Belted! 3.7 (6)

Posted on May 24, 2017 by riwa

“How about it, big boy?” she asked coyly, sitting provocatively on the bed.

When he didn’t move, she changed her position. “Well? Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna come join me?” She patted the bed for emphasis.

He still didn’t move, but she could tell he was interested. So she invited him over with a wiggle of her finger and a lustful gaze.

“You got something for me to suck on?” she asked innocently. To emphasize her point she stuck a finger into her mouth and started sucking on it thoughtfully.

“Mmmmm,” she purred. “How about it, big boy? You wanna sit here next to me and whip it out?” She made slurping sounds as she sucked on her finger. Unable to resist, he moved to the bed and sat down next to her.

The slutty little whore was on him in a flash, working to remove the belt from around his shorts.

She couldn’t wait to get it off him! In seconds she had it unbuckled.

“Gimme that!” she breathed excitedly as she worked to pull it off.

A moment later it was in her hands. “I’ve got your belt!” she said triumphantly as she waved it at him. “Now let’s see what ELSE you’ve got hiding down there.” She moved to unbutton his shorts.

“I have a BETTER idea!” he said as he grabbed for his belt, pulling it out of her hands.

“Oh?” she asked with a smile as she relinquished her hold on it. “What are you gonna do with it? You certainly don’t need it anymore!” He just looked at her as his eyes flashed menacingly.

“Let’s just wrap it around that slutty little neck of yours!” he announced dramatically. With a flash he had it wrapped around her throat. Her mouth instantly fell open in total shock.

A moment later she opened her mouth, only to discover to her horror that she couldn’t scream… couldn‘t even breathe!

Her hands instantly flew up to the belt around her throat in a desperate effort to pry it lose. She tried to scream again but nothing came out except a wheezing gurgle.

She couldn’t pull any air into her heaving lungs and she couldn’t pry the belt away from her neck!

She tried to scream, tried to breathe, tried to claw the belt off from around her neck as the room started to spin all around her.

He pulled her backward onto the bed as her vision started to blur. She tried to pull his arm away but her muscles felt all numb and tingly. There was a roaring in her ears as she tried one last time to scream. Instead there was a death rattle that emanated from somewhere deep inside her. Then she stopped moving altogether as everything went dark all around her.

He waited for another minute but there was no need. Her lifeless eyes gazed upward, her mouth frozen open from her last attempt to pull air into her tortured lungs. He got up and looked down at her, satisfied that she was gone.

“I’ll bet this wasn’t what you expected,” he said grimly, looking down at her death stare.

He glanced at the clock and discovered to his dismay that he needed to go. Instantly he began to think of how he was going to dispose of her body. Looking around, he found a large bag that he lifted up, measuring to see if she would fit inside.

It looked like it might work so he lifted her upright and pulled the bag over her body.

“You wanna give me a little help here?” he asked with a sadistic chuckle.

A moment later he let go of her body, allowing her to fall backward onto the bed.

Realizing she wouldn’t fit without cramming her in, he turned her over onto her side.

He stuffed her legs up inside until she was all curled up in the fetal position. At least it looked like she was going to fit in the bag now.

“C’mon, bitch!” he said with a sneer. “Monday’s trash day and I gotta have you out to the curb when the garbage truck comes by.”

Only her toes were left sticking out, which meant he just had to cram her inside a little more before sealing up the bag.

“You ready, bitch?” he said to her lifeless body. “I got places to go and people to see… and you got a date with the landfill!”

(Pictures are for illustration purposes only.

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The Twilight Zone: Hypnotized 3.5 (4)

Posted on May 24, 2017 by riwa

Meet Elizabeth Newberry, age 35, never been married. She has the looks to attract a mate, but not the temperament. She doesn’t care much for male companionship. She prefers solitude, especially her books.

Elizabeth is spending one last night on the road before she returns home from a business meeting she was forced to attend… one last, relaxing night away from the daily routine she has grown accustomed to. In her possession is the latest book she’s been trying to finish for the last few weeks.

Elizabeth has put on her favorite swimsuit and brought her book down to the motel’s indoor swimming pool on the chance that some family with children might come down to enjoy a swim. She enjoys the sounds of little kids at play… enjoys the sounds of splashing and the gleeful cries of delight, especially since she believes she will never have children of her own.

Although Elizabeth likes to wear her swimsuit, she has this phobia: she’s afraid of the water. She won’t even take baths; just uses her shower at home! It’s perfectly fine for anyone else to get in the water and for some reason seeing little kids splash about gives her great delight. Just don’t ask her to dangle her toe in it!

She likes to come down to the pool in her swimsuit from time to time, bringing along her current piece of reading material, just so she can pat herself on the back for being so close to the water. It’s taken years for her to become comfortable sitting this close and she prides herself on her accomplishment.

There’s no one around; she has the pool all to herself. Of course she has no intentions of getting in, but that’s going to change and her phobia is about to take center stage!

Elizabeth Newberry is about to enter…

THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

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Elizabeth sighed wistfully as she read her book. As interesting as it was, she longed to hear the cries of a youngster playing in the pool. She was becoming acutely aware of her age and the fact that she would probably never bear children. If only that family of four she’d seen earlier would come down and make an appearance. That three year old girl looked awful cute and would probably enjoy paddling around in the pool with her mother at her side.

She suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and glanced up hopefully…

Darn! Just some guy in dark blue swim trunks!

She quickly buried her face in her book, hoping he hadn’t noticed her looking at him. Unfortunately, she thought she heard the quiet whisper of bare feet on tile get louder… as though he might be approaching her. She cursed inwardly, hoping she wouldn’t have to engage in any small talk.

“Hi! Mind if I join you?”

CRAP! So much for that idea!

“Whatever,” she answered curtly, hoping her shortness would put him off. Unfortunately it didn’t.

“Gonna go for a swim later on?”

“No!” It virtually came out as a snarl.

“Why not?” he persisted.

CAN‘T THIS GUY SEE I DON‘T WANT TO TALK??!!

“’Cause I‘m afraid of the water!” she snapped. There! That should drive him off!

“Afraid of the water?!” he replied in astonishment. “I could cure that!”

“Yeah – right!”

“No, really!” he said brightly. “I know hypnotism! I could cure it with hypnotism!”

“Those things don‘t work!” she stated firmly, almost angrily. Now he was really starting to get on her nerves! Why the hell wasn‘t he getting the hint??!!

“Not true!” he kept on. “I cured one guy from smoking and I cured a woman from raiding her refrigerator late at night!”

“Sure,” Elizabeth answered acidly, the sarcasm dripping off her tongue.

“No, really! I could cure your fear of the water! Just let me try a little hypnotism on you!”

“I don’t think so!”

“Ah, c’mon; give it a try! What would it hurt? You won’t be afraid of the water after I get through with you! Just let me try a little hypnotism on you!” The guy acted like he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer!

Elizabeth roughly closed her book and slammed it down on the table! “OK – WHATEVER!” She was surprised at her outburst, but this guy was really starting to piss her off! Maybe if she just let him do his little hypnotist act on her – just went along with it – he’d finally leave her alone.

She got a glimpse of the eagerness on his face but it only angered her further. She shook her head, propped it up against her hand and sighed heavily as he stammered over his words, obviously excited she was going to let him try…

“This’ll be easy! Now ju… just… uh… follow me, OK? Just… just…” She kept her head up against her hand, hoping for a migraine so she’d have some excuse to leave. She realized she was just too dog-gone nice to people sometimes! She needed to be more assertive!

“Watch the watch… and just relax!” …and he saw her expression. “No, this will work!” he insisted. “Trust me!” …and he pulled the watch off his wrist, causing her to roll her eyes.

“Just watch the watch… and just relax!” he kept repeating. She shook her head in frustration as he waved it back and forth in front of her face…

“Just focus on the watch… focus on the watch… you’re relaxing.”

Elizabeth gave in, figuring she’d never get back to her book unless she let him go through with it! She looked at the watch and allowed herself to calm down and relax. As he kept waving it back and forth in front of her face she followed it with her eyes…

“Focus on the watch…. you’re relaxing………. you’re relaxing………. you’re feeling tired…………”

And damned if she WASN’T feeling tired! Her eyelids got heavy and she found it nearly impossible to keep them open. His words buzzed in her ears…

“You’re feeling very relaxed… very relaxed…”

She felt like she’d been sleeping for hours when she suddenly heard him speak to her…

“You are a beautiful mermaid.”

She couldn’t help but repeat it back to him word for word…

“I am a beautiful mermaid.”

“You are comfortable in the water.”

“I am COMFORTABLE in the water.” …and she believed it!

“I am not afraid of the water.”

“I am not afraid of the water.” …and she suddenly realized she wasn’t!

“The water is my friend.”

“The water is my friend.” …and she found herself longing to be in it!

“The water is my home.”

“The water is my home.” …and her desire to be in the water increased dramatically!

“I can BREATHE in the water.”

“I can BREATHE in the water.” …and she was certain it was true! She found herself desperately wanting to get into the pool!

“Now GO, my beautiful mermaid. GO to the water!”

YES!

She rose up out of her chair and walked trance-like over to the steps that led into the pool, even as something inside her trembled with anticipation. She grabbed onto the rail and slowly descended the steps, stepping into a pool for the very first time and feeling the water wrap itself around her feet, ankles and thighs like a long-lost lover.

She waded away from the steps into deeper water, walking slowly in her hypnotically-induced state. The water felt cool and sensual on her legs and she tingled as goose bumps covered her flesh.

The water climbed her thighs and covered her stomach as she continued to move into deeper water. Her face betrayed no emotion, but somewhere deep within her, her insides churned excitedly, as though she was finally coming home… home to where she belonged! She WAS a beautiful mermaid and she was finally returning home!

But somewhere in a corner of her soul, a voice was crying out in terror, wondering what in the world she was doing wading around in a pool! She was horrified that she couldn’t control her body, couldn’t stop herself from moving into deeper water. She felt absolutely powerless to stop what she was doing. It was as though someone else had taken over, someone who believed herself to be a mermaid of some sort.

As the water level climbed her body and reached her breasts, the mermaid Elizabeth quivered excitedly. Soon she would be underwater where she belonged. Soon she would be home. The water-phobic Elizabeth cried out helplessly, unable to stop what was happening to her as she continued to wade slowly toward deeper water, deep in her trance-induced state.

The water climbed over her breasts to her shoulders, indicating to her that it was time. She paused dramatically, the phobic part of her screaming helplessly. The mermaid part of her trembled with anticipation, not wanting to put it off any longer.

{NO – NO – NO – NO!} “Phobic” Elizabeth watched helplessly as “Mermaid” Elizabeth took a deep breath and submerged.

Air bubbled out of her mouth and nose and for a moment Elizabeth the phobic wondered if everything was going to turn out all right. She still had no control over her body or what was happening to her and she prayed that control would somehow be quickly restored.

Elizabeth the mermaid had no such thoughts. Completely surrounded by cool pool water, everything suddenly felt right with the world! Her body tingled excitedly as though she’d been plugged into a low voltage outlet. She drifted peacefully near the surface, too buoyant to stay near the bottom.

She suddenly became aware of her growing need to breathe as her lungs heaved gently in her chest. She needed air…

‘But I’m a mermaid!’ she realized happily. ‘I can breathe underwater!’ …and she opened her lungs to the chlorinated water…

{NOOOOOOOOO!}

Elizabeth convulsed sharply as her body tried to repel the liquid that entered her lungs. She began jerking and spasming as the pain increased dramatically and confusion washed through her…

‘But I’m a beautiful mermaid! I’m at home in the water! I can breathe in the water! I don’t understand!!’

{NOOOOO! OHMIGAWD – I’M GONNA DROWN!} Somewhere deep inside, Elizabeth wailed in helpless frustration.

Her body drifted to the surface as she convulsed and spasmed, her lungs desperately trying to pull air into her system. Elizabeth the mermaid cried out in confusion…

…and then the hypnotically induced trance was broken and the mermaid was gone, leaving Elizabeth the phobic all alone in control of her drowning body!

‘AAUUGGHH!! WHAT HAPPENED?! HOW’D I GET INTO THE WATER??!!’

She tried to move, only to discover she had no strength left. She tried to lift her head out of the water but it felt like a hundred pound weight above her neck and she was unable to raise it high enough to get a breath. She spasmed again, then went limp as most of her muscles shut down.

The pain in her chest was incredible! She stared down at the pool floor and opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, still trying to pull air into her lungs. She blinked in surprise…

…and then her eyes glazed over…

Elizabeth found herself floating in the air, looking down into the pool at a body that drifted lifelessly on the surface. It dawned on her that somebody needed to get the poor woman out or at least go tell the management that there was a dead woman in their pool. Then she realized to her horror that it was HER!

NOOO!

She looked over at the man who was standing by the rail, recognized him as the one who‘d hypnotized her. He was grinning wickedly and somehow he seemed more… EVIL! She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.

Then her whole world went dark…

—–

He watched with satisfaction as she floated face down over toward the deep end of the pool. “Wow – that hypnotism worked!” he said aloud in amazement. “I drowned the bitch!”

He stared at her for a few moments before he realized he needed to go. There was a woman on the East coast with a fear of heights and he needed to go see if he could hypnotize her into stepping off the roof of a skyscraper. He nodded at the body of the woman in the pool, then abruptly vanished with a shimmer…

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We all have our ways of dealing with our fears and phobias. Elizabeth Newberry blindly tried to face hers, unaware that she’d just entered…

THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

(Pictures are added for illustration purposes only.)

