Condom roulette (5&6) 3.6 (5)

5

The butt-fuck over the edge of the tub seemed to hold me for a few days. Oh we still had sex of course. I just didn’t need to use any of those damned condoms. But of course that didn’t last long as I began to think of how else we could use them to add to our kinky play.

My husband was comfortable not using them. But then I started to bring it up again. “Thrill-seeker or death-wish?” he wanted to know.

“Thrill-seeker,” I told him playfully. “But the idea of you enjoying my dying body and then fucking my corpse is a total turn-on.” He just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

It wasn’t long until I got the idea of him noosing me up and then fucking me while I was strangling from the rope. That doubled the risk as there was a real possibility of something going wrong or me dying either way. Thinking of my body spasming in the noose while he was fucking death into my cunt drove me wild.

I finally couldn’t stand it any longer. I set everything up in our basement where we played some of our asphyxia games with the noose. Then I waited for him to come home.

I fixed his favorite meal. Afterward we spent some wonderful time together cuddling on the couch. I played with his growing bulge until I couldn’t stand it any longer, removing his pants and going down on him.

He appreciatively shot a load down my throat. Then he looked at me suspiciously. “All right; what did you do this time?”

I giggled… “Do you always have to be so suspicious?”

“With you: yes.”

“Come with me.”

I took his hand and downstairs we went. I think he knew the moment I took him down to the basement. The noose was right there hanging from the ceiling directly above a little stool. The package of condoms was sitting on a nearby desk.

He looked at me for a long moment and I wondered if I was going to be disappointed. Then he grabbed me and roughly threw me onto the nearby couch. My breath caught in my throat.

“Bitch!” he snarled, slapping my face hard. Instantly I was wet down below. He literally ripped my clothes off my body before forcing me down onto my knees to suck him back into full hardness.

I was horny as hell, especially the way he was being so aggressive with me. He stood me upright and marched me right over to a length of rope I’d left there for him. I whimpered with delicious fright as he roughly tied my wrists behind my back and then noosed me up on the stool, making sure there was no slack.

He savaged my breasts, slapping them a couple of times for good measure. Then he thrust several fingers into my dripping cunt. I was soaking wet, my labia swollen.

He walked over to the box of condoms and pulled that latex glove on to protect his hand and fingers. Then he eyed me coldly as he blindly reached in and picked one. I inhaled sharply; you have no idea what that did to me the way he reached in so cold and uncaring.

He took it out of the wrapper and calmly rolled it onto his cock which by now was stiff and throbbing. Then he coldly walked up to me. My nipples were so erect they hurt as I gasped for breath.

With a brutal kick he sent the stool flying out from underneath me. I only fell about 18 inches before the thick noose took up my weight. Then my legs were kicking as I twisted and struggled, jerking my bound wrists behind my back in vain.

It hurt like hell; I was both scared and aroused beyond belief. Then he came up to me and toyed with my pussy with the tip of his cock. One hard thrust and he was finally in.

I frantically wrapped my legs around his waist to ease the agony around my neck. Then I was riding him like crazy, knowing full well he might be fucking death into my cunt. If I went into seizures I was convinced he would allow me to hang naked in the noose to enjoy my show.

I fucked him hard; gawd, how I rode him! I couldn’t get enough! I could barely breathe, my neck hurt, and at any moment I was liable to seize up from the effects of poison entering my system through my pussy.

He drove his cock hard and deep inside me, roughly molesting my boobs again as I rode him. He thrust savagely into my cunt until I felt him swell inside me. I felt another erotic jolt knowing once he climaxed in me he had no further use for my body and would abandon me to the noose.

I used my legs to pull him deep inside me until I felt his cock spasming in my fevered pussy. I went off in orgasm as he pumped his load into that condom of death. My scream of ecstasy was cut off by the rope constricting my neck.

I milked him dry until he gave me a cold, hard look as I started squeezing him out of me. I tried to hang on, tried to keep my legs wrapped around his waist. But he pushed me away until I lost my grasp, my legs falling as I swung back and forth.

The noose returned to its deadly work as I twisted this way and that. My legs kicked as I rasped for breath. With that latex glove still on his hand he grabbed his cock and stroked himself as he watched me hang.

I struggled to breathe but my throat closed off. My head began to swell as I started to panic. Maybe this time it wouldn’t be the condom at all. Maybe this time he really was going to allow me to hang to death! That thought triggered a massive orgasm inside me that hit so hard it battered me unconscious…

When I awakened I was out of the noose lying on the couch in his arms. “Damn, baby,” I purred at him as he gently kissed my lips. “For a minute there I thought you were going to take me all the way. I had two of the biggest orgasms I have ever had in my life.”

“Was it worth it?”

“What do you think?”

I purred dreamily as we kissed again. Then he carried me upstairs to the bedroom where he made love to me for a couple of glorious hours…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Jul 31 ’16 by riwa)

 

6

Being left hanging in the noose for a little bit gave me an erotic thrill like you wouldn’t believe, especially when I thought he was fucking death into my cunt. That night turned out to be erotic as hell. I seemed to have gotten my thrill and things calmed down for a while.

I think he was more concerned about keeping me alive than I was. So he didn’t bring it up very much. I didn’t mind so much him not initiating. It made me feel like he wanted to keep me around. It also put the decision squarely on my shoulders in case I wanted to take the risk.

I probably should have let things go. But you know me. It wasn’t long until that old familiar urge to play condom roulette reared its erotic head again. I was ready to try another condom of death.

Things really took a turn when we went to a neighborhood party hosted by Nikki and Daniel. They have what I guess you’d call an open relationship and had been after us for months. But my husband and I had yet to “try them out” so to speak.

It was a late night pool party, although there were only a couple of ladies enjoying the water. They were topless of course and were getting lots of whistles and catcalls. They didn’t mind and they ate up all the attention.

Nikki and Daniel made sure we got all the liquor we wanted. We tried not to drink too heavily, but we did enjoy getting a nice buzz. And our host couple eased off on pursuing us that night as they wanted us to have a nice time at the party.

