipe!

I went off like a rocket, my eyes rolling. She kept snarling, “Fucking whore! You fucked him, didn’t you! You fucking loved it, didn’t you!”

I got to the point where I couldn’t breathe at all. But she refused to let up. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I went from one orgasm right into the next… and then the next.

“Whore! Fucking whore! You want to be strangled? Then you’re going to be strangled, bitch!”

I couldn’t stop cumming; I just couldn’t stop cumming! I tried to make my arms reach out to stop her, but they had no strength. My eyes rolled as my tongue slithered out in surrender.

My orgasms suddenly faded. It was as though all my senses had shut down. Then strangely I was looking at Melissa from behind her, watching in astonishment as she kept fucking a woman sitting on the wicker furniture while strangling her just as hard as she could. That’s when I realized that woman was me.

My body was spasming, but I couldn’t feel a thing. My nipples were so hard, my pussy clenching like crazy. But it was as though it was happening to somebody else.

My body on the wicker couch settled down until there were only a few stray muscle twitches. She kept fucking me while strangling me with my own rope set-up. She finally exhausted herself, and she paused to catch her breath, panting like crazy while leaving my toy in my cunt.

“Take that, you fucking whore! You’ll never fuck my Joe again, that’s for sure! You can stay out here and get fucked by everyone who loves necro sex for all I care!”

She walked off in a huff, leaving me there with my eyes glazed over and my tongue sticking out. There was a definite red mark around my neck. My nipples were hard, one of them dripping from the drool that had spilled off my lips.

My corpse sat like that until that one guy came back. I think he wanted seconds. He looked all around to make sure the coast was clear before unzipping his fly, pulling my toy out and then sticking his dick inside my corpse.

I watched him push down on my leg to strangle me as he fucked my body on the furniture. But I didn’t respond. Didn’t he know I was dead?? Maybe my body was warm enough that he wasn’t paying any attention.

He finally took a closer look at me. He blurted out a shocked, “Oh FUCK!” Then he hastily pulled out, zipped up, stuck my toy back into my cunt, and then left. I guess it finally dawned on him he was fucking a corpse.

It was another half hour before Justin came out. He saw my body on the furniture and walked up to it. Then he checked for a pulse.

He shook his head with a heavy sigh, telling my dead body, “I knew this was going to happen one day, Sadie. At least you went out with a bang.” Then he unzipped his fly and started fucking my corpse.

I couldn’t help smiling at what I was seeing. At least he was enjoying my dead body. Besides, I knew my pussy was still wet as hell from all those fucks and all that cum.

He finally emptied himself inside me. Then he pulled out and zipped up. “Guess I’ll have to get around to calling the cops in a few minutes. I’ll have to tell them what happened. I don’t know if you did it to yourself or if someone else did it to you. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.” Then he slowly walked away, shaking his head.

All of the sudden my vision started to get fuzzy. It was like the scene was zooming out. My body was getting farther and farther away. Then it was gone, and I was in some sort of a starfield moving really fast toward some unknown destination, never to experience a strangulation orgasm again…

© 2017 (written for Sadie Oct 17 ’17 by riwa)

(Picture maniped by Sadie and used for illustration purposes only.)

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November 17, 2017 Update 0 (0)

Posted on November 17, 2017 by riwa

It was six months ago today that Mary passed away. I sat at her bedside and held her hand while they disconnected her breathing tube to see if she could breathe on her own. It didn’t take long, and I soon learned the tube she’d been using for several years was more important for lung function that I’d previously assumed.

She was back in ICU because her heart kept stopping on her. On the previous Saturday of that week after I left to go to lunch, a friend told me he stood outside the door listening while they kept shocking her heart to get it going again. I guess she finally got tired of the discomfort of them doing that to her.

When I went back to see her Sunday morning I learned she’d made the decision in the early morning hours for them not to shock her heart again should it quit on her. They were making her comfortable and were no longer feeding her. I was glad the decision was made to see if she could breathe on her own as I didn’t want her to slowly starve until her heart finally stopped again.

For all the years I’d known her she’d expressed a fear of death. Now she didn’t want the pain anymore. I guess at some point we all reach our limits.

Her passing ended my weekly visits to see her, and I got on with my life. I guess I had emotionally severed my connection with her some years before. But Saturdays became a little quieter than usual… perhaps a little bit emptier.

Upon reflection, it occurs to me why I may have handled these last six months in reasonably good order. After all, I’m a sensitive soul and I’m watching my blood pressure. So something like this can affect a person in unseen medical ways. But in my case I seem to be doing all right. For you see, a Saturday tradition has still continued.

I’ve been working on a major writing project for a friend overseas. His gratitude is such that he’s been sending me money to eat out in restaurants I wouldn’t normally visit in my quest to be wise with my spending habits. He would tell me to go eat at a nice place on him after my visit with Mary. And those meals have continued. If anything, those meals have become a regular thing, much to my embarrassment at his generosity.

As I sit here and think about it, it may very well be that Saturdays have not significantly changed all that much other than my loss of a visit with Mary. I still go out to enjoy a nice meal, and I get to chat with friendly waitresses who have gotten to know me through my frequent visits. So in essence I believe he has unknowingly helped me through this time by keeping up something of a tradition so my life didn’t drastically change on the weekends.

Sometimes it helps to pause and reflect. And right now I find myself reflecting on this tradition that may have had more of an impact on helping with my grieving that I thought. Sometimes you just never know what will get you through a trying time.

I suppose if I thought about it further I would have to say that all of you have also helped me through this period. I have had to focus on what I will post next, what variety should I include, and what stories to prepare. It is hard to feel bad about a life event when you are running stories through your head trying to decide what tale to post that your readers might enjoy reading next.

So I want to thank you as well for helping me through these last six months. I strongly suspect it has not been as difficult as it might have been had I not had this outlet to pour my creativity into. So thank you so much for stopping by and for being there. Take care, and I do hope the holidays are special to all of you this year…

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Hell to Pay 3.5 (6)

Posted on November 12, 2017 by riwa

(By guest author CS Fisher)

Melissa closed the door from her carport, and turning inside, stood still for a moment. Too much, she thought. She simply had too much going on.

After a moment, she had gathered her will together and slipped off the jacket of her suit. Draping it over the end of her sofa, she went to look out the window, shoulders tense, a vague ache in her forehead over her eyes, and tension making her hug herself.

The view outside was beautiful, but that didn’t matter. Her attention was inward, not on the sun setting behind the hills to the west, beyond her little swimming pool. The job as director of corporate compliance had been enticing; it was a nine to five position, while friends who had graduated with her were putting in twelve hour days at their law firms. Reviewing policies and procedures, checking what was written with actual practice…it had seemed simple. How much stress could it entail to read dull files, attend daily meetings, and report on the changes that should be made in the policies? How often would a manufacturer of office products deal with the threat of lawsuits?

As it turned out, pretty often. She had reckoned without the internal personnel issues that left bright, competitive managers enraged at capricious firings, indiscreet words from division chiefs drawing civil rights investigations, or mercenary bean counters who would only fund a high school dropout as her administrative assistant. A tearful session with Mike Schiffer, who knew he was about to be fired, had made her stomach churn. Then a confrontation with serial provocateur Ed Lawson, who thought he could bully his way through any situation, had left her trembling with what she recognized was fear after the fact. It had been almost as bad as the confrontation with Jeff Summerall the previous week. They couldn’t prove he was cheating clients. This deprived Melissa of any power in the face of his taunts and veiled threats. He had left, but intimated that he would exact revenge in some unspecified fashion.

Extending one hand out in front of her, Melissa watched it tremble. “God,” she breathed. Abruptly, she moved to the refrigerator where a black cardboard box labelled Pinot Noir dispensed a glass of deep burgundy wine into her coffee mug.

Five minutes later, the cup was empty; and ten minutes later, the refill was also drained. Melissa stared guiltily at the few drops remaining in the bottom. The alcohol was starting to have its effect, though, and by the time the third mug was done, so to was the shaking in her hands and the sense of panic Melissa realized that she had been feeling. The sensation had been like she couldn’t quite get her breath. Taking a book off the shelf next to the sliding glass door to the patio, she kicked off her shoes and seated herself on the sofa to try and read. Five minutes later the sound of her soft snoring could be heard. And was heard by Jeff Summerall, who had been watching and listening in on a nanny-cam he had hidden in Melissa’s home three days previously.