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May 19, 2017 Update 0 (0)

Posted on May 19, 2017 by riwa

I’ve had a very difficult past few days. It started with a phone call telling me my ex-wife Mary was in the hospital in ICU. She’d been having fluid buildup around her lungs and she was starting to have issues of passing out.

I went over to visit on Friday and then back to visit on Saturday morning. That afternoon I got a call from a friend telling me they’d had to use the defibrillator on her 5 times. So I went back Saturday afternoon and watched them attach shock pads to her front and back for the next time her heart stopped.

When I went back on Sunday morning I discovered things had deteriorated even more. I learned Mary had told the doctors she no longer wished to have her heart shocked. She has always disliked pain, so I could understand her decision. I also learned she had been put on comfort care, meaning to give her pain meds and little else just to maintain her comfort levels as per her request.

I spent the next three days and nights staying with her. It gave me a deeper understanding of what my mom went through during my dad’s final stay in the hospital from cancer. I went home in the mornings to get cleaned up and then again in the afternoon for a couple of hours to decompress. But it was only a matter of time.

Wednesday afternoon I was with her when we got permission to remove her from the ventilator she was using. That was the last item keeping her alive. I was there by her side when she passed away a few minutes later. We started our marriage May 17, 1985 and ultimately severed our relationship with her passing May 17, 2017.

It was very hard and very stressful. But the staff at ICU was incredible. They were always seeing how they could help me while I stayed there on watch. Their kindness and professionalism still astounds me as I do not think I have what it takes to watch people suffer and die like that.

Plans are in the works for a service before her remains will be cremated. Afterwards comes the task of getting back to life as normal, if there is such a thing. It occurs to me I shall miss my weekly Saturday visits as she always wanted to hear about my friends and what I was doing and working on.

Some of you might wonder how you can be of help. I have been thinking about that. I have an idea that may sound a little clichéd. But it is the best I can come up with.

Go out to dinner with your parents, your spouse, your brothers and sisters, or your children. Or have a nice meal at home with them. Spend some time looking at them and appreciating them. After all, you just never know when a quirk of fate will separate you.

During our marriage Mary did some posing for me. It will always be a nice memory of her posing for picture stories or making a little video clip. She always did like to know how much people liked how she pretended and play-acted. So allow me to post a few pics of her for you to enjoy.

Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers. And thanks for stopping by…

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Bloody revenge 3.7 (3)

Posted on May 12, 2017 by riwa

For a writing contest at another website, we were inspired to see what we could come up with off this picture. The following story is my creation.

Bloody revenge

“I say we kill her.”

“Not with those Berettas in her shoulder holsters you won’t.”

“Will you two pipe down before she hears us?”

“I don’t care. She killed my Tony!”

“And my Buster!”

“How do you think I feel? She killed Leon too, you know.”

“I say we go kill her right now.”

“Right here? In the bar? Are you insane? She’ll blow you away before you get halfway across the floor!”

“Just look at her laughing and drinking and smoking.”

“Did you hear that? She was just bragging to that other bitch how she put ‘em down so easily! It’s like they meant nothing to her!”

“Look, you two! I feel the same way. I just don’t think there’s anything we can do about it, ok? Besides, we’re all unarmed!”

“I want to kill her!”

“Me too!”

“You’re both drunk, ok? Maybe I’d better take you home.”

“Get your hands off me! I can drive… I think.”

“Stella, would you tell Carly she can’t drive? Hell, you shouldn’t be driving either!”

“I wanna kill her!”

“Ok – ok; so you want to kill her, Carly! I heard you the first time! Go home before you get your head blown off, ok? You too, Stella!”

“C’mon, Stella. Joyce doesn’t give a damn!”

“I do too. It’s just that we don’t have any weapons. Now go home and go to sleep, ok?”

—

“Hello?”

“It’s me – Carly. I’m here with Stella. We’re at her place and we’re gonna kill her.”

“Are you two nuts? What did you do… follow her home? I’m surprised you’re both still alive right now.”

“Are you coming or not? She’s in there right now and we’re going to go in and kill her.”

“With what – your breath? C’mon, Carly; quit fooling around.”

“We’re here at 5555 West Westchester. Get your ass down here or we’re killing her without you.”

“Carly, don’t you fucking – hello? Hello?? Damnit, they’re going to get themselves killed! I’d better get over there and try to stop them.”

—

“There you are! Are you two crazy? This is insane!”

“Here’s a knife, Joyce. I brought ‘em from home while Carly followed the murdering scum over here.”

“You followed her home? Carly, what’s the matter with you??”

“Look, she’s in there right now. I’m going in with you guys or without you! I ain’t letting no bitch put my Tony in the grave!”

“Carly, your Tony wasn’t exactly the most faithful of guys, you know?”

“I don’t care. She killed my Tony and I’m going in after her!”

“Carly would you… shit! Stella would you tell her to – what the hell are you doing??”

“I’m going in with her!”

“Stella?? Carly?? Shit!! Don’t go… oh, hell. I guess today is as good a day to die as any other and… you mean she left the front door unlocked??”

“No, Carly got it open.”

“Not so loud, you two! She’ll hear us!”

“Carly, this is a stupid idea!”

“I don’t care. I’m going in to kill that fucking bitch right now!”

“Carly, don’t you… fuck, she’s going inside! Stella, not you too??”

“I’m going in with her, Joyce. Are you coming or not?”

“I never did think I’d live to see my 32^nd birthday anyway. I still think this is a bad idea.”

“Where is she going? All the way to the back? She’s waiting at that door, Joyce!”

“Carly, what are you…?”

“Shhh! She’s in here! I can hear her moaning!”

“Moaning? She’s moaning?? What the fuck is she doing in there – Carly, don’t open that door! She’ll see us!”

“I’m just going to take a peek.”

“What the fuck?”

“Stella, what do you see?”

“She’s masturbating, Joyce! The fucking bitch is masturbating!”

“Masturbating?? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“See for yourself!”

“Well I’ll be! What a fucking slut! She’s really rubbing! She’s naked and everything! Look at those tattoos on her arms!”

“Would you forget about those?”

“Carly, you’re still not serious about going in and… oh for gawd’s sake! Let’s get out of here while we still can!”

“I’m going in and slice up that masturbating scum! My Tony deserves better!”

“Carly, that’s suicide!”

“If she’s going in then I’m going in with her!”

“Stella, not you too??”

“Look! I think she’s getting ready to orgasm! See how flushed she looks?”

“Carly, she’ll kill you before you get halfway across the floor!”

“I don’t see her guns anywhere! Besides, I don’t care!”

“Carly, damn you…!”

“I’m going in!”

“Carly, no!”

“I’m going with her!”

“Stella, not you too??”

“Either we get her or she gets us! You coming or not?”

“I don’t think this is such a good idea…”

“She’s cumming so I’m going in! YEEAAHHHHH!”

“CARLY, NO!”

“AAUUUGGGHHH!”

“DAMN, STELLA; NOT YOU TOO – OH FUCK IT!”

“What the hell?? What the hell are you bitches – PUT THOSE KNIVES DOWN – AIIIEEEEEEEEE!”

“STAB HER; STAB THE FUCKING WHORE!”

“AIIEEEEEEEE!”

“STAB HER – STAB HER! TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH! THAT’S FOR MY TONY!”

“YOU FUCKING…… SHITHEADS….. AAUUGGGHHHHH!”

“STAB HER – STAB HER! CUT HER, JOYCE!”

“TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE IT RIGHT IN THE STOMACH!”

“I GOT HER TITS! TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH!”

“I….ugh….. p-p-please…”

“UNGH – UNGH – UNGH… THAT’S FOR MY BUSTER, YOU MURDERING SCUM!”

“You can’t… fucking… AWWKK!”

“She’s really bleeding now, Stella! You cut her fucking throat!”

“Take it easy, Carly! We got her already! You don’t have to turn her crotch into mincemeat!”

“I – DON’T – FUCKING – CARE – ‘CAUSE – THIS – IS – FOR – MY – TONY!”

“All right – all right, she’s dead; ok? Geez, Carly, you turned her crotch into hamburger!”

“I don’t fucking care! She killed my Tony! AWWWWWWW!”

“C’mon, Carly; don’t cry! Fuck; we’d better get out of here before any of her friends catch us in here! Carly, for gawd’s sake, stop stabbing her, ok?? We killed her five times already!”

“I – DON’T – FUCKING…!”

“Stella, grab Carly, ok? We’ve got to get out of here before her friends show up!”

“C’mon, Carly! Joyce is right! Let’s go! You’ve already stabbed her enough times!”

“No – no; I want to keep…”

“Take the knife away from her, Stella! C’mon; let’s get out of here! Shit, we’ve got blood all over us! She’s dead, Carly! She’s dead, ok?? She’s dead, there’s blood everywhere, and the bed is a mess! Let’s go before we’re next!”

“She killed my Tony! AWWWWW!”

“We know – we know; stop blubbering already! C’mon, Stella! Help me get Carly out of here before we all end up dead!”

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Secret sacrifices for the tribe 3 (3)

Posted on May 12, 2017 by riwa

Dorothy and her sister Emma thought they were going on a double date with a couple of industrialists. They were dressed in their best when they were picked up outside their hotel in a limo. Their excitement grew at the possibility they were going to be wined and dined.

The champagne came out almost immediately and the two sisters helped themselves. By the time Dorothy realized the men had not joined in it was too late. Within minutes they were both unconscious.

They were taken to a private airport where they were stripped of all their possessions including their fine dresses. They were both gagged and hogtied naked. Then they were tossed unconscious into a wooden crate filled with straw.

While they slept the crate was loaded onto a private flight. Then the plane roared off, destination: the Congo. The two industrialists were paid handsomely for their kidnap victims before being sent on their way.

The two sisters awakened midflight. They itched from the straw and were alarmed to discover they were nude. They were gagged to prevent communication, but eventually they came to the same conclusion: they were airborne.

When they landed several hours later their crate was removed from the plane and loaded onto a truck. They both grunted in horror as they banged around in their confinement. Then it was another long ride over land and what appeared to be a very bumpy road.

A couple of hours passed as their hunger grew. They had no idea what was happening to them and they were terribly frightened. They both deduced they’d been kidnapped, making them wonder if anyone even knew they were gone or where they were.

The vehicle they were in finally stopped, much to their relief. They grunted as they felt the crate they were in being clumsily unloaded. Then they heard the truck roar off.

The air reeked of humidity and the cry of birds and animals they could not identify. They heard strange voices in a tongue they did not recognize. Then the crate was opened and they blinked in the sunlight.

The two women looked out to see what appeared to be African tribesmen looking in on them. Several chattered in an unknown language as they pointed excitedly, causing them both to shiver with fright. Just where the hell had they been taken??

They were pulled out of the crate, only to find themselves surrounded by men in loincloths. Dorothy looked all around in shock. There appeared to be nothing but dense jungle all around.

Dorothy grunted in horror as they were hung from a couple of thick bamboo poles by their arms and legs. Then they were hauled off deeper into the jungle in a hunter’s carry like a couple of carcasses. It was humiliating to be treated like dead animals but there was nothing to be done about it

It was another long trek before they arrived at the center of a village. It was some sort of common area she perceived as a major feeding station. There was a big black pot of boiling water with a lit fire underneath. It was an ominous sign.

Dorothy spotted a large, rough wooden cross nearby. It made her hopeful this tribe of people had been Christianized, and she grunted as she pointed it out with a nod to Emma. Her sister nodded back with a hopeful grunt. The two could only assume they were somewhere in deepest Africa.

Dorothy was taken off her pole and carried over to the cross. She was freed from her bondage and she grunted a thank you that was not understood. Then they began to tie her down to the rough wooden structure.

Almost immediately she discovered that much of it had been previously blackened from flames. She locked eyes with her naked sister who was being poked and prodded by several of the females. Emma’s muffled words to be left alone went unnoticed as her face flushed crimson.

Dorothy’s arms were stretched out and roped to the cross section by her wrists. Her legs were spread apart and attached at the ankles by coils of rope to stakes embedded into the ground. It exposed her glistening pussy for all to see and she whimpered with embarrassment.

As a final indignity a wooden stake with one end in the shape of a large phallus was shoved up her pussy. It was planted into the ground directly below to hold it in place. She wriggled and squirmed anew at this violation, wondering what these people intended for her and her sister. They acted as though they had never seen females with skin so white before.

Her sister was taken to a large rock a few feet away where she was tied down upon it spread-eagled. Then four large tribesmen approached without loincloths, all sporting enormous cocks. It soon became evident Emma was to be given over to them as her sister watched helplessly.

They immediately went to work on her, forcing their large appendages into her pussy while savagely groping her tits. Emma screamed into the gag in her mouth from the brutal violation, her womanhood horribly stretched to accommodate them. Dorothy could only watch in anguish, squirming in fear and humiliation as her sister was raped for the better part of an hour. But she was unable to stop herself from becoming shamefully aroused at the treatment poor Emma was receiving.

When they were finally done with her they simply stepped away, making room for another male who appeared to be some sort of tribal leader. He brandished a wicked looking dagger as Emma’s four rapists disappeared among the tribespeople, only to return with blood-stained machetes. Then he ripped the gag out of her mouth. Emma began to scream for her sister as Dorothy replied with muffled cries of horror.

The head of the tribe stood over her, chanting some sort of incantation as Dorothy watched helplessly. The rest of the tribe chanted with him, many swaying back and forth. Then their voices grew louder as he raised his dagger high.

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror as Dorothy let out a muffled cry. Emma screamed her sister’s name as he plunged it down into her stomach. Her back arched instinctively as she shrieked from the pain. The tribe let out a cry and raised their hands to the heavens.