Daniel did flirt with me a little, although he didn’t hit on me too hard. A couple of times I saw Nikki chatting with my husband. When he came back I asked if she was coming on to him. “I think she toned it down for the party,” he replied with a chuckle.

The whole time we were there I had other things on my mind. I was getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. What I was planning was my little way of getting revenge on the amorous couple who seemed so interested in doing a little wife-swapping with us.

I took my husband aside and asked him if he was having a good time. He said he was enjoying himself and that it was a really good party. I asked him what the topless ladies in the pool were doing to him. His response was, “See for yourself.”

I reached down and grabbed his crotch, discovering he had a nice little bulge. I checked to see if it was noticeable. But I don’t think it mattered as several of the other guys I saw were sporting bumps in the crotch of their trousers.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nikki looking out way. Just to get back at her I whispered to my husband, “Wanna check me out? Reach under my skirt and find out.”

She was still watching when he reached under and felt around. “You went commando,” he observed. “And you’re wet as hell.”

“Wanna be naughty?” With that I grabbed him and took him inside, noticing Nikki was still looking our way. I loved the way I was being so brazen about it while she was watching us.

I led him to their master bedroom where the purses had all been stashed. I sat on the edge of the bed and let him reach underneath and feel me up. I was breathless as hell and horny as fuck.

“One thing more,” I told him, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached into my purse and pulled out a condom. When I pulled out the latex glove he stared at me in astonishment before blurting out, “Babe, you are so fucking crazy!”

“Gawd, I want you to fuck me to death!”

“Right here?”

“Right here on their bed.”

“What if you make a mess?”

“I’m counting on that.”

“What if someone comes in and sees us?”

“I only brought one. Their loss.”

“But what if you die?”

“Then you, Nikki and Daniel can have a little necro fun with my corpse. Hell, it’ll probably turn into a big necro party. You know how much Dana and Dustin out there talk about sex all the time. I think Nikki and Daniel aren’t the only ones who might want to wife-swap with us.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely as he continued to finger me. “Give it to me, baby,” I breathed as I hungrily devoured his lips. “Shove your cock into this dirty snatch and fuck me to death. Let me feel the condom of death in my hot, wet cunt!”

I got a thrill realizing it didn’t take him long to shed his pants and roll the damned thing onto his hard, throbbing member. He wanted to fuck me to death every bit as much as I wanted it. “Give me your cock!” I begged, pulling him down onto me as I fell back onto the bed. “Fuck your dirty whore! Fuck me to death right here where anyone might burst in on us!”

The thought of fucking in their master bedroom where anyone could walk in drove me wild. He climbed on top of me and slid right in to my hot, wet cunt. I was horny for it, aching for it! And I wanted to do it on Nikki’s bed just to get back at her for all the times they’d come on to us.

He began fucking me hard, ramming it deep inside me. I began to cry out, “Yes – yes; fuck your dirty whore! Fuck me to death on Nikki’s bed!” Then I lifted my legs for deeper penetration, grabbed my ankles and then waited for the condom of death to do its thing.

It amazed me how horny he had become. He pounded me with abandon, thrusting hard and deep. I totally lost it as I cried out at the top of my voice while the sounds of the party were going on outside… “YES – YES; FUCK YOUR SLUTTY WHORE TO DEATH! FUCK ME WITH YOUR GLORIOUS COCK! FUCK YOUR DEATH-LOAD DEEP INSIDE ME!”

He rammed me hard until I started to scream. He kissed me hard, which helped muffle it a little. He was so horny that I think he started cumming right after my orgasm swept me over the edge.

We cried out into each other’s mouths. The whole time I found myself wondering if Nikki and Daniel would come in later and find me dead on their bed with my cunt leaking my orgasm. The whole thing was so damned erotic that I went from one orgasm right into another one.

He fucked me hard until he filled that condom he was wearing. Afterwards we collapsed together upon their bed, panting like crazy. “Pull out!” I panted breathlessly. “I want to eat your spunk!”

He came out and pulled his condom off. By then it was pretty much apparent I had lucked out again as I was still alive and breathing. He unloaded it into my mouth and I swallowed every drop.

We climbed off the bed and tried to straighten ourselves up. There was a serious wet spot right in the middle. But I knew everyone was going to know just by looking at us that we’d just done the dirty inside Nikki’s house. Now I wanted to go home and fuck some more.

He started to take the condom to the bathroom when I grabbed him and stopped him. “No, I’ll take care of it, lover. Let me gather up my purse and I’ll meet you out by the pool to say our goodbyes. I want you so fucking bad.”

He smiled as he handed me the condom. Then he left the bedroom. I cruelly placed it right on top of the wet spot upon the bed. Then I grabbed my purse and left.

I found him out by the pool where we found Nikki. “We’ve had a great time tonight at your party,” I told her. “But I think it’s time to go.”

“So soon?”

“I’m hungry for a little man-meat.”

I deliberately reached down and grabbed my husband by the crotch. Then I turned and hollered, “We had a great time! See you later, everyone!” They all hollered their goodbyes as we headed out, me proudly talking the walk of shame with my husband hand in hand. But when I looked back I thought I saw Nikki giving me the eye of jealousy…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Aug 16 ’16 by riwa)

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Black Widow – The Therapist 3.4 (5)

“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not sure we should be doing this.”

“It’ll be fine, Rebecca.”

“But you’re my therapist.”

“I only want to understand. I thought this would be the best way. Is that so bad?”

“No. But I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“It’s… it’s complicated.”

“Help me understand, Rebecca.” There’s an awkward pause followed by… “You, uh… you do find me attractive, don’t you, Rebecca?”

She’s embarrassed and her head lowers… “Yes. Yes I do.”

“I find you attractive as well, Rebecca. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s all right. That’s why I requested this meeting here at my pool in our swimsuits. I want to understand your problem, Rebecca.” There’s another pause, this time followed by a wholly unprofessional, flirtatious smile…

“I want to swim with you, Rebecca. I want to be close to you. I want to understand this thing you have with the water. Is that all right?”

“I guess so.”