Soon thereafter, he silently let himself in the same way he had entered previously; a master key from a collection he had purchased from a retiring Spanish cat burglar. Inside, he stood and watched Melissa for several minutes. Her snoring deepened, and he smiled as he set his canvas duffel bag down. It was already unzipped, in anticipation of opening it noiselessly.

Carefully withdrawing a set of handcuffs wrapped in paper towels to minimize clinking, he set them on the back of the sofa near where Melissa’s head was slumping on her breast. A clean handkerchief followed, as did a big piece of pre-cut microfoam tape. Lifting the cuffs carefully, Jeff mentally rehearsed the exact moves he would make, and how he would neutralize the reactions his attack would provoke. Standing still over Melissa, he ran through in his head the actions one last time. And he pounced.

When Melissa’s eyes and mouth flew open, Jeff was already straddling her and waiting with the handkerchief folded tightly. When it went into her mouth and she grabbed for it, he was ready; seizing her wrist, he flipped her onto her face with a wristlock any aikido player would have recognized. The cuffs ratcheted shut on her wrists behind her back, the handkerchief was deftly repositioned, and the tape quickly locked it in place while Melissa bucked between his legs.

That done, Jeff paused, resting, his weight holding Melissa down. Thus far, everything had gone according to plan. Pushing himself up, Jeff wiped the sweat off his brow, and realized he had left the duffel out of reach. Oh well, perfection wasn’t possible, he reflected. Grabbing Melissa by an ankle, he dragged her to where the rest of his equipment lay.

Once there, he wrestled with her for a minute to get her onto her face. Then remounting her, he fished into his bag for the cotton sash cord stowed there.

Getting her ankles secured was harder, and he took a bony heel in the face in the process. She had kicked off her pumps before he ever arrived, but he knew he would still have a bruise the next day. Suppressing the urge to pound her face with the side of his fist, he continued working with the cord. At last, soaked with sweat but satisfied, he stood over Melissa while she looked up at him, silent, eyes wide.

”Bitch. I told you there would be hell to pay.” His voice was calm, but the struggle had dried his mouth out, and he had to stop and restate it. She just stared at him.

Leaning over his duffel, he pulled out a hunting knife in its sheath. Unsnapping it and dropping the leather shroud back in his supply bag, he held the knife up to where she could see it. Now Melissa stiffened and whimpered a little.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not going to cut you. If you cooperate.” He bent down to start cutting away her clothes.

A wail escaped from somewhere inside her, loud despite the gag. “I SAID, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Jeff grabbed her throat with his left hand, and held the knife in front of her face, too close for Melissa to focus her eyes. She fell silent, though.

A few minutes later Melissa’s clothing formed a pile of rags on the floor. Melissa lay on her side, blinking away tears and catching shuddering breaths. Jeff smiled. “Hell to pay,” he said, as much to himself as Melissa.

Moving to the sliding glass doors, Jeff slid them wide open to the darkening desert vista outside. The desert air had started to cool, but the concrete radiated dry heat. The odor of chlorine from the pool wafted in. Jeff looked outside, and then moving back in, searched out the light switch panel he knew would be somewhere close at hand. A few experimental flips of a switch, and he found the underwater pool lights, leaving the patio floods off.

Moving to Melissa, he asked, “Are you going to help, or will I have to drag you?” She didn’t understand at first, but soon found herself hopping while Jeff stabilized her and steered her outside. Still half-panicked, Melissa looked around, wondering what was going on. Jeff extended a leg and casually shoved Melissa over it, sending her thudding painfully down onto the concrete. He went back inside while Melissa lay on the warm patio, weeping.

When Jeff returned, he was holding a disk Melissa couldn’t make out in the light cast by the pool lights. The house was on an unlit street with no neighbors in half a mile. All Melissa could tell was that the object was plate-sized. He set it down next to her on the concrete, where it settled with a clank. Jeff knelt by her feet, and Melissa watched as he began securing the object to the cords encircling her ankles. Finished, he looked into her face, his grin was just visible. “Ready for a swim?”

Melissa’s eyes darted to the disk. Recognizing the metal barbell plate now, she started to scream. Jeff lifted the plate with one hand, and grabbing the cordage between her ankles, dragged her to the edge of the deep end of the pool. Dropping the plate in the water first, he said only, “Good bye.” A shove, and Melissa followed the plate to the bottom.

Melissa got only part of a breath before the warm pool water slapped her in the face, and then began pressing in on her eardrums. Melissa landed on the pool bottom on her already-bruised ass, but just made a fleeting contact before her buoyancy started to make her drift upwards. She thrashed, trying to get her hands free, but the cuffs were inescapable, and tight wraps of cordage around her upper arms made it impossible to reach the ropes holding her ankles.
Keeping her eyes open against the sting of the chlorinated water, Melissa looked around desperately for any means of escape. Looking upwards, she could just make out the form of Jeff, standing at poolside, looking down at her.

Terror made her redouble her efforts to tear loose from her restraints, and she began to grow numb as her efforts quickly depleted her oxygen. The urge to breathe in grew stronger, as did the loud pounding of her pulse in her ears. Exhausted and focused on fighting not to inhale, Melissa went still. With the easing of her struggles, the water surface settled a bit, and she could make out Jeff’s smug expression, demonic, lit from beneath by the pool lights in an accurate parody of theatrical ghoul lighting. One more whimper escaped her, and like a slow leak in a car tire, a thin stream of bubbles began to trail upwards from between her lips. The trickle became a flood that roiled the water surface. It cleared just in time for Jeff to watch Melissa open her mouth and gasp a lungful of treated pool water.

Her face changed somehow, the transition from terror to painful agony, guessed. Melissa began thrashing again. It subsided in perhaps ten seconds, and buoyancy gone, Melissa settled down to rest, face up, on the bottom. Her eyes were still open, but her expression had eased. Jeff watched for long minutes to see if he could spot the point at which Melissa’s heart stopped, but disappointingly, nothing seemed to change.

With a bit of a rueful chuckle, he started to turn away, and then stopped to look back one last time. Maybe…

…but no, he could detect no difference in the onetime lawyer’s face. Jeff chuckled, and headed inside to clean up. Just before going, he paused to flip off the pool lights, and wondered if Melissa would have been able to see the stars from where she lay. Probably, he decided, before he left to hike to his car and head home.

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Victor’s Guillotine 5 4.4 (14)

Posted on November 6, 2017 by riwa

5

I don’t think I was nervous about being naked in front of them so much as I was nervous about getting into that damned guillotine again. And this time I’d really stepped in it! I’d all but told Renard to fuck me while I was strapped in.

I finished undressing in front of them. I was trembling a little as Prudence unhappily put her clothes back on. I got the impression I’d taken the spotlight off her by my actions.

She covered herself well by putting on a smile that seemed only partially forced. “Going to try the guillotine with Renard, eh? Let’s see if daddy’s going to end up with a second roaster before it’s all said and done.” Her words didn’t reassure me very much.

I slowly climbed onto the cushioned bench face down, staring at the opening for my neck. I slid myself forward, making sure my legs hung off the end with my ass exposed. Then I pushed my head all the way through the lunette.

I looked down and saw Rita’s blood staining the wicker basket below. I’d forgotten all about that, and I inhaled sharply as I started to get the shakes something fierce. It was all I could do not to slide back out and climb off the bloody thing.

While I was lying there I heard Prudence ask, “Want me to help you strap in your girlfriend, Renard?” She sounded a little indignant over the way he had apparently gotten over her by moving on with me.

“Oh, I think I’ve got it, Prudence. I can strap Julie in myself.”

“Oh no; I insist.”

I felt movement as they got on either side of me. Together they strapped me down with my arms at my sides until I could hardly move. It scared me even more knowing there was no escape for me until someone decided to let me out. I was both frightened and aroused like you wouldn’t believe.

I think Prudence cinched me down a little too tight because I felt a strap snug me down until it pinched me. I yelped and whimpered as I tried to shrug it off while those digital numbers stared me in the face reading 35:00. “Just making sure you don’t fall off, sweetie,” the bitch observed, her attitude showing through as she tugged on the straps.

I felt a swat on my ass, making me flinch. Prudence laughed as she gasped, “I bet you tap that a lot, don’t you, Renard?” I could tell she was trying to enjoy herself despite the fact I seemed to be upstaging her.

“Every chance he gets,” I responded bravely, trying to put on a good front. “Now step around here so I can see your cock, baby. I want to get you n-nice and hard for my pussy.”

I had butterflies in my stomach as I tried to calm my wildly beating heart by taking deep breaths. Renard came around until he was standing right in front of me. When he hesitated, I tried to make Prudence think I’d sucked him many times before as I gasped, “C’mon, baby. Let me t-taste that glorious dick of yours. You know how m-much I enjoy it.”