Dorothy shuddered in horror, ashamed of the climax that suddenly ravaged her body. She could not believe he had just plunged the dagger into her sister in some sort of sacrificial ritual. But it did not stop there.

Emma screamed even louder as the dagger opened her from ribcage to pubic bone. Then her intestines were pulled out. They were tossed into a bucket a female had hastily provided for the head tribesman.

She lost her voice as her kidneys were removed. Then her liver was taken out and given to another woman who quickly rushed it away. Dorothy wondered if these savages were actually going to eat it.

The last thing to be taken out of Emma’s chest was her still beating heart. She appeared to be alive long enough to see it, her eyes open in horror as the tribal chief pulled it out to display before her. Then one of the four rapists brought his machete down hard, instantly biting into the flesh of her outstretched neck.

He brutally chopped again and again before lifting up her severed head for the rest of the tribe to witness. They raised their hands and chanted aloud as she quickly bled out. But with her heart torn out she had already faded away into oblivion.

Dorothy screamed in horror into the gag in her mouth as the men set to work chopping off Emma’s arms and legs. These were tossed into the boiling pot along with other parts of her body as they made quick work of butchering her. Then her head was placed on a tall stake where she stared with unseeing eyes at her shocked sister.

Dorothy sagged on the cross in despair. Then her eyes flew open as males of the tribe began approaching her with wood and kindling in their arms. They carefully laid it at the base of the cross. Then one of them ripped her gag off.

“YOU BLOODY BASTARDS!” she screamed. “YOU KILLED MY SISTER!” But they ignored her anguished cries. That’s when several of the woman dipped their hands into a nearby pot of grease before coming up to her.

They chattered amongst themselves as they rubbed some sort of goo all over her. Dorothy writhed and whimpered at the unwanted attention. This did not bode well.

Another one of the rapists lit a torch from the fire under the pot. Dorothy let out a cry of horror as he brought it over to her. Then he lowered it into the pile of wood around her feet, setting it ablaze.

Dorothy began to cry out, her pussy clenching around the phallus on the stake shoved into her pussy. The tribe watched her with morbid fascination as she writhed and screamed. A moment later the flames leaped onto her flesh as though attracted to the ooze she’d been coated with.

Dorothy writhed and screamed as fire climbed her naked body until every inch of her was burning. She instinctively ground her pussy against the phallus shoved inside as she shrieked to the heavens. Then there was a whoosh as her blonde hair caught fire.

She screamed up at the heavens, amazed something could hurt so terribly. Her sister’s lifeless eyes watched her death as the head remained impaled upon the stake. Dorothy’s cries finally faded away as smoke and fire invaded her lungs until her spirit fled as she sagged against the cross.

For several moments there was the figure of a human being in the midst of the flames. The tribe chanted quietly as her sister was cooked in the pot. It would be sundown when they would finally eat in front of a little pile on the ground of what was left of the smoldering corpse…

—

Back in London a male answered the phone… “Hello?”

“The tribe greatly appreciated the sacrifices you sent them. Will you be ready for next month’s shipment?”

“We’re already scoping out a couple of new bitches I think the tribe will appreciate.”

“We’ll be awaiting your call when you’re ready.” Then the line went dead…

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Drowning the witch 3.5 (4)

Posted on May 6, 2017 by riwa

It wasn’t much of a trial, if you could even call it that. Dorothy was taken to the town square and accused of being a witch. The matrons wanted her gone because they were afraid she would corrupt their menfolk, and were thus the loudest in proclaiming her guilt.

In the end she was summarily convicted of being a witch by the council and was sentenced to be drowned posthaste. The matrons rushed forward and ripped her garment to shreds, exposing her nudity as they called her names. The guys got quite an eyeful before they were shooed away by the cackling hens.

Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs were secured at the ankles. Then Brutus was sent for as he was the one who usually handled these things. He arrived with his cart, hoisted her onto the back and then hauled her out of the village.

She was taken to the large pond several miles out of town. Brutus pulled his cart up to the stone bridge where he planned on disposing of her. Then he went around back to fetch the condemned lass.

He sat her upright, admiring the doomed woman. She protested her innocence. “I’m not a witch and you know it.”

“I’m not the one to appeal your sentence,” he told her gruffly.

He grabbed her and started to pull her out of the cart. “But I’m not a witch, I tell you! Those birds are afraid I’ll corrupt their husbands!”

“As I’m sure you would,” he replied with a smile.

He stood her up on the cobblestone path and turned her around. He bent her over the back of the cart. Then he removed his tunic before opening his fly.

“What are you doing?” she called out anxiously.

“Taking my pay from the condemned, you witch.” Then she gasped as he thrust into her.

She felt a warmth blossom within her as he thrust in and out. It was embarrassing being taken like this where anyone could ride by and see them. But perhaps she’d best enjoy it, being as how it was liable to be the last time she ever felt a man’s hard member deep inside her.

“Arrrrgh!” he gasped as he thrust harder. “You are indeed a witch! You have vexed me with your bosoms and your womanhood!”

She panted for breath as he thrust harder and faster. It felt wonderful… shamefully wonderful. She could feel it welling up inside her, that release she usually experienced whenever a man was thrusting into her being.

He roared his release a she felt the warmth of his seed inside her. She was almost there when he pulled out. She wanted to cry out, “NO; NOT YET!” But it was too late.

He pulled out and tucked his manhood back inside the flap to his trousers. Then he picked her up and carried her over to the side of the bridge. Dorothy gasped in alarm as his seed trickled out of her womanhood down her inner thighs.

He stood her on the edge of the bridge. She gasped as she balanced unsteadily, perched precariously as she faced him. She was still regretting not being allowed to enjoy that last release. But now she felt an even bigger one approaching.

“Well, witch. This is where we part ways.”

“But I tell you I’m not a witch!”

“What concern is it of mine? You’ve been found guilty by the town council.”

“The town council is influenced by your ladyfolk! They are not men; they are boys ruled by their cocks!”

“It is not my place to decide such matters. Now you must die, witch.”

“No! Please! You can have me every day if you would spare my life!”

“I would if I was much bolder. But alas, I am not.” Then he pushed her in her chest.

She screamed as she went over backward off the bridge. That is when she finally achieved that release she craved, although it came with no man’s member inside her. He stepped forward to watch her descent.

She plummeted backward into the water below, hitting with a large splash. The pond was cold, causing her to gasp sharply. Dorothy reflexively inhaled water as she sank to the bottom.

She started thrashing about, painfully sucking water as she started to drown. She looked up to see Brutus looking down on her. Apparently he was watching to make sure the deed was done and that she did not slip her bonds and rise to the surface.

Dorothy glubbed bubbles as a pain blossomed in her chest. It was an agonizing ache, one that could not be diminished. She thrashed about as she settled upon the bottom of the pond, her nipples hard and her crotch spewing her arousal.

She shuddered hard before all movement ceased. She stared upward in shock, her mouth gaping open. A few stray bubbles escaped her flooded lungs to scurry to the surface.

Brutus looked down to see the witch was not moving. He could no longer see any bubbles coming up to the surface. Didn’t that mean they were not a witch if they drowned? He decided it was none of his concern.

He walked back to his cart and climbed on. He slapped the horse’s back with the reins, setting the beast to moving. But he could not help thinking about the witch at the bottom of the pond.

It was a damned shame. She had pleasured him well. It was too bad she had to be drowned like that…

(Renders found by Dorothy and used for illustration purposes.)

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Prison fuck-toy Part 2 (male themes) 4.3 (7)

Posted on April 30, 2017 by riwa

I don’t even make it to breakfast as they just keep coming and cumming. My mouth is kept busy swallowing “protein shakes”, so maybe they don’t think I need breakfast. I have a feeling it’s going to be like this all day.

After a while I start to look like a mess with cum on my dress, in my hair and all over my face. Several of the guys haul my ass down to the shower for a good scrubbing. My face is forced into the spray of water as my butt is fucked again.

Everyone is naked and wet as I’m forced on my knees to suck cock again. But some assholes want to fuck me instead. I end up on my hands and knees, shamefully taking it in both ends as my damn dick hardens in humiliation.

Someone gets the bright idea to have fun hanging me from the shower heads again. It seems they want to know what my ass will feel like while I’m gasping in the noose. There’s too many of them to resist, and I can’t stop them.

My arms get tied behind my back as the water is left running. I’m lifted up into the air before the first one tries my ass. I can feel him inside me, and my cock stiffens shamefully as the hem of my dress is lifted up by my twitching manhood.

I get butt-fucked once… twice… three times as I dangle from the showerhead. I tell myself maybe it would be better to die in here rather than face the shame of a public hanging in this outfit in front of the whole damn prison. My cock spurts and they laugh themselves silly watching me kick feebly.

I end up on the floor of the shower with nozzles spraying down on me. They stand around stroking their dicks until I get cum all over me. I can’t believe I’m in the shower and still have to get cleaned off.

They give me a break long enough to get cleaned up and go to lunch. But I feel as though every eye is on me. I get the distinct impression I’m going to be everyone’s fuck-toy before the day is out.

I’m sore as hell as I sit down to lunch. But one of the prisoners takes my tray and exchanges it with another. I wince in dismay to discover several of the prisoners – or guards maybe – have spurted cum all over my food like they’ve seasoned it or something. I’m forced to eat it lest I get in trouble or get a good beating.

Afterwards it’s back to my cell. I want to be left alone as I can’t stop thinking about that damned gallows tomorrow. Every time I imagine what it’s going to feel like to hang, my damn cock stirs at the thought.

A group of prisoners come in and tell me they want one last blowjob before I hang tomorrow. There’s no use fighting it, so I get on my knees. Several cock appear right in front of me, and for the next half hour I’m busy swallowing cum or getting it splattered all over my face.

I get a half hour respite before a couple guys show up with a noose and some handcuffs. “Let’s go play some basketball, sissy-boy!” I feel an erotic jolt of alarm, especially since neither one is carrying the damned ball.

I’m jerked out of my cell and marched out to the basketball court. A dozen prisoners are out there waiting for us. There is no game in progress. I guess word must have spread how it felt having a cock up my spasming ass while I was hanging in the noose out here the other day.

I’m forced onto my knees where I have to suck cock again. Then my wrists are cuffed behind my back. I’m quickly noosed before I’m hauled up onto my toes. My cock hardens shamefully, once more lifting the hem of my dress.

“Look at sissy-boy; he likes it!” one of them points and laughs.

“I think he’s looking forward to his hanging!” another declares.

“Let’s feel that ass, sissy-boy!” a third proclaims as he steps up behind me. Then I feel a cock shoved up my butt as I struggle for a decent breath of air.

I kick a little, but he holds me tight as he gives me a good butt-fucking. My ass clenches involuntarily around his cock inside me. I can’t stop myself as I milk the fucking bastard.

“Damn, his ass is milking me!” the happy inmate declares with a laugh. “No wonder he’s so hard!” and he reaches around to stroke me. “Sissy-boy must really be looking forward to hanging tomorrow!” The others laugh at his words.

I feel hot cum up my ass as he rams me hard. He pulls out and I dangle as my toes barely brush the concrete below. Then another comes up from behind to take his place.

This one rams me good and hard. I have a pretty good idea who he is without even seeing him. He’s the one who always fucks me as though he’s trying to rip me apart.

He reaches around to grope my cock. I’m hard and twitching in his hands. The asphyxiation and humiliation finally get to me as I thrust and spurt, much to the laughter and jeers of the other prisoners.

They fuck me like that for a couple hours at least. At one point a guard comes by and warns them not to kill me as I must be alive for my official execution tomorrow. I find myself thinking maybe it would be good if I died here by accident so I wouldn’t have to endure anymore. But I’m not that lucky.

They almost succeed in hanging me before they finally take me down. I’m too exhausted for fucking or anything else. So they all stand around me stroking themselves until once more I’m a mess of cum all over. Then it’s back to the showers.

I get cleaned up and drip dry in time for supper. This time I’m left alone, although I get a lot of looks from a lot of the men. I eat my meal in silence before heading back to my cell.

I lie on my bunk thinking of what’s going to happen to me tomorrow. I haven’t seen Carlos today, although I haven’t had the chance or even been left alone long enough to search him out. I wonder if he knows anything.

I start getting visitors again. They either want a blowjob or they want my ass. I’m told after midnight the only one allowed to fuck my butt will be my executioner. That sends an erotic quiver of alarm running down my spine.

The cocks just keep coming, and I’m forced to suck or fuck each and every one. My cock hardens in shame until it eventually spurts, usually about the time some bastard is fucking my butt while telling me how much fun he’s going to have enjoying my hanging tomorrow. Why the hell is this happening to me?

My last visitor after lights out is the same one who awakened me. “Looking forward to your hanging tomorrow, sissy-boy?” he laughs as he unzips his fly. I dutifully get on my knees and start sucking.

“I’ve heard about the guys fucking you all day today. They tell me you’re really looking forward to hanging tomorrow. They say your cock gets hard every time they talk about it or every time you’re all noosed up.”

He laughs as he tries to ram his cock down my throat. Then he spins me around, bends me over my bed and fucks my ass.

“This is the last time I get to fuck your butt, sissy-boy. After midnight, your ass belongs to your executioner. But I am going to miss it, that’s for sure.”

He wraps his fingers around my throat and starts to squeeze. “Looking forward to hanging in front of the whole prison, sissy-boy? I know I am. Hell, we’re all looking forward to watching you dance in that black dress you’re wearing. But I bet your cock will be nice and hard the whole time!”