She’s trembling again; her excitement is growing. Doesn’t her therapist understand? This probably isn’t a good idea. Rebecca knows that somehow she… she loses herself underwater when it comes to being with another woman. She does things… horrible things… things she feels like she can’t control.

The therapist takes her hand and slowly… seductively leads her down the steps into the pool. Then she pauses and takes a deep breath before admitting something she should never give into. “Rebecca? I have a confession to make.”

“What is that?”

“Ever since I met you I’ve always wanted to do this.”

The therapist gently caresses Rebecca’s shoulder. She draws even closer. Then she gives her a light kiss on the lips. Rebecca trembles as something sparks inside her.

No. Not again…

“Was that unpleasant, Rebecca?” The therapist recognizes her patient’s hesitancy.

“No.” The trembling returns as the urge grows stronger.

“Let’s go for a swim, Rebecca. Help me understand this problem you have in the water with other women.”

Before she can resist she is gently pulled along out into deeper water by her therapist. She can feel something fanning the flames of her desire, flames she’s trying to willfully put out. She can also feel that familiar urge stir within her, and she continues to tremble.

“Are you ok, Rebecca? Why you’re shivering, honey. Is it because of me?”

“Yes it is.”

“Let’s go underwater. Ok, honey?”

“Maybe we’d better not.”

“I need to understand so I can help you, Rebecca. Help me understand. Come underwater with me.”

Rebecca nods as her resistance melts away. They slip under the surface together. Bubbles emerge out of two sets of noses.

Now that she’s underwater, the urge is much stronger. She hesitates as her therapist reaches out to her, caressing her cheek and touching her shoulder. She trembles and loses bubbles as the woman draws closer to her.

She feels the attraction and it lures her right in. It also frightens her; something about it frightens her. She can feel the urge growing ever stronger, rising up to take control of her. She tries to fight it off.

The therapist moves in very close, brushing their lips together. Rebecca tries to resist but it’s so hard. There’s another caress of her face, and she trembles before pulling away.

They surface together as the therapist frowns at her. “Rebecca? Are you resisting me?”

“I’m not… I’m not sure…”

“Why? Why are you resisting me?”

“It’s complicated. You can’t understand. You won’t understand.”

“Make me understand, Rebecca. C’mon, honey; let’s go back underwater. Show me; make me understand.”

Rebecca can feel it growing inside her, threatening to take over and causing her to lose control. She cannot lose control, not this time. But she wants to swim with this woman so much, wants to be underwater with her.

She is unable to resist the demands of her therapist. So she nods weakly as they submerge together. This time her therapist leads the way into the deep end.

She follows, growing more and more excited. The urge is becoming much stronger now. She’s barely in control. Maybe they’ll stop before it’s too late.

They swim around each other. Then her therapist draws close, stealing another kiss. She tries to resist but it’s almost impossible with the attractive woman swimming around with her.

Her therapist reaches out and touches her again, caressing her. She smiles weakly as she swims out of reach. But her therapist follows her, refusing to be denied.

Rebecca’s mind is in turmoil. Doesn’t this woman understand? She really shouldn’t be in the water with me. It’s like something else is trying to possess her, trying to take over.

The therapist gives her another light kiss on the lips. Rebecca tries to resist. But it’s much harder now. The kiss is soft and seductive, and she can feel that urge swelling within her. All she knows is that she must try to resist.

But her willpower is nearly gone…

They swim around each other again and again, looking at each other while taking each other in. Once more her therapist moves in to kiss her. She tries one last time to avoid it, turning her head so that the kiss glances off her cheek. Then she reaches out and gently pushes the woman away.

It’s so strong now; she’s barely in control. Somehow she must put an end to this; her therapist just doesn’t understand. But she’s no longer sure she can hold back.

It may have already gone too far…

They surface together but the therapist is confused. She wants Rebeca, and the signs indicate Rebecca wants her. This is totally unprofessional but she cannot help herself.

The young woman’s actions are contrary, even mysterious. She must understand why if she is to help her. She must understand why if she is going to be able to successfully seduce her.

“Rebecca? Don’t you like me, honey?”

“I like you very much.”

“Then why do you resist me? Is something wrong?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help me, Rebecca. Help me understand.”

Rebecca feels it now. The urge is upon her, burning intensely. It is too hard to resist. She finally lets go and gives in to it.

She gives the therapist a beguiling smile, telling herself this time it will be ok. This time it will be different. After all, the therapist is here to help her.

“It’s ok now. I’m fine. It’ll be better under the water; you’ll see. Come. Let me show you.”

“Yes, Rebecca. Show me.”

The therapist feels excitement…. desire. Maybe now her patient will give in to her advances and reveal to her this mysterious problem. Perhaps it was nothing more than simple hesitation about being passionate underwater. But she can help Rebecca with that.

At any rate she believes she will soon find out. Once Rebecca gives in to her she will taste the pleasures that are locked away within this enigmatic young woman. She will open the gentle flower and taste of its fragrant delights.

They submerge together, swimming around each other as their eyes take in each other’s alluring charms. Then they come together. She reaches out and caresses Rebecca, only this time the caress is returned. Her gentle kiss is also returned.

This is much better; it must be a major breakthrough. Perhaps now the young woman will give in to her. An afternoon of passionate lovemaking underwater with the delectable flower that is Rebecca will make for a pleasant diversion. And she will truly understand this problem her patient has.

She gives her another bubbly kiss, one that is again returned. Rebecca is responding to her much more warmly now. But now she must surface. She’s been holding her breath for a while, not paying attention to how long they’ve both been under. Her lungs are burning.

Her attempt to rise is halted; Rebecca holds her down by her shoulders. She looks at the one who would be her underwater lover in confusion. Then she shakes her head as bubbles slip out of her mouth…

Rebecca? I need air, honey.

Rebecca smiles at her and kisses her gently on the lips. For the moment her need for air is pushed aside as the therapist smiles and returns the kiss. But the urge to breathe quickly returns. This time it is much more insistent.

She tries to surface. But Rebecca holds her down. Does this amorous young woman now want to play??

