Late for work 1.3 (3)

Posted on August 30, 2017 by riwa

Author’s note: This is a story I wrote 12 years ago when I was first working on underwater/drowning stories. A fan discovered my writings and asked me to do a task-oriented story where the female gets herself into trouble. So this is what I came up with. It is largely intact and unedited from the original version so you can see how my writing style has evolved over the years.

Late for work

Jennifer found a spot to park and got out of her vehicle. She retrieved her towel, lunch sack and cell phone, locked the car, stuffed the keys in her pants pocket and headed off to her favorite swimming hole. It was nestled in a wooded part of the city, just off the river.

She had decided to come here in an attempt to wake up. A nice invigorating swim was just what she needed to shake the lethargy out of her eyes before she went to work. For the umpteenth time, she promised herself that she wouldn’t party so late on a Sunday night.

She followed the winding path, turned left and headed off toward the trees that ringed the perimeter of the pond. She was looking forward to a good swim and a little healthy flirting if there were any cute guys present. That was one thing she couldn’t be sure of on this Monday afternoon, although it was early summer.

Jen arrived at her favorite spot. For the moment it was deserted. No one was jumping off the big tree into the pond today, although it was still early… just a little after noon.

She set her belongings on the towel and stripped off her work clothes, revealing a dark red bikini that matched her dark red hair. She set everything in a bundle and headed down to the water’s edge. Since it dropped off so quickly, she dove right into the water and swam under the surface, allowing the coolness of the pond to awaken her.

She surfaced, took a breath and jack-knifed and headed for the tree at the bottom. She came up to a branch, wrapped her legs around it and pressed herself against it. She held her watch in front of her face, allowed twenty seconds go by, then released the branch and surfaced.

That felt good…

After twenty minutes of uninterrupted swimming, she felt the first warning pangs of hunger. Reluctantly she swam to the shore, got out of the water, spread out her towel, sat down on it and started on her salad and diet coke.

She watched as a couple of boys showed up and dropped their belongings nearby. They looked to be around 14 or 15. They gawked at her before they headed to the tree. She smiled at them and then went back to her salad as they started jumping off the higher branches into the pond.

After lunch, Jen watched them for a few minutes… felt her lethargy threaten to return. ‘I’ve really got to stop staying up so late on Sunday night,’ she thought. Maybe jumping off the tree with them would give her the adrenaline rush she needed to get her through the rest of the afternoon so she could put in some quality hours at the restaurant.

“Can I jump with you?”

“S – sure,” one of them stuttered. The other one elbowed him, unable to believe their good fortune. Wait until they told the gang back at the neighborhood about the red-haired red-bikinied babe they’d spent the afternoon with.

She climbed half-way up so as not to intimidate them and jumped off, hitting the pond with a refreshing splash. She swam underwater for a short distance, then surfaced and headed back to the shore as first one, and then the other, leaped in after her.

This went on for about 45 minutes. Then she decided that a quick nap would top off her visit to the pond. She excused herself from the two wild-eyed teenagers, spread her towel out on the ground and stretched herself out upon it, giving the boys the opportunity to stare shamelessly at her bikini as she napped…

—–

It took four rings before her cell phone jolted her awake. She picked it up and looked at the number…

It was the restaurant. Why were they calling…?

“Hello.”

“I thought you were coming in early today to help the new girl?”

“Early?” She looked at her watch.

It was 3:30…

“Oh shit… I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson. I lost track of the time.”

“You do this every Monday, Jennifer. You’re becoming unreliable.”

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Johnson…”

“You partied again last night, didn’t you!” the voice declared.

“Uh… yeah… kinda…” she replied a little sheepishly. ‘Shit!’ she thought. ‘I’ve REALLY got to stop partying on Sunday night!’

“No more,” the voice stated. “If you’re late one more time, Jennifer, I’m replacing you. That includes today. Be here at four o’clock. If you show up at 4:01, don’t even bother coming in the door.” The line went dead.

‘He’s really pissed,’ she thought fearfully. ‘I better get out of here.’

She checked her watch again as she started pulling her pants on. ‘If I leave now, I can make it with a few minutes to spare.’

She patted her pocket… did NOT feel the reassuring bulge of her car keys. She shoved her hands into both pockets.

Empty.

She looked at the two young men. They were smiling at her, as though they knew something she didn’t.

“You didn’t take my keys, did you?” she growled at them.

“Do you know somebody named Sylvia and Monica?” one of them asked her as he picked up his stuff.

“Sylvia and MONIQUE?” she asked with a growing sense of dread.

“Yeah.”

“How do YOU know them?” ‘Oh god,’ she thought worriedly. ‘They didn’t… did they?’

“They came by to see you, but you were sleeping so they took your keys and…”

“They DIDN’T!” Jen cried out in horror.

“Yeah, they did…” the other replied, “… right out there…” He pointed out to the middle of the pond where the large sunken tree was. “They said you guys do that to each other all the time. They told us not to breathe a word until you woke up.”

“SHIT!” she exclaimed. This was NOT the time to play dive-and-find-your-car-keys. “I don’t suppose you could drive me to work, could you?”

“Sorry. We walked. Besides, we can’t drive yet!”

She was screwed. Sylvia and Monique meant well, but this time their little game was gonna get her ass fired unless she could find her keys in one hell of a hurry.

She scrambled to get out of her pants and headed down to the water. It was a good thing she’d gotten that bright orange day-glo key ring a month ago. This was the third time they’d tossed her keys into this very pond.

“You want our help?” one of the boys called out to her.

“No!” Jen replied as she dove into the water.

“Ok.” The two teenagers started toward home, leaving Jen to search for her car keys alone.

The frantic redhead swam out along the bottom, praying that she’d find them quickly. She had to maneuver around large branches, roots and trunks. On any other day, she’d enjoy a good game of find-your-keys…

She surfaced, swam out a little farther, took a deep breath, jack-knifed and dove for the bottom…

‘Please, let me find them quickly – please, let me find them quickly… why did they have to walk by the park today… I shouldn’t have taken that nap… please, let me find them quickly…’

Frustrated, she surfaced and gasped for breath. They could be anywhere out here. Damnit, they shouldn’t be THAT hard to spot. She took a deep breath, jack-knifed again… dove for the bottom…

She looked around the big tree trunk…

FOUND ‘EM!

They lay majestically on a patch of muddy bottom, underneath several crisscrossing branches. She made a beeline for them, but was stopped short by a couple of branches that blocked her path. She swam in from another angle, gained a few inches, but was still short. She moved to another opening, felt the burn in her chest as she stretched her arm toward them…

‘Damnit, I’m so close…’

She felt a convulsion in her chest and headed back to the surface in frustration. She broke the water and gasped in an attempt to catch her breath.

She checked her watch. If she could get them in her next dive, put on her clothes over her wet swimsuit, run like hell for the car, drive ten miles over the speed limit through town without getting caught… she might barely make it.

She was convinced. No more Sunday night parties! She took a deep breath, jack-knifed and dove for the tree.

She found a large opening between two branches and worked her way through it. She found another opening which led her toward the tree…THERE THEY WERE. She would need to slip past two branches and work her way around. She’d be proud of her ability to get to them if she wasn’t in such a damn hurry.

She wedged herself past a crisscross pattern, reached out and snagged them triumphantly. She’d have to tell Sylvia and Monique about this. She’d never retrieved her keys from underneath the tree before.

She managed to turn herself around in the enclosed space… headed back the way she had come… there was the crisscross…

She burbled her way through as the burn in her lungs increased… slipped under a branch and moved forward…

She reached a point that looked unfamiliar. She tried to squeeze through the narrow opening… couldn’t quite get through…

Don’t panic… You just missed a branch, that’s all. They all tend to look alike down here… just go back and find the opening you came through…

She worked her way back, burbled out some air to alleviate the growing fire in her lungs.

Work past those branches there… just got to… squeeze through… and now left… no right… it’s that opening over there…

She wedged herself through another small opening, lost another burst of air. She felt fear rise in her throat, fought to keep it down. Panic would only get her killed.

There… through that opening… ‘burble’… then over to that big spot and out…

What the hell…?

She was back under the main body of the tree where she’d first retrieved her keys.

Too confusing… let’s try the other direction… ‘burble’…

She felt a convulsion in her chest that DEMANDED her immediate attention…

Through this opening here… shit, it’s too small… back up and go through that one over there…

The next chest convulsion was even more painful. It nearly caused her to inhale. Her cheeks bulged as she fought to hold her air in.

There… through that opening and up… damnit, it’s too small… back up and over to that one…

Air suddenly burst out of her body. Instinctively she grabbed her mouth and nose as her lungs convulsed inside her in an attempt to get oxygen…

She worked her way back to the place she’d found her keys…

Inhaled…

She convulsed as her body attempted to repel the water sucked into the lungs. She coughed, snorted water into her nose, which caused her to pull in another lungful of water through her mouth.

She began jerking spasmodically as she clawed at the crisscrossing limbs in a feeble effort to escape her cage of trunk and branches.

She cried out, only no sound came forth… just a small burble of air…

She convulsed painfully, spasmed as her body weakened. She made a last feeble attempt to swipe away the branches that lay across her path…

The rest of her air burbled up and away. She floated on her back up against the limbs of the big tree. She stared up at the surface… dimly realized that she was going to be late for work…

Then her eyes glazed over…

© 2005 (written for jqpublic Jul 28 ’05 by riwa)

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Victor’s Guillotine 3 4.4 (25)

Posted on August 24, 2017 by riwa

3

I was tempted to stay and watch Victoria with Louisa. But it was early with the guillotine as I had just ridden it first. Besides, I wanted a good, stiff drink to steady my nerves.

Dorothy could tell I needed something. “C’mon, love,” she said as she grabbed my arm. “I know just what you need.” And with that we left the ladies to have their guillotine fun as we headed upstairs.

James followed us up as we went to the main floor. Dorothy led us over to a wetbar. A nice looking woman named Lorraine who might have been Victor’s wife was there to fix something for us.

Dottie ordered something for me she told me she liked that usually settled her nerves. Lorraine promptly fixed the same drink for all three of us. I took a gulp and felt the warmth of the refreshing concoction go right through me.

It did seem to make me feel better. Then Dorothy’s husband smiled as he asked, “So tell me, Julie. How did you like your first ride in the guillotine?”

“It was… I was… I guess I don’t know how to answer that, James. I was scared… excited… terrified… aroused… I don’t know. I sure was wet and embarrassed the way I was licked and fingered. But watching that timer tick on the wall in front of me was bloody unsettling, even though I was the first one to use it. I kept thinking, ‘I have to ride this for five minutes?? What if the blade comes down early? What if I lose my head?’ “

Dorothy chuckled at me as she took another sip of her drink. “Helluva rush, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I don’t think I ever want to do that again, Dorothy. I don’t know how you do it. I mean, the orgasm was intense as hell. Yet I could feel this massive surge of terror ripple through me as though I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“So you’re never going to ride it again; is that it?” James looked at me dubiously as though he wasn’t sure he believed me.

“Oh hell no! Never in a million… well, never in a thousand… I can’t imagine I’d ever…” I paused as I thought about it before quietly murmuring, “Oh bloody hell.”

“She’s going to ride it again, James! I can see it in her eyes!”

He laughed at his wife’s reaction. I stared at her incredulously. “Dorothy?? Are you bloody crazy?”

“I can tell, love. You hesitated while you were talking about it. You’re already thinking about riding it again, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m bloody hell not!”

“Hah!” Then she held her glass in a toast to her husband as she declared, “Here’s to watching Julie riding the guillotine again before we go home.”

James responded by making a toast of his own. “Here’s to me wondering if my blushing bride will still have her head attached when we leave.” Dorothy just got this faraway look in her eyes before hastily downing the rest of her drink.

We wandered around meeting people before getting a little bite to eat. We saw Victoria and Louisa had returned to the main floor. She loudly told Victor he wouldn’t be cooking Louisa right now, but he might get another shot later in the afternoon. That generated some laughter and applause.

It was a very informal get-together. People milled around visiting with each other. I could hear some of his guests talking sports and politics. But those were topics I had no interest in. My mind was on that bloody machine set up down in the basement.

I saw Dorothy start to get all fidgety. Then she looped her arm through her husband’s. “Wanna go downstairs for some guillotine roulette, love?”