He reaches around to stroke me as I stiffen at his words. He’s choking me off until I can hardly breathe again. “I’ll bet that last cum will feel good, don’t you? …kicking and struggling and trying to get air down your throat until your cock goes off… just like I’m choking you out now.”

He strokes my cock as he laughs sadistically in my ear. Maybe he’ll kill me in my cell and I won’t have to face tomorrow. “Fucking sissy-boy gets to HANG!” and he rams his cock hard up my butt until I feet his hot cum inside me. That’s when my own cock goes off.

I spurt shamefully, my last cum of the day. He pulls out of my ass, spins me around and forces me to lick his cock clean, tasting my ass and his cream on his dick. I’m so used to it by now that I’m shamefully turned on by it.

“Get a good night’s sleep, sissy-boy,” he laughs at me. “Tomorrow’s going to be a big day. Too bad you’ll only be hanging around the prison just a few hours longer.” Then he laughs at his stupid pun before he leaves me with the taste of his cock in my mouth and the thought that I only have a few hours left to live.

—

I’m awakened bright and early Saturday morning by one of the dom inmates. Strangely he’s not there for a morning fuck. He just instructs me to get up and go take a shower. He also tells me I’m permitted to take the dress off.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but I do as I’m told. He doesn’t hinder me or demand a blowjob. I strip out of the dress and head down in a set of underwear he tosses on the end of the bed.

The shower is empty when I arrive. But there’s a brand new bar of soap. I take the opportunity to enjoy a good, cleansing shower, knowing this one might very well be my last.

I use the soap to clean areas I’ve not been able to clean since I’ve been forced to wear that damned dress 24/7. It feels good washing everything away. I almost feel human again.

As I lather myself down, I find myself thinking of the gallows and the hangings I witnessed last time. Am I really going to hang today? There’s been no word from the warden. Surely he would’ve told me by now, wouldn’t he? Maybe it’s all a con and I’m not going to hang after all. Maybe I’m getting out of here.

Men start coming in to join me, and I rush to finish up. Now that I’m clean again I’m not sure I want to get cum splattered all over my face. I hear a few chuckles and a couple comments of “dead sissy-boy walking”. But otherwise I’m left alone.

I head back to my cell where a new dress awaits me. It’s neatly folded and looks like it’s been pressed and cleaned. So much for me getting out of here.

There’s no accompanying underwear and the skirt looks like it’s a couple inches shorter. This means my cock will really show when I get hard and it lifts right up. Something tells me I’d better put it on or it’ll go bad for me.

I work myself into it. It’s not as humiliating as it was the first time I had to wear one. It’s amazing what one will adapt to when one is forced.

No one comes to get me and I’m tempted to skip breakfast altogether. But I’m really hungry. And since this could very well be my last meal, I’d rather not miss out.

I head down to the cafeteria and step inside. Men are eating and it smells good. Then someone calls out “Dead sissy-boy walking!” and everyone turns to look in my direction.

One of the doms jumps up and leads me over to the counter where they’re serving food. “Set him up with the best, Joe, will ya?” he demands. To my surprise I get a tray of steak and eggs and a steaming cup of coffee that actually smells half decent.

I’m led over to a table and allowed to eat by myself. It’s both a relief and a concern. I’m not teased or humiliated, but my isolation is a strong indication this will definitely be my last time eating in here.

One of the doms stops by and tosses a load of pics on the table right next to me. “Something for you to enjoy with your meal, sissy-boy. Don’t get any food on them.”

I looked at them and my stomach lurches. They’re nothing but pictures of previous hangings. It’s the ultimate mind-fuck.

I see pictures of condemned inmates kneeling to suck their last cock, inmates being butt-fucked on the gallows, and inmates hanging from the noose. There are chuckles all around me as the color drains from my face. “I think sissy-boy finally gets it,” someone sitting nearby says to another.

It’s hard to finish my meal with those pictures staring me in the face. Several of the photos capture the agony on the faces of the hanged inmates, at least those not wearing a hood. Almost every cock I see on a hanging body is erect or near-erect, some dripping cum… others not yet having gone off.

My damn cock stirs under my dress as I try to finish my meal. But those damn pictures are a cruel reminder of my impending fate. I don’t know why I’m starting to get hard just thinking about it.

I finally can’t stomach another bite, and I push the tray away. Another dom notices and comes to get me. “We’ve got to get you ready, sissy-boy,” he tells me as he leads me away.

I hear more cries of “Dead sissy-boy walking!” as I follow him out of the cafeteria. My breath catches in my throat as my cock twitches. I tell myself it won’t be much longer before my humiliation finally comes to an end.

We walk down to a cell at the far end of the prison. Inside is a guy with what looks like a full cosmetics table. “Fix ‘im up, Nelson,” he tells the prisoner who looks like he doesn’t know what gender he wants to be. “’E’s ‘anging today so make ‘im look good.”

I sit down in a chair as he promptly begins working on my face. I’m humiliated as he applies rouge, makeup and bright red lipstick. So I’m going to be humiliated even more, eh?

I look around at all the posters he’s allowed to keep in here. Some are pornographic, while others show off his talents. Several prisoners have been in here before getting their faces “made up” before they were hanged.

One of the posters catches my eye, and I gasp in astonishment. It’s a picture of my wife. She’s completely naked in a chair, her legs lewdly spread as she masturbates while cupping her tits. How the hell did he get a poster like that of her in here??

I look around at the others, finding another one of her. It’s another pose, showing off her tits and ass. A third shows her masturbating in a different pose. But it’s the forth that really catches my attention.

She’s bent over, her tits hanging down while she’s being fucked from behind. The naked guy is wearing a hood that clearly looks like it’s been photo-shopped. . He’s holding her hands behind her back, and a noose has been manipulated around her neck. She looks like she’s enjoying it. The caption reads, “Enjoy your hanging! I know I’m going to!”

Nelson looks at me and smiles. “Like it, sissy-boy?” he asks. “When your wife asked us to hurry up your execution, we told her there was a small price she had to pay. You have no idea how much she was willing to pose for her pictures, especially this one of the guy that’s going to marry her tonight after you’re dead. I believe you might know him.”

So she and that bastard were behind my incarceration all along, eh? That indicates there’s no hope for me now. There will be no reprieve from the warden.

He finishes making up my face and has me look in a mirror. I look grotesque – part man and part whore having put on too much makeup. My red lipstick really stande out. Then a package arrives. It’s a harness with made-up boobs I’m supposed to wear under my dress.

“Hurry up and put it on, sissy-boy. We don’t want you to be late for your own hanging. Besides, I promised your wife – well, soon-to-be-ex-wife and newly married – that I’d take pictures of you for her. You’d be surprised how much she’s looking forward to seeing your transformation. She also wants a ton of pictures of your hanging.”

I remove my dress, put on the boob-harness and then put my dress back on. Now I look more like a female slut than anything else. I’m disgusted with myself that my cock has hardened again.

He stands me up and takes pictures of me from every angle. Then another inmate comes in and uses the camera to take pictures of me on my knees blowing him. My red lips wrap around his cock as I suck. My shame returns ten-fold knowing my wife wants to see all the pictures of me being humiliated in this fashion.

I don’t know how many pictures are taken as he grabs my head and fucks my skull. I get a mouthful of cum which I’m forced to show to the photographer so he can send pictures to my wife. Then I’m forced to swallow it all.

Another dom shows up and smiles at me. “It’s time, sissy-boy. Time to get you out to the courtyard all strung up. All your fans are out there waiting.” And with that I leave this crazy cell, never to see Nelson or his handiwork again. I find myself thinking good riddance as I’m escorted out the cell door.

I don’t get very far before another dom shows up. He jerks my arms behind my back and cuffs my wrists together. That’s when it starts to feel serious, and I find myself starting to hyperventilate.

I’m escorted through the prison with an inmate on either side. We keep passing posters of my wife being fucked from behind with that maniped noose and that damn caption. They must have rushed to put them up while I was in getting my makeover to further humiliate me. Well it seems to be working as I’m aroused and ashamed, my cock partially hardened underneath the hem of my dress.

–

We reach a door where I’m met by two inmates I know rather well by how many times they’ve fucked my ass and mouth. They take up positions on either side of me, looking me up and down. “Well, sissy-boy,” one says. “I see you’re all dressed up for your execution.”

“You went to all this trouble for us?” the other says mockingly. “Sissy-boy; I’m touched.” He grasps at his heart mockingly and then laughs as they escort me outside.

I look at them both as my heart starts to pound in my chest. “I think he gets it now,” the first one observes. “That’s right, sissy-boy! We’re going to be your executioners today. I get your last blowjob, but Al here gets your ass while you’re still alive.”

“Let’s go, sissy-boy,” Al says as he forces me forward. “You’ve got a whole courtyard of hanging fans just itching to watch you dance that noose-jig.”

I’m marched outside on wobbly feet from my heels. The gallows appears on that same wall I saw the last time I was out here. The noose hangs ominously, but this time I only notice what looks like two coffins waiting to claim their inhabitants.

It looks like everyone in the prison is out here to witness my hanging… well, mine and someone else’s. They all cheer the moment I step out of the building. My heart leaps into my throat as my damn cock stiffens under the hem of my dress.

My mouth goes dry as I look up at the noose. It hits me I’m going to be one of the two inmates swinging from it today. My legs become wobbly again, and the guys on either side of me are forced to help keep me erect.

“Guess he’s eager for it, Al. He can hardly wait to swing.”

That’s right, Jack. This one’s eager. Look how his cock is lifting up the hem of his dress.”

“I can’t wait to feel his mouth one last time. You will give me a good going-away blowjob, won’t you, sissy-boy? I’m sure you will.” He laughs as he pats me on my shoulder.

“I’m glad I get his ass on the gallows, Jack. I’m looking forward to feeling him fuck me before I push him off into eternity. The guys are gonna love watching him spurt his load as he dances in the noose.”

“He sure looks all gussied up for his dance, don’t he? Nice tits, sissy-boy! And I’m going to love feeling those red lips on my cock one last time.”

Their dialogue isn’t the least bit comforting as I’m marched on unsteady feet through the cheering crowd to the base of the gallows. I look up and get the shivers anew as I see the noose all ready for my neck. My mind screams this can’t be happening, and I feel myself starting to go numb.

We reach the steps, only for my sadistic escorts to stop and pull me aside. “Not so fast, sissy-boy,” Jack tells me. “We’ve got one going ahead of you, sort of the undercard to the main event.”

“We wouldn’t want to deprive you of missing out on witnessing our other hanging today, sissy-boy,” Al laughs. “We want you to get a good idea what’s going to happen to you today before you climb these steps.”

There’s more applause, and I turn to look. Someone has emerged out the door, flanked on either side by two large inmates. But there are too many bodies for me to see who it is just yet… and too damn much cheering.

They draw closer as the inmates all surge forward. A moment later I get a good look at who’s hanging ahead of me. It’s Carlos, wearing only his pantyhose and a pink blouse. His cock bulges in his hose, and his face is red as a beet, his head lowered in shame.

“Carlos?” I ask in astonishment.

“He should never have gone to you, sissy-boy. And you should never have fucked him. In a way, you’re partly responsible for his hanging today.”

I look at Al in shock as they draw closer. His bulging cock is visible in those sheer hose for one and all to see. It must be a combination of fear and humiliation, especially in that pink blouse he’s wearing.

They pause at the base of the steps. Carolos looks at me for a long moment, and I see the fear in his eyes. “Say goodbye to sissy-boy, Carlos,” Sal tells him, a dom who is a big, hulking brute of a man who is escorting him. “He swings after you do, you know. Maybe you like going first? This’ll teach ya not to go around telling inmates things they don’t need to know.”

I want to tell him I’m sorry. But I can’t make the words come. He lowers his head as they march him up the steps. My breath catches in my throat, but I can’t look away.

“Bruno gets the blowjob, but Sal gets his ass… lucky bastard.” I look at Al and then up at Carlos as he’s made to climb the steps.

“We’ll give him the usual treatment after he hangs,” Jack sneers at me. “But you’re the star attraction today, sissy-boy. After you hang, the guys are going to be granted permission to come up and fuck your ass while you’re still in the noose. You’re gonna be packed with cum when you settle into that coffin over there.”

I gulp and swallow hard as I watch them take Carlos directly under the noose. But this time something is different. I watch as Bruno bends over and ties his ankles together.

Carlos gasps when he realizes he is not to be allowed the freedom to kick up his legs. Then the noose comes down over his neck as he faces the wall. It’s cinched up really good before he’s forced onto his knees.

“SUCK HIM GOOD, SISSY-SLUT!” one of the inmates hollers from the spectators. “EAT YOUR LAST PROTEIN SHAKE!”

The guys all laugh as Bruno presents a cock I’m all too familiar with – large and smelly and nasty. Carlos looks at it… looks at Bruno… and then leans forward to take it into his mouth. Somehow he seems eager to me.

Is it that he wants to give a good blowjob before he dies? Does he want a mouthful of cum? Or is he hoping by doing his best he’ll convince his executioners not to hang a perfectly serviceable cock-sucker? I have no idea.

My cock twitches as I watch him suck dick. My mouth waters and it shames me. I’ll soon be up there doing that to Jack, and it both embarrasses and arouses me. Why do they have to humiliate us like this??

Carlos licks and sucks as Bruno grasps his head and rams his mouth hard. He sucks like it will be the very last cock he ever tastes. Has he grown that accustomed to tasting male meat in his mouth? By now I know I sure have… and it’s humiliating as hell.

The blow job seems to last longer than I expect… that is, until Bruno lets out a roar. Carlos gets it in his mouth and all over his face. Bruno always did have a healthy helping of man cream to give us subs.