Yes, yes, Rebecca. I will return. But I must breathe first. Let me up!

She tries once more to rise to the surface. But Rebecca is insistent, keeping her submerged. The therapist burbles in alarm, her eyes opening in astonishment as Rebecca keeps her down.

Their roles strangely reverse, only now it is not so arousing. Rebecca tries to kiss her fiercely. And this time it is the therapist who resists. She doesn’t want to kiss right now… she wants to breathe…

Rebecca?? Let me go, honey; I need to go up for another breath!

The therapist struggles and breaks free, shooting up until her head comes up out of the water. She coughs and sputters in alarm as Rebecca follows her up. She is totally astonished at this dramatic turn of events.

The young woman is at her side, pulling on her arm as they tread water in the middle of the deep end.

“Why did you leave?” Rebecca asks, acting almost as though she’s hurt. Her voice is tinged with anger.

“I needed air, Rebecca. Damn, you can hold your breath a really long time!”

“I thought you wanted to be underwater with me.”

“I do, Rebecca. But I need to breathe. Damn, girl! I can hold my breath a long time, honey…  but not that long.”

The therapist feel an insistent tug on her arm. “It’s ok now,” Rebecca reassures her. “Come back down with me. It’s better under the water.”

Now the therapist is confused… and a little concerned. “Rebecca? I don’t understand. What’s gotten into you?”

“Come down with me. It’s better under the water. I’ll make you understand.”

Something does not feel right. She feels alarm bells going off inside her. But she wants to help her patient… needs to understand.

“Ok, Rebecca. Just make sure you let me up when I need to breathe, ok?”

For Rebecca the urge is incredibly strong now, virtually overpowering. What has been awakened within her must now be satisfied. The woman must come underwater with her!

They fill their lungs and submerge together. In an instant she feels much better. This is the way it should be.

She is strongly attracted to her therapist… and her therapist is strongly attracted to her. She knows that for a fact. And now she will have her.

They touch each other… caress each other. There’s a gentle brush of the lips against each other. They smile at each other and Rebecca is reassured…

Yes. This is right. This is the way it’s supposed to be. It’s going to be all right now.

They share another kiss… another caress. Rebecca feels the sensations swell within her, feels the tingles of excitement. This is the way it should be. This is the way it will be. Soon this woman will understand.

The therapist feels it in her lungs again. Once more she needs to go up for another breath. So she starts to head for the surface. And once more Rebecca holds her down…

No. Stay here with me. It is better down here. Here, let me show you.

She leans forward and kisses her therapist. Her kiss is hesitantly returned. The therapist feels a mixture of arousal combined with growing fear…

Yes, Rebecca. I want more; much more. But first you must let me up, honey. I need to breathe again.

She tries to surface and is denied once more as she is pulled back down. Rebecca simply won’t let her surface. The therapist begins to struggle a little…

Honey? What are you doing? I need air again? Let me go, baby.

She tries to be gentle, tries to break away without spooking the young woman. But Rebecca won’t let her go. And now those gentle heaves in her lungs are becoming more insistent…

Rebecca? …honey? You’ve got to let me go up!

She tries to pull away. But Rebecca pulls her close and kisses her again. This time she is the one who resists, shaking her head in growing alarm as she spews bubbles…

Rebecca, what’s gotten into you?? Can’t you see I’m almost out of air? Let me go, honey!

She struggles harder, trying to pry herself out of the young woman’s grasp. But Rebecca refuses to let her go. The therapist loses another burst of air, astonished the young woman will not release her…

Rebecca? What the hell are you doing?? Let me go; don’t drown me?!

She struggles more violently, shaking her head as she tries to break free. But Rebecca increases her hold, gripping her arms even tighter. The young woman seems insistent at keeping her submerged.

Rebecca tries to keep her under, tries to convey to her just how important it is to stay down with her… Don’t go. Stay down here with me. It’s better down here. You’ll see. But strangely she is being resisted, just like all the other times.

The therapist spews bubbles as she cries out underwater in growing panic… “LET ME GO! REBECCA, LET ME GO!” But her patient refuses to release her. Strange how incredibly strong Rebecca has become now.

The woman wants to go up; Rebecca can see how she wants to go up just like all the others. But she has to make her stay down, has to explain to her… Stay here with me. It’s better down here. Can’t you see? Then she moves in to kiss her again, trying to convince her how much she likes her and wants her to stay.

Her therapist tries to resist, shaking her head as though avoiding those lips… NO REBECCA! NO MORE KISSING! LET ME UP, DAMN YOU! She struggles mightily, unable to comprehend why this crazy woman will not let her up.

She is terrified, her mind whirling with confusing thoughts. She cannot understand how this young woman went from being so shy and demure to being so amorous… and now so deadly. It simply does not make any sense!

She screams most of her breath away as she tries to pull away… LET ME GO – LET ME GO! But Rebecca holds on with grim determination, her eyes blazing now…

Stay down here with me. It’s better down here, don’t you see?

The therapist screams in terror, her stomach heaving as her lungs burn from a terrible fire. Air spews out of her mouth as she shakes her head in panic… REBECCA, LET GO!! But Rebecca will not let her go…

Stay with me. It’s better now, don’t you see? Here, let me kiss you.

“NOOOO!”

The therapist releases a bubbly scream as Rebecca moves in and gently kisses her cheek. Her lungs are on fire; she needs to surface right now. But Rebecca won’t let her.

There’s another burst of air; she’s lost most of what was in her lungs. Panicked, she covers her mouth in a frantic effort not to inhale. Her patient sees her panic and tries to reassure her…

No. It’s ok. Here, let me kiss you again and make it all better. You’ll see.

Rebecca grabs her arms and pulls them away from her mouth. Then she moves in and tenderly kisses the woman’s lips, oblivious to the panic in her therapist’s horrified expression…

NOOOOOO! LET ME UP, DAMN YOU! I DON’T WANT TO DROWN!

She’s dizzy from lack of air, her struggles weakening. She senses if she does not free herself from the murderous woman’s grasp in the next few moments she will never reach the surface. She has no idea how long she’s been under, how long she’s been forced to hold her breath.