He hesitated again as though wanting to give me the opportunity to back out. When I didn’t respond, he slowly took it out. My eyes widened in surprise at how nice and thick it was as it started to grow.

He had to help me by sticking it into my mouth. I took him between my lips and started to suck. In no time at all he began to swell until he looked to be a good seven inches long. I decided right then and there Prudence was a fool for giving him up.

I grunted and moaned as I sucked on his thrusting shaft. I was fully aware what he was going to do with it next as I got him nice and hard. Once more I found myself wondering what the hell I was thinking. Then I grunted as though indicating I was ready and that he should go around behind me and fuck me.

His cock slurped out of my mouth from the suction as he pulled out. I was trembling like crazy as I gasped, “I’m really looking f-forward to this, baby. Make it a f-fuck to remember.” If anything I wanted him to do whatever it took to put that bitch in her place despite the risk I was taking.

When he stepped away I again saw that digital number on the wall monitor right in front of me. I glanced down and was reminded of my stupidity when I saw Rita’s blood staining the wicker basket. It really gave me the shakes.

What was I thinking?? Was I totally insane for doing this again, this time with more time showing on the timer? Was this really such a bright idea? What if my head ended up on a pike next to Rita’s??

“Looks like you got a live one here, Renard.” Prudence sounded jealous. Then I heard her tell him, “I’ll set the timer in motion while you start shagging your girlfriend.”

There was a clatch as she fastened the latch to the lunette, locking it down. The digital numbers started moving… 35:01… 35:02… 35:03. It hit me with an erotic jolt as I realized I was now committed to the guillotine for the next five minutes if not longer, depending on how much time Renard took with me.

I felt a nose push up against my puckered anus as a tongue started licking my twat. I gasped and whimpered, unable to wriggle around very much as I was filled with a surge of wildly erotic tingles. What the hell was he doing to me back there??

I stared at the timer, remembering Rita didn’t get to ride the guillotine very long before the blade fell. Then I made the mistake of looking down into that wicker basket again. Once more I saw all those blood stains, and it really set me to trembling like mad. Bloody hell!

Was I to suffer a similar fate?? Had I made a really stupid mistake?? I was filled with fear as well as an incredible arousal as that tongue pushed into my cunt while a nose pressed against my anal opening.

“Getting her all worked up, eh?” Now Prudence really sounded jealous. I half expected her to tell her boyfriend to pay attention, but she didn’t say anything else.

I gasped and whimpered as Renard made me wet as hell. My eyes were locked on those red digits as they ticked my life away… 35:24… 35:25… 35:26. I was frightened of course… and yet I felt such an erotic thrill at the predicament I was in.

A finger pushed into my pussy as he licked and nibbled. I writhed and whimpered as I gasped, “Oh fuck; just like that!” We’d never fucked before, but he was certainly pleasing me as though he knew exactly what would push my buttons.

He rimmed my anus, and I quivered and moaned. He pushed his tongue inside, and I gasped and whimpered. The digital readout passed 36:00 as my heart pounded in my chest.

Rita had gone barely a minute and a half after her program had started. Was I going to go the same way?? For some reason that thought really scared me, and my eyes opened wider as I started to tremble while the timer ticked 36:18… 36:19… 36:20.

He went back to licking my pussy, fingering me as the timer passed 36:35. I winced and whimpered, noting I’d gone longer than Rita. Maybe I was going to be all right after all. But I still had to ride it to 40:00 before I’d be allowed to get out of the bloody contraption.

Renard went back and forth, tonguing my clit and pussy and then rimming my ass. The timer passed 37:00 as I moaned and whimpered. When he tongued my opening as he fingered my cunt, I went off like a rocket.

I shuddered hard in orgasm as my vision dimmed. I panted for breath until it passed. When I looked up, I saw the timer at 37:21… 37:22… 37:23. That’s when Prudence unhappily muttered, “She just came, the lucky bitch.”

I moaned as his face pulled away. Then I felt his cock push right into my pussy. I groaned as he slowly filled me until I was really gasping and whimpering.

He fucked me nice and slow as the timer reached 38:00. I had two more minutes to get through if I was going to survive before the blade fell. But he felt incredible inside me as I writhed and moaned, and I gasped for breath as he fucked pleasure into my cunt.

His thrusts were nice and gentle as though we were in the middle of a long, lazy fuck with no urgency whatsoever. There was nothing either one of us could have done about it at any rate. I was locked into the bloody guillotine until the timer hit 40:00.

He was really thick and hard in my pussy. Instinctively I clenched around his shaft as though trying to pull him deeper inside me. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, especially while staring at that damned digital display. Glancing down at the blood staining the wicker below my head only added to my erotic anxiety.

Prudence came around front into my line of sight until I saw her legs. “Liking that, are we?” she asked. There was a tinge of unhappiness in her tone. She sounded jealous as hell.

“Fuck… you have… no idea! Renard, you never told me… it would be… this incredible!” I said it because I believed it… but also because I was still determined to put the bloody bitch in her place, even if it cost me my head. What the hell was I thinking offering Renard my cunt in the guillotine while his former bitch girlfriend stood and watched??

He was thrusting nice and slow when the timer reached 39:00. There was no change of pace at 39:30. Bloody hell, was he going to take me right on past??

A part of me was expecting the whole thing to shut down at 40:00. But the timer kept going as he went right on fucking me. Now I felt like I was living on borrowed time.

I gasped and whimpered as he started to pick up the pace at 40:43. My pussy felt like it was on fire from an insane arousal. A good, hard thrust at 41:27, and I was orgasming again. But he still hadn’t cum yet.

I felt an erotic jolt as I reconsidered the matter. Had I miscalculated the whole damned thing? Was he going to fuck me until the blade fell just to get back at Prudence?? What had I gotten myself into??

A part of me wanted him to stop; gawd, how I wanted him to stop! But a part of me wanted him to keep on going. I was headed for another orgasm again, and I wanted it before the blade took my bloody head off!

At 41:55 he picked up the pace. I whimpered as he smacked my ass. It just added to the wildly erotic sensation of being helplessly strapped down and fucked while waiting for the damned blade to claim my head.

At 42:31 I heard Prudence grumble, “Lucky bitch. That’s how you’re supposed to fuck me in the guillotine, Kevin!” Then Renard really picked up the pace.

I gasped and moaned as he fucked me harder and faster. Another swat of my ass made me whimper as I began to rock in the guillotine. I found myself wondering how many seconds I had left before the blade fell.

I glanced down to see the blood-stained wicker. Instinctively I closed my eyes for a second, telling myself “This is insane!” as I whimpered anxiously. Was I about to lose my head??

I could hardly catch my breath as the timer reached 43:15. I shuddered hard in orgasm again, wondering if he was going to fuck me until the blade fell. Then I heard Renard cry out behind me as he rammed himself deep inside me.

I felt the warmth of his seed in my pussy, and it set me off again. That’s when I found myself cumming the hardest. At the same time it was the moment I was the most frightened. Just my luck, the blade would come down and sever my head right before he could pop the latch to the lunette.

I came down from my high as Renard slowly thrust in and out of me. I heard him tell her, “Now, Prudence. Pop the latch.” But for some reason she tarried.

He suddenly pulled out of me before he stepped forward. Then I heard the click of the latch. The timer abruptly stopped at 43:36.

I panted heavily for breath as I stared at the digital display, astonished I was still alive. Then I shuddered hard one last time. A moment later everything went black as I passed out.

When consciousness returned I felt hands working to free the straps to my body. Strong hands pulled me out through the opening and helped me sit up. I saw Renard standing there pulling his pants up while looking at me with this smile of sexual satisfaction on his face.

He seemed appreciative of my efforts.  Prudence just scowled as she stood behind him next to her date. “So how was it, Julie?” she asked, sounding jealous as hell.

I had to compose myself for a couple moments before I could answer. I could actually feel his cream leaking out of my pussy. In a trembling voice I told him, “Babe, when you told me about this guillotine, I think you left something out.”

“What did I leave out, Julie?”

“How hard I was going to cum from such an incredible experience.”

I stood up on wobbly legs and kissed him deeply, my naked body pressed up against him. He wrapped his arms around me and returned the kiss. When we pulled away I saw him smile appreciatively.

I had to pause a moment to catch my breath as he handed me my clothes. That’s when I saw Prudence with a distinctly unhappy look on her face. I could not hide my smirk of satisfaction as I started getting dressed.