Carlos needs help standing back up. Then he’s turned to face the jeering inmates. I look around to notice many subs are already on their knees sucking cock while a few are bent over taking it up the ass. But my focus is mostly on Carlos as I know I’ll be going up there next.

Sal forces him to bend over, putting added pressure on that noose around his neck. It looks like he rips a hole in Carlos’ pantyhose for easy access. In front, I see that bulging cock is even more noticeable from down here.

“FUCK THAT SISSY-SLUT!” a voice hollers out, and the others begin cheering him on. Sal obliges by ramming his ass hard. It’s so hard that Carlos lets out a cry, causing all the inmates to laugh and jeer at him.

My cock twitches as I observe the proceedings. My ass clenches as though I can already feel my executioner fucking me. My heart pounds in my chest as my breath catches in my throat.

Carlos winces, but it looks as though he’s pushing back. His cock is really hard, bulging in those pantyhose. He looks ridiculous up there in that pink blouse and hose. In fact the whole damn scene strikes me as insanely surreal.

Sal really rapes that ass, and it’s almost as though I can feel it all the way down here. Carlos grunts and moans as he winces with fright. All he sees are the inmates below and the fall that awaits him.

“I’m gonna rape your ass like that, Sissy-boy,” Al hisses into my ear. Then he reaches around to grab my hard cock beneath the hem of my dress.

“You’re looking forward to it, aren’t you, sissy-boy! You sure are hard watching Carlos get his butt-fucking! You can’t wait to be up there, can you!” Then he laughs as he strokes me a little. I wince as pre-cum drips off the tip of my damn cock.

Sal lets out a roar as he rams Carlos hard. The poor sub winces as he pushes back. He acts like he wants all the cum he can get.

Bruno steps forward, and I see a huge butt-plug in his hand. My breath catches in my throat again. Sal pulls out and Bruno shoves it hard into the ass of the condemned until it seats. Even I flinch at that.

Carlos cries out as his cock really hardens in those pantyhose. Then Bruno steps back and retrieves something else. Carlos is panting like crazy as though anticipating what is coming next.

With a swift motion Bruno steps forward and pulls a hood down over his head. Carlos lets out a muffled scream of pure terror. I hear his voice cry out, “GAWD; NOT THE HOOD?? LET ME SEE – LET ME SEE!”

The hood huffs and puffs from his fear. Then Sal pushes him forward. Carlos pitches off the gallows, only to be caught up by the noose to the roar of the inmates gathered to watch.

His body swings back and forth, twisting and struggling like crazy. With his ankles tied together he looks like a fish out of water hanging from a line. A distinct stain develops in his nylons.

A voice cries out, “HE LOVES IT! SISSY-SLUT IS CREAMING HIS PANTYHOSE!” The other inmates laugh and cheer and jeer. That’s when I shamefully cream myself.

I can’t look away, especially since this will be my fate in such a very short time. Carlos tries to kick as the hood huffs and puffs. He looks like he’s really fighting it. Gawd; why the hell is it taking so long??

He finally slows down until he’s reduces to sporadic jerks and muscle spasms. All around me I hear the sounds of sucking and fucking as inmates call out to him in a degrading manner… “DANCE, SISSY-SLUT!” “KICK IT UP FOR US!” WAY TO HANG FOR US, WHORE1”

“Like that, sissy-boy,” Jack asks with a sneer. “I see you spunked for your dear friend. Is that your way of saluting him since you won’t be able to stand over him in his coffin and cream him goodbye?”

They lower him to the ground much faster than I expected. The winner of the lottery rushes up before the 20 minutes are over. The butt-plug is pulled out and he begins fucking his ass.

I watch as the lucky inmate fucks a dangling Carlos in the butt until he eventually roars out his release. Then a voice in the crowd hollers out, “LET’S GET SISSY-BOY IN THE NOOSE NOW!” There’s another cheer from those bastards as my heart skips a beat. They are so damned eager to watch me swing.

Carlos is quickly taken down from the noose and piled up in a heap near the side of the gallows. “I guess we’ll finish him off later,” Al tells me as he grabs me by my arm. “Right now it’s time to get you swinging, sissy-boy!”

I nearly faint as the blood drains from my face. They laugh as they hold me up in their arms. Then I’m marched over to the steps amidst a chorus of sadistic cheers.

–

They start me up the steps, and my breath catches in my throat. My legs wobble as I try to make the stairs in my heels. My balance is uncertain, further adding to my fear and arousal.

My cock is stiff, lifting up the hem of my dress. It won’t soften no matter how hard I try. I just ejaculated a moment ago; why the hell am I still so hard??

Each step makes me wobble, making me afraid I’m going to fall and break my neck. I wince at the irony. Right now falling and breaking something is the least of my worries. Besides, I think they would just hang me anyway.

I reach the top step and my breath catches in my throat again. They turned me in the direction of the noose which has been brought back up and prepared for me. The sight of it makes my cock jump, and I inhale sharply.

I don’t see the other executioners. They must have gone down the back stairwell along the wall. No doubt they’re taking up a position down below to enjoy my execution.

I start to hyperventilate as I’m stood directly under the coil near the edge. Jack grabs the noose and loops it down around my head. It’s made of hemp, and it scratches my throat a bit… another painful reminder of the ignominious end I’m about to face.

Jack sneers, “Makes a pretty necklace on you, sissy-boy; don’t you think? Now it’s time for your last meal.” Then he forces me to my knees.

The noose tightens noticeably, and I gawk and gurgle. Then he unzips his fly. For the last time I’m introduced to his long, thick member, something I’m all too familiar with.

I’m reminded this will be the last cock I ever suck. So I eagerly take it into my mouth. It’s as though I’m determined to give him the last, best performance of my life.

Even now I’m ashamed by how enthusiastic I am as it’s still humiliating as hell. But I’ve become the prison cock-sucker, and I’ve grown used to my role. It’s become second nature the way I’ve been trained to suck cock like some slut in a whorehouse.

“Well what do you know,” Al observes with a laugh from nearby as he watches. “Sissy-boy really wants your cum for his last meal, Jack.”

“If you like this, sissy-boy, you’re going to love it when Al rams his meat up your ass.” Then Jack grabs the back of my head and thrusts good and hard.

I nearly gag on it to the cheers of all the inmates watching from below. I’m partially strangled, and I struggle to find a better position from which to get a decent breath of air. But the noose is tight as he partially strangles me, a constant reminder around my neck of what’s coming next.

I don’t know what Carlos thought about while he was up here. I find myself wondering if I’ll get the hood or not. What difference does it make? I’m going to strangle to death in the noose whether I’m hooded or not.

Jack thrusts hard, his cock gagging me as it hits the back of my throat. He pushes it in hard until my breath is totally cut off. He pushes it in even deeper until I feel it pushing partway down my neck.

I can’t breathe and I start to wriggle and panic, especially since the noose tightens ominously around my throat. I try to wriggle free, but he has a good grip on the back of my head as he force-feeds me his meat. “What’s the matter, sissy-boy?” Al laughs. “Can’t get any air? You’re going to have worse problems in just a few minutes.”

I can hear voices from down below hollering up at me… “SUCK THAT COCK, SISSY-BOY!” “FUCK THAT SKULL, JACK!” “HE’S ONE HELL OF A COCK-SUCKER, AIN’T HE?” But I’m still having a hard time breathing. I wriggle and squirm, but he just laughs as he forces his dick down my throat.

Jack finally pulls his cock out, and I gasp for breath. Then he gleefully rams it all the way down my throat again. Once more I can’t hardly breathe, and I struggle in my growing panic.

I hear laughter, cheers and jeers from down below as I gag on his dick. My cock is hard underneath my dress; I can feel it dripping precum. I feel humiliated and ashamed… and yet I still do my best to swirl my tongue around the dick that fills my mouth.

How long is he going to fuck my skull? Can I make it go on for a while? I’m filled with an insane hope I can prolong this indefinitely. But my mind tells me I’m a fucking idiot for thinking I can delay the inevitable.

The noose strangles me as I try to kneel upright. I grunt and glug with each thrust down my throat. Then I feel him start to swell between my lips.

I feel a sudden surge of panic as I don’t want him to cum this soon. I want to drag this on for as long as possible. A moment later he shoots a heavy load in my mouth, roaring his release to the cheers of the courtyard.

The jizz is thick and sticky, and it’s hard to swallow. It chokes me in addition to the noose around my neck. He suddenly pulls out, and a second spurt hits my face, stinging my right eye.

I get a third and fourth spurt that splatter my face. I’m going to be forced to proudly wear his visible discharge when I hang. At least I can breathe again.

“Clean it up, sissy-boy!” he demands. I shamefully take him back into my mouth, trying to clean him off with my tongue while sucking him good. But my throat is dry, my heart hammering in my chest.

He finally pulls me to my feet to the cheers of the inmates watching from below. “He’s all yours, Al! Fuck sissy-boy here and then hang his ass!” And with that Al steps forward, a sadistic grin on his face.

“One last butt-fuck, eh sissy-boy? Better enjoy it while it lasts!” Then he turns me around.

I get a great view of all the inmates watching from below. Some are on their knees servicing their doms while others are bent over and getting it up the ass. I’m about to get it up the ass as well.

The hem of my dress is lifted up from my stiff dick, a sign of my fearful arousal. “Are you hard, sissy-boy?” Al laughs. “I’m hard too; can’t you tell? Reach back and find out how hard I am!”

He pushes up behind me, his hot breath on my neck. I feel around with my cuffed hands until I find his erect member. I try to stroke him, but I’m so scared I feel like I might faint and end up falling off the front of the platform. That would hang me for sure.

“You found me, sissy-boy!” he laughs as I try to stroke him. “Now I’m going to find you!”

I gasp as he kicks my legs apart. Then he pushes the head of his long, thick member against my puckered anus. One swift thrust and he’s in, ramming me so hard I cry out instinctively.

Everybody laughs as he begins raping my ass while I stand on the edge of the platform. For some reason it feels worse than all the other times he’s butt-fucked me. Maybe it’s because I’m looking off the edge of the platform into the abyss.

He grabs me by a handful of hair as he brutally fucks my ass hard. I wince as I clench involuntarily. Instinctively I try to fuck him back, subconsciously fulfilling my last act as the prison fuck-toy.

“Hey, Jack; he likes it!” Al declares with a laugh. Then he reaches around and grabs onto my hard-on to confirm, “Hey, sissy-boy here is really hard! He must be enjoying his last butt-fuck!”

I look down through my one good eye to see inmates with their cocks out, stroking excitedly as they watch me get butt-fucked. Some are on their knees servicing others. It looks a long way down to me, and I inhale sharply. But I know the rope is going to pull me up far short as I plummet when the time comes.

The hem of my dress is lifted up by my stiff dick. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard. Everyone can see my arousal. I’m terrified, but the only comfort I can find is the familiar sensation of having a cock up my ass. It’s humiliating, and yet it’s something I’ve grown accustomed to.

“Your wife is gonna love the pictures we’re taking, sissy-boy!” Al hisses into my ear. “In fact I’m gonna enjoy looking at them for a long time to come. I’m really going to MISS… YOUR… ASS!” He thrusts hard with each word, nearly causing me to cry out.

“Almost done, sissy-boy,” he chuckles into my ear. “I can feel it coming. But don’t you worry none. All the guys down there want to enjoy your ass while you’re hanging. So we’re going to hang you special!”

I’m scared as I stand right on the edge, feeling the moment rapidly approaching. It’s hard to remain erect in my heels. My breath catches in my throat as I really start to hyperventilate.

I feel him start to swell inside me; it’s a sensation I’m familiar with. I fuck him back even harder, my body instinctively wanting what he wants to pump up my ass. But it terrifies me knowing he’ll hang me just as soon as he’s done.

He swells until I feel his hot seed pumping into my ass. I clench instinctively as I fuck him back. There’s so much cream that I feel some of it leaking out and slithering down my leg.

I whimper each time he drives his cock home, knowing he’s almost done. Then he finally pulls out to the roar of the inmates. I inhale sharply as I start to tremble like crazy.

I hear him say, “I’m done, sissy-boy; it’s time to hang.” Then I feel a nonchalant push in my back. I let out a cry as I start to tumble forward.

The rope catches me and cuts off my voice. I swing out a couple feet from the edge of the platform. The noose takes my full weight, causing my legs to start pedaling in a panic.

My arms frantically jerk up and down behind my back as I rasp for breath. I hear a roaring; it sounds like the inmates are cheering and applauding. I see some stroking their dicks while others are on their knees or bent over getting it up the ass.

My biggest concern is getting air down my throat. But I’m getting so very little that my body explodes in a panic. My legs kick everywhere and I lose a heel, although I have no knowledge of it.

In the middle of this desperate fight, I’m dimly aware of my cock going off as my balls jiggle. It twitches and spurts to the laughter and jeers of the inmates. My stiffie bounces shamefully up and down under the hem of my dress.

I can feel cum leaking out of my ass, as Jack’s cream slithers down my face. There’s a wave of heat in my skull as my face turns red. I can’t breathe anymore, and my body reacts in panic.

The inmates have worked themselves into a frenzy as I kick and jerk around for them. Sometimes I bunny-hop and sometimes my legs pedal. It hurts like hell, and it feels like there’s no end in sight.

They’re getting closer; does it look like the inmates are surging forward? Am I being lowered to the ground? I’m not sure, but it feels like I’m being lowered to the ground! Maybe my wife loves me after all and wants me back! Maybe it was all nothing more than a damn joke!

I see inmates approaching, feel movement behind me. Then I jerk as a cock is shoved up my ass. I’m being butt-fucked while I’m still in the noose!