“Are you trying to make me a widow? Or are you simply interested in seeing if Victor can fix me a special plate of your sweet ass medium rare?”

“You’ll never know unless we go on down and give it a whirl, love. Besides, your cock gets so hard when you’re fucking me in the guillotine. Deep down I think you want to feel what my body will do once the blade drops.”

There was something in her eyes that made me think she was itching to go back down and try it out. “How about you, love?” she asked me with a knowing smile. “Care to give it another go?”

“I’m not sure,” I stammered nervously.

Thing of it is: I was actually giving it some thought. But I had no one to fuck me. And I didn’t want to ask Dorothy if I could borrow her husband once I got the nerve.

“Let’s go see who’s riding the guillotine,” she told me with a smile as she grabbed my arm. I could tell she was becoming rather breathless about the whole thing. I didn’t think she was going to be satisfied until she had a go at it.

I looked at James who just shook his head good-naturedly. I wasn’t sure I would have been so accepting of risking my spouse for a game of guillotine roulette. But I could certainly understand what Dottie saw in taking the crazy chance.

We made our way downstairs, only to hear voices drifting up from the basement. It sounded like there were people down in his guillotine room. Would James and Dottie have an audience when they took their turn?

When we got down there I saw 4 couples. One was using the machine while the others cheered them on. Some were dressed and some were naked.

The first thing I did was glance at the time on that monitor on the wall. It read 58:14… 58:15… 58:16. They were almost an hour into the two hour limit Victor had built into the damned thing.

A couple who must have been in their late forties or early fifties were standing there naked. Both looked like they were really tanned except for white outlines around her B-cup breasts and highlighting both their crotches, hers showing a bit of a bush. His cock was hard and she was absentmindedly stroking it.

There was an older couple standing there still dressed. He had a short, white beard and she had short, dark permed hair that was greying in spots. They hadn’t undressed, although I could tell he had a bulge. Did that mean they were going to use it soon? Or were they just enjoying the show?

I saw a naked young couple standing there watching. He had a long, thick cock that was noticeably hard. She had blonde hair that came down past her shoulders, and was almost a head shorter than her companion. She too was stroking his cock as they watched, with him reaching around her back to grope one of her large boobs.

Using the guillotine was a couple who looked to be in their early 40’s. She had short, dark blonde hair and was strapped in as her partner fucked her from behind. He had a receding hairline and was giving it to her good.

The early fifties couple saw us walk up. The female remarked, “It looks like Dorothy and James have arrived for a turn. You’ll have to wait until Ken and Sybil are done using it, love!” They smiled knowingly at us as though already assuming Dottie was going for a ride.

Dorothy looked excitedly at the couple in the guillotine. I’m not sure if it mattered if she was in it or whether it was someone else. Her reaction seemed to be the same: one of lustful excitement. As for James, I noticed he was already sporting a bulge.

Ken was really giving it to Sybil while she lay strapped down to the guillotine. They didn’t seem to mind some of the couples were naked while watching them. The early fifties couple caught my questioning look and smiled.

“I’m Joyce and this is my husband Warren. We’ve already had our turn. The Wylie’s are in it now, and the Sampson’s are thinking about going next. Isn’t that right?” she called over to them.

The naked young blonde smiled at us. “We might let Dottie go next. That will increase the risk and excitement for us if we wait. I’m Rita and this is my boyfriend Jeff. As you can tell…” and she pulled on his hard, thick manhood “…he’s really enjoying the show.”

I saw the timer on the wall pass the one hour mark. If anything it made Sybil gasp with excitement. She let out a cry of “Ohmygawd; I’m cumming!” as her husband rammed her hard.

She let out an orgasmic scream as he thrust hard into her pussy. I couldn’t believe I was watching her orgasm right there on the guillotine with others looking on. It made me blush… and yet I was terribly aroused.

He pulled out of her cunt, and I saw a little cream leak out of her pussy onto the bench. Joyce reached over and popped the latch to the lunette. The timer stopped at 1:02:47.

“Gawd, that was incredible!” Sybil gasped in the guillotine. “Every time I ride this bloody thing it just keeps getting better and better!”

“One of these days that blade’s going to fall,” her husband reminded her as he helped unstrap her. “What are we going to tell our kids then?”

“I guess you’ll just have to get them a new mum,” she panted. “This bloody thing’s addictive!”

When he helped her to her feet I saw moisture on the bench. The wife of the older, clothed couple smiled as she took a rag and wiped it down. “We’re Esther and Melvin Ryerson,” she told me. “I’m still working up the nerve to go for a ride.”

“You should definitely try it out!” Sybil gasped. I know she had just come off the thing with her head still intact and her body alive in orgasm. But what if that didn’t work out for the next couple??

“You’re next,” Melvin told the younger Sampsons. His wife looked admiringly at Jeff’s thick cock as though she was eager to watch him fuck his girlfriend with it.

“Shall we let Dottie go first?” she told her boyfriend. “We can let her go first if you want.”

“Oh no,” Dorothy waved at them. “You two can go next if you want. I’m willing to wait.” Was she really that willing to delay and risk a greater chance of losing her head?

“Dorothy always has such loud, lovely orgasms,” Joyce observed. “She can go next if she wants.” Then she gave a sly wink as she added, “Maybe this time James will get lucky.”

I was wondering how long this indecision was going to go on. James made the decision when he started helping undress his wife. “C’mon, love. Might as well go now. This may be your big moment, although it’s certainly nothing to lose your head over.”

Everyone had a good laugh at that as they both got undressed. I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious still being in my sundress. At least the older Ryersons were still fully clothed.

James cock sprung free as he dropped his briefs. Dorothy sat on the bench and gave him a few sucks to get him harder. I couldn’t believe she was blowing him right there in front of everyone!

She smiled at me as she said, “Guess I’d better do this now as I might not get another chance to taste him if my head comes off.” I could tell she was both nervous and excited. She almost looked like she was starting to become a little hesitant.

She finally stopped sucking him before laying herself out flat on the bench on her stomach. Her legs hung off the end, bent at the knees just like Sybil previously. Joyce and Sybil helped James strap her down. Then Joyce reached over for the latch as she smiled at Dorothy’s husband…

“Ready when you are, James.”

He nodded as he thrust into Dottie’s wet pussy. Joyce pulled the latch down, locking the lunette. Once more the timer on the wall began ticking.

“Oh bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped as her husband started shafting her. The women cheered her on while the guys watched and whistled appreciatively. Every cock was hard watching her get fucked in the guillotine.

I became breathless as I watched. My knickers were getting wet under my sundress. I couldn’t believe I was watching Dorothy and James fuck naked in the guillotine right in front of me! And I couldn’t believe I was actually considering going for a ride myself!!

The timer passed the 1:05:00 mark. James fucked her nice and slow as though he was taking his time. She gasped and moaned, her eyes glued to the timer in front of her.

“Gawd; look at her!” Sybil gasped appreciatively. “She really loves it!”

Ken smiled as he replied, “Maybe Victor will get a chance to roast her up if the blade falls.” James just smiled at them as Dottie gasped and whimpered.

They passed their five minutes in the guillotine and kept right on fucking. Dorothy became more and more excited as though she was about to go nuts. Then James rammed her really hard.

She screamed his name in orgasm as she shuddered hard while he pumped her full of his seed. I stared at the blade, watching in awe as I wondered if this might be the moment it might come plummeting down. Then James slowly pulled out, panting for breath.

I saw a little spunk leak out of her pussy onto the bench. This time it was Sybil who stepped up and popped the latch to the lunette. The clock stopped at 1:09:13

“Bloody hell that looked good!” young Rita gasped.

“Dottie always puts on a show,” Joyce replied with a smile. “That one looked like it was bloody good!”

James unstrapped her as Sybil helped pull the lunette up off her neck. Dorothy’s eyes were glazed over. A moment later she shivered as though she’d just endured an aftershock.

“Bloody hell, love!” she panted at her husband as she sat on the bench. She took his cock and sucked it clean while sitting there trying to compose herself. Then she got up from the bench on wobbly legs.

“Now that’s a lovely bird who enjoys riding the guillotine,” Melvin observed. He looked at his wife and asked, “So what do you think?”

“Maybe,” she panted, clutching her chest from the excitement of it all.

“I guess we’re next,” Rita told everyone with a smile. Esther quickly wiped off the bench with the rag, making sure she got all of James dripping cream. Then Rita took a seat.

She pulled Jeff to her and took his hardened member deep down her throat. I wondered if maybe she was showing off a little. Then she gasped as she took him out of her mouth, telling him, “Just in case that’s the last time I get to blow you, baby.”

She willingly sprawled out face down onto the bench. Jeff and a couple ladies helped strap her down to expedite the process. Then Joyce got ready to secure the latch that would start the timer.

“Ready for the ride of your life?” she asked Rita, patting her on the head. “Bloody hell; I’m so jealous of that cock of his!”

“You should be,” Rita chuckled. Then she gasped as Jeff pushed it all the way inside her. At the same time Joyce latched the lunette, triggering the timer.

She let out a cry of “Gawd, that feels good!” Then he started thrusting in and out as the timer resumed its mission. For some reason I felt a strange shudder of anticipation.

It happened so fast it caught us all off guard. One moment we were watching Rita get fucked by her boyfriend. The next the blade came down with a whoosh, bottoming out with a loud thump. Rita’s head just disappeared into the wicker basket below as blood started pouring out of her severed neck. The timer had stopped at 1:10:51, barely a minute and a half in.

We all jumped with an “AAUUGGHH!” the moment the blade fell. Jeff cried out, “BLOODY HELL!” as his girlfriend’s headless body started hitching and jerking around on the bench. Dorothy let out an orgasmic cry… and then promptly fainted dead away. After all, had she delayed, that would now be her lying there without that pretty head on her shoulders…

© 2017 (Jul 20 ’17)

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Update – Riwas Reads and Patreon 0 (0)

Posted on August 21, 2017 by riwa

My products to UWFetish are slowly being restored. In order to meet the requirements of the processing company, certain words and phrases had to be edited. It is taking time to restore products. In the meantime some are back up, so you can go check to see what has been relisted and might interest you. Sorry for the inconvenience

My Patreon page is coming along. I am preparing rewards for September. They are listed below…

Chapter two of the Team Discipline story.

Chapter two of the Club story Vanessa’s Education.

A JustPaul illustrated story titled Lust has no Pride.

An underwater story with picture illustrations.

The beginning of a series of drowning shorts inspired by pictures I’ve found. I’m calling these Consensual Drowning from Arlene to Zoe.

The beginning of a series of asphyxia shorts inspired by pictures I’ve found. I’m calling these Consensual Asphyxia from A to Z.

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

Thank you so much for becoming one of my patrons. It means a lot to me. And thank you for visiting the library. I hope you find something enjoyable to read…

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 2 4.3 (14)

Posted on August 18, 2017 by riwa

2

I think I scared him over wanting to go to the club because Stewart backed things off. For a couple days we didn’t even fuck… and he certainly didn’t hang me out in the garage. I didn’t want to pressure him or anything. But the fantasies remained strong… and my desire for orgasms even stronger.

One night I just had to experience what it was like to feel the noose around my neck again. Maybe it was because mom was up fucking another boy-toy in the master bedroom. Boy, were they loud! It made me horny as fuck!

I went off to locate Stew, hoping I could entice him to string me up in the garage. But he was masturbating alone in his bedroom. I felt bad he didn’t want to fuck me, so I left him alone.

I went off to the garage to play with myself. I stripped out of my clothes before stringing up the rope. Then I made a noose which I looped around my throat without using the strap to protect my skin.

I was feeling a little sorry for myself… or maybe I was really horny. Anyway I ran the other end through my crotch. Then I pulled on the free end through my pussy lips as I tried to apply some weight to the noose around my neck.

The rope dug into my cunt, which gave me wonderful pain and pleasure. But it wasn’t quite what I was looking for. I wanted more.

I paused and looked all around for a way to carefully hang myself. I was so horny that I wanted my breath to be cut off as I dangled a little. But I needed a way to get myself up into the air.

Daddy had a small tool box that looked sturdy enough to stand on. So I dragged it directly under the noose. Then I got the strap for my neck because I wanted to make things last longer.

I probably shouldn’t have, but I tied off one end of the rope, measuring the length of the noose hanging in the air. I carefully stepped up on daddy’s tool box and slipped my head through. I had to stretch up on my toes and pull it down around my neck, but I made it.