At that moment I saw Lorraine come into the room. She sighed as she shook her head, putting her hands on her hips. “Prudence? I should have known.”

“Julie rode it too, mom!” her daughter responded indignantly. “Hell, she even rode it longer than I did!”

Lorraine looked at me for a long moment. She must have seen it in my eyes because she chuckled as she shook her head. “At this rate, Victor’s going to start having roasters every time we get together. All right; everyone upstairs. I’m turning it off.”

“Oh, mom!”

“Up!” Then she walked over and did something to the controls because the digital numbers winked out.

We all headed back upstairs. Renard and I went up arm in arm. I leaned close and told him, “That was bloody incredible! No wonder some women want to ride it again and again!” He smiled as he hugged me. Behind us I heard Prudence disgustedly mutter something to her date which I couldn’t make out.

© 2017 (Aug 21 ’17)

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Janet’s erotic dreams: The gator 4 (1)

Posted on October 30, 2017 by riwa

(Bonus story to end October)

I guess you could call me a water baby. I love being in the water as often as possible. Whether you call it aquaphilia or whatever, it means I find myself getting wet every chance I get. That means I end up with some pretty far out underwater dreams.

The Gator

One day I was watching some cheesy gator movies on one of those sci fi channels. A lot of times I watch them just to see some guy or chick get dragged off. The dry land scenes don’t do much for me. It’s only when they get attacked in the water that I really pay attention.

For instance, I love it when they get pulled under, water spewing out of their mouths as they’re screaming their breath away. Anything in the water is exciting. So you know I love the underwater scenes the best.

I can’t begin to imagine that helpless feeling they must have experienced knowing they were going to drown and then get eaten. I guess it got into my subconscious because that night I had a dream about it. You have no idea how erotic it was.

First off, I was in the water in my black latex one-piece swimsuit and my white swim cap. I love the feel of tight latex hugging my body. It’s what I like to wear when I want to experience underwater orgasms.

Anyway, I was in this pond determined to get myself off. It was a hot day, so I was hot in my latex. It made my skin all wet and slippery, and I was really horny.

I didn’t see any warning signs posted so I thought it was all right. I only wanted to swim to the bottom, hold my breath to get off, and then return to the surface. I had no idea I was being watched.

I swam out to the middle of the pond where it was deepest. Then I dove right to the bottom. The pond was muddy, so I stuck my feet into the soil so I wouldn’t drift back up. Then I started rubbing my crotch.

It felt really good. I think I held my breath for a good minute and a half before I needed to go back up. So I headed to the surface and popped up gasping for breath.

I looked around but I didn’t see anyone. So I went back down. I swam to the bottom, stuck my feet into the mud again, and then started touching myself once more.

I was getting pretty close to cumming when I thought I saw movement. I tried to see who or what it was through the murky water as I rubbed myself. The idea of someone sneaking up on me to watch me masturbate was pretty exciting.

I was almost about to cum when I saw what it was. Instead of another swimmer, I saw this huge gator looking right at me. It scared me so bad that I orgasmed right then and there.

It eyed me as though it was checking me out. I tried to get up out of the mud, but my feet were stuck. That really scared me, but it also excited me sexually.

The latex suit was really tight on my body, and it was really rubbing me. Every nerve felt like it was on fire as I tried to get out of that mud. That gator came toward me and I was sure it was going to eat me. Then it sort of bumped me with its snout.

It jarred me loose from the mud, and I shot upward spewing bubbles out of my mouth. I reached the surface gasping and sputtering. But the gator was nowhere in sight. I figured it was somewhere right below me waiting to grab me by my legs, pull me under and drown me.

About that time I saw some people standing on the shore. A girl hollered, “Hey; what are you doing out in that pond?? Don’t you know there are gators in there? Didn’t you see the sign?”

I hollered back, “What sign?”

“This one!” she yelled back as she pulled it out of the ground. She turned it around and showed it to me. It read “Danger: gators present!”

I hadn’t seen it there before, and I was already in trouble in the water with that gator lurking about. So I started swimming toward shore just as fast as I could. That’s when something grabbed my legs and pulled me down to the bottom of the pond. Then it let me go.

I turned and saw that same gator looking at me. I tried to swim away, and it chased after me. I hid behind some post sticking up out of the ground like in that movie Lake Placid. It just twisted onto its side and closed its jaws on either side of the post, narrowly missing me because it couldn’t close its jaws around that post.

I shot up to the surface but I was alone. All those people must have cleared out. Then that gator came up and started coming after me.

I tried to swim to shore, but it grabbed my legs and pulled me under again. By this time my suit was really rubbing against me, turning me on something fierce. I remember crying out as I orgasmed hard while losing my breath underwater.

Somehow I must have gotten loose because I floated up to the surface on my back. That gator came up to the surface and swam toward me. Before I could move it grabbed me in its mouth, gulping my legs down and nearly swallowing me whole.

I knew if I went down its gullet I was a goner. So I grabbed onto its snout, trying not to get myself swallowed as it held me up out of the water. I could feel it trying to swallow me, so I held on tight and wouldn’t let go.

It tried and tried, but it couldn’t swallow me. My suit was so tight I could tell I was going to cum again. I could feel its mouth trying to work me into its stomach, and I was both scared and aroused.

It lowered its head into the water, totally submerging me. It held me underwater like it was going to drown me, and I had to hold my breath. I got so aroused with my latex suit so tight that I went off again in orgasm, wriggling like crazy in its mouth.

It lifted me back up out of the water and I gasped for breath, still caught in its mouth. Its eyes gleamed hungrily at me as it tried swallowing me again. When I hung on tight and refused to let go of its snout, it submerged me again.

This time it swam me all the way to the bottom of the pond. I struggled to get out of its mouth, but it had me in a really good grip. My tight suit was driving me crazy as it rubbed me just right, and I went off in orgasm once more.

I wriggled and writhed in its mouth as I had a pretty intense orgasm. I lost a lot of bubbles as it tried swallowing me. Then it took me back up to the surface.

My lungs were screaming as it lifted its head up. Somehow I got another good breath while it tried swallowing me again up at the surface. Then it took me back down into the water. I barely got one last breath before we went under.

We went all the way to the bottom where it tried swallowing me again. I could feel how tightly it had me in its mouth. It made my suit so tight against my pussy and clit that I went off in orgasm yet again.

Everything went dim all around me when I had that orgasm. That’s when I realized I’d lost my grip on its snout. I could feel it swallowing me, pulling me deeper into its stomach.

I did everything I could as I thrashed about in its mouth. But it wouldn’t let me go or take me back to the surface. My lungs were on fire; I knew I couldn’t hold my breath much longer.

I was all the way inside when it started to close its mouth. That’s when I knew I was a goner. I started cumming so very hard as my tight suit rubbed against my crotch. Then everything went black, and I was cumming and drowning inside its stomach.

Then I woke up…

© 2017 (written for Skip and Janet Sep 14 ’17 by riwa)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 4 4.3 (10)

Posted on October 30, 2017 by riwa

4

Stew and I watched in amazement as some assistants walked into that conference room and cleaned up the mess. We both got up and went over to the table to sit down for a rest. It wasn’t long until an attendant came in with drinks for the both of us.

We each took one and downed almost half in one gulp. I really needed a drink after what I’d just seen. Stew seemed just as incredulous as I was, even after it was all over. It was as though the images were still fresh in our minds.

The conference room got boring, so we turned it off. We turned on a live feed of the Entertainment stage, but nothing was happening there either. The roulette wheel was going as people stood around it gambling away. But that was about it.

“Still want to hang?” Stew finally asked after we’d almost finished our drinks.

“Yes… no… fuck; I don’t know! That was so crazy, Stew… and yet it was so fucking hot! I think what I really need right now is a good, hard fucking.”

He looked at me for a second as though asking with his eyes if I wanted to be fucked by him. That’s when I suggested we wander around the club and check out some of the other rooms. I told him, “This is my last night, Stew. Do you suppose we could go around and find others to fuck before I hang for you?”

“What have you got in mind, Janelle?”

“I don’t know, Stew. Maybe we could find another couple. Or how about if we find a female to play with for a while? You could fuck her while she fucks me. Would you like to see some sexy bitch fuck your dear, sweet sister?”

He looked at me and his eyes lit up. “Damn, Janelle. That sounds kind of hot.”

“What if we find a bunch of guys for a gangbang, Stew? Imagine one of them popping my sensor. That way I’d have to give them all a final performance in the noose up on the Entertainment stage. What do you think about that?”

“Damn, sis. It sounds like you want it all!”