A hand grabs my dick as a faraway voice declares, “He’s still hard. Look, he’s oozing.” Another voice… “He’s really clenching back here! I’m so glad he’s still alive to be butt-fucked in the noose!” My body jerks and twitches as my ass is raped.

The voices start to fade as my vision collapses around the edges… “Great job, sissy-boy!” “He was the best one ever; don’t you think?” “Damn, his ass is still clenching back here!” Then I can’t hear anything anymore. My bodily responses to my butt-fucking are less and less as my heartbeat slows until it finally stops. But the butt-fucking continues……………………………..

I’m left in the noose and butt-fucked all through lunch. Carlos gets it in the ass too. But I seem to be the more popular of the two.

My accoutrements are finally removed, and I’m tossed into my coffin as Carlos is tossed into his. The inmates gather around jacking off on us until we get a healthy coating of spunk all over our naked bodies. Then we’re taken out and buried in unmarked graves along with the other inmates who’ve been hanged.

Later that afternoon my new widow gets pictures and video of my transformation as well as my degrading hanging. It carries her through into the evening when she finally receives my death certificate. That night she goes with her new lover – a former friend and coworker who now has my position – before a justice of the peace to be married. Afterwards they watch my hanging videos, get off on my prison pictures and then fuck themselves silly long into the night…

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Strangle Anniversary 3.8 (15)

Posted on April 24, 2017 by riwa

(Note: Story written for Jikoseiai. Characters belong to her and are used with her permission.)

Airi couldn’t find Mali. Now where did that special girl of hers run off to? She had to be somewhere nearby, right?

She felt rope wrap around her throat as she was caught from behind. Then she was pulled backward onto the bed. She’d found Mali… or rather, Mali had found her.

“Did my slut Airi forget what day today is?” Mali giggled. “It is our one year anniversary. That means I get to kill you and make love to your cooling corpse all night long.”

Airi rasped and gurgled as she reached for the rope around her throat. It was the purple rope she’d bought her lover as a very special strangling present. Now it was being used to kill her yet again.

She tried to breathe as those familiar feelings blossomed in her loins. Instinctively she groped her bare breast, even as her body fought against the strangling sensations. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Mali breathed into her ear. “You cum so hard each time I strangle you to death. And it makes me cum hard too just watching you! I love you for it!”

Airi tried one last time to pull the cord away from her neck. “You can’t fight me, my sexy slut,” Mali giggled. “Besides, you want this every bit as much as I do.”

Airi gave up trying to loosen the rope around her neck. Instead she savagely groped her breasts as she started rubbing her crotch. If she hurried, there might still be time.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Mali gasped with great pleasure. “You’re going to cum hard while I kill you! Then I’m going to fuck your dead body all night long. Then tomorrow you’re going to wake up and do it to me!”

Airi rubbed herself just as hard as she could as she started to spiral away. At the very last second she began shuddering in orgasm. “Yes – yes; my slut Airi is cumming!” Mali gasped with delight. Then she pulled even harder on the cord.

Airi’s vision began to spiral away. She was cumming all the way down as she plummeted into oblivion. The last thing she thought of was the best way to get her lover back when she awakened tomorrow.

Mali felt her pussy explode as Airi’s body began to shudder in its death throes. One more hard pull finished her. Then she was all over her, kissing her lips and then sucking on her erect nipples.

She pulled down the soaked panties and began licking the dripping fluids. Death cum was always the best. Somehow Airi always gave her as much as she desired.

She licked and slurped until Airi’s cooling corpse shuddered. “My slut is cumming for me after death!” Mali cried out joyously. Then she climbed aboard Airi’s face and rubbed her wet pussy all over her lips until she experienced another orgasm of her own.

Mali quickly fetched one of the dildos they often used on each other. Then she began fucking Airi’s corpse with it. She was rewarded when the body trembled from another death cum. It was so erotic it sent Mali into an orgasmic frenzy.

She fucked Airi’s corpse well into the night before all those cums exhausted her. Then she tenderly kissed her lips before she fell asleep with her head on her chest. It had been a very special anniversary.

The next morning Mali awakened to a rope around her throat. She looked up to see Airi was strangling her with that same purple cord. “So you killed me yesterday for our anniversary, eh Mali? I guess that means today I get to kill you. Did I cum for you after I died, Mali? I hope so, because you’re going to cum so hard for me after I kill you!”

Mali rasped and gurgled as her lover pulled the purple cord deliciously tight around her neck. Instinctively she reached down and started fingering her extremely wet pussy. If she hurried she might be able to experience that cum before her lover killed her.

“Aww, do you want to cum before you die, Mali? Should I let my slut lover cum? Or should I strangle the very life out of you and deny you that wonderful sensation?”

Mali gawked as the rope tightened ominously. She furiously fingered herself. Damn, that wicked Airi was not going to let her cum in time!

The rope suddenly eased up around her neck just enough to give her a little sliver of air. Mali resisted the urge to fight the rope by furiously fingering herself. Then the rope tightened ominously. That wonderful fear mixed with the sensation of breathlessness was enough to send her over the edge.

Mali shuddered as Airi cackled at her. “Is my slut lover cumming as she dies? You look so sexy when I strangle you to death, Mali! Now this is for yesterday!” And with that she pulled hard on the rope.

Mali tried to cry out. But she was unable to get any breath out of her throat. Then she was cumming a second time, cumming violently as she spiraled away into oblivion.

“Yes!” Airi breathed as she watched her lover cum herself to death. Then she was cumming too, screaming Mali’s name to the heavens.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, she produced the dildo her lover had used on her corpse the previous day. “This is for you, my love,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m going to fuck a ton of death orgsms out of your sexy corpse.” Then she thrust the dildo hard into her lover’s soaked pussy and started fucking her like there was no tomorrow…

(Written for Jikoseiai Mar 22 ’17 by riwa. Inspired by the picture found on the Internet and used for illustraiton purposes.)

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Runaway stagecoach 3.3 (4)

Posted on April 24, 2017 by riwa

Runaway stagecoach

Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa

Francine Hunnicott scowled at the two young women sitting across from her and her husband. They appeared to be sisters but they both looked like soiled doves, off to ply their trade in the Wyoming territory. They were wearing dresses and appeared to be very self-conscious about something.

She coughed at the dust being kicked up. Traveling to and fro in this manner was undignified; there was dust everywhere. But it couldn’t be helped.

She and Willoughby had traveled to acquire some more supplies for their mercantile in Cheyenne. This was the only stagecoach available for their return. And now they were stuck riding with these… these prostitutes!

Her husband had smiled politely at them when they’d first boarded the stagecoach. He’d seemed fairly taken with them at first sight. But she’d given him an angry elbow in the ribs. In no uncertain terms was he to pay them any mind once they got back, especially at whatever saloon they would be residing. Merchants such as the two of them were supposed to be above that sort of people.

The coach swayed back and forth over a rough section of road. “Must you rock us around like that?” she hollered up at the driver, assuming he could even hear.

“It’s the road, ma’am,” a male voice called down to them. “Nothing I can do about it. The horses are doing their best.”

“Well their best isn’t good enough! You better mind our belongings or I’ll sue the company. We have valuable merchandise up there we’re taking back to Cheyenne.”

“Do my best, ma’am.”

Francine snorted derisively. If this was his best then she had no illusions as to the welfare of the contents of their merchandise once they arrived. Thankfully she’d packed it carefully knowing full well the coach would be none to stable a ride.

Across from them Meredith and her younger sister Sara smiled politely. But the matronly woman huffed at them and then looked away. Meredith could only hope she would not run into the woman too often in Cheyenne.

She and her younger sister had left Missouri after her father had died of tuberculosis and their mother of consumption. They could not handle the farm on their own and it had been foreclosed due to the debt father still owed. Packing up their few meager belongings, they had set out for the Wyoming territory.

There was work for a girl like her in the saloons, work for her younger sister if she allowed it. But she did not want that life for Sara. She wanted her to be a schoolteacher, although Sara had insisted on working at the Saloon with her. It had been a source of dispute ever since they’d left Missouri.

One of the clouds of dust that was annoying Francine kicked up and hit her in the face as she felt the wagon stop. She looked out of both sides and saw, on one side, a general store that was not unlike her own. On the other side was a church and some other buildings.

“We need to stop here,” she heard the driver call from above. “The horses need to rest and to have some water. I’m also going to use the outhouse and get something to eat.”

The idea of the outhouse and eating struck every passenger as a good idea. Francine was a bit annoyed when her fellow passengers were able to get out faster and find the outhouse first. So much for respecting your elders and betters…especially your betters, she thought.

When everyone was done with their business they all found themselves in the restaurant. Francine looked for the two younger women and made a point of siting as far away from them as possible.

Unbeknownst to her, had she been there first, the two younger women would have done the same thing. Her snooty attitude was obvious, that of a spoiled city girl who had not done real hard work in her life. Despite the argument that Meredith was anticipating with Sara, the woman’s attitude was even worse.

At least her husband was tolerable. But both Sara and Meredith could easily tell who the boss in that marriage was.

Food was consumed and then they reassembled by their wagon. The horses were still resting but their driver was waiting with a sausage in his hand.

“I was just in the saloon, asking around, and the general feeling from the people was that it’s been raining and the creeks that we’re going to have to pass are high. Also, they think that the wet weather isn’t over with.

“Well we are most certainly not going to stay here. I don’t even see a proper room to stay at. It’s not even mid-day so we’re going on.”

Their driver sighed, but got the horses ready to go again. The entire foursome then got in, taking their exact places as before, and they were off again.

They headed out of the small town and settled in for another long stretch. The sisters either looked across at their traveling companions or looked away. But the look of disdain on the elder woman’s face made them wish to avoid eye contact with the couple.

The husband managed to smile at them a couple of times. That made them feel better until the wife caught him. An angry glare made him look down at his feet.

The stagecoach lumbered along, occasionally bouncing over rough terrain. “Hey, watch it!” Francine called up at the driver. “I’ve got valuables packed in those suitcases you know!”

“Doin’ my best, ma’am,” a harried voice replied. “If I go any slower we won’t get there at all.”

“Is that all you got to say for yourself… ‘doin’ your best’?? This conveyance is rattling my innards!”

“Doin’ my best, ma’am.”

Francine huffed in annoyance. Sara couldn’t help smirking at her until she glared down the young woman. Sara looked away uncomfortably.

For reasons only she knew, Francine decided to close her mouth and shut up for a little while. Her husband and Meredith took advantage of the silence and stayed still, enjoying the brief respite. Sara suddenly found herself unable to keep her eyes open.

She dozed off, her head tilting to the right and coming to rest on her sister’s shoulders. Meredith gave her a small shove so that her head went the other way. But then it came back and rested on her shoulder again. She gave up and let her keep it there.

Things stayed smooth for a bit when they all heard a pattering above their heads. That noise could only be from rain droplets. They looked outside, Sara having been woken up, and saw the rain coming down. It was light at first but soon picked up and got heavier and heavier.

Sara and Meredith enjoyed watching the rain. But, as expected, Francine got uppity about it. “Keep my things dry, driver”, she yelled up to him.

“I’d like to ma’am, but there’s really nothing I can do about it. The weather is what it is.”

Francine pouted and, as the rain came down harder, they felt the wagon sloping downwards, following a trail that was taking the wagon down a steep hill. All four of them waited for the road to level out, but it didn’t. They all held onto the sides and their respective companions as they went down farther and the rain intensified.

Meredith looked at Sara who looked back. They looked across at the couple riding with them. Francine gave them an indignant look but said nothing, especially as they kept going downhill.

For a moment it felt as though the stagecoach had picked up speed. They could hear the horses starting to pick up the pace, heard the driver trying to reign them back in. All the while the rain kept coming down.

Just how long was this hill anyway? They were still going down. The sisters looked expectantly at the couple as though they should know if they had been this way once before. The husband smiled sheepishly and then shrugged his shoulders. The wife glared at him as though he wasn’t supposed to be nice to their passengers of low-standing.

“My luggage!” Francine called up toward the driver.

“It’s raining ma’am… and I’m a little busy at the moment!”

“Mind our luggage, driver!”

“Right now I’m trying to mind the horses, ma’am!”

The carriage continued to pick up speed and all four of the passengers started to worry. Sara and Meredith slowly reached over and took each other’s hands. Francine sat up straighter, trying to act calm and collected. Her husband just turned and looked out the side, hiding his face from everyone.

The rain intensified and they could all hear the driving yelling at the horses, trying to reign them in. Nothing he did seemed to be working.

Suddenly they all felt the wagon as it took a huge hit. Either they had hit a hard rock, or one wheel had gone into a large hole in the ground. It was such a jolt that all four of them were lifted from their seats and banged their heads against the roof of the carriage.

Meredith looked out of her window and saw, to her shock, the driver in midair as he went flying out of his seat. She covered her mouth in horror just as the wagon started to slew to one side.

“Driver, what’s going on up there?? If any of our merchandise is damaged your freight line is going to pay for it!”

“He certainly needs to slow the horses down!” her husband agreed nervously.

“He’s not up there anymore,” Meredith gasped, her face visibly pale.

“What??” The other three looked at her aghast.

“I saw him go over the side on that last bump we took.”

“Then who’s driving the stagecoach??” Francine simply could not comprehend their situation.

“There’s no one driving??” Sara gasped anxiously. She knew instantly the trouble they were in.

“What about the horses?” Francine asked. “Surely they’ve been trained…”

“They’re probably running scared!” her husband observed, clearly becoming more frightened.