I had a little coil of rope in my hand which I used to try tying my hands behind my back. I wanted to feel that bondage experience while I was up in the air. It was awkward, and I nearly slipped off the tool box. But the thought of accidentally hanging myself for real was an incredible turn-on.

The noose wasn’t too tight yet, but it did give me a nice, choked feeling. I experimented by bending my knees a few times to put more pressure on the rope around my throat. I was a little unsteady; I was dripping wet; and the urge to just let go and hang myself was almost overwhelming.

The door to the garage suddenly opened. It startled me so much I lost my footing on the toolbox. I tried to get it back, but I couldn’t.

My breath was partially cut off as my toes fluttered six inches off the floor. Stew came over to me as I dangled right there in front of him. I was scared, but I was also so damned turned on knowing he was right there watching me. I decided if I didn’t make it at least he would have a good memory to jack off to.

The noose tightened more as I kicked a little. It got harder to breathe as my arms jerked around behind my back. My body wanted to free itself, but I couldn’t work that damned rope off my wrists.

Stew walked up to me and stood there for a moment. Then he pulled down his pants and briefs. He had a massive erection.

He had this look in his eyes as he stepped forward. I stretched my legs out and pulled him to me, impaling myself on his shaft. I think I wanted air more than I wanted to fuck him.

I was able to relieve the strain around my neck. Stew felt incredible filling me like that. Then I found myself wondering if he was fed up with me and whether or not he was going to give me a flying fuck before simply letting me hang.

Fuck; that did it! My pussy clenched around his cock inside me as I shuddered hard in orgasm. He didn’t have to do anything; my breathless, aching body did all the work.

I rode that 8 inch dick of his as the noose threatened to cut off my breath entirely. He just looked at me as though he couldn’t decide what to do with me. I heard him murmur, “I should let you hang for this!” Then he grabbed me and pulled me downward, increasing the strain around my neck.

“Should I leave you here, Janelle? Maybe I should let mom and dad find you out here. Or would you rather hang right in front of them as they watch you die.”

I gurgled as his cock went off inside me. That set me off again as I climaxed all over his dick. Then he slowly stepped away until I lost him with my legs.

I swung back and forth, my toes frantically fluttering for the floor that now seemed so far away. I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. My hands jerked feebly behind my back, but by the time I got them loose I knew it was going to be too late.

For a moment I thought for sure he was going to let me hang. The idea both terrified and thrilled me. Then he went over and pulled the knot in the rope I’d set.

I came crashing down none too gentle. Then he came over to me, shaking his head. “That wasn’t very smart, Janelle.”

“I know,” I admitted with a raspy voice as he removed the noose and untied my wrists. “But I heard mom fucking… and you were masturbating and… and you didn’t want me and… and I was so fucking horny for the noose that I…”

“It’s not that I didn’t want you, sis. It’s just that I don’t want to… uh…” That’s when I saw it in his eyes.

“You want to hang me; don’t you, Stew.”

“No, Janelle. It’s just that I don’t, uh… want to lose control and, uh…”

“But you do want to lose control, don’t you, Stew. You want to hang me, don’t you.” That’s when he lowered his head in shame.

“I want you to fuck me, Stew. Then I want you to hang me.”

He looked at me and then lowered his head again. I rubbed my neck as it was just a little sore. “Ok, Stew. Tonight I’ll settle for just the fuck. How about that?”

He looked at me for a long moment. Then he gathered me up in his arms. I felt an erotic thrill as he carried me off to his bedroom.

I was pretty sure I was going to get it good. The idea of being roughly fucked by my brother made me horny as hell. My hanging could wait for another day…

—

He couldn’t talk me out of it. But deep down I think he wanted to watch me hang. Besides, I caught him more than once looking at that club website on the computer.

I suspected daddy looked at it too. The thought of him and Stew watching me hang to death on the Entertainment stage gave me a double thrill. Once I even imagined mom joining them to watch me. The mental image of the whole family watching me kick my life away made me wet as hell.

Occasionally we talked about when we were going to go to the club. He asked again about what mom and dad might think. I told him it got me hot imagining them watching me hang to death. But they were probably going to have to watch it on a video of the Club’s Greatest Hangings.

We pooled our resources and discovered we had more than enough to get inside. He told me we could always pick out a girl in line to take inside. I think he was wondering if we hung another girl maybe that would satisfy me.

I laughed as I told him that was always a possibility. Seeing another hanging would be a real turn-on. But I told him I knew he wanted to hang me and that I didn’t expect to make it out alive so he’d better start planning for that.

We weren’t sure when we were going to go. But fate made the decision for us. Actually, I think it was our parents who were the deciding factor.

Friday morning Daddy announced he had a business trip that was going to keep him away for the whole weekend. Mom gave him a knowing look, but said nothing. Stew and I suspected he had a hot slut he was going to be fucking while he was away.

That afternoon I overheard her placing a call. I recognized the name she used over the phone. She was calling in her favorite boy-toy for the weekend. That meant they were going to be fucking for hours.

I found Stew and told him I’d just heard mom on the phone and who she had coming over later. He looked at me as though he knew what would be going on between them over the weekend. Then he gave me this funny look as he quietly murmured, “Dad’s out of town… and tonight mom will be fucking for hours. Hmmm.”

I got those butterflies in my stomach as my face flushed with excitement. He was trying his best not to let it show. But I could tell he was thinking tonight might be a good night to hang me.

I got wet like you wouldn’t believe. Then this look of guilt spread across his face as he looked down at his feet. I almost got the shakes as I told him, “Let’s do it tonight, ok? I want to hang for you, Stew! I want to hang for you so fucking bad!”

He reluctantly agreed. Then he told me he was going to the bank to make a withdrawal. I told him I’d go through my closet to find something appropriate to wear.

I started going through my clothes, looking for something that would get my brother all excited about hanging me. I had something in mind that I’d seen mom wearing. That’s when it occurred to me I should probably go check out her clothes.

I went upstairs and started rummaging around through her things as we’re pretty much the same size. Mom came upstairs, caught me going through her stuff, and asked what I was up to. I smiled as I told her I had a date that night and wanted to wear something really slutty.

“How slutty, honey?”

I almost told her, “Sluttier than you, mom.” Instead I told her I wanted to wear something that would make all the guys lust after me.

She didn’t even bat an eye. She went through her closet until she found a pair of black fishnet stockings. She also located a black garter along with a pair of black heels for me to wear.

“How slutty, honey?” she asked again as she paused during her search and looked at me. “Are you hoping to get fucked?”

“Big time, mom,” I replied with a grin. I didn’t tell her I planned on the noose fucking me to death after riding my brother’s cock.

She went back into the closet and pulled out a skimpy black thong. I’m not sure what it was good for since a hole was cut into it to reveal everything. She tossed it at me, and I happily accepted it.

She went back into her closet and looked around. Then she pulled out a sheer black wrap with sleeves. It covered the chest and stomach, but it didn’t do a very good job of hiding anything since it was almost see-through.

How’s that?” she asked as she tossed it to me.

“Mom, that’s perfect!” Then I spotted a black, metal studded collar lying on the floor.

“How about that?” I asked, pointing at it. She looked where I was pointing, reached down and picked it up. “Going for the entire look, honey?”

“I sure am, mom.”

She smiled as she handed it to me. “Let me have a look at you before you go, honey. I want to see how hot my daughter looks before she goes out tonight and gets some.”

“Thanks, mom!”

She seemed so proud. If only she knew. Hell, maybe deep down she suspected my intentions and wanted to make sure I looked right before my big debut up onstage.

I went downstairs and put everything on. It really made me wet when I saw myself in the mirror. I couldn’t wait for Stew to get home and see me.

Traffic must have been bad because Stew was delayed getting back. The doorbell rang so I went to open it while wearing what mom had picked out. You should have seen the look on Brad’s face as mom’s boy-toy gawked at me… “Uh, hi Janelle. You look, uh… uh…”

Mom came rushing up to the door to answer it. She wasn’t dressed much better than I. Apparently she wanted to look slutty for him.

“Brad, is that – holy shit, honey!”

“Like it, mom? I think Brad does.” Then I turned in place to model it for them.

She looked at me and then at Brad. He seemed flustered, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants how hard he’d become. “You’re going out just like that, honey?”

“Yeah, mom. It’s ok, isn’t it? It’s no worse than what you’re wearing for Brad, right?”

“You like my daughter’s attire, Brad?”

“Yeah, Tamara; I sure do. I hope you don’t mind.” Then he paused before hastily adding, “But you look sexy too.”

“Are you turned on, Brad?”

“Yeah, Tamara; I sure am.”

“You like turning him on, honey?”

“Yeah, mom; I do.” By then I was wet as hell.

“Then take it out.”

“Take what out, mom?”

“Take his cock out, honey. You turned him on… now you’ve got to do something about it.”

Brad and I both looked at her in astonishment. But I was so horny I rushed to pull him free of his confinement. I knelt as I opened his pants and unzipped his fly.

His dick was thick as Stewarts, and almost as long. I hear mom tell me, “Suck it, honey!” But I had already taken it into my mouth.

I gobbled him all the way down, deep-throating it right in front of mother. I don’t know if I was showing off to make her jealous or what. She came up to me and smiled as she gasped, “You can take it all the way down your throat?? Good girl!”

She pushed on the back of my head to make me suck it. She told me what a good slut I was and how some cock out there was going to get lucky tonight. Brad groaned as he told us he already knew one cock that was feeling extremely lucky.

To my shock mother got down on her knees right next to me. She took his balls into her mouth as I deep throated him. Then we both went up and down the length of his shaft together with our mouths.

We took turns sucking him until he gasped as he started to thrust. “I’d recognize that anywhere; he’s going to cum, honey.” Then she took him out of my mouth and told him to coat my face.

He started to spurt, giving me three good helpings before mom aimed his dick at her face. He gave her a couple more until we both had cum on our faces. She finished him off by taking him into her mouth and sucking the rest of his cream out of his balls.

Afterwards she told me to lick her face clean and swallow it all. I licked all the cum off her face, feeling wet as hell. Then mom returned the favor by licking my face off, swallowing everything she got.

“Have a good evening, honey,” she told me as she grabbed her boy-toy’s hand. “C’mon, Brad. Watching my daughter suck your cock has really gotten me horny.” Then they headed off through the house until I heard them thumping up the stairs to the master bedroom.

At that moment the door opened and Stew walked in. He stopped and stared at me as his jaw dropped to the floor. He finally blurted out, “Damn, sis; that’s hot!”

I blushed as I giggled, feeling the heat of arousal flush through me. Then he asked, “Did mom see you like that?”

“Yeah, Stew; she just did… and so did Brad.”

“Brad saw you like that, Janelle??”

“You’ll never believe what just happened, Stew.” Then I gave him a grin as though I’d recently done something extremely naughty…

© 2017 (Jul 30 ’17)

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The Anniversary 2.4 (7)

Posted on August 12, 2017 by riwa

The weather was gloomy as they left town, matching their moods. It was grey with a slight drizzle. It seemed an ominous sign.

He gave her a questioning look as she sat on the passenger side. He was sorely tempted to turn around and drive home. She just sighed as she motioned forward with her head… “Keep going.”

The weather started to clear an hour out of town. Still neither one seemed like they wanted to break the silence. In exasperation she finally gasped, “Oh for goodness sake! You’d think someone was dying!”

He looked at her in astonishment as she turned in his direction. A smile blossomed on her face as she began to giggle. He chuckled as the mood lifted, deciding they might as well enjoy the drive since it was to be their last together.

For the rest of the trip they chatted like they had done so many times before. She pointed out familiar landmarks along the way, commenting on what changes had occurred since their last trip. It was a drive they’d taken many times before, the two of them enjoying the scenery during each sojourn.

He could feel the heaviness threaten to engulf him again. He swallowed it down, determined to enjoy the trip. Then he glanced over at her, appreciating her positive spirit and the playfulness he hadn’t seen in a long time.

The trip took five hours with a stop for lunch along the way. He could feel a growing apprehension as they drew closer to their destination. He felt mixed emotions as he continued to find ways to make conversation with her.

They pulled into the motel and parked before disembarking. He carried in their overnight bags as she went up to the counter. The desk clerk smiled as she recognized them.

“Back again?”

“It’s our anniversary,” the wife told her with a smile.