“Why not, Stew? If this is going to be my last night, why not go out in style? Can you imagine anything hotter than me hanging up onstage with cum leaking out of my cunt and ass from a bunch of other guys? I’m getting really turned on just thinking about it!”

“So you want me to pimp you out while I watch?”

“Fuck; that would be hot!”

We both looked at the door, half expecting visitors at any moment. I wanted to be used like a whore before I danced in the noose for Stew. But no one came in to fuck me.

“What do you think, Janelle?” Stewart asked as he stood up. He got a couple of bags to carry our clothes around. Then he suggested we go around and look for some action if there wasn’t any taking place in our room.

I thought about the conference room, and it put a worried look on my face. “Stew, what about dad? What if he catches us? What if he wants to send us home?”

“I suppose we could try to be careful moving around the casino. If we stick to these back rooms we should be ok for a while. I’m just wondering what he will do if he catches us going to the Entertainment stage and wants to stop us.” He paused before carefully asking, “Are you SURE you want to hang for me tonight?”

“Sometimes I wonder about that, Stew. But then I remember that sexy bitch in that conference room being stabbed. She acted as though she wanted it, and that’s what made it extra hot for me. So I want to stick around a while, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“What if your sensor pops, sis?”

In response I just grabbed an imaginary noose and pulled it upward as though it was around my throat. I tilted my head sideways and then stuck my tongue out while acting as though I was rasping for breath. I did it for a couple of seconds before grinning at him.

Stew rolled his eyes and shook his head. He went and checked the hall to see if the coast was clear. Then we snuck out of our room wearing club robes while carrying our clothes in a couple of bags. I was really hoping to find someone else to fuck, just to have some fun before I did my airdance for Stewart.

We found an occupied room three doors down. The door indicated there was a couple inside and that it was open for anyone to join. So Stew used our pager to open it up.

When we stepped inside we saw a middle-aged couple lying in bed kissing and caressing each other. Stew was apologetic as he told them, “I’m sorry. The door said we could come in and join you.”

“Come on in,” the woman with brown hair down to her shoulders told us, smiling as she waved us to come closer. She had nice tits that were a bit larger than mine. Then she invitingly patted the bed as she told her companion, “The more the merrier; right, Jerry?”

“That’s right,” he responded with a smile. “I’m Jerry, and this is my wife Haley. We love to entertain.” Then he looked at us before carefully observing, “You two look like you’re not much older than 20.”

“Pretty close,” I told them with a smile. “We just wanted to come to the Club for a night of fucking. We don’t really care who we do it with.” I decided not to reveal to them my true motives.

His wife told me, “Honey, you look good enough to eat.” Then Haley smiled at Stew as she asked, “Mind if I have a sample of your…?”

“I’m Stewart and this is my girlfriend Janelle. You can sample her all you want.”

I almost chuckled at the lie. I guess Stew didn’t want to tell them we were brother and sister. I suspected they might figure it out anyway if they paid any attention at all.

I dropped my robe as well as my bag of clothes before crawling naked into their bed. Haley began kissing me right away. She had the softest lips, and it set my pussy on fire.

We started making out with each other; touching, fondling and caressing every body part imaginable. Haley invited Stew to get into the bed right next to her as she kissed me deeply. He started rubbing her all over as Jerry got real handsy with me. It was incredibly erotic.

Haley got me flat on my back. Then she went down between my legs and started eating me out as Stew and Jerry licked and sucked on my nipples. Damn, that was hot!

She fucked me with her fingers as she nibbled on my nub. It wasn’t long until I was writhing and moaning. “We just love young blood,” Jerry breathed before he went back to work on one of my nipples.

It wasn’t long before she had me wriggling and squirming and crying out. A couple minutes later she tongued an orgasm right out of me. It was loud, intense and satisfying.

We changed places so I could eat her out while the guys sucked on her nipples. I wasn’t used to licking girls, although I thought I knew what I was doing. I must have been doing something right because she started gasping, “Fuck… gawd… FUCK; DON’T STOP!” Then she really went off, screaming in orgasm. It was incredibly sexy the way I made her cum like that.

We ended up flat on our backs side by side, Jerry eating me out as Stew worked on her muff. We turned and kissed each other while occasionally touching each other. The guys both got us to pop off in orgasm again while using their tongues.

We shifted places so Stew and Jerry were flat on their backs while we sucked their cocks. I did Jerry while she did Stew. It was so fucking awesome seeing another woman suck my brother’s dick.

Haley panted as she told Stew, “Now I want you to fuck me!”

“Ok,” he replied. “Let me get a condom.”

“Oh hell no! I want to feel you cum inside me!”

“Works for me!” I said with a grin as I climbed onto Jerry and impaled myself on his cock without any protection. I was planning on hanging anyway, so a popped sensor was no big deal to me.

Haley climbed onto Stew, and we rode those dicks cowgirl while panting, moaning and whimpering like crazy. It was so fucking sexy fucking another couple like that. It was even hotter knowing us girls weren’t using condoms.

It wasn’t long until my mind started to go crazy. I imagined Haley and I popping our sensors and being forced to hang together. Or maybe they would have to behead us as we faced each other in the guillotines. I wanted to hang, but I decided I might be open to a sexy beheading if the situation called for it.

After a while we climbed off and changed positions so the guys could fuck us from behind. We ended up kissing each other while we both got a good shafting. It was super-hot, and I had one hell of an orgasm before we wound things down.

After we were finished, an attendant brought in drinks and I had something that was refreshing. Afterwards we thanked them for a really great time. They told us to come back to their room anytime we wanted. Then we put on our robes and got our clothes. We told them we had a lot of fun and that we’d be more than willing to come back later if things worked out.

We were almost to the door when Haley loudly declared, “Boyfriend and girlfriend, eh? If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were brother and sister.” There was a knowing smile on her face.

Stew nervously asked, “Would that bother you if we were?”

“Not at all,” Jerry replied with a grin. “It’s going to be a hot story when we tell our friends back home how we fucked a brother and sister at the Club. You two wouldn’t by any chance be doing it with each other, would you?”

I smiled as I coyly responded, “We don’t kiss and tell.”

“That means they are,” Haley laughed, seeing right through me. “Fuck; that’s even hotter knowing we fucked an incestuous brother and sister!”

They waved goodbye as we walked out the door in our robes with our bags of clothes in hand. We looked up and down the hall, but there was no sign of daddy. Then I exhaled as I told Stew, “That was really hot!”

“What do you want to do now, sis?”

“I don’t know, Stew. I was kind of exhausted at first. But now I’m starting to get my second wind.”

“Me too. I guess we can go down the hall and check the other rooms if you want.”

We went down the hall, but the two rooms we found were “closed”. I guess whoever was inside didn’t want any visitors. I decided not to take it personal.

We checked some of the other hallways. We found the snuff rooms and opened up an empty one. Seeing the noose dangling in the middle of the room made my breath catch in my throat.

“Want to check this one out, sis?” Stew asked with a grin.

“Gawd; we’d better not, Stew. I don’t want to get carried away, not when the night is still young.” I was afraid my desires might overpower my senses and that I might convince Stewart in the heat of the moment to take me all the way.

We walked to the opening into the casino and looked inside. A lot of machines were in use; hardly anyone looked at us. But I felt a little self-conscious standing there in our robes. So we headed back down the hall.

We were back among the sex rooms checking doors when we saw a couple coming down the hall in our direction. The woman was a sexy redhead in a slinky black dress. The guy wearing the nice shirt and slacks was bald and muscular.

They must have been in their late thirties. But there was something about them that made me shudder. They both excited and frightened me, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

“Hi, kids,” the redhead asked with a seductive smile. “What are you two doing back here?”

“We were, uh… checking out rooms, I guess.” I don’t know why I was so flustered.

“Looking to have a little fun? Would you like some company?”

I looked at Stew and he looked at me. “Up do you, Janelle.”

I told them, “Sure; why not? I’m here to get fucked anyway; right?”

“Ever been with a woman?” she asked as they came closer.

“I recently gave one an orgasm with my tongue,” I said proudly.

“Is that so? Got enough energy left inside to replicate that feat?” Then she kissed me so deeply I nearly dropped my bag as my pussy got wet.

The bald guy opened the door with his pager and we went inside. The room looked like it hadn’t been used. It made me wonder if they’d come in previously and cleaned it or if we were the first ones to be using it that evening.

She sat on the bed and in a seductive voice purred, “Show me what you got, kiddo.” So I started kissing and groping her. When I looked around for Stewart I saw he and the bald guy had taken up a couple chairs to watch.