“What do we do now? Are we riding a runaway stagecoach??” Everyone looked at Francine but no one had an answer to her question.

As if in answer, the wagon straightened itself out again and all of them breathed easier, but only for a moment. The wagon didn’t stay straight, but kept sliding until it was out of position, just slanted on the other side.

Francine stuck her head out of the carriage to look for the driver. She didn’t see him but did lose her hat in the process as the wind took it off of her head. She was able to get back in but her hair was already wet and had lost its styled appearance.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Sara asked her sister.

Meredith didn’t have an answer and looked at Francine’s husband. He didn’t have an answer either.

The carriage kept turning and going down the slope. Then, and they all guessed that it had gone too far, there was a huge snapping sound. The wheel that Sara was sitting over broke, putting the coach on a slant and letting everyone see the horses still attached to their tender run away from their conveyance. They didn’t run for very long, just long enough to get out of the way. Then they just stood where they were until they were out of sight.

With Sara sitting slightly lower than the rest of them, the carriage kept going downhill. None of them could even tell how far they had gone but it seemed like a long time. With Sara down, and the cart at an angle, rain started to pour into the cabin as the carriage spun again and everyone’s place was reversed.

The coach headed out of control down the hill as the occupants started to scream and cry out. With one wheel broken it kept skidding on one side of its axle, threatening the remaining wheels. Francine finally lost all manner of decorum as she screamed in terror, shaking her husband as though expecting him to do something.

Sara and Meredith clutched each other, looking with fright at the other two occupants as the coach bounced along down the hill. The carriage took another huge bump and threw them all up into the air again, resulting in another chorus of cries. At the angle they were heading down, Francine caught sight of valuable pieces of luggage flying off.

She let out a mournful wail before another rough bump caused them all to cry out in terror. The whole time the rain came in through the openings on either side. It wasn’t long until they were soaked.

They all let out a scream as the coach became airborne. It pitched over at an angle with Francine and Willoughby going over backward. The two sisters pitched over on top of them.

Meredith got a view of the ground coming up and realized there was water below them. She had a fleeting hope it might soften their landing. Then they hit with a splash and a crunch as the coach started to disintegrate all around them.

A piece of splintered wood came through Willoughby’s back, narrowly missing Sara as it emerged out of his chest. There was the sound of breaking glass as the contents to Francine’s luggage spilled out. A shattered plate spun thorough the air and sliced her jugular. A second later she was submerged; gurgling, bleeding out and drowning.

The back of the coach continued moving forward, breaking Meredith’s back. With a grunt she inhaled reflexively as the coach entered the water, swollen from the recent rains.

Sara felt the contents of the crumbling coach push her downward, submerging her in the midst of the dead and dying. Her dress was snagged as the weight of the coach pinned her inside the sinking stagecoach. The current grabbed the mass of destruction and began to sweep it downstream.

Something knocked the breath out of her. Then she was wildly struggling inside the destroyed coach. It caught a rock as it rushed downstream and she gurgled as she started to drown.

She couldn’t believe how this whole day had turned out. She was dimly aware of her dying sister’s spasming body next to her. There was no movement from the husband’s body beneath her, and Francine didn’t seem to be active. Then she gurgled again. The carriage hit a submerged rock before settling upon the bottom, entombing the four occupants until the flowing water receded and someone could find out what happened to the missing stagecoach…

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Condom roulette (19&20) 4.6 (36)

Posted on April 18, 2017 by riwa

Without another word she stepped up onto the stool. Daniel and I had to help steady her. Dustin’s cock was just as hard as ours. He seemed a little hesitant, although not all that much.

He asked his wife, “Gawd, baby; are you sure about this?”

“I don’t know… you guys could… could give me a flying fuck and… and… and see if I survive.” She lovingly caressed the nylon before quietly gasping, “Fuck; I’m so hot right now!”

“And if you don’t survive?” her husband wanted to know.

“Then you guys should fuck my corpse down here. Afterwards, I want you to toss me into the dumpster. There’s already enough meat between Alison and Nikki to feed the neighborhood.” She paused before quietly adding, “Gawd… to hang me… fuck my corpse in the noose… and then throw my cum-drenched ass into the dumpster?? Fuck, what a perfect ending to a crazy night for a filthy slut like me!”

“Damn, Dana! Do you see how hard we are just hearing you talk like that?”

She giggled as she told me, “That was me putting that stuff in your drinks, Eric. I’m so naughty, so maybe I deserve this. But thinking of you standing around jerking off, cumming on my dead body while I hang from the noose?? FUCK!”

She wobbled unsteadily on the stool, causing her to grab for the rope. In one swift motion she looped it around her neck. She let out a gasp as she shuddered. Her pussy was wet as hell; I think she had cum right then and there.

She saw the set of manacles we had lying on a nearby counter. “Cuff me quick, Eric!” she nodded, pointing them out to me. “Cuff my hands behind my back before I change my mind!”

I looked at Daniel who nodded excitedly, his cock hard and quivering. I looked at Dustin for confirmation. He only paused a moment before slowly nodding his head. So I walked over and retrieved the cuffs.

I took them over and stepped behind Dana who had already pulled her arms behind her back for me. I cuffed her roughly, causing her to gasp and whimper. Then I reached up for the rope angling downward and pulled on it, taking out the slack.

She gasped as it tightened around her throat. She whimpered as she started to breathe heavily. Her nipples were really hard, her pussy dripping an arousal that was slithering down her legs in rivulets.

“Shall I tie it off?” I asked no one in particular. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I heard Dana gasp, “Yes; do it, Eric! Fucking tie it off already! I’m so fucking horny!”

“This should help with your balance,” I told her as I pulled on the rope. It lifted her up onto the balls of her feet as I secured the other end. Then I came back to her.

I reached up and started molesting her, fondling and groping her boobs as she writhed and moaned. Then I fingered her pussy. She clenched around the fingers inside her, whimpering and wriggling while the other two guys shamelessly stroked their cocks right in front of her.

“Was Alison as excited as… as I am?” her voice rasped. It was a little choked off, although she could still get air.

“More,” I told her as I fingered her cunt. She was really wet.

“Nuh-uh! I’m hornier than… she ever was!”

“Do you really think so?”

“Hang me, Eric! I want you to fucking… hang me!”

I turned to the guys to get their reactions. They were both still stroking. Daniel’s remark was “Hang the slut!” while Dustin added “If the whore wants to hang, who am I to say no?”

I sucked on one of Dana’s nipples as I fingered her cunt. She let out a moan and a whimper. Then I heard her beg, “Hang me, damn you!”

I bit down on a nipple, causing her to cry out. Then I pulled her toward me with my fingers in her pussy as I pushed on the stool with my foot. I pulled her off and then kicked it away before stepping back to watch her dangle.

Dana rasped and kicked as the rope took her full weight. Her arms suddenly jerked upward behind her back as though she was trying to reach the coil around her neck to loosen it. Her tits bounced as she swung back and forth. Her pussy glistened; I’m sure I saw something spray out of it.

The guys stood on either side of me, the three of us stroking together. “Fuck; that’s hot!” Daniel gasped.

“And you hung Alison like that?” Dana’s husband asked.

“Sure did, Dustin. I’ll show you exactly what I did to her.”

I stepped forward with my cock hard and erect. Dana’s legs came around as though attempting to use me for leverage. She was so wet I slid right into her soaked cunt.

Her legs tightened around my waist as she tried lifting herself up. It had the effect of her pussy fucking my cock as she went up and down. It wasn’t long until I don’t think she was trying to get any air so much as she was trying to fuck me while attempting to reach another orgasm.

She bounced up and down on my cock, rasping and gasping for breath. Her cunt clenched like crazy; it felt incredible! Then she shuddered hard; I think the crazy bitch had reached orgasm because she soaked me.

Her pussy leaked as she gurgled her climax. It had the added effect of triggering a release of my own. Her eyes rolled as I filled her with my cream. I think she might have actually felt me cum inside her.

I slowly stepped back as she tried to hang onto me with her legs. She lost me and went swinging back and forth. Our cum mixed together to dribble down her legs.

“Fuck; I’ve got to have me some of that!” And with that Daniel stepped forward. Dana had the strength to wrap her legs around his waist as she rode him impaled on his dick while the noose continued to close around her throat.

Dustin kept stroking as I watched Nikki’s husband give his wife a hot, flying fuck. Daniel was gasping and crying out, calling her a fucking whore and how she was going to hang to death with his cock up her cunt. Her eyes rolled as she shuddered hard until it looked like she was drenching him with her cum.

“C’mon, Dustin!” he suddenly called out. “Fuck your wife’s ass! Let’s do her together!”

Her eyes fluttered as though she’d heard but wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Dustin only hesitated a moment before he stepped up behind her. “You are one kinky, sexy whore, baby!” he declared as he thrust up hard into her ass.

She let out a gawk as they gave her a flying fuck in both holes. Dana rasped and gurgled as her eyes rolled again. Then it looked like she was having another climax. Damn, how many orgasms was this bitch capable of putting out??

Daniel blurted out, “Fuck; she’s milking my cock like she wants me to cum inside her! What a fucking noose-whore!” That’s when I saw Dustin reach around to grab and twist her nipples.

She hitched again as her face took on an ominous shade of red. She looked like she was having some serious breathing problems. Then I heard her husband tell her, “Damn, baby! Your ass is really making my cock feel good!”

She rasped and gurgled as her body twitched. Her arms looked like they were trying to come up behind her back. But there wasn’t much effort. It made me think she was losing steam.

“Awww, FUCK!” And with that Daniel thrust hard up her cunt. She jerked and shuddered as Dustin proclaimed, “Fuck; I’m cumming too!”

They both stood there fucking her until her legs suddenly came down from around Daniel’s waist. She hung tiredly as stray muscles fired off. Daniel pulled out first, revealing another batch of cum slithering down her legs. Dustin pulled out a few seconds later.

I was hard and stroking again; it was just too damned erotic. Dustin smiled at me and then waved me over to his wife. “It’s your noose, Eric; you do the honors.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take her down? She might still be there.”

“Let her die on your cock, buddy.”

I shrugged my shoulders and stepped forward. He didn’t have to tell me twice, although it was probably the alcohol in my system that helped me do it. I stepped forward, found her cum-soaked pussy with my cock and let her hang there impaled on it.

Her mouth was open as drool spilled off her lips onto her tits. She spasmed and twitched; I could still feel her cunt trying to milk me. But her eyes were glazing over.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” I asked softly. The only response was more of her pussy trying to clench around my hard, quivering shaft. But even that settled down until she was just hanging there limp, impaled on my dick.

I started thrusting into her as I pulled down on her shoulders. I heard something in her chest as her eyes flickered briefly. Then I really started thrusting as I pulled a little harder.

Her pussy picked up the pace, clenching again as though she was trying to keep her heart going. Her eyes flickered as more drool gathered on her tongue to spill onto her boobs. Her pussy clenched softly, but I could still detect it. Then my cock went off inside her as her eyes totally glazed over.

I slowly pulled out until she was gently swaying back and forth, her head tilted off to one side. Her bladder suddenly released; I hadn’t counted on that. Then Dustin and Daniel stepped forward. They actually spurted their spunk all over her limp body, leaving more cream to trickle down her naked flesh.

Daniel stepped forward… “I’m fucking that dead ass.” Then he thrust up into her butt. There was the faintest hint of a response, but I suspect it was only a reflex as he began fucking her good and hard while reaching around to savage her tits.

I looked over at Dustin, not knowing how to feel. “You ok, man?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think she wanted it this way. So I’m glad you gave it to her. At least she won’t suffer from ‘survivor’s guilt’ over living through the night.”

“Good point.”

He took a deep breath before stepping up to fuck her pussy. She got double-teamed in the noose again as the guys fucked both holes. There was cum leaking everywhere as they helped themselves to sloppy seconds.

They left more cum deposits which ended up leaking out of her holes and down her legs. I was told to go up and help myself if I wanted. I was still hard, no doubt from whatever she’d used to spike our drinks. I decided not to feel too bad about it, especially since she deserved it and probably wanted us to have a good time using her corpse.

I really enjoyed her ass until I left another deposit of cream which leaked out and slithered down her legs. Daniel set her body to swaying back and forth as he watched and stroked. He spurted on her again, followed by Dustin coating her with more cream. By now all that spunk from our cocks and her arousal, along with her piss, was starting to drip off her toes.

We finally took her down and laid her out on the floor. I knelt down, tipped her head back and fucked her mouth with my cock. Daniel straddled her and fucked her tits with his dick. And Dustin gave it to her in her dead pussy again. Then we all stood up over her and coated her with our cum as we spurted all over her.

It finally felt like I was starting to soften. The guys were acting as though they’d finally had enough. I think exhaustion was setting in… either that or whatever had been put in our drinks was wearing off.

“What do we do now? I asked.

“We do what she wanted,” Daniel suggested. “We throw this whore out in the dumpster. Maybe the garbage men will find her and get lucky. Anyway, Dustin and I will take the dead wives upstairs back to my place. I have a freezer big enough to hold them until we start our barbecue tomorrow.”

“Can you guys handle all that?”

“Sure, Eric,” Daniel replied. “Why should you leave your house? You’re probably dead on your feet.” He laughed at his little pun.

I helped them haul Dana outside in the back alley, tossing her cum-stained body in with all the other trash. I felt both aroused and yet disgusted with myself. But Dustin told me not to feel bad about it as we were only carrying out her last wishes.

After we got dressed, I helped them haul the other two bodies out to their vehicle. They thanked me for one hell of an evening. Then they told me not to worry about it. Dustin said there would be sexy bitches at the barbecue and that they would introduce a few of them to me. I was told I would be the star of the party, although I wasn’t sure I believed that.