“Congratulations! Welcome back.” Then she began to check her records before telling them, “I can get you that room at the end of the hall.”

“Perfect.”

She turned and looked at him, the faintest hint of a pained expression in her eyes. He made himself smile at her. She smiled back before telling him,” I’d like a swim before we go out to eat.”

“Anything you say, dear.”

They got their keycard from the clerk before walking to their room. “It’s nice to see Anne again,” she observed. “She always seems to remember us.”

“She’s always been good to us,” he agreed.

They said no more as they got to the room and went inside. The bags went at the end of the bed where she opened hers and pulled out her suit. He saw the red bikini that came out. She gave him a knowing smile before taking it to the bathroom.

He quickly changed into his trunks. He was ready when she emerged. The two-piece made her look stunning as ever, and he felt an instinctive stirring down below.

She caught him ogling her, and it made her smile. Then she took his hand. She led him down the hall to the pool at the end of the building.

They spent a good hour and a half laughing and splashing each other in the water. She allowed him to dunk her until the bubbles came up. When he let her up she was grinning happily.

They went for a soak in the nearby hot tub. He turned on the jets as she gingerly stepped into the water… “Oooh, it’s hot.”

“Too much?”

“No, darling; it’s perfect.”

They settled into the water sitting next to each other. They lapsed into silence while staring off into space. Even though they were sitting right next to each other they felt a growing distance between them.

She sighed heavily. Then she took his hand. “Let’s go down to the river. I want to see the geese and the falls.”

He helped her climb the steps out of the bubbling water, noticing the tremor had returned. He fetched a towel for her from the towel rack. Then they dried themselves off before heading back to the room.

They got dressed and then headed for the exit. The river was a short walk down the lane. They held hands, neither feeling like speaking.

There were several flocks of geese hanging out by the water’s edge. “Oh look, honey!” she gasped with joy. “They’ve had their babies!” There were a couple groups of furry little down-covered goslings nervously twittering close to their parents as the couple passed by.

They walked a mile along the path next to the riverbank until the tremor got worse. He caught her looking out at the water a couple times. It made him clutch her hand a little tighter.

They slowly made their way back to the motel, making him wonder if he’d kept her out too long. A nice restaurant sat across the street, and she wanted to go eat. They checked for crossing traffic before making their way over to the building.

They were seated in a nice part of the restaurant with a view out the window. He ordered a nice steak while she ordered fish and shrimp. He gave her a questioning look, but she smiled as she told him, “I’m hungry and I want my favorite.”

The meal was delicious. She told the waitress they were celebrating their anniversary. The comment earned them a couple of complimentary slices of cheesecake.

He ate all of his, but she only got down a couple of bites before she excused herself from the table. He stiffened as he watched her go. Then it all came flooding back. He had to fist the tears out of his eyes.

She gave him a smile as she returned. The look in her expression told it all. “Totally worth it,” she said with a smile. “You can have the rest of my cheesecake.”

He nibbled at it, fighting back the tears until she reached under the table to take his hand. She whispered, “It’ll be all right.” He wanted to tell her it wouldn’t, but he didn’t want to spoil the rest of the meal.

“My treat,” she told him as she reached into her purse and took out her credit card. He gave her a peck on the lips as the waitress came and took the card. She returned two minutes later with the card and the receipt.

He had to help her back across the street. They went to their room to watch television. She smiled as she told him he had control of the remote for a while as she was going to take a nap.

He aimlessly surfed through the channels. Nothing seemed worth watching. No doubt it was because certain things were weighing heavily on his mind.

A hand shaking his roused him from sleep. He opened his eyes to see her standing there next to the chair. She was already wearing her black bikini, the one he liked a shade better than the red one.

She gave him a look as though he’d been naughty. “You fell asleep and didn’t wake me. It’s after midnight. And I want to go for my swim.”

He felt a jolt in his stomach as a lump lodged in his throat. “Are you sure?”

“You promised me a little skinny-dip while we were here. I’m holding you to that. It’s late so we should have the pool all to ourselves.”

He got undressed right in front of her. She licked her lips to see him naked. Then he pulled out the red Speedos she’s packed for him.

He gave her a questioning look. “You know I like those, darling. Why do you think I packed them?” He smiled with some sadness as he slipped into them.

He helped her down the hall to the pool. The water was still; the pool was empty; and the lights dimmed for the night. The jets were bubbling in the hot tub. Someone must have recently been using it.

He motioned at it with his head. “Want to go for a soak?”

“I want to get in the pool first. Maybe later.” Both suspected she would now have a lot of trouble getting in and out with those bubbling jets. And the hot water would have complicated things.

He swallowed hard as he helped her down into the pool. She smiled as she drifted backward away from him. The water seemed to help stabilize her.

He swam with her out into the deep end. She had a little trouble treading water as she reached behind her back to pop the strings to her top. When the material floated away he saw her nipples were erect.

She shed her bottoms before pulling him to her. “You too,” she murmured, kissing him again as she pawed at his suit. He had to help her get it off.

She reached down and stroked him. “I’m going to miss this,” she murmured as she kissed him again. Then he felt her weaken in his grasp.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this, honey.”

“You promised, darling. Besides, I want to.” She was trying to climb into his lap.

For the first time in a long time he felt himself inside her. He winced as he told her, “But it… hurts you.” But that wasn’t what was really bothering him.

“Let me… do this. It’ll be… all right.”

She climbed into his lap, slowly taking him fully inside her. He saw the flicker of pain in her expression. She deliberately gave him a smile as she got it all the way in.

“Feels nice, darling. It’s been so long.”

“Honey…”

“Take me under, darling.”

They both inhaled as they slipped under the surface. He began kissing her breasts, once more trying hard to keep the tears from flowing. She moaned as she watched him, holding his head with her hand while appreciating the attention he was giving her.

She grunted and bubbled, causing him to take them up to the surface. He tried to get her to climb off. But she stayed in his lap with him still inside her.

She looked at him with a pained expression. “I can’t… stay down as long as… I used to. I can’t… hold my breath anymore.”

“Honey, I can’t…”

“Now, Darling. I want to do it now. It’s been a wonderful day and I’ll never forget it. I even got to eat my favorite meal.”

“Honey, I…”

“I want to feel you… inside me… one last time. Besides, you promised.”

She looked right into his eyes. He could see the pleading look. He just couldn’t deny her.

She wrapped him up in her arms as she kissed him deeply. But he could feel her body trembling. And that spasm had returned in her stomach.

He took her down as he embraced her. She moaned into his mouth, hugging him tightly as she kissed him deeply. Then she shuddered as she gulped water. He was almost certain she’d done it deliberately.

For a moment she held on as though she was never going to let go. He could feel her spasming against him as he remained hard inside her clenching womanhood. It felt so wrong somehow… and yet she had wanted to do it this way since the water would help give her some stability.

The instinct to survive kicked in. But by then she was fully committed as she hitched and convulsed. The time had come.

He kissed her harder as he embraced her. She was gurgling and shuddering. Then she went limp in his grasp.

The tears boiled over as he disengaged and rose to the surface. She drifted to the floor of the pool, her stomach full of water. She stared upward at him with lifeless eyes, but he saw no accusatory stare.

He swam down, scooped up his Speedos and then made his way to the shallow end. He told himself he should never have agreed to this as he got them back on. Then he climbed out of the water and dried himself off.

He looked down at her as she lay on her back in the deep end. He wanted to curse her for talking him into this. But she’d wanted it this way, and now there would be no more pain. Besides, she’d seemed so proud getting down all that seafood before being forced to head to the restroom.

He left the pool and headed for his room. It was all he could do not to bawl his eyes out. Fifteen minutes later he was on his way back to the pool, “wondering what was taking her so long to come back to the room” when he ran into the distraught clerk coming down the hall toward him.

She was bawling her eyes out, telling him something terrible had happened to his wife in the pool. He shook his head no as they rushed to the pool. It was then all the tears he’d bottled up for the last six months came out in a torrent…

© 2017 (written Jul 28 ’17 by riwa)

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

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Victor’s Guillotine 2 4.1 (7)

Posted on August 6, 2017 by riwa

2

I got a call from Dorothy one week later. She asked me if I still wanted to go. I told her I did but that I didn’t have a date to bring with me.

“No problem, love,” she replied. “James and I will be happy to drop by and take you with us.” I told her I was grateful and that I’d be ready when they came to get me.

I cleared my Saturday schedule before picking out a nice sundress to wear. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Was this something I wouldn’t mind literally being caught dead in if the blade fell on my neck? I decided I would wait and see how the day unfolded before considering volunteering for Victor’s guillotine.

They picked me up about 10 am. Dorothy was wearing a colorful skirt and blouse with heels. James wore casual as he smiled at me while sitting in the driver’s seat.

“So you’re Julie, eh? Dorothy told me a little about you. Are you thinking of riding the guillotine today?”

“I’m not sure,” I told him nervously.

“I think we can get her into the guillotine, love,” Dorothy chuckled at her husband. “We can just let her lie in it for a few minutes before shutting down the timer and taking her out. Of course, if you ask me I say being fucked in the guillotine is best of all.”

“Are you sure you want to ride it again, darling? I hadn’t planned on eating you before going home as a widower.”

“You can always take Julie here home with you, James… right Julie?”

I laughed nervously as I thought about where we were going. Personally I wasn’t going to believe it until I saw it in person. But the thought of it was certainly making me moist. That’s when I realized I probably should have brought a change of knickers with me.

The mansion looked impressive from the outside as we drove up the lane. A man came out and offered to park their car. I got out with James and Dorothy, watching as he drove their car around the corner.

When we went inside I was surprised to discover the mansion wasn’t nearly as elegant as it looked on the outside. Apparently our host had simpler tastes. In fact I was able to pick him right out as he was talking to a small group of people.

He saw us and excused himself before he came over to us. He wore comfortable shoes, slacks, a shirt and vest. His hair was greying, and it made him look warm and comfortable… almost fatherly.

“Dorothy… James… so good of you to return.” Then he gallantly took my hand. “And who might this lady be with the lovely red hair?”

“This is Julie,” James told him with a smile.

“She’s here to ride your guillotine, Victor,” Dorothy added with a grin.

I blushed as he smiled at me. “Indeed. Another visitor who desires the thrill of seeing my monstrosity? I fear I’m getting something of a reputation.”

“Not so monstrous,” Dottie told him with a smile. “…not when it gives off some of the best orgasms ever.”

“But at great risk, my dear.”

“That’s what makes them so intense.”

He chuckled pleasantly. Then he told me, “Don’t let anyone talk you into doing something you don’t want to do, my dear. Enjoy my hospitality. Now if you will excuse me, I have other guests to attend to.” And with that he headed over to the door to great some newcomers.

James and Dorothy looked all around. I saw them point out people they recognized from their last visit. Then Dorothy looked at me and smiled.

“I bet you want to see the guillotine right away, right? C’mon, James. Let’s go show it to Julie. Maybe she’ll want to get the party started early so Victor can have some girlmeat for later.”

I felt a tremor of nervousness as Dorothy grabbed my arm. Together she and her husband led me through the interior. Then we went down some stairs.

We opened the door to a large basement room. The guillotine sat right in the middle, prominently displayed as the center of attention. It had a red cushioned bench as it faced the wall. A monitor hung on the wall in front for the individual in the guillotine to be able to keep track of the time. Another small monitor clung to the silver metal railing for the blade. It was exactly the way Dorothy had described it to me.

I gasped as I looked at it. “Can I…?” I started to say. Dorothy just grinned at me as she nodded.

I walked up to it and touched it with my hand. There was a very nice wicker basket about two feet high placed directly below where the head stuck out of the lunette. The floor was marble and sloped into a channel from the wicker basket to a hole along the wall, apparently to more easily drain away the blood.

I looked up at the gleaming blade, hesitantly reaching up as though to touch it. “Careful; it’s sharp,” James warned me. “One of his guests told me he got a little careless and got a nice cut on his hand.”

I pulled my hand back as my breath caught in my throat. I looked at the monitor on the wall as well as the one on the railing. The digital timers on both read 0:00.

“Looks like you’re first,” Dorothy chuckled at me. “Want to try it out, Julie?”

“It wouldn’t, uh… it wouldn’t come down on me prematurely, would it?”

“Who knows,” she laughed. “If it does I guess we’ll be having roast Julie for supper.”