With one last effort she tries to break away. The effort fails. At that moment she realizes she is doomed and it fills her with overwhelming terror.

OHMYGAWD; I’M GOING TO DROWN!

She cries out. Then she loses a massive burst of air. Rebecca steadfastly holds on as her therapist starts to spasm and convulse, losing bursts of air with each heave of her chest.

The shocked woman shakes her head in utter disbelief as her body goes into seizures, each painful spasm forcing another burst of air out of her lungs. She almost doubles over. The pain of inhaling water is incredible.

She opens and closes her mouth in a vain attempt to breathe. But there is only more water to be had. She convulses again, spewing a small burst of bubbles from her chest. Then her lungs are full of water. There is virtually no more air left in her body.

She shudders and twitches, her eyes wide in disbelief. Solitary bubbles flee past her parted lips. Then she sighs, a death rattle emanating from somewhere deep in her throat. At last she is still.

Rebecca sees that her therapist is going to stay underwater with her. It fills her with great joy and satisfaction. She plants loving kisses all over the woman’s lips, her cheeks, and her forehead. She even touches her shoulders and caresses her face, wiping the hair out of her eyes…

See? See how much better it is down here with me? But the woman doesn’t respond. There is no movement, no sign of life.

Rebecca kisses her lips once more. But there is no response. She caresses her face but there is no responding gesture on the part of the therapist. She lovingly brushes a hand through the woman’s hair, but again there is no response. Then she stares as though shocked…

No. It’s happened again…

Not again??

She stares in shock and horror. She can’t believe it has happened again.

It’s always like this. They always leave her. It’s supposed to be better under the water. But it always ends up just like all the others.

Rebecca turns and swims away, slowly rising out of the pool and filling her lungs from the mammoth breath-hold she has suffered through. She is filled with a great emptiness. Another one has come and gone. And she really liked this one!

She climbs out of the pool, turns and looks back at the woman floating face down. The urge is gone. Now only sadness remains.

“I told you you wouldn’t understand,” she says softly to the body in the pool. There is pain in her voice. Then Rebecca turns, gathers her clothes and walks away, wondering if she will ever be fully satisfied by another woman under the water with her…

© 2008; 2016 (written Dec 18 ’08; ed. Sep 5 ‘16 by riwa)

(Inspired by the MMP video clip series. Picture added for illustration purposes only.)

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The Acquabox Incident 4.3 (22)

The Acquabox Incident

By Carolyn and Riwa

The Acquabox Incident

Carolyn looked up from the knock at the door. “Enter?” Her young assistant Derek came into the room.

“They’re here, Miss Fields. They’re ready to begin work.”

“Did you show them where it’s supposed to be displayed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Derek. That will be all.”

“Yes, Miss Fields.” He stepped back through the door and quietly closed it.

Carolyn Fields sat back in her office chair. It was finally here. The museum was getting a new display. If it worked as she anticipated it promised to be the talk of the city.

She tried to go back to her paperwork. But the excitement of the new exhibit was just too much for her. She stood up at her desk and brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt. Then she headed for the door.

She went round the curve and down the hall to the circular steps leading up the next two floors. Already she could hear what sounded like some sort of machinery in use. She took the steps calmly, going up to the next floor and heading toward the back of the building until she saw several workmen in denim coveralls bringing in material from the freight elevator.

The sound of the machinery came from the floor above. She looked up to see a circular hole being cut into the ceiling. Apparently that would be where the individual would enter the display.

She watched for several minutes. But it was too early to see anything interesting. The workers paid her no mind. They had a job to do, a job they could be fired from were they to allow themselves to be distracted.

She went back down to the floor below. Derek was signing some paperwork on another workman’s clipboard. She walked up to him and waited patiently.

“Yes, Miss Fields?” he asked when he turned to see she was there.

“I assume we won’t have unauthorized visitors wandering around this section of the museum?”

“Everything’s been sealed off, Miss Fields. There shouldn’t be anyone around here unless they’re working on the exhibit.”

“Very good, Derek. I’ll be in my office.”

“Yes, Miss Fields.” She turned and left without a word as Derek watched her go.

Carolyn went back to her office and thought about the new acquabox.  She still hadn’t decided if she was going to charge admission for whomever wanted to try it, or just hire a few men and women to take turns in it and use them as part of the display.  She went back to her work, but before long six o’clock had rolled around.  The museum closed at five and she always stayed an extra hour just to make sure that there were no closing issues.

She got up and locked her office door behind her. On the way out she stopped and went to look at the acquabox.  It was in place but she could tell at a glance that the workmen hadn’t finished with the final seals and other hookups, not the least of which was the hose and mask.

It looked gloomy too since it was supposed to be fully exposed on all sides to sunlight as part of its allure. But the shades had already been lowered for the night. Still, she knew that the workmen told her that it would be a two day job and it looked like they were on schedule. Satisfied, she readjusted her Prada purse over her shoulder and walked out, locking the museum door behind her. Then she went into her new Mercedes and headed home towards her condo.

Carolyn was, if nothing else, a creature of habit. She always left her house at the same time, left the museum at the same time, and usually did the same things at home. As usual, the first thing she did at home was go into her spacious master bathroom and change out of her work clothes. They went into the dry cleaning bin and then she put on her new bathrobe.

Before tying it up she took a long look at herself in the full size bathroom mirror. Not bad, she thought, admiring her reflection. The shoulder length black hair complimented her fair skin. She stood at a petite 5’2″ and had the natural breasts that came with it. If she was ever asked though, she would have told others that she thought that her best feature was her legs. They were shapely and perfect for her frame. All and all she thought, correctly, that she was a nice thing to look at.

Before bed, also part of her routine, was for her to stretch out on the living room sofa with a small plate of ice cream and be proud of herself. Carolyn was quite sure that there wasn’t a single person at the museum that lived as well as she did. New house, new furniture, a designer wardrobe, and all going to work in a Mercedes on less than a six figure salary.