I went inside and did a little clean-up. I felt alone and a little unhappy. But it was as though I could hear my wife whispering in my ear not to feel bad because she was the one who had been willing to take all the risks. I also thought I heard her tell me to pick out a good bitch to enjoy at the barbecue.

I didn’t know if it was a ghost, wishful thinking, or just a guilty conscience trying to rationalize it all. So with that in mind I took a quick shower before climbing into bed. Before I drifted off to sleep I found myself wondering whether it was all a dream and if I would wake up in the morning in bed with Alison cuddled up by my side.

I woke up feeling groggy and hungover. But we had something in the house for that. Then my eyes adjusted and I looked all around.

Alison wasn’t in bed with me. So it had happened after all.

I had mixed emotions as I got out of bed and got dressed. There was still some cleanup that needed to be done. At least that kept me active.

I got a call from Daniel about 10 am. He told me he had both wives on to cook and that people were already starting to gather. He said it was probably going to be the neighborhood event of the year.

I told him I wasn’t sure how I felt about coming. He told me to get my ass over there. He said if I was hungover he had something for that. But I told him we already had something in the house.

“Sis wants to meet you, Eric. I told her what went down last night. She’s making the salad and some dessert. And she’s contacted a few other women around the neighborhood who promised to bring some other fixings. It’s going to be great! But she really wants to meet you. And I’m sure there are others who will want to meet you as well.”

“Why? Am I suddenly public enemy number one?”

“No, man; you’re famous! Sis has been talking you up to anyone who might want to see you and say hi once you get here.”

“When do you want me there?”

“Anytime you can get your ass over here. Now I gotta go.” And with that he hung up.

I sighed as I went in to take a quick shower. Then I put on a pair of shorts and an airy shirt. I figured I might as well put in an appearance for a few minutes just to satisfy everyone.

I happened to glance over at the box of condoms. I looked in at the two yellow ones still residing in there. I don’t know what made me reach in, grab them and stuff them into my pocket. Maybe I thought I might want proof in case anyone challenged my story.

When I drove over, I discovered there was an impressive collection of people who had already gathered. I guess Daniel had done this type of thing before. Alison and I had heard about it, but for some reason we just weren’t interested. Now they were having her and Nikki as the main entree.

It smelled pretty good when I parked and walked in. I recognized some of the couples from the neighborhood as I went through the house. I went out back, only to be hit with the smell of flesh cooking.

I thought I would be disgusted at the aroma. But apparently they were using a lot of seasoning. In addition to the roasting pit there were four other barbecues going with a couple of neighbors manning each one.

At the pit I saw several people had gathered around. Daniel was there with a beer in his hand and appeared to be regaling them with events of the previous night. He kept talking and then motioning over at the main course as though she was part of the story.

I looked over to see Alison fully impaled from ass to mouth. She was rotating slowly over the open fire, juices dripping off her naked body. A lady I didn’t know was basting her ass with something that smelled good.

Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs were stretched out and skewered at the ankles so they wouldn’t flop around. Her eyes were still open, making me wonder why they hadn’t closed them. It was really strange seeing her impaled like that. I swear it looked like she was fucking that damned spit while fellating the end sticking out of her mouth.

A can of beer magically appeared in my hand. “Good to see you, buddy!” Dustin said as he patted me on the back after handing it to me. “Some of the chicks are already asking about you! Of course Daniel and I have been seeing our fair share as well, telling them about what happened last night. But even though we have our favorites, since your wife’s the main menu item today we thought we’d let you have first pick of the litter.”

“First pick; how thoughtful,” I responded dryly. “I highly doubt anyone is going to want to go home with a guy who strangled his wife to death.” I still wasn’t sure I hadn’t done the deed myself, although it sure as hell felt like she was dying from that condom.

“You’d be surprised!” he laughed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got Nikki’s ass on the barbecue and I don’t want her to burn.” Then off he went.

I saw Daniel talking to a couple of girls who might have been college coeds. I knew he and his wife entertained them sometimes at his swinger parties. I had no idea I would finally be here attending one of his outdoor barbecues while he had someone I knew roasting on the spit.

I took a look over at Alison, sighing wistfully. Gawd, I was going to miss her. What the hell was I thinking buying that box of condoms when I suspected she would willingly want to risk going through them just for the thrill of it?

I was staring right at her when she suddenly shuddered on the spit. It looked like the crazy bitch was fucking it while cumming fully impaled on that metal pole! Impossible!

I blinked my eyes and looked closer. But there was no movement. I concluded it must have been my imagination.

A hand touched my shoulder as I heard a female voice ask, “Are you Eric?”

I turned to see an attractive blonde of about 23 in shorts and a very tight tank top that accented her 34 C’s. She had a sexy brunette friend standing with her about the same age and body shape in a light blue T and shorts.

“Yes, I am,” I told them politely.

“I’m Molly and this is Frieda,” the blonde said. “Daniel told us we should talk to you. He said you’re the reason we’re even having this barbecue in the first place.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“Not everything,” Frieda giggled. “He talked about choking his wife and all. But he said he’d let you tell us all the juicy stuff’. So what happened? Is this your wife? Daniel says it’s your wife.” and she motioned at the naked body rotating on the spit.

“Yes, it is.”

“What did you do to her? How did she die?”

“Well, I’m not sure. We were playing ‘condom roulette’ and I may have…”

“Condom roulette?? What’s that?” Molly really seemed interested. You mean Daniel hadn’t told them about the condoms??

“It’s a box of condoms, only one is laced with a poison. You get fucked with it and you die.”

“Really?? Daniel didn’t tell us that! That sounds so fucking hot!” That was from Frieda.

“Tell us more!” Molly begged. “Don’t leave anything out!”

“Yeah, tell us the whole story!”

“Well, Frieda, I’ll try to hit the highlights so as not to bore you.” Then I gave them the abbreviated version, admitting to all without going into any great detail.

It took about twenty minutes as they kept asking for specifics. I told them just about everything, including wondering which of our wives may have gotten the lethal condom. I tried to leave certain things out but Molly wouldn’t let up, especially when she finally said, “I hear you gave Dana a flying fuck as you hanged her to death!”

“Yes, I did.”

“Fuck; that sounds hot!” Frieda gasped.

“You gals aren’t the least bit unnerved I hanged someone and that I may have choked my wife to death while playing ‘condom roulette’?”

“Not at all!” Molly panted breathlessly. “And we’re glad what happened to Nikki! That bitch was wicked cruel during our swinger parties. Last time she fucked my ass raw with her strap-on! So Daniel promised me a piece of her ass in return!”

Frieda recognized some guy she knew, and they excused themselves. They certainly weren’t fazed I may have been involved in the murder of a couple of women at my house. And they both seemed to have a fascination with the condom story.

I took one last look at Alison roasting on the spit before walking away. I didn’t want to hang around too long in case I might start feeling bad. But it appeared there were no hard feelings among any of our neighbors… at least none thus far.

I ran into a couple I knew, and I had to tell the story all over again. They seemed fascinated by it. At the end they both told me how much they appreciated my help in making this neighborhood party a rousing success by helping provide the meat. I thanked them, even though I wasn’t sure how I should feel about that.

I got me another beer where I ran into a trio of girls who also wanted to know the whole story. At the end they thought it was hot hearing how us husbands were fucking our three wives with one of them possibly drawing the laced condom. The dark-haired beauty told her friend she might have to ask her boyfriend Steve to consider buying a box of condoms.

I went over and talked to Daniel’s sister Janie who was overseeing a barbecue full of what must have been Nikki’s ribs. I thanked her for helping out and providing a salad and a dessert. She told me her brother had given her the bare bones of our time last night, but that she wanted more details from me.

I filled in the blanks while she was brushing the ribs with sauce. When I was done she just looked at me with eyes wide in admiration. “That sounds incredible!” she finally breathed. “And when all was said and done, Dustin let you fuck his wife in the noose until she died on your cock down in your basement??”

“Pretty much.”

“That must have been incredible!”

“It was.”

“Well, I don’t think so!”

I turned at the new voice in time to see 45 year old Francine Atherton with her greying hair that looked like it had been meticulously tended to by a hairdresser in the past five minutes. She was standing there giving me a disapproving look with her husband Willard by her side. She had a near empty glass of wine in her hand. I had no idea they’d been eavesdropping.

Janie rolled her eyes. “Oh, Francine! Go have some more Chablis, ok? Daniel will have something ready for you soon.”

“I certainly hope some of this meat will be cooked to my liking.”

“It will be, Francine; I promise! You know Daniel… only the best for the Athertons!”

“I should hope so!”

“You should be thankful, Francine! This is Eric! It’s his wife on the spit! And he helped arrange it last night so that Nikki will be putting in an appearance on your plate as well!”

“I hope I get the cunt steak, Janie.”

“Alison’s is reserved for Eric here.”

The newcomer scowled at that. “Well I don’t see why, not when we’re here to give our professional opinion on the meat you’re cooking. But I must say, I don’t approve of your methods, young man!” She was glaring right at me when she said it.

“Francine, you don’t like how the bodies get here so long as they get here?? I don’t get it!”

“And you, young man. I heard you hanged that young woman to death down in your basement before throwing her body out with the trash? What a waste of good meat! And your penis was inside her as she died in the noose? Inconceivable!”

Janie laughed as she told the woman, “Francine, I don’t think that word means what you think it means!”

The arrogant woman totally missed the movie reference, although I had to laugh inwardly. “Mind your ribs, young lady!” she snapped irritably. Then she proudly threw her chin up as they haughtily walked away.

“Oh don’t mind her, Eric,” Janie laughed. “She’s always like that. But I think there’s something going on deep down with that couple. They always show up anytime we’re cooking someone. And that bitch always wants to sample the best parts.”

I excused myself to go mingle again. But it wasn’t long before I encountered another group and was forced to regale them with my tale. I certainly was the center of attention. It actually felt rather nice.

Cuts of meat started to be served. Some of the neighbors grabbed a plate of food, either eating at one of the handful of tables or standing around talking to others. It really was a well-attended gathering. It’s a good thing Daniel had a huge back yard. Maybe that’s why they had such a large piece of property.

I decided not to go over to see how they were carving up Alison. I did get her cunt steak though. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But a few bites in and I had to conclude it tasted pretty decent. I could almost hear her in my ear laughing as she told me how I always liked chewing on her pussy.

After getting something to eat, I went back to mingling again. I decided to stay for the duration, being as how it would be inappropriate if the guest of honor left prematurely. Besides, it seemed like there was always someone wanting me to tell my story to them.

It wasn’t long before I started getting slips of paper with names and phone numbers. Some of the girls were asking me to call them later. I found that really interesting.

I went and told Daniel about the phone numbers I was collecting. He just patted me on the shoulder and grinned. He said he wasn’t surprised as he’d already gotten propositioned by a couple of the ladies they’d swung with several months ago. He told me to enjoy myself and to not feel bad about anything.

A couple minutes later this 22 year old with smaller but attractive breasts and short brown hair came up to me with another piece of paper. “Eric, will you ever buy another box of condoms with a lethal one inside?” I told her I didn’t know, but it was certainly a possibility.

“If you do, will you call me? I think I’d like to come over sometime and try one out if you’d be willing. I think we could have a really great time together. Call me!” Then she handed me the slip of paper with her name and number before rushing off to catch up to her friends.

It was like that all afternoon. I gathered a good half dozen slips of paper with names and numbers. But there was one I received that literally floored me.

I was off by myself between visits with neighbors when Francine walked up to me. She was alone. She paused and looked all around as though making sure no one knew she was with me. She looked me right in the eye and then slapped a piece of paper in my hand. Then she turned and walked away as though her business with me had been concluded.

I thought that was weird; that is, until I opened the paper and looked at what she’d written. It said DO YOU HANDLE REQUESTS? I’D LIKE TO SEE YOUR BASEMENT NEXT WEEK. CALL ME. I could hardly believe it!

I stared at it for a few seconds and then looked around for her. But she had slipped out of sight. Was there more to Mrs. Atherton than her expensive hair styling and her haughty attitude?

I wandered around until I found Daniel with Molly and Frieda in each arm. “There you are, Eric!” he declared when he caught sight of me and waved me over. “These attractive ladies have been telling me how excited they are to be at our party. They simply love the idea of playing condom roulette. It’s too bad you didn’t bring those last two condoms over with you.”

I looked at them in surprise, unable to believe the coincidence. Then I reached into my pocket and pulled them out. Daniel was astonished.

“Those are the yellow ones we didn’t use? You mean you brought ‘em with you??”

“Those are the last two yellow ones?” Molly gasped incredulously. She actually seemed excited about it.

“I thought I might need a little proof to show people,” I explained. “I had no idea folks would believe me right off the bat. Everyone here must know about your barbecue parties and how the ladies end up on the spit.”

“Oh FUCK!” Molly gasped. Her eyes were wide and she was visibly trembling.

She came over and slid an arm around my waist. Then she took one of the condoms right out of my hand before handing the other one over to Frieda. I looked at Daniel in surprise, but he just shrugged his shoulders as he grinned back at me.

“Is there someplace private where we can go fuck? Gawd, I can’t believe I’m saying this! How about you, Frieda?”

“I’m in!” her friend gasped excitedly.

“I know a place,” Daniel told them with a smile and a wave toward the house. And so the four of us headed off together where I was soon to discover if the lethal one was in the hands of one of our sexy risk-takers or if Nikki or Alison had already drawn it. Apparently the loss of my risk-taking wife was about to open up a whole new world for me…

THE END

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