As I stared at it, I found myself giving careful consideration to the idea of lying down on it just to see what it felt like. “I don’t… I don’t know. Will the timer kick in if I’m just lying in it?”

“The timer always kicks in once the lunette is latched, Julie. Would you like to try it out?”

I turned and looked at her as she smiled at me with amusement. I could actually see her nipples trying to poke through her blouse despite the bra she was wearing. “What about you, Dottie? Aren’t you going to ride it?”

James smiled at me as he held his bride close. “I think she wants to climb aboard after some time has elapsed. She thinks it will be more of a thrill that way. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Dorothy looked at her husband with visible excitement in her eyes. “Bloody hell yes, darling,” she panted. Then she took a deep breath before grabbing my arm.

“C’mon, love. I think you should try it out.”

“Dottie, I’m not so sure.” I was starting to get nervous. I was also wet as hell, and I didn’t want anyone to find out.

“Nonsense!” she declared as she led me over to the bench. “You can break it in and start the timer for us, love.”

“Dottie, I’m n-not sure…”

“C’mon, love. You know you want to!”

My mouth went dry as she pulled me over to the infernal contraption. “Down you go!” she gasped as she pushed me face down onto the bench. “Now stick your head right on through while James and I strap you down.”

“I don’t… I’m not… I mean…”

“That’s a lovely sundress,” she told me. ”I’m sure Victor will make sure it goes to a good home should the blade fall early.” She sure wasn’t helping matters any.

She helped slide me forward until my head went right on through. The wicker basket appeared directly below me, and I thought I saw red stains in the bottom and along the sides. I looked up to see that monitor on the wall with its digital numbers reading 0:00.

I got the shakes something fierce. If I didn’t hurry up and ask to be let out, that timer was going to start ticking away! I whimpered as they secured me with the straps until my arms were pinned to my sides.

My legs hung off the end of the bench as though I was kneeling, my knees not quite reaching the floor. It was the right position for having some male fuck me from behind on his knees. I gasped for breath, afraid of the timer starting and yet almost secretly longing for it.

About that time I heard the door open. Female voices entered the room. “Good morning, Dorothy. Who’s in the guillotine?”

“This is my friend Julie, Victoria. I see you and Louisa are back for more.”

“You know us, love. I see you and James returned as well.”

“I can’t seem to keep her away, ladies.”

“Careful, James, or you might find yourself going home alone.” Then I heard good-natured laughter.

I squirmed on the bench. The timer hadn’t even started yet, and I was getting both impatient and nervous. I was breathless as hell… and unbelievably wet.

“I see you haven’t started the timer yet. Mind if I have a go at her, Dottie?”

“Go right ahead, Louisa. I think she wants to go for a ride.” I couldn’t see behind me so I had no idea what Louisa or Dorothy had in mind.

A woman walked around in front of me wearing black heels and fishnet stockings. I looked up to see an attractive brunette with breasts far bigger than mine. She lifted my head up to look at me as she smiled.

“Hi love. I just love your red hair. Do you mind if I start you off?”

“I’m, uh… I’m not sure…”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled.

I heard a click somewhere behind me on the lunette. A moment later the timer in front of me started ticking… 0:01… 0:02… 0:03… Then I felt someone lift the hem of my dress.

“Ooh, she’s wet already!” Louisa chuckled. I felt movement as though someone was right behind me. Then I felt a hand rubbing my crotch.

I gasped and whimpered, writhing helplessly as the timer ticked on… 0:16… 0:17… 0:18. She rubbed me until my face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She was certainly being intimate with me.

“Just look at her, James,” I heard Dorothy gasp breathlessly. “Julie likes it.”

“Louisa likes playing with her too,” Victoria’s voice added with an amused chuckle.

I wriggled and squirmed as she rubbed me through my knickers. I was so embarrassed. They were soaked, but that didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest as she loudly observed, “She’s really wet, Dorothy. You think she’s going to like it as much as you do?”

“I doubt anyone likes it as much as my crazy wife.”

“James, you might be surprised,” Victoria responded.

I waited until the timer reached 0:58… 0:59… 1:00. “I’m done!” I gasped anxiously. I was embarrassed the way Louisa was rubbing me, and I wanted off.

“Oh, you’re not done yet,” Dorothy laughed. “Didn’t I tell you? Each ride is a minimum of five minutes. Otherwise everyone would try it for only a minute. Makes it much more exciting that way, wouldn’t you agree, Julie?”

I gasped in alarm. “Bloody hell, Dottie! You never told me that!” Then I felt Louisa pull my soaked knickers aside as she started rubbing her fingers between the folds of my labia.

I whimpered and moaned as I looked at the timer… 1:13… 1:14… 1:15. What the hell had I gotten myself into?? What if the blade came down before my five minutes were up??

“Gawd, she’s making me wet!” Dorothy observed breathlessly.

“She’s making me wet too, love,” Victoria added. “Louisa there will be next… that is, if Julie survives her five minute minimum. Maybe Victor will allow me to keep her head on my mantel. I just love flowing red hair.”

I let out a cry of alarm, only for Louisa to start fingering my nub. I began to tremble as I whimpered plaintively. Then I heard a familiar voice ask, “Is it everything you thought it would be, love?”

“B-bloody hell, Dottie C-can’t you get me out of here??”

“You wanted to come and ride the machine, remember?”

“I didn’t say I w-wanted to ride it!”

“You didn’t give me a definite no, love.” I mentally cursed her because she was right.

1:38… 1:39… 1:40…

As the timer reached two minutes I felt Louisa wriggle a couple of fingers inside me. Then I heard her tell her companion, “She’s really wet, Victoria.”

“That’s because she’s just as excited about riding the machine as you get when I make you ride it, love.”

“You m-make her ride it, Victoria?” Now I was starting to get concerned as I watched that bloody timer. I had only ridden it over two minutes… and yet I was frightened out of my mind as well as being amazingly wet down below.

“I suppose ‘make’ is a rather strong word, Julie. Let’s just say she loves to ride it for me. But I think deep down she loves the thrill she gets from it. And I do know how to reward her for her obedience.”

Julie’s fingers slid in and out of me, causing me to moan and whimper. “She’s really wet, Victoria. Mind if I make her cum?”

“It’s certainly ok with me, Louisa. I think James and Dorothy here would love to see that as well.”

I whimpered as I looked at the timer… 2:25… 2:26… 2:27. Bloody hell; I still had two and a half minutes to go! Was I going to lose my head over this??

“Gawd, just look at her!” Dorothy gasped from somewhere behind me. I heard footsteps as she came around front. I looked up to see her standing there as she grinned at me.

“How’s it feel, love?”

“I don’t… I can’t… b-bloody hell, I don’t…”

“That good, eh?”

She chuckled as Louisa thrust her fingers in and out of my dripping twat. She used her other hand to finger my nub. I was on fire with a terrible arousal, embarrassed as hell with everyone watching me. Then I heard the door open as another voice joined in…

“Hey, I see someone’s riding the guillotine already.” He sounded French.

“Hello, Renard. That’s my friend Julie. I told her about it during lunch a couple weeks ago. She told me she couldn’t wait to go for a ride.”

“I suppose going early is the best way; right, Dorothy… especially if you want to try it out with minimum risk? Still, I suppose you never know when the blade will fall since Victor set it to randomly fall at any time.”

I whimpered again as Louisa really fingered me while rubbing my nub. I would have enjoyed a male fucking me, but I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Besides, she was making me wriggle like crazy the way she was playing with me down there.

I panted for breath as I watched the timer. 3:14… 3:15… 3:16. At least I was beyond the halfway point. But what if the damned blade came down before it reached 5:00??

Louisa played with my pussy like she’d done it many times before. I saw another set of heels and fishnet stockings come into view. I looked up to see a woman in long dark hair all dressed in black. It must have been Victoria.

“So what do you think of my lovely Louisa, hun? Isn’t she the best?”

I whimpered as I blushed, knowing she could see me getting fingered. My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the timer. Why the hell wouldn’t it hurry up already??

The timer had just reached 4:00 when I felt a tongue poking around my anus. It made me clench and shiver as I gasped for breath. The fingers slid in and out at a faster rate as I began to feel it swell within me.

“Are you going to make her cum before the blade falls?” Dorothy gasped with delight. “Or are you going to wait and tease her?” In response I heard Louisa giggle as she poked my anus with her tongue again.

I writhed and whimpered, my eyes staring at that damned monitor on the wall. 4:21… 4:22… 4:23… My breath caught in my throat as I felt the heat of embarrassment all over my face.

“Make her cum!” I heard Dorothy gasp. That’s when Louisa began thrusting harder as she really began tonguing my hole.

I really began to wriggle in the guillotine, partially terrified I might somehow dislodge the damned blade. Victoria reached down and lifted my head up. “Is she making you feel good, love?” I grimaced and whimpered while panting for breath.

The timer had just passed 4:40 when Louisa really began tonguing me as she fingered me good and hard. She really worked on my nub with her other hand. It swelled within me until I cried out at the 4:52 mark.

It flushed warmly through my entire body. At the same time I felt an immense humiliation at cumming right in front of everyone watching me. “Gawd, that’s lovely!” Victoria gasped.

I was panting for breath when Louisa proudly proclaimed, “DONE!” Then she rose up and popped the latch to the lunette. The timer stopped at 5:03.

I panted like crazy as I was unstrapped and let out of the machine. I rose unsteadily to my feet. I saw Dorothy looking at me with a rapturous expression as she gasped, “Bloody hell, you looked lovely cumming like that!”

I reached out to steady myself. I got a good look at Renard who looked about ten years older than me. Then I turned and saw Victoria stripping Louisa out of her attire as she told her, “Ok, my pet. Julie broke it in for us. Now it’s your turn…

© 2017 (written for Dorothy and Julie Jul 7 ’17 by riwa)

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August 3, 2017 UWFetish and Patreon 0 (0)

Posted on August 3, 2017 by riwa

There was a recent payment issue with UWFetish. Some stories and video clips with certain content were pulled due to issues with payment processing. Certain words found in the titles and descriptions made them… squeamish, shall we say?

In order to fall under guidelines, many products were pulled for review. In addition we had to wait until payment processing was restored. That means many products are still awaiting review for those trigger words to be replaced.

My store is not the only one currently awaiting review. Several other Producers have had products pulled or entire stores taken down until such time as a review of their titles and synopsis can be completed. Needless to say this has become a great inconvenience both for producers and their customers.

Allow me to offer my sincerest apologies. You may have wished to make a purchase, only to find certain products were no longer available. I regret the inconvenience this has caused you.

In an attempt to navigate around this issue both now and in the future, I have started a Patreon page. Patreon’s mission is to help every creator achieve a sustainable income by connecting with their fans. My mission by starting this page is to get more of my work into your hands while at the same time increasing my revenue stream to meet my current expenses.

Patreon has a system whereby a creator can offer more rewards as their fans pledge at certain levels. A patron is free to choose the level and rewards that most interests him or her. A patron is also free to adjust their level if they become interested in greater rewards.

I like the reward system in that it helps me target what levels my patrons will be most interested in. It also allows me to add a lower level for shorter stories that hardly ever see the light of day. I often write a short story inspired by a picture which may ultimately be seen by only a handful of individuals. This allows me to get those out to a greater audience.

I plan to continue the UWFetish store once it is fully operational, although many products have currently been pulled. I know there are those who wish to pick and choose their stories, making that store the better alternative. I want to make sure you still have that option.

For those who want access to a more flowing surge of stories, my Patreon page may be a nice alternative. I intend to post more stories there as rewards for those who sign on to certain levels. And it is highly probable the occasional older story from UWFetish might find its way there.  If that is a more suitable alternative to your budget, I hope you will come check it out.

Thank you so much for stopping by the library. And thank you for your purchases at the store and for your patronage at Patreon. You have no idea how much it means to me…

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The approaching Red Army 3.3 (3)

Posted on July 28, 2017 by riwa

(Note: To celebrate the opening of my patreon page I decided to post this a couple days early. This comes from an idea I had floating around in my head for several months.)

 

We worked out of the same house, up to and after the war had broken out. The prosperity of the Third Reich put money in the pockets of those who could use our services. And the many early victories gave us plenty of soldiers to entertain.

When the German armies marched east toward Russia we rejoiced in the victory to come. And we prospered as soldiers stopped in whenever they were passing through on their way to the Eastern front. Soon we began to talk of marrying and having families of our own in the thousand year Reich.