Then again, nobody but Carolyn had been able to so thoroughly stick it to someone like she had. Looking back, she never thought that she would have been able to do such a thing. But with not all that much going for her, less than two years ago she needed to do something.

It would have been nice to have a wealthy husband, but Carolyn never did get one. Although she would never admit it to herself, she was just to self-absorbed with herself to attract any man. So one night she decided to go onto Ashley Madison, the website for people who wanted to have an affair.

She had started stalking the men there, looking for a wealthy one. It had taken some time but she had eventually found one, a wealthy one with a wife and family. Two dates and 50 pictures later, all taken with hidden webcams in the cheap hotel where she and Richard, her lover, met, she nailed him with her blackmail.

It had gone perfectly and the money that went into her off-shore bank account every month paid for her large house filled with designer clothes and a luxury car. Her last thought of the evening was how, with a little more time, she’d begin to start a stock portfolio.

After a good night’s sleep Carolyn went to work the next day. The tank was just as it had been the night before. But all throughout the day she could hear it being completed.

When her assistant brought her the completion papers she gave it a final look and signed off on the project. It was quite different. The glass was clean and the water inside was clear. The mask inside had bubbles coming out so as to test the pipes. She opened and closed the shades to make sure they worked. It actually looked pretty cool and she congratulated herself for green lighting the project.

That night, alone in the museum, she made it halfway to the door to close up when she decided to give the tank a try for herself. The blinds were down since it was after hours and the area dark. But with a flip of a switch the room came alit, but she kept the shades down.

She circled it, then went upstairs that had been put in place and went through a second hole that had been drilled so that people could go up and then enter it. She stripped naked, revealing her modest figure, and sat on the edge. With her feet dangling in the water she quickly read the instructions on how to turn on her air and fit the mask. Doing as it said, Carolyn set herself up and lowered herself into the tank.

The water felt cool against her skin. She didn’t worry about being seen since the museum was closed and the shades were down. She half expected to start drowning and got ready to shoot out of the tank because of some installation mistake. But everything worked just fine.

Carolyn extended her arms and just let herself float, naked and alone.  She had taken off her Rolex, another expensive item nobody else there had. She didn’t know how much time was elapsing but it was so soothing and calming just floating there that she lost track of time. What brought her back in the end was the prune feeling that she got from her fingertips.

Without any trouble, Carolyn got out of the tank and realized that she had to put on her clothes while she was still soaking wet. My mistake, she thought. There was a simple remedy though.

Getting dressed, not caring about how soaked her clothes were getting, she’d just bring in a few towels from home and keep it in her office closet.  Carolyn had the museum to herself so there was nobody to notice that she was unkempt and her clothes were soaked as she got into her car and drove home.

Back in her huge place, Carolyn admired her figure, as usual.  Then she had her time on the couch, as usual.  Just before falling asleep she decided to add some time in the tank to her daily routine.

The next day at work Carolyn had Derek set up some interviews. She needed to know who could perform in the tank and who could not. She had not had any problems herself the night before. But she was certainly aware of a feeling of claustrophobia. Some folks might not be able to handle that.

The afternoon was spent discussing ways the individual could be displayed inside the tank. At first Carolyn considered some sort of apparel. But as the afternoon wore on and the interviews continued she wondered if perhaps it might not be a bad idea to consider nudity as a part of the display.

The workday ended and everyone went home. Carolyn made sure the doors were locked before she headed back to the tank. Imagining some of the males and females drifting nude in the tank had gotten her a little hot and bothered.

She checked the equipment to make sure it was working before stripping out of her attire. She fitted the mask over her face and then slipped into the water. It felt wonderful.

She used the small belt around her waist for neutral buoyancy. By exhaling she found herself gently descending toward the bottom of the tank. Filling her lungs made her drift up a little. Carolyn learned to regulate her ability to drift up and down in the water.

She reached back to hold her ankles, arching her back. She released a little air until she was drifting in position. With a little more of a release she found herself descending toward the bottom.

As she experimented in the tank with different positions she began making mental calculations as to how to instruct those who would be using it. She could engage them in performance art as they bent, twisted and curled into positions. Perhaps later she might be able to pay a male and female enough money to copulate in the tank together to a high paying audience.

She became aware of a sound coming from somewhere above her. She looked up in horror to see the metal cover closing. She rushed up in a panic, wondering how it could possibly close all by itself. But it was too late.

She reached the cover and started banging against it. Then she tried pushing upward. But it was hopeless. She had no leverage.

A half minute later she became aware of a figure looking in on her from outside the tank. She recognized him immediately. “How the hell did you get in in here?” she said into the regulator. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

He gave no indication whether he understood her words or not. He simply smiled at her. “How nice of you to set up your demise for me, Carolyn.”

“Richard, you open this back up this instant!”

“I’m afraid I’m tired of paying your blackmail, honey. You’re bleeding me dry. I happened to be over here the other day when I saw them setting this up. And I managed to catch your little performance in the tank last night. Leave it to you to be a creature of habit.”

“Damn you, Richard!” Now she was truly frightened. Had she overplayed her hand?

Richard looked at his watch. “Got to be going now,” he told her. “Don’t mind me. You just go on enjoying yourself. I’ll be back later to tidy things up.” Then he turned around and left.

Carolyn pounded on the glass, trying to get him to return. But he disappeared out of sight. Damn him!

She panted heavily for breath, looking all around. What was he going to do? He wouldn’t really kill her, would he? He wasn’t that kind of a man was he? A moment later the lights all around her went out. At the same time she felt the hose feeding her air die off.

Panic set in from all directions as she began to feel lightheaded. Then, still semi-conscious, she saw the lights go on all around her and started to draw deeper and deeper breathes as the air supply went back to normal. Her head clearing, she turned in the tank until she saw her assistant Derek enter the room. He looked at her and she turned to face him as she pulled the regulator out of her mouth.

“Help me!!” she screamed at him. Her words were muffled by the water but the sound was there. That, and her banging on the glass, should have easily conveyed her message. Couldn’t he see her predicament?