I slowly peeled her out of that dress while kissing and caressing her. There was something about her that really made me hot. When she started moaning, that turned me on even more.

She had a sexy lacy bra and panties that I pulled off. I sucked on her nipples before kissing my way down to her crotch. Seeing how wet I was making her turned me on even more… “Yeah… fuck yeah… damn, kiddo; you’re good!”

I thrust my fingers into her wet pussy while nibbling on her nub. She started gasping as she stiffened… “Yes – yes – yes!” Then she went off in orgasm.

After that it was my turn. I laid on the bed as she began kissing me and licking me out. That’s when her bald companion undressed and got into bed naked with us.

He knelt close to my head, so I grabbed his cock and started tugging it. Then I sucked him into full hardness. The sexy redhead made it hard to catch my breath as I took that cock into my mouth.

She licked me until I cried out in orgasm with a mouthful of cock. Then she pulled me off the bed. “Now you can suck Melvin’s cock, kiddo. I want you to get it ready to fuck you!”

I went to work sucking on her companion’s cock, getting more and more excited at the thought of him fucking me. I glanced over at Stew to see he had shed his robe and was stroking his dick. It looked like he was all turned on watching me.

Things took a dramatic change when the redhead went to a closet. When she returned she had a set of cuffs in her hand while she was attaching a large strap-on around her waist. I felt an erotic jolt when I saw that.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked Stew. He just smiled and shook his head… “No, I don’t mind.” That’s when she cuffed my wrists behind my back. Then she and Melvin stood up with me kneeling between them.

“Suck our cocks, kiddo! Get them all wet and ready for your pussy and ass!”

I went back and forth, although it was a little hard since I wasn’t able to use my hands. They guided my head, forcing me a lot which really turned me on. Then she made Melvin sit on the bed as I sucked him off. That’s when she came up behind me, slid that strap-on into my cunt and started fucking me with it.

Fuck; what a rush! I couldn’t believe how sexy it was the way she was dominating me. Stew just sat there the whole time, his cock hard in his hand.

She fucked me really hard for a few minutes. Then she made me turn around on my knees and suck my juices off her strap-on. She had a hand in my hair, forcing me as she really gave it to me good.

She turned me around, and it was back to sucking Melvin while she fucked me from behind. That’s when I heard her voice in my ear… “Don’t you fucking cum yet, kiddo!” I gasped and whimpered… it just wasn’t fair!

She made me climb onto the bed with Melvin where I straddled him before I proceeded to impale myself on his cock. She climbed on and made me suck her strap-on while I was riding him. I gagged and grunted while she hissed, “Ride him, Kiddo! Suck my dick and ride him! But don’t you dare fucking cum!”

That went on for several minutes until she forced me down on top of him with his cock still inside me. I felt her push into my ass from behind with that strap-on. Then she told me, “Now we’re going to sandwich you so we can see how well you can take it, kiddo.” That’s when they really started pounding me.

I cried out as they fucked me good and hard. I begged her to let me cum, but she refused. That’s when Melvin wrapped his hands around my throat.

I squawked as I heard the redhead ask Stewart, “She doesn’t mind a little asphyxia, does she?”

“Not at all” was his sadistic reply. Was he getting back at me for wanting him to hang me?

Melvin choked me harder as she fucked my ass with that strap-on. I had to fight like hell to hold it back. My voice rasped as I kept on begging, “Can I cum? Please, can I cum??” But Melvin just choked my breath off.

My body was on fire as I grunted and groaned. Then she hissed into my ear, “Now you can cum as I fuck your ass, kiddo!” That’s when I went off like a rocket as she rammed my ass good and hard.

I was just coming down off my high when she pulled out of me. She laid down on the bed and made me climb on, impaling my pussy on her strap-on. “Ride me, kiddo!” she demanded as she reached up and mauled my tits.

I bounced up and down as I gasped for breath. She let me do that for a few minutes before she told Melvin to climb aboard and fuck my ass in another sandwich. He climbed on behind me and slowly pushed his cock up my butt until I was double-stuffed again.

She hissed, “Don’t you dare fucking cum, kiddo!” Then she reached up and grabbed my throat, choking me off as they double-teamed me. I gasped and grunted like crazy, desperate to obey and hold it back.

For a minute I thought she was really going to choke me out. It was a little scary… and yet it was so fucking hot. Then she hissed, “Cum for us, you fucking whore!”

Treating me like that quickly pushed me right over the edge. I rasped and shuddered in orgasm as my whole body quivered and shook. I felt an incredible heat rush through me; it was absolutely unbelievable!

When I came crashing down from my high, Melvin pulled out of my ass. My hands flexed weakly behind my back. Then Melvin helped me off the redhead.

She turned toward Stewart and waved him over. “Now I want to ride your cock, baby!” The poor guy had been watching the whole time and looked like he was more than ready to pop.

She made him lie down flat on his back on the bed. She straddled him reverse cowgirl, slowly impaling him with her ass. She made Melvin push me close so I could eat out her dripping pussy while tending to her swollen nub. Then she had him fuck my ass again.

You have no idea how hot that was. Stew looked like he was having one hell of a good time with his cock up her butt. I slobbered all over her wet pussy while Melvin gave my ass a really hard pounding.

Once more I was told I wasn’t allowed to cum. Melvin wrapped his hands around my throat from behind. Then the redhead really started riding Stew as she told me to lick her muff like a good little whore.

I rasped and gurgled as I tried using my tongue. It must have gotten her off seeing my face so red. I even heard her tell my brother he could cum up her ass anytime.

Stew let out a cry as he finally got to unload his balls up her butt. She screamed, “FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” as I furiously tongued her while getting pounded from behind. Then she told me, “Now you can cum, you fucking whore!”

I tried to scream, but Melvin’s hands nearly closed off my throat. I shuddered so hard I got dizzy and disoriented. Then I felt his hot spunk up my ass, and I went right into another cum.

We all finally calmed down while kissing and making out with each other. Melvin pulled out of my ass, got the keys and released me from the cuffs. The redhead kissed me and told me it was a hell of a lot of fun fucking me the way she did. Then they got a couple of robes, got their clothes all bagged up, and left.

Stew and I laid in bed for a while until an attendant came in with a tray of drinks. It was just what I needed. We both got up naked and took a couple glasses from her. She didn’t seem to mind seeing our nudity.

We sat at the table sipping our drinks while talking about what had just happened to us. Stewart asked what I thought, and I had to tell him how hot it was being fucked and dominated like that. Then I told him I now wanted to dominate another female just like that.

We both took a quick shower to wash the sex off our bodies. Then we got our bags of clothes. We put on our robes before Stew checked the hall to see if the coast was clear before we exited the room.

We didn’t find any open rooms down the sex hallway. So we tried some snuff rooms. We found one that was open indicating two women were inside.

I got all excited thinking we might get to have some fun with these two. I told Stewart I might even let him hang one of them if we thought we could get away with it. I knew we probably couldn’t because they didn’t belong to us. But it was fun getting Stew all worked up as he used his pager to let us inside.

What we saw when we stepped inside made us gasp in astonishment. One sexy blonde with larger tits was all strapped down in the electric chair, with those metal posts up both her holes and wires on her nipples and clit. An attractive brunette was tied spread-eagled to the bed. They both had ball-gags in their mouths as they grunted at our arrival.

Stewart was incredulous. “Damn, sis! They’re all set up and ready for us! You mean we get to play with them just like this?”

“Sure looks like it!” I gasped excitedly as I eyed the blonde in the chair. “Maybe I’ll fry this one while you fuck the other one. Then we can cut off one head using the guillotine over there while we hang the other.”

They both stiffened as they grunted in alarm. I didn’t really intend to do that to them as I just wanted to scare them. But I sure as hell loved the way they reacted.

“Any restrictions?” I asked as I saw my brother climb into bed and start kissing and groping that one.

“I didn’t see any in the door panel, Janelle.”

“That means you can fuck her without using a condom, right?”

“I suppose so, sis.”

“Just look at them, Stew! I think they’re sisters!” There certainly was a family resemblance.

I found the remote to the chair lying on the little table for anyone to use. I grabbed it with a wicked smile, pointing it at my victim as I slowly powered up the current. The one in the chair began wriggling and squirming deliciously.

Stewart pawed and groped the other one until he got hard and had to empty his balls. He left her all tied up and gagged as he climbed on top. He stuck his dick in her and started fucking her good and hard as I jolted her sister.