Young Elsie fell for a tank driver. Jutta met a sergeant passing through who began sending back frequent letters. Sofia was too fickle for just one man, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh from each one’s unique and individual manhood.

As for me? I was the cynical one, although I tried my best to hide it. I feared the war would go badly and we would all suffer a horrible fate as a result.

My fears were realized when our troops bogged down on the Eastern front. Many more soldiers passed through our house on their way to Russia. Elsie and Jutta looked forward to the many letters they received from the men they loved despite selling their bodies in the here and now. Sofia just enjoyed the constant stream of soldiers, and the pleasures to be had. I was the only one who saw the truth.

The times grew lean, and we were forced to sell ourselves for less and less. Wounded soldiers returned from the front with little money in their pockets and disconcerting stories on their lips. The letters for Elsie and Jutta dwindled, and then stopped altogether. We finally learned Jutta’s sergeant was killed in the battle of Leningrad while Elsie lost her tank driver in an engagement where our troops were badly outnumbered even before the battle had commenced.

For weeks they were inconsolable. Sofia and I did our best to encourage them of the lives their men had sacrificed for the good of the third Reich. But as reports filtered back, I was unable to hide from them the foreboding news of the retreat of our soldiers.

Now we were on the defensive. And we were losing ground daily. What’s more, we soon received word of what the Red Army was doing to any Germans they encountered, be they military or civilian. It filled us with a growing dread.

Our paying costumers began to dry up. Times grew hard and lean. It wasn’t long before refugees began streaming down the road past our house back into Germany.

Sofia gave her favors for free, perhaps hoping the pleasures of the flesh would ease the strain of an uncertain future. But Elsie and Jutta had it worse. They believed in the third Reich, and now it was crashing down around their ears.

I remember it was the first night we heard the boom of artillery off in the distance. We put all the lights out, fearing an immediate invasion. But the Red Army was not yet upon us.

Elsie took a candle and calmly went downstairs. When she did not return I went down after her. I found her hanging from a beam in a makeshift noose made out of electrical cords. She did not even say goodbye.

I stared at her dead body with sorrow in my eyes. She had been such a beautiful creature. But the news of war and the loss of her tank driver had devastated her, taking away her will to live.

When I returned to the main floor, Sofia asked about Elsie. I simply told her and Jutta not to go down into the basement as there was no need. The look in my eyes said it all.

The artillery grew louder. I asked if they wanted to flee. Sofia’s response was, “To where shall we go? Our fate will be similar no matter where they catch up to us. Best to meet them here.”

The shelling increased. The Red Army was fast approaching. And we knew what awaited us as we had learned it from the retreating soldiers who’d witnessed the results firsthand: rape… and then murder by strangulation.

Jutta finally gave in two days before the enemy soldiers arrived. “I do not want to be raped by the Russians. I will not allow some Cossack to violate me before killing me.” Then she looked at me before telling me, “Mitzi, you are strong and obstinate. I want you to do it.”

I looked at her in surprise. “Do what, Jutta?”

“Rape and strangle me.”

“Are you serious?”

“I will not hang as a common criminal like Elsie. And I will not allow a Cossack to enter my body.”

“Why should I rape you?”

“Because we are Germans. I know what we have done. The whole world hates us.”

I looked into her eyes. They looked defeated… resigned. I glanced at Sofia, but she either did not know or chose to deny. But I did know. We deserved worse.

“Do you really wish us to rape you, Jutta?”

“Yes. At least give my body some small pleasure as I die. Sofia here can assist you. Use the phallus. The Russians will find me already violated. Leave me naked in plain sight so that I may have my revenge with my premature death.”

She handed me a dark ribbon her tank driver had given her as a token of his affection. “Use this,” she told me. I nodded as I swallowed hard. A moment later a nearby artillery shell landed, making the house shudder.

Sofia returned with the phallus as Jutta stripped naked. Sophia could not help smiling with admiration at our brave friend. “The soldiers will greatly regret not having you to be raped alive.”

Jutta smirked, the first time I had seen any kind of happiness or contentment on her face in weeks. Then I wrapped the ribbon around her neck as Sofia checked her womanhood. She had shaved one last time for the occasion.

“You should enjoy doing this to me, Sophia,” Jutta chuckled. “And you, Mitzi… once you were jealous of my beauty.”

“Not anymore,” I told her quietly.

“Still… take some pleasure from me while you can.” Then she parted her legs fully as she sat in the cushioned chair, telling us, “I am ready. You may proceed.”

Sophia rammed her pussy with the phallus as I began to strangle her. I started slow, wanting her to enjoy the thrusts. It was nice to note her crotch was wet; perhaps she was enjoying it a little.

I strangled her harder, only to let up as the tears welled up in my eyes. She gasped as Sophia enjoyed thrusting in and out of her to the booming sound of artillery and approaching gunfire. The phallus made distinctly erotic, squishy sounds as it went in and out.

Jutta glared angrily at me before rasping. “Strangle me, damn you! I will have you take my life instead of those damned Cossacks!” So I pulled on both ends of the ribbon just as hard as I could while Sophia raped her cunt.

She bucked underneath us as we held her down while attempting to take her life. Her nipples were exceedingly hard as she suddenly shuddered at our assault. I was sure she had just orgasmed. Then she went limp beneath us.

Sophia panted for breath, still thrusting the phallus in and out. Then she rammed it in hard one last time. Jutta’s body responded, but I could find no pulse.

I left the ribbon around her neck as Sophia left the phallus buried in her pussy. Her eyes were glazed over; there was no sign of life. But I saw something in her vacant expression that made me wonder if perhaps she had enjoyed it, receiving one last sexual pleasure. Did that make her and Elsie braver for meeting their ends on their own terms? I did not know.

“What do we do now?” I asked Sophia. “The roads are filled with refugees; we have no place to go.”

“We wait,” she replied grimly. “We will be raped. And then we shall die.” So we waited.

We waited out the shelling and the artillery rounds going off all around us. One went off in the yard, sending shrapnel inside. I received a wound in the thigh while Sophia took an injury to her arm. We tended to our wounds as best we could, but did little else.

We waited without food, expecting none when the Red Army came. Then we heard tanks and foot soldiers outside. Then our door burst open and we faced the angry menace of several men brandishing weapons that could cut us to pieces.

We heard the words “Fraulein whores!” Then they set upon us like mad men right there on the floor right next to each other. They were ravenous… and they were none too gentle.

Sophia did not partake. She just lay there and allowed them to violate her. I do not know if she enjoyed it or not. After all, a cock is a cock, no matter the nationality.

As for me? I threw myself into it, fucking them with wild abandon. I knew this would be the last pleasure I would ever receive. Why not enjoy it?

They found Jutta in an adjacent room where we had simply left her naked body. They sounded angry they had not gotten to her sooner. Sophia did not react, but I had to smile inwardly that Jutta’s desires seem to have been met as I don’t think she was violated. As for Elsie, I heard men go down into the basement, only to return acting equally unhappy.

The soldiers outside seemed to learn there were available women present. More came and went inside our building, a structure that threatened to come down all around us as the bombs shook the ground. I was raped in all holes until I was sore, swallowing cum as more leaked out my cunt and ass. Sophia lay there like a slug, accepting each deposit as a dead woman.

My rebellion was to give in uncharacteristically to our rapists. Hers was to fight back unexpectedly. She suddenly produced a broken piece of glass and slashed the neck of some unsuspecting soldier, killing the poor fool. It immediately incensed the others.

We were dragged outside in our nudity. A tree still stood 50 yards down the lane. We were dragged to it in front of the passing might of the Russian military. Some soldiers cursed and swore at us while others gave us lecherous grins. Perhaps they knew our fate and wished to pause long enough from their march to observe.

Our arms were tied behind our backs. Then a bench was placed under a sturdy branch. Nooses were thrown over and tied off before we were made to stand on the bench and feel the lethal coils snugged around our throats.

My nipples hardened from the humiliation of our nudity in front of so many eyes during our impending execution. Cum leaked out of my cunt and ass. I felt excitement mixed with great shame.

Next to me Sophia fared the same as her nipples were also hard, her humiliation apparent as cum streaked down her legs. But she had a smirk flickering at the corners of her mouth. “Was taking that life worth it?” I asked.

“Yes. Did you enjoy your rape?”

“Yes.”

“Then we are content.”

“Yes we are.”

I saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes, and it caused me to smile. This greatly angered the soldiers, and our bench was promptly kicked over. And so we dropped, setting our nooses firmly around our throats while setting us to swinging like criminals.

The pain was intense as we kicked our lives away, Cossack cum leaking out of our holes. Occasionally our naked bodies bumped into each other. Several soldiers watched as I squeezed my pussy, forcing more cum out as I struggled right in front of them. Then I thought of Jutta and Elsie, wondering who of the four of us was the braver. In the end it probably did not matter.

I felt the heat of one last orgasm start to swell within me. I brought my knees together, jerking to hurry it along. Sophia’s cum-soaked pussy winked at the soldiers as though thanking them for raping her. Then consciousness faded away as we both pissed ourselves and died…

© 2017 (written Jun 4 ’17 by riwa)

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(AF’s) Picture Perfect 2.8 (6)

Posted on July 24, 2017 by riwa

The package came Saturday morning special delivery by Fed Ex. Brandy rushed inside and excitedly opened it. She let out a squeal of joy when she discovered it was the underwater camera she’d ordered. She couldn’t wait to try it out.

In no time at all she’d changed into her skimpy, dark blue bikini. Then she went out to the garage and quickly geared up into the scuba gear she’d prepared when her camera had come in. Feeling giddy as a schoolgirl she went to the boathouse and loaded up everything up into her zodiac before heading out into the Gulf, thankful she lived so close to the sea.

As she motored out she heard that still, small voice in the back of her head telling her it was unwise to go out all alone. But she justified her decision by telling herself she wasn’t going out very far. She just wanted to get into about 20 – 30 feet of water in the bright sunshine so she could try out her camera.

She was only out about three quarters of a mile out when she came to the spot she’d already planned for her first camera session. She tossed an anchor over the side to keep her zodiac in place. Then she checked her scuba gear once more.

She was terribly excited and she couldn’t wait to get into the water. With any luck she could become a real underwater photographer! It would only be a matter of finding some models to shoot in more exotic locations!

Brandy grabbed her camera and then sat on the side of her zodiac. Then she went over backward with a splash. The sea was a bit cool today but she figured that would only help keep her alert and on her toes.

As soon as she reached the bottom she readied her camera and then snapped off a couple of quick pictures. The model she had contained an LCD display to let her know how the picture had come out. It was a rather pricey addition to her equipment but she figured it would help her know how her pictures were turning out.

She swam around to a different location, snapping off a few more pictures. By now she wasn’t taking them so willy-nilly. She was being more selective in her shots, understanding it was pointless to take pictures of everything in sight.

Brandy knelt in front of a particularly colorful burst of underwater flora and fauna. She giddily snapped off a couple of pictures, believing she was growing more confident in her abilities. With more practice would come more discernment and she would be able to pick and choose what would make for a good photograph.

She had just snapped what she thought had proved to be an excellent find when her vision suddenly failed… as though someone had abruptly turned out the lights. It was horribly disorienting and she screamed in horror. When her vision returned she dropped her camera and began to freak out.

She grabbed her dive mask and regulator, blindly swimming around with fright. Something was wrong; something terrible must have happened! She had no idea what it could possibly be and she was terrified as she breathed heavily from her air supply.

She suddenly became disoriented again; was something wrong with her mixture? Her surroundings suddenly seemed alien to her and she felt chilled to the bone! She knelt on the sandy bottom, grabbing her head and screaming in fear as she exhaled heavily.

She began to get weak and dizzy and she grunted as she collapsed onto her back. A moment later she passed out! Brandy lay on her scuba tank on the seabed although her body continued to breathe normally from the regulator in her mouth.

As she lay there unconscious her legs began to drift upward, the weight of the tank keeping her down at the shoulders. Fortunately the reg stayed in her mouth and she continued to inhale and exhale. Her body soon found itself at an awkward angle, her scuba tank threatening to slip off her shoulders.

Her muscles began to twitch as her arms came up beside her. Her right arm somehow got inside the lope of the hose to her regulator. A moment later her arm jerked again, hitting the hose and popping the regulator out of her mouth.