Derek approached, looked at her in the tank and taking it in. He thought about how you’d never be able to get himself into the tank but everyone has their own tastes. He left the shades down but the lights totally illuminated the room.

What the hell is he doing? That thought went around her head over and over as she kept alternating between taking breathes and yelling out at him, never stopping her banging against the Plexiglas walls of the tanks.  Then Derek left and came back with some sort of contraption, but she couldn’t tell what. After a few moments she saw that he was setting up a tri-pod and mounting a camera onto it. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was in on the plot.

“Your friend changed his mind and decided that he wanted to keep a token to remember you by. Who do you think let him in through the back door anyway?”

Carolyn’s eyes widened, understanding his words through the glass but still unable to believe in his betrayal.  She kept banging on the glass but he just went about his business. “Your friend told me about that little stunt that you pulled and gave me a month’s worth of your blackmail to help set this up. Frankly, I’m just going to take it this one time instead of milking him like you’ve been doing.”

Her eyes widened and she decided to go back to pushing against the hatch and the glass. But her efforts were useless. Damn those workmen for doing such a good job!

She watched as Derek stood behind the camera, making sure that the angle for the shot was perfect. Then he started out. Carolyn was in a total panic when he doubled back. Resetting the recording to the beginning he paused it and looked at her. “You know, how often does someone get a chance to watch something like this?”

“Please help me!!!” Carolyn screamed. But she only heard her own cries echo within the tank.

“You know, I’m just going to watch and wait myself. You’re fine for now but the air in that tank won’t last forever.” Then he turned on the camera and hit the record button. Without a word he walked away and sat down against the far wall and watched Carolyn struggle.

It was an interesting thing to watch, he thought.

From the inside Carolyn watched as Derek took his place. She turned in every direction, trying to free herself.  She was breathing heavily, but easily, as she twisted and turned and kicked. Every once in a while she’d move to far, to fast, and the regulator would pop out of her mouth. She was quick to replace it every time but realized that time was running out.

Still fighting to escape, Carolyn thought that her last breath of air wasn’t quite enough. She pulled again and got enough air…but had to really work on it. She realized that the tank was emptying, the air inside losing pressure.

“Please help me Derek!!” she cried out one last time. But with widening eyes she saw that he was still sitting where he was.

Carolyn kept fighting but with her next breath she came up short and didn’t get enough air. She did it again and panic consumed her when she realized that she didn’t get any air at all! Her eyes growing wide, one hand instinctively came up to her throat as if she was choking while the other kept pushing against anything it could find.

Derek just stayed where he was, watching Carolyn as she became more desperate. It was obvious to him that the tank had run dry and she was desperate. He was a bit too far away to see her cheeks expand as she tried to keep her air inside her body.

Still fighting, Carolyn felt the pain in her chest as her lungs demanded air. Her hair was swishing all around her, occasionally blocking her view. But for a moment it cleared long enough for her to see Dereck.

He had his hand down his pants and was enjoying himself and her struggles. A moment later her lungs gave up and she saw all her air leave her body with a huge whoosh, bubbles going into her face and disappearing. Her last desperate cry went with it.

Derek kept rubbing himself as Carolyn’s struggles began to fade. He got up and moved closer, careful not to get in front of the camera, and watched.

Carolyn kept trying to bang against the walls and cover. But her movements were slowing down, her body obviously getting weaker. He sensed the end coming and watched as she grew still. With only Derek for company, Carolyn felt things grey out until a last touch of the water on her body was all that she could sense and then everything went black.

Derek stayed where he was, knowing what was happening. He watched as Carolyn floated prone and lifeless, her hair softly moving in the current that her struggles had created. He knew that her heart was still beating and just stood there, watching, for about five minutes until he was sure that her heart had finally stopped.

Careful not to be seen, he clicked off the record button of the camera and then approached his former boss. Her eyes had rolled back and her mouth was open…still showing a look of total surprise. With a last look at her he got up and left the museum. He had been told that cleaning up the mess would be done by somebody else. Once home, he went through the whole struggle in his mind while he kept his hand on himself until he finished.

Her staff wondered why she didn’t come into work the next day, and the next. Carolyn was never seen again.

© 2016 (Written by Carolyn and Riwa Jun 26 ‘16)

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The Hanging Joke 4.3 (7)

Author’s note: I got this idea shortly after I learned Suicide Squad was coming out. It has been simmering in the back of my head for some time until recently. I am not fully familiar with these characters so I wrote based on what inspired me. Enjoy my take on these two.

Harley Quinn gunned the motor as she rushed down one of Gotham’s backstreets. She had to hurry or she wasn’t going to get there in time. She just knew he was in trouble again.

She drove down a dead end and pulled a gun just in time to see the caped crusader holding her main squeeze up in the air by the throat. She fired twice, catching The Batman by surprise as she hit him with both shots. He dropped his prey and fell to the ground.

“Over here, Mr. J!” she called out. “Hurry!”

“See you later, Batsy,” the man in the purple suit laughed as he rushed over. He climbed onto the back of her bike as the man in the cowl began to rise.

“Shit; he’s bullet proof!” Harley cried out.

“Drive, you silly fool!” And with that Harley gunned the engine and sped off out of the dead end.

They hit the street as approaching sirens warned them of more trouble. “What did you do now, Mr. J?” Harley called out over her shoulder.

“Can’t they take a joke?” he retorted, sounding perturbed.

“They don’t have your sense of humor – augh!” She had to swerve to the right as a police car attempted to cut them off.

They went down an alley as a patrol car came charging hard behind them. “This reminds me,” the Joker laughed.

“Of what, Mr. J?”

“I’ve got to get me down to Disneyland! The rides are simply to die for! Ooohoohoohoo!” Harley grimaced, hoping they both didn’t crash and burn on THIS particular ride.

A couple of alleys, a busy cross street, and screaming through a busy intersection ditched their pursuers for the moment. Harley drove them into the darkened Gotham city park. But it wasn’t a very safe place to be even for the two of them. Hell, the damned place was dangerous in the daylight.

“I think we lost them,” she panted heavily as she stopped the bike to catch her breath.