It was erotic as hell frying that woman in the chair. I hit her with the juice until she had a really sexy orgasm. Then I powered the chair down before doing it to her all over again.

Stewart took his time with her sister, telling me how nice and tight she was and that she was a good, hot fuck. I loved seeing him give it to her good. He even made her cum, the lucky bitch.

I was right in the middle of giving the one in the chair another really good jolt of electricity when her sister gave out a cry of pain from the bed. “Damn, Stew! What the hell did you do to her??”

“Nothing, Janelle! I was just fucking her!” Then he slowly pulled out of her, only to gasp in surprise.

“Fuck, sis! This one just popped her sensor!”

“What? Are you fucking kidding me??”

The girl in the chair looked at her sister in alarm. I gasped, “Damn, Stew! Are you serious?? You’re not pulling my leg, are you?”

“Take a look, Janelle!” Sure enough, her sensor had popped out of her bellybutton and was now glowing a bright red.

“Damn, Stew! That’s so fucking hot! What do we do with them now?”

“How the hell should I know, sis?” And with that neither one of us knew what else to say.

It was incredible! We were in a room with two sisters, and now one of them just had popped her sensor!  All I know is it gave me one hell of an erotic buzz knowing one of them had just been condemned to die in the Club…

© 2017 (written by riwa Sep 23 ’17)

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Posted on October 27, 2017 by riwa

Coming November rewards

Chapter four of Team Discipline and the Club story Vanessa’s Education (completing those short series)
Chapter five (and maybe six) of First-timer (a “dry” story)
Chapter two of Water Babies
2-4 shorts including Consensual Drownings and Consensual Asphyxia.
2-3 stories being prepared or re-edited for the library (Including a recently started drowning peril picture story)

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Shot at dawn 4.2 (18)

Posted on October 24, 2017 by riwa

Shot at dawn

I’m a beat reporter for the Lancaster Angry Bee. I hadn’t written what I thought was a decent article in months. The news of the day always focused on politics, celebs, or sports… all of which bored me to tears.

Everything changed for me the day my editor Sam Frickle came up to me three days ago. “Norma, ever hear the name Winston Winchester?”

“Can’t say that I have.” Then I thought about it for a moment.

That name did sound vaguely familiar. Where had I heard it before?

“This guy is legally shooting women over in Barton County. I just read another obit from over there. Norma, I want you to go check into it and write up a story.”

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“Apparently he’s never been interviewed before. I want you to see if you can go speak to him. Get me a good story out of this, Norma, and you won’t be sorry.”

“What if he shoots me?”

“Try not to get shot.”

“Thanks a lot!”

The first thing I did was go back to my desk and look him up on the computer. I found out there was definitely a Winston Winchester in Barton County. And according to court documents, he did have a license to shoot women. Damn!

I got the address and drove three hours to his estate. It was in a rural part of Panoma where the closest neighbor looked to be a couple miles away. There was a large gate with a little video speaker box mounted on a metal pole in the opening to the lane.

I nervously buzzed in and announced myself as Norma Jones, beat reporter for the Lancaster Angry Bee. I said I was there to do a story on Winston Winchester. The response I got was “Sorry, miss, but he doesn’t give out interviews.”

 “I drove a really long way to be here. Can’t I get just ten minutes of his time?”

There was a long pause. I wondered if I was going to be sent away empty-handed. To my surprise there was a buzz before the large metal gate parted.

“Thank you so much!” I called into the little speaker. “I really appreciate it.” Then I drove through, watching the rearview mirror with some trepidation as the gate closed behind me.

As I made my way up the drive I saw rolling hills and manicured lawns surrounded by woods heavy with oaks, maples and elms. I drove up to a circular drive where a gentleman came out and offered to park my vehicle. Another came out and escorted me inside.

I was led down a hall where I waited as my escort knocked on the door. “Miss Jones to see you, sir.”

“Send her in.”

“He’ll see you now, Miss Jones. Please don’t aggravate him.” And with that I was motioned to enter as he opened the door for me.

A grey-haired man in his late thirties or early forties sat behind a desk. He smiled appreciatively at me as he rose up. He came around and greeted me warmly… “It’s so nice to meet you, Miss Jones.”

He may have been ruggedly handsome. But the idea of him shooting ladies put me off right away. I’m afraid I wasn’t in the best of moods as I declined to shake his hand.

“Mr. Winchester, I’ll get right to the point. I understand you execute women here on your property?”

“It’s all perfectly legal, Miss Jones.”

“It is according to the court records, Mr. Winchester. But I find it a little hard to believe. My impression is these women must have been brought here against their will. Is this true?”

“On the contrary, Miss Jones. They all come of their own free will. They spend all night with me. Then at dawn I take them out to a post at the edge of the woods and I shoot them.”

I was stunned at the callousness of his remark and the calmness with which he presented it to me. “Mr. Winchester, do you know how absurd that sounds?”

He was not the least bit put off by my brusque manner. If anything he remained amazingly polite. “It does sound fantastical, Miss Jones. But I can assure you they do it willingly. It’s a price they’re willing to pay in order to spend their last night with me.”

“Mr. Winchester, I simply cannot believe it.”

“That is your prerogative, Miss Jones. But it is true nonetheless.” He paused before adding, “In fact I have a special guest coming today.”

“You do?” Now I was really astonished.

“Her name is Dorothy Curtis. She’d flying all the way in from England.”

“To be shot by you??” The idea was simply too unfathomable for me to be able to process.

“She knows I will shoot her at dawn, yes.”

It occurred to me there might be an opportunity here. But would he go along with it? “Mr. Winchester, might I be permitted to interview Miss Curtis?” Then I held my breath, anticipating the worst.

To my surprise he actually smiled at me. “Miss Jones, I will ask the lady. It will be totally up to her. I do not mind as I have nothing to hide. In the meantime I’ll have Greeves get you a room for the night along with some nourishment.” And with that he pushed a button on his speakerphone, calling for his man to come see to my needs.

Greeves came and escorted me away, the same man who had previously brought me to the den. He was a man whose health belied his age. He said he was sixty-two, although I thought him to be in his forties.

During my time in his presence I learned he was paid well and that he was allowed to live on the estate. In return he was the one responsible for carrying out all the details of his master’s executions. He answered all my questions as though he had nothing to hide.

Upon request, he actually took me outside and led me to the edge of the woods. He showed me the stake the women were secured to for their execution. The base around the circular wooden post was bereft of grass, no doubt due to all the bare feet that frequently stood there.

I saw red stains upon a portion of the post where it looked like it had taken a couple of hits. I lightly brushed a fingertip over the surface. Something made me shudder as I considered all the women who had previously died here.

“How many…?” I started to ask.

“Sixteen,” Greeves replied immediately as though anticipating my question.

“Really?” He just nodded his head in the affirmative. I was silent and contemplative as he led me back to the house to show me to my room…

–

That evening I was granted a short audience with Miss Dorothy Curtis who had arrived by limo. She was 42, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a nice rack on her chest. She was professionally dressed in a business jacket and skirt with short heels.

She told me she’d flown all the way over from England because she wanted to meet Winston Winchester. She’d heard about his prowess with the women, and she wanted to experience that for herself. She knew she was destined to be shot at dawn, but that was a price she was willing to pay. In fact, she almost sounded like she was looking forward to it.

I asked her why she wanted to die. In response she told me she didn’t think she had a death wish. She simply wanted to be shagged by this man, shagged being a British expression for sex. Then she wanted to die for him. She said she found the idea of being shot naked at dawn particularly appealing.

That was all the time I was granted as she didn’t want to waste a minute more away from his presence. She was whisked off to see Winston Winchester. They dined alone while I ate separately, a meal Greeves fixed that was superb. Then he excused himself, telling me preparations had to be made for Miss Curtis’ burial the next morning.

I was left to my own devices so long as I did not make a pest of myself. I wandered the grounds of the estate, my mind in turmoil. I was still confounded by the idea women would willingly come here to be “shagged and then shot” as Miss Curtis had so eloquently put it.

That night I wandered the halls of the manor. A couple times I heard cries coming from down a forbidden hall. I was told it was the location of the Winchester bedroom where the evening’s sexual liaisons were to take place.

I’m sure I heard Miss Curtis scream his name in orgasm a couple of times as the hour drew late. I went to bed, but I could not sleep. I put on a robe and wandered the halls again, only to hear Miss Curtis screaming his name again in bliss.

It was more than a little disconcerting, knowing she was to be shot in the morning. I had a hard time processing the idea of sex and death. Eventually I went back to bed.