She exhaled some of the breath in her lungs. Then her body reflexively inhaled. Brandy sat up with a start, gurgling in horror as her face twisted into a grimace of agony, her mouth open in a horrified scream.

Almost immediately she began to convulse painfully, her stomach contracting as seawater flooded her fragile lungs. She coughed and gurgled, trying to cry out in alarm as her contractions doubled her over. Her body reacted violently to the invasion of fluid and she screamed air and water out of her lungs.

Brandy collapsed onto the sandy bottom, doubling over in pain. She was drowning; gawd, she was really drowning!! She had no idea it could hurt as bad as it did!

She wanted to be over; gawd, how she wanted it to be over! But she was still alive! She had no idea she was processing just enough oxygen out of the saltwater to keep her conscious for a few more agonizing moments. Brandy floated just off the seabed, staring up in disbelief at the surface she would never reach!

Her body continued to spasm and convulse, forcing out what was left of the air in her lungs. All she could do was stare in horror as her mouth gaped open. The agonizing end came much too late for her peace of mind as she finally faded away into merciful oblivion. But even in death her muscles continued to twitch and spasm a few moments longer… as though the gods of the sea were making doubly certain there would be no oxygen of any kind left in her body…

© 2013 (written by request Mar 6 ’13 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Aqua fantasies Mermaids in Peril Vol. 6 and are for illustration purposes only.)

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The tranny and the playmate 4 (11)

Posted on July 18, 2017 by riwa

Emma checked the wrists, making sure they were secured. Then she tested each booted foot. But those seemed properly tied off as well.

Sahara umphed and grunted, the red pecker gag in her mouth preventing speech as she lay tied up spread-eagled on the bed. Her “clitty” was already hardening noticeably through the pantyhose she was wearing. Emma giggled at her, enjoying the way her charge struggled in vain.

“How did I do, hun?” she asked the tranny lying on the bed. “Is this the bondage you were looking for tonight?” Sahara grunted into her ball gag as her cock got harder.

“Got nothing to say to me? Aww, that’s too bad. Looks like you’re enjoying yourself though.” Emma giggled again as she allowed a hand to idly caress the growing bulge in the nylons. Sahara writhed and grunted anew.

“You like sucking on that pecker-gag? You did tell me you were bisexual. Maybe I should introduce you to some of the guys I blow. They’d love those slutty red lips I painted on you wrapped around their tasty dicks.”

Sahara moaned again as she writhed and wriggled. Emma reached down to rub her own crotch through her soaked thong. The only other thing she was wearing was a black, lacy bra which was eye candy for the helpless tranny.

“Do you have any idea how much you’re turning me on, hun? I love the way you look in that bondage.” The tranny writhed as she grunted again, struggling in her slutty top over a bra that was inflated on her chest.

“You look like you’d be ready to go out hooking if you weren’t all tied up at the moment. Would you like me to take you out and hit the streets? Who knows how much cock you could suck looking like that? I’ll bet the guys would pay good money to fuck the face of a tranny like you.”

Sahara groaned as she writhed again. Now her “clitty” was really straining underneath the pantyhose. Emma smiled as she added, “Oh yeah, mustn’t forget that, right? Now where does your wife keep those vibrators?”

She went over to a dresser she’d been told about earlier. She looked inside and picked out something that appealed to her. Then she hefted it up for the tranny to see.

“This one looks like it goes right up the butt. I’ll bet we can shove it right in and make those hose stretch even more. What do you think, hun?” Sahara groaned as she sucked on the pecker-gag between her lips.

“Oh, do you like sucking on that? Maybe we should get you some real cock, hun. How about that video store down the road? I’ll bet they have booths with gloryholes for a cocksucking slut like you.”

She grabbed the vibrating toy and turned it on. Then she reached underneath Sahara’s ass and felt around for the puckered anus. “Ah, here it is,” she said triumphantly. “Let’s see if we can push it right in through these hose, shall we? It’s ribbed so I’ll bet it’ll seat itself and stay in. This should give you lots of juicy cums.”

Emma was wet as hell as she slowly forced the toy inside. Putting the tranny in bondage was a real turn-on. This vibrating plug was going to be an added pleasure watching how it affected her.

Sahara lifted up her hips as though trying to avoid it. But that just made it easier for the sadistic Asian woman to push it right in. She slowly twisted it until it pushed past the anal ring and went right in where it seated.

Sahara moaned weakly, her eyes rolling as her cock strained underneath the pantyhose. Precum dripped off the tip of her “clitty”. “We’re really excited tonight, aren’t we?” Emma observed with a chuckle, caressing the bulging hose. Then she rubbed herself as she added… “Fuck; that’s so hot!”

She watched as the “clitty” twitched beneath the hosiery. She panted heavily as she rubbed herself a little more, all turned on by the tranny’s erotic bondage. “Let’s see what else we’ve got to play with, shall we?” Then she went back over to the dresser.

She pulled out a vibrating sheath and admired it. “This should pull all that spunk out of those balls of yours.” Then she went over to the writhing tranny lying spread-eagled on the bed.

Emma lifted up the waistband to the hosiery, forcing the sheath underneath. She pushed it down until it slowly engulfed the twitching dick, completely swallowing up the engorged member. “Now we just turn this on and watch all those juicy cums.”

Emma giggled as she activated it. Sahara’s back arched as she humped the air with her hips. The vibrator up her butt and the sheath now encasing her cock were driving her mad.

“Is this the sexy bondage a slut like you enjoys?” Emma purred at her. “Bound and vibrated? Damn, you’ve got me hotter than hell!” She rubbed her crotch as Sahara humped the air, sucking on the pecker-gag in her mouth as her grunts increased in pitch.

“Going to cum already, baby? Don’t exhaust yourself too soon. Your wife won’t be home for hours so we’ve got all night. Besides, you told me she loves tying you up and making you cum. Hell, with all the toys you’ve got in here, she’s probably done this to you many times before, am I right?”

Sahara writhed and grunted as she sucked like crazy on the pecker-gag secured between her lips. Emma moaned as she furiously rubbed herself. “Yeah, baby… suck on that pecker in your mouth with those slutty lips. Someday I’ve just GOT to get some real cock for that mouth of yours.”

She panted heavily as she watched Sahara writhe and hump on the bed. This week it was the tranny’s turn for bondage play. Emma had no idea how much she would enjoy dishing it out instead of taking it like she normally did. But they had a good thing going, switching off tying each other up and making each other cum like crazy.

Sahara looked like she was trying to fuck that sheath as her ass clenched around the toy buzzing in her rectum. “Gawd, you’re going to cum any moment now, aren’t you, hun!” Emma panted as she sat in a chair, slid her fingers under her thong and started finger-fucking her wet pussy.

“Yeah, baby… cum for me… fuck, yeah… that looks so fucking hot… let’s see that first one.”

Sahara lifted up her hips as she groaned into the pecker-gag in her mouth, the sheathed cock twitching. Emma breathlessly panted, “Fuck yeah” as she fingered herself. Then the tranny collapsed onto the bed, already exhausted from the first one as Emma cried out her pleasure.

She was just coming down from her orgasmic plateau when she thought she heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. There was a screech from worn brake pads, followed by the sound of a car door opening and closing. She looked at the tranny in alarm as Sahara anxiously looked back at her.

The front door opened and then slammed shut. A moment later they heard an angry female voice from the other room. “What the fuck is that jeep doing in our driveway? You got a slut back there? What the hell is going on??”

Emma’s eyes flew open in shock as Sahara grunted in alarm. Her wife wasn’t supposed to get back this early. Something must have gone wrong for her to have come home so soon.

Emma flew over to the bed, panting like crazy as she frantically tried to free Sahara from her bonds. But she’d secured them much too tightly. A moment later an angry voice came in through the open doorway… “Just who the fuck are you?”

Emma turned and blanched at the presence of the large women. She started to tremble, her pussy throbbing from the delicious predicament she’d gotten herself into. “I’m sorry; I must have the wrong house. I’ll just be leaving now.”

The angry wife was much bigger than the petite, 5 foot Asian. She easily grabbed Emma and slammed her into the chair she’d been sitting in. “Nobody leaves until I get some fucking answers; you got that?”

Sahara’s face went deathly pale as she moaned and grunted while sucking on the pecker-gag between her lips. Emma tried to think fast. “Look, she – I mean he – never told me he was married.”

“You expect me to believe that? What the hell did you do to him – dress him up like your average street corner hooker??”

“Look, he told me you did this to him sometimes and that he wanted me to…”

“So you knew he was married after all! You fucking tart!”

“I, uh… I’ll just be going now…”

“You sit your ass back down, you little whore!”

She slammed Emma back into the chair as the frightened Asian panted like crazy. It was terribly arousing getting caught like this. She had no idea what the angry bitch was capable of, much less what she might do to her.

A groan from the bed caused the wife to look in her husband’s direction. He tried to grunt something at her. “You just shut the hell up and take your medicine!” In his fearful excitement it looked like his cock was starting to twitch again, making that sheath it was confined inside spasm in salute under the pantyhose.

“You don’t need me here anymore so I think I’ll be running along.”

Emma stood up, only to get slammed back down into the chair with an angry exclamation of “Sit your ass back down, you fucking whore!”

“Hey! I don’t have to take this!”

“In this house you damn well do!”

Emma tried to stand up again, only for the woman to force her back down into the chair… “Stay put!” Then she started looking around for something.

“You can’t keep me here against my will!”

“You didn’t come here against your will, you little tart! What were you planning on doing… spending the night in my bedroom getting yourself off watching my tranny-slut husband?”

“We were only having a little fun.”

“I’ll just bet you were!” Then she reached underneath the bed and produced several lengths of rope.

Emma blurted out “Oh hell no!” as she launched herself out of the chair and tried to run. The angry wife went after her, tackling her to the floor. Sahara grunted in alarm as she kept writhing helplessly from her erotic bondage and buzzing toys.

“Hey, get off me!”

“Shut up, tart!”

“Get the hell off!”

“Shut the hell up!” Then Emma was pulled to her feet and roughly forced back into the chair before the wife started tying her into it with the rope.

“Hey! You can’t do this to me!”

“The hell I can’t!”

“Sahara!!!”

“That tranny-slut can’t help you now, bitch. You tied her up too good!”

“Get off me!”

“Shut the hell up!”

She struggled as the angry wife wrapped rope around her arms and chest. Emma tried to kick her, only to get her legs secured to the legs of the chair. In no time at all the Asian found herself all tied up, breathless and aroused as her pussy throbbed, her nipples painfully erect.

“You can’t do this to me! Turn me loose! You’re going to pay for this!”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up?”

The angry wife went over to the dresser and pulled out a long, black pecker-gag. Emma blanched in alarm as her pussy really started to moisten. “This ought to shut you up!” the woman proclaimed as she came back to the chair.

Emma resisted before her mouth was forced open. The pecker-gag went deep, nearly gagging her. She grunted in protest as the wife tied it off around her head… “There! That ought to shut your trap!”

For a moment she paused to catch her breath now that both individuals in her bedroom were secured and not going anywhere. She looked over at her husband who was writhing and humping on the bed. Then she looked at Emma who was grunting indignantly. “So you bitches want to cum; is that it? Let’s see what I can do for you!”

She went over to the dresser and pulled out a large vibrating egg. Emma’s eyes flashed in horror as she stared in alarm. “Is this what you’re after?” the wife asked as she hefted it in the frightened Asian’s direction.

Emma shook her head as the woman came over and pulled the Asian’s wet thong aside. “I see you’re already soaked,” the angry wife observed with a snort. “Figures.”

She worked the egg up inside Emma’s well lubricated pussy. She made sure the thong was back in place so it couldn’t be squeezed out. Then she went over, retrieved the remote in the drawer and pointed it in Emma’s direction. A moment later the Asian’s eyes flew open as she started to writhe and moan.

“Is that what you wanted, you little tart? Did you come over to my house to share orgasms with my tranny-slut husband? Fine! I’ll let you have all the damned orgasms you want!”

She went around the chair, checking the rope to make sure Emma couldn’t get free. The writhing Asian sucked like crazy on the large pecker-gag in her mouth as her groans increased in pitch. The wife smiled cruelly at her.

“Gonna cum already? Figures. I’ll bet a slut like you lives for orgasms.”

She turned toward her husband who was writhing and groaning on the bed in his slutty female attire. “Is this better? You wanted bondage and orgasms and now you get to watch your slut playmate share them with you. Was that your plan all along? You’re both sluts; do you know that? I should whore the two of you out right now!”

She went over and slapped his face hard. Then she walked back to the chair and slapped Emma’s face equally hard. The two secured individuals simply writhed and moaned all the more in their buzzing arousal and humiliation.

“Well, isn’t this nice,” the wife observed as she glanced at one and then the other. “Quite an arousing little chorus we have here. You don’t mind if I join you sluts, do you?” Then she reached under the skirt she’d been wearing to rub herself.

Sahara writhed even more as her “clitty” rose up underneath the hosiery with the sheath buzzing around it. Seeing Emma in erotic bondage while her wife enjoyed their helplessness was more arousing than she could have possibly imagined. She sucked harder on the pecker-gag in her mouth as Emma writhed and moaned erotically.

“So which one of you sluts is gonna cum first?” the wife wanted to know. A moment later Emma’s eyes rolled as she groaned and shuddered. “Fuck, I might have known,” she gasped, furiously fingering herself until she had a little orgasm of her own.

She rubbed herself until her tranny husband humped the air, enduring a second climax before collapsing on the bed. Then she pulled out her cellphone and made a call. She smiled at her captives as a voice answered.

“Hello, Darrell? This is Siri. What are you doing right now? Why did I call? Because I need a fuck right now, that’s why! Yeah, my tranny husband is in bondage again and I’m horny as hell. He’s writhing like crazy and he’s going to soak the bed before he’s finished. …when? Twenty minutes? I’ll be right over.” Then she ended the call.

“Ok, you sluts,” she told them with a smirk. “You’re getting yours so I’m gonna go get mine. You might like playing with your toys, but I need the real thing. And since I’m especially horny, this might take a few hours.”

Sahara’s eyes flew open in alarm as she shook her head. His wife responded almost immediately. “Hey, shut the fuck up and suck on that pecker-gag, you stupid bitch! You did this to yourself by inviting this tart over!”

Emma moaned and whimpered, a drugged look in her expression. The wife grinned sadistically at her. “You’re not going anywhere, honey. You’re staying right there. If I’m lucky maybe you’ll cum yourself to death before I get back. Now I’ve got to change and go see Darrell so I can get myself some real cock. See what you sluts made me do?”

They were forced to watch as Siri provocatively changed her clothes right in front of them. Then she headed for the bedroom door as Emma and Sahara grunted at her in alarm, trying to get her to let them loose. “Oh no! You sluts wanted to cum, so now you’re going to cum! I could be gone several hours so you’d better pace yourselves.” Then she laughed as she headed out the door.

Emma cried out for the bitch not to leave them like this. Then she heard the front door open and close. She felt an erotic jolt the moment she heard the car engine start up.

She looked over at Sahara who looked back at her while writhing helplessly. This couldn’t be happening could it?? His wife was only bluffing, right?

They heard the car back out of the driveway. Then it roared away. Emma shuddered hard, her eyes rolling as she climaxed all over again.

They had been tied up and abandoned, left to the sadistic whims of their buzzing toys. Sahara looked over at her and groaned weakly as her “clitty” started to harden yet again. Emma started grunting and shaking her head… “No… don’t get hard… don’t let me see how aroused you’re getting… no, I can’t stand it!” Then she shuddered hard again, her hands flexing helplessly as she moaned her climax.

–

A few minutes stretched into half an hour. Occasionally they heard the sound of a vehicle driving by outside. Otherwise there was only the faint humming of three buzzing toys, further reminding them of the erotic bondage they were in.

The phone rang, a call for Sahara. The answering machine picked it up. Somebody wanted to know what he was doing tomorrow. Emma tried to grunt in the direction of the phone how they needed to be rescued. Then the caller hung up, and she was cumming all over again.

An hour stretched into two. Sahara came hard, causing Emma to respond by climaxing the moment she witnessed the tranny’s orgasm. But the buzzing in her ass along with the buzzing sheath around her “clitty” prevented the tranny from getting any kind of reprieve.

Two hours stretched into three. Emma was afraid she was going to orgasm to death. She climaxed again, which set off Sahara as the helpless tranny watched until her own system overloaded.

Every time a vehicle drove by, the two bondaged individuals found themselves hoping it was the wife. But each time proved to be a false alarm. Emma was soaked from her many cums while Sahara was a spunky mess.

They finally heard a vehicle pull up into the driveway to the sound of that familiar screech of brakes. A car door opened and closed. Then they heard the front door open.

“That was great!” a female voice called out. “I was horny as hell… but then so was Darrell! I hope you don’t mind that I stayed and enjoyed myself a little while longer.”

Sahara moaned weakly, her buzzing sheath fully soaked. Emma umphed as she tried to get the woman’s attention to finally let them free. Siri walked in and looked at them both with her arms crossed, an evil smile flickering at the corners of her mouth.

“You sluts still going at it?” Then she looked coldly at her tranny-husband.

“You know what? I gave this some thought while driving over to see Darrell. And do you know what I came up with?” Sahara grunted weekly, writhing as though indicating she needed to be freed from her bondage.

“I came to the conclusion you’re never going to want to give this shit up. And you’re not, are you. I’m fed up seeing how you look so much better than I do when we dress up and go out for a night on the town. So what do you think I should do with you?”

She paused as she appeared to give it some thought. “You know, there is that life insurance I took out on your ass a few years ago. If you disappeared I could wait until they legally pronounced you dead. But in the meantime what am I going to do with your slut playmate over here? She might get the urge to go tell someone… and we couldn’t have that now, could we?”

She gave Emma the evil eye as the bound Japanese woman moaned weakly while shaking her head. Then the wife noticed the wooden chair was soaked. That’s when her eyes flashed malevolently.

“I know. Let’s give you a bath, shall we?” Then she grabbed the chair with Emma in it and dragged it into the bathroom while Sahara tried to cry out for his wife to leave the little Asian woman alone.

Siri lifted Emma chair and all and worked her into the bathtub. She laid the chair down on its back, letting Emma look up at the ceiling with her head near the faucet. Then she plugged the drain before turning the water on.

Emma started to thrash about in the chair, grunting and whimpering. Siri just laughed at her. “I’d say you’ve got about five minutes to say your prayers, you little slut… maybe ten.”

In the bedroom they heard Sahara grunting anew. The wife laughed as she called in to her, “You just keep on having those orgasms while you can, you stupid slut. After I take care of this one you’ll be next!” The tranny shook her head in shock, her eyes wide in horror.

Emma cried out as the water started collecting on the bottom of the tub. Pretty soon it started rising up around her. She writhed and moaned, trying to cry out while sucking on that pecker-gag in her mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about this for some time now, hun. You know how easy it is to get my tranny-slut husband into bondage? I just didn’t count on having to get rid of his playmate at the same time.”

Emma thrashed about in the chair as the water continued to rise. She tried begging her not to do it, even as the pecker-gag filled her mouth. Then she shuddered hard as she moaned again in orgasm. Her eyes rolled, betraying the climax she’d just endured.

“Cumming again, are we?” the wife observed with a sneer. “My, but you’re a horny one.” Then she started rubbing herself as she breathed, “You don’t mind if I get myself off while you drown for me, do you?”

In the other room Sahara cried out again, the vibrator up her ass and the buzzing sheath making her “clitty” twitch. Siri just called into her, “In a minute, darling. The water’s almost up to her face.”

Emma cried out as she tried to lift her head. She got another two or three inches. But that was all.

She lowered her head back down to lessen the strain on her neck. The water covered her eyes and was almost to her mouth and nose. Siri deliberately puffed her cheeks mockingly as though indicating it might be wise for the helpless woman to start holding her breath.

Emma lifted her head back up, trying to keep her face out of the water. The egg buzzed mercilessly in her kitty. She writhed until she went off in orgasm again, causing Siri to rub herself harder… “Fuck, you just had another one, didn’t you! I’ll bet that one felt really good, didn’t it!”

Emma moaned weakly as her head went back down, only to discover she was completely submerged. She let out a bubbly cry as she lifted her head back up. Her eyes betrayed her fear as well as her intense arousal.

“Not going to be much longer, hun,” Siri breathed as she furiously rubbed herself.

From the bedroom came another muffled grunt of alarm. “She’s almost done!” Siri called in to her tranny-husband. “Don’t be so impatient! I’ll get to you in a minute!”

Emma strained with all her might, trying to keep her head above water. But it was a losing battle as it slowly rose up, covering her eyes and mouth. It finally swirled around her nose until her head was completely submerged.

Her eyes flashed in horror, pleading for the bitch not to do this awful thing. Siri just rubbed herself all the harder. “Any minute now, hun,” she told her. “Just give in and accept that last, big orgasm.”

Emma writhed as the egg buzzed maddeningly inside her. Then she winced as she started to shudder. “Yeah, there it is!” Siri gasped before crying out from an orgasm of her own.

A moment later there was a burst of bubbles out of Emma’s nose. Then the frightened Asian woman started thrashing about in the tub as more bubbles came up. There was a grunt of horror from the other room.

Siri called out into the bedroom, “Give me another minute, ok? She’s drowning now; it won’t be much longer!” Then she gasped while furiously fingering herself as she looked down at the drowning Asian… “Fuck, that’s arousing as hell, hun!”

The water sloshed around in the tub as Emma thrashed about, her chest heaving as her head shook this way and that with her black hair swirling all about. Her hands flexed as her feet cocked and curled. Then she shuddered hard before appearing to relax as a few bubbles slipped out of her nose. Siri looked at the expression of horror in the Asian’s lifeless eyes… and promptly cried out in orgasm.

In the bedroom Sahara grunted in horror, her “clitty” hard from the peril occurring in the other room. She couldn’t believe her wife was doing this to them. She heard the sloshing of water in the tub in the bathroom which was followed by the sound of the tap turning off. Then there was silence.

Siri slowly walked in with a sadistic smile. “One down; one to go, darling.” Then she walked over to the dresser and reached inside for a piece of plastic she’d used in the past. From there she went over to the bed.

Sahara’s cock was hard and bulging underneath the pantyhose. “One last fuck, honey?” Siri asked with a smile. She used her fingernails to cut a hole in the hosiery before setting the hard dick free from the sheath.

She noticed how full of cum it was. “My – my; I see you’ve had a rather enjoyable night, haven’t you.” Then she smiled evilly as she climbed aboard, impaling her cunt on his soaked dick.

She slowly brought the plastic down onto his head. “Got one last cum in there for me, honey?” she asked as she held it tightly against his face. Then she started riding him, grinding with his dick inside her.

Instinctively he thrust upward with his cock from his horrific arousal while trying to breathe around the pecker-gag in his mouth. But the plastic was helping create a good seal. He couldn’t get any air through his mouth or his nose.

Instinctively he began to thrust more anxiously as he struggled to pull in a breath. “Yeah, honey, give it up for me!” she gasped with delight. “This really is the best way, you know? This way I can move on with my life while you can…well, you know… just pass on.” Then she kissed the plastic over his forehead.

Sahara grunted as she tried to breathe, thrusting instinctively into her wife’s cunt. A moment later her “clitty” exploded as her lungs screamed for air. She thrashed about beneath the woman riding her, climaxing all the way down as her lungs heaved painfully. Then she abruptly went limp.

Siri kept the plastic firmly on his face, riding him all the way down as she climaxed all over his spurting cock. She winced as she let out one last orgasmic cry. Then she sighed as she slowly pulled the plastic away. Sahara stared up at her with lifeless eyes, a look of frozen horror in her features.

“Was it good for you too, honey? Your playmate had a really big cum in the tub as she drowned. At least you two enjoyed yourselves. I’ll wait until it’s midnight before hauling your bodies down in her jeep and dumping you both in the river along with her vehicle before walking home.”

“Oh, I think I’m gonna miss you a little. But probably not all that much considering you always seem to dress up so much better than I. You’ve always known I was a jealous bitch, right? What else did you expect was going to happen? Now you two sluts will simply disappear off the face of the earth. The authorities will think you ran off together or maybe engaged in some sort of suicide pact.”

She kissed him on the forehead once more before climbing off. Now she was the one who had to get cleaned up from her many cums. But there was a dead slut tied to a chair in her bathtub full of water. She shook her head and frowned at all the work she now had to do. Perhaps she hadn’t thought this all the way through…

© 2017 (written for Emma and Sahara Apr 18 ’17 by riwa)

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