I was awakened the next morning by Greeves before the sun came up. I was taken to that same den where I found Miss Curtis in a robe awaiting me. She had a blissed look in her eyes as though she’d recently been pleasured.

“He told me you might have a couple more questions before my execution, Miss Jones. What would you like to know?”

The idea of her impending execution was heavy on my mind. Strangely I was experiencing a certain shameful arousal at the idea. “I do have a couple questions, Miss Curtis. For instance, what does it feel like knowing you’re to be shot in a few minutes?”

“Anything for Winston Winchester, Miss Jones,” she said dreamily. “Such a lovely man. Had we gone any longer, I believe I would have died from orgasming one too many times. To answer your question I’d say I’m both excited and nervous. But after the pleasure he gave me last night, being shot for his enjoyment makes it all totally worth it.”

I was flabbergasted. Was she really that eager to die for him?? “Miss Curtis, do you mean to tell me you’re actually looking forward to being shot??”

“It’s a fetish of his, love. He made wonderful love to me, and in return I’m going to allow him to shoot me and then bury me. But oh, how this last night was worth it!”

I wanted to ask her a few more questions. Unfortunately Mr. Winchester arrived a few moments later. I knew her time was short when I saw the rifle in his hands, causing my heart to race as my breath caught in my throat.

It’s perverse, I know. But now I had had this really strange desire to witness her execution. I justified my feelings by telling myself it was only to add to the weight of my forthcoming article.

“I have one last request, Miss Curtis. Might I, uh… might I be permitted to witness your execution?”

I looked at Mr. Winchester, half expecting him to shake his head. To my utter surprise he answered, “I have no objections. What about you, Miss Curtis?”

She gave me a coy look as she asked, “Do you want to watch me get shot, love? Are you thinking about volunteering later?”

“Good heavens; no!”

My heart leaped into my throat at such a crazy suggestion. But I could not explain why I was suddenly so wet down below. Then she looked at me as though looking right through me before saying, “I have no objections.”

“Then it’s time, Miss Curtis.”

“I’m ready, love,” she replied to her executioner. I felt another erotic jolt as I found myself struggling for my next breath.

Dorothy dropped her robe before she rose to her feet. She was completely nude as he proffered a small length of rope. She dutifully brought her arms behind her back, allowing him to secure her wrists together. Then he escorted her out of the den with me in tow, the rifle still in his possession.

We walked outside toward that stake on the edge of the woods. To be honest I’m not sure who was more affected by her impending execution: Dorothy or me. My breath caught in my throat again at what I was about to witness.

Dorothy seemed to become more excited by the moment at the situation she found herself in. I caught sight of her erect nipples as he led her over to the post. I also noticed her crotch was trimmed and glistening with moisture.

Greeves was already out there near the post, calmly telling Mr. Winchester the grave had been prepared. Then he came over to stand next to me. I was to witness the execution with him from a short distance away.

Mr. Winchester calmly walked Dorothy up to the stake as though he’d done this sixteen times before. He freed her hands long enough to retie her to the post. She appeared to be in a state of breathless excitement.

He gave her a long, lingering kiss on the lips. I saw him finger her crotch, causing her to wince and moan. Then he calmly walked to a spot a few yards away.

Her breathing intensified, her breasts rising and falling as she began to tremble. He glanced over at the Eastern sky which was growing lighter by the moment. Then he hefted up the rifle and took careful aim as the sun’s rays began to glint out over the lawn.

“Kill me now, lover!” Dorothy cried out deliriously as she panted like crazy.

I’m almost certain she was all caught up in orgasm at that very moment. Or maybe it was just her bladder releasing. Anyway, that’s when the rifle went off, causing me to jerk with a start.

A bloody wound appeared in Dorothy’s left breast. She slumped forward, shot right through the heart. I felt butterflies in my stomach as it occurred to me just how aroused I had become.

Winchester paused for a moment as though admiring his kill. Then he came walking over in our direction. He was breathing heavily and he had a noticeable bulge in his trousers.

“An excellent shot if I do say so myself. She was wonderful. See that she gets a good burial, Greeves.” Then he nodded at me… “Miss Jones” before he went back to the house. And that… was that.

I stood there panting heavily for breath as I watched Greeves walk up to Miss Curtis. He freed her from the post and slung her naked body over his shoulder. Then he carried her off into the woods.

I’ll never forget the look of frozen shock in her lifeless eyes…

*****

And so, dear readers, I sit here naked in Winchester’s den, putting the finishing touches on this article. In forty-two minutes I will be tied to his stake. In forty-three minutes I will be dead, shot through the heart.

 Why am I doing this? Even now I am not sure I can give you a satisfactory answer. After all, I can’t even give myself a satisfactory answer… and I’ve been pondering it ever since I signed the papers last night.

 Yes, the sex was wonderful. I’m still feeling aftershocks of pleasure. But I cannot tell you the sex is the reason I consented to this.

 Watching the execution of Dorothy Curtis had a profound effect on me, one I still cannot explain. Does that make Winchester a pied piper? Maybe so. But I take full responsibility for the decision. It was mine to make and not his.

 Yesterday he took me out into the woods and showed me where I’ll be buried. There will be no pine box or fur-lined casket. I’ll simply be joined with the earth. There is something strangely thrilling about that.

 What am I feeling as I sit here waiting for him? I feel both scared and excited. I think that gives me a special understanding of what Miss Curtis must have felt when she was sitting in this very same chair waiting to die just a few short days ago.

 This will be my last news article. Seriously, how can I top this? Anything else will seem trite and irrelevant compared to what I’ve witnessed during my short time here.

 I will share one more thing. Last night while we were making love, I was consciously aware he was going to kill me this morning. That knowledge made me feel more alive than I could have possibly imagined. It made the orgasms I experienced feel like nothing I have ever felt before.

 I wish I could share with you my final thoughts as he marches me out to the stake. I suspect I will feel exactly the way Miss Curtis felt: frightened, exhilarated, anxious and yet strangely eager. It will be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

 Will I orgasm at the moment he shoots me? Will I wet myself? I honestly do not know. But the intensity of what I’m about to experience has me in such a state of excitement that I fear I will lose my sanity before the deed is done.

 Thank you so much for allowing me to share this last article with you.

Respectfully,

Norma Jones

Beat reporter, Lancaster Angry Bee

I skim over the article, trying to edit it for spelling and punctuation. Frickle has a couple of good proof readers back at the Angry Bee. My only question is whether or not he’ll publish it.

My breath catches in my throat as I hit “send”. The timing could not be more perfect. A moment later Winchester comes in with his rifle and the rope.

“Time’s running out, Miss Jones. Did you get it finished?”

“I just sent it off, darling.” I cannot explain why I just spoke to him using a term of endearment.

“It’s time, Norma.”

“Yes it is, Winston.”

I stand up and bring my hands behind my back. I’m trembling like a leaf as he lasciviously eyes me up and down. Then he comes over and secures my wrists behind my back.

I have a hard time catching my breath as he grabs an arm and escorts me outside. I can’t believe this is happening to me. But I am still unable to explain what drove me to sign those damned papers.

Greeves is right outside to walk with us. “It’s been good having you here with us, Miss Jones.”

“Thank you, Greeves.”

“I made sure the grave in the woods is deep enough so the critters won’t get to you.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. And thanks in advance for carrying my body out there.”

“Anything for you, Miss Jones.”

My legs nearly buckle as we get closer to the stake. My breathing becomes more heavy and labored as he walks me up to it. Then he unties my hands.

“I’m glad you came to visit, Norma. I’m really looking forward to this.” I can’t answer him as my throat has just gone dry.

“Do you know why I granted you that interview, Miss Jones?” Funny how he uses my last name when he’s referring to anything related to the paper.

“Why is that?” I can barely get the words out as he finishes tying my arms to the post.

“I wanted to shoot you the moment I first laid eyes on you on the monitor when you came up to the gate. That’s why I let you in.”

I moan while my breath catches in my throat as a jolt of horrific arousal flows through me. Then he kisses me deeply as he fingers me. I’m wet as hell: humiliated, terrified, aroused and excited all rolled into a big jumble of nerves.

He takes his rifle with him as he walks to his spot. My chest heaves until I can hardly catch my breath. My nipples are so hard they hurt. Then he lifts up the rifle and takes careful aim.

At that moment I catch the first rays of the sun peeking out over the hills. That’s when I let out a cry as I suddenly wet myself. Then I see the puff of smoke from the barrel.

My heart explodes in my chest as the sound of the shot echoes around the backyard——-

© 2017 (written Jul 31 ’17 by Riwa)

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