“Mind if I drive?” And with that her passenger pushed her off. A moment later he roared through a set of bushes and disappeared into the night, laughing hysterically while leaving her alone and panting heavily.

She stared in astonishment he’d left his rescuer just like that. Then she sighed heavily. “He just doesn’t get me,” she said tiredly, the disappointment evident as she shook her head. “What do I have to do to prove to him I love him??”

She heard a rustling in the bushes. A moment later two ominous looking men came out, their eyes blazing with menace. “Well look what we’ve got here?” one of them snarled excitedly.

“Boys, I’m simply not in the mood to play tonight.” Then she lashed out at them.

Seconds later they were writhing on the ground, bleeding out with their throats slashed as Harley calmly walked away. She had other things in mind and couldn’t be bothered with their games. She had to do something once and for all to prove to Mr. J just how much she loved him.

Two days later at the Gotham civic center a crowd had gathered to witness the annual talent show. But inside they were having technical issues to deal with. An assistant rushed up to the pageant director, gasping for breath.

“Nora? We have a problem.”

“What is it now, Shea? The lights or the backdrop? No wait; don’t tell me. The refreshment stand broke down, the ice machine is down, and all our cold drinks are going to end up warm.”

“It’s worse than that, Nora.”

“What could possibly be worse than that??”

“Five of our girls didn’t show up! And they weren’t at rehearsal either!”

“Great; just great! What else can go wrong??” She sighed heavily and then shook her head, wondering if it was too late to resign…

The door creaked open and a lone figure stepped inside from the back of the closed down theater. It had been abandoned for years, although the city was in incessant talks with possible financiers about fixing it up. But for now it remained run-down and unused.

“What’s this all about?” he called out, carefully looking all around. “Bats, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble just to put on your costume for me and put on a show. Aahheeeheeheee.”

“It’s not The Batman, Mr. J!” a female voice called out from somewhere down on the stage. “It’s me!”

“Harley?? I thought I left you in the bushes with the other rabbits! What are you doing in here? I didn’t know you were a patron of the arts!”

“I love you, Mr. J! So I’ve got a special present for you!”

“Special? For me? You’re such a dear!”

There was a mechanical sound followed by the sudden appearance of five spotlights on the stage. They illuminated what appeared to be five circular curtains. The Joker clapped his hands together with glee.

“For me? The curtains are going up?”

“No, Mr. J. They’re coming down.” And with that the five curtains dropped to the floor, revealing five naked females standing with their arms tied behind their backs. They were all wearing high heels and had nooses secured tightly around their necks. All of them had tape covering their mouths and appeared to be frightened out of their wits.

“For your viewing pleasure, Mr. J. Allow me to present to you my own talent show. And now… direct from her porn debut in the critically acclaimed video “I want to die for you”… here’s Miss Lannie Barbie!”

A weight bag suddenly plummeted from somewhere up above. It hit the ground with a whoomp, taking the terrified woman on the end of the row twelve feet up into the air. Instantly she began kicking and twisting, her muffled grunts of horror reaching all the way back to where he was standing. The others standing next to her began to grunt and cry out anxiously.

“Woohoohoo!” he cried out with delight. “Now that’s my kind of talent show!” And with that he began prancing down the aisle toward the stage.

“Next to join her,” Harley’s excited voice proclaimed, “…the redhead you’ve always wanted to snuff since high school… Miss Rebecca can’t-you-just-shoot-me-instead Lane!”

Another weight bag came plummeting down, jerking the well-endowed redhead up into the air right next to Lannie who chose that moment to throw a heel. Rebecca began to kick and twist as well, her naked body gyrating as the noose strangled her to death. In her terror she ended up bumping into the dangling woman right next to her, sending the two of them twisting and swaying wildly.

“Woohoo!” the Joker called out with delight. “That’ll make a man rub his rhubarb!” And with that he unzipped his fly, took his cock out and started stroking it, dancing in the aisle as he drew closer.

“Our next contestant wants everyone to know that even blondes have more fun hanging! Here’s Miss Tasha Reign!”

The eyes of the third bosomy girl in line flew open in horror before she let out a muffled cry as she was abruptly jerked up into the air. She immediately joined her strangling companions as her weight bag hit the stage with a thump behind her. She began to kick her legs as she twisted in the noose, losing both heels while bumping into the one right next to her. Down on the stage floor the other two girls awaiting their turns stared at the fallen heels and then started to scream into the tape covering their mouths as they watched their companions being taken up one by one into the air to their deaths.

“Wonderful; just wonderful!” the Joker gasped as he danced and pranced, drawing every closer to the stage. By now he was eagerly jerking his meat as he watched lewdly.

“Next comes our super attractive ebony contestant! Let’s give it up for Miss Nya I-sure-wish-I-was-back-in-the-ghetto-right-about-now Bella!”

Another weight bag came plummeting down as the poor girl with the voluptuous body and heaving tits was jerked up into the air. She exploded in agony as her legs flew everywhere. She bumped into Tasha, triggering a chain reaction of girls bumping into each other as they hanged together. But by now the first one was starting to become less animated.

“And finally we have the lovely Miss Nina don’t-leave-me-here-by-myself-because-I-want-to-fly-with-my-friends Merce!” The poor girl let out a muffled cry as the weight bag came whooshing down behind her. It jerked her upward, cutting off her muffled shrieks until she was dancing with the others. One of her heels went flying, soaring into the empty seats of the theater.

All five kicked and twisted as they swung back and forth. But on the far end Lannie’s struggles were just about over. She spasmed hard and then calmed right down.

Next to her Rebecca’s legs flew outward. But she was also starting to lose steam. Meanwhile the remaining trio put on a lively little dancing show as they kicked and struggled together, bumping into each other as they twisted and swung.

The Joker eagerly climbed onto the stage, furiously stroking his cock the whole time as he watched the ladies twist and dangle in the air above him. Lannie was hanging quietly; Rebecca was twitching spasmodically; Tasha was slowing down. The last two were still fighting their nooses hard in a delightful, dying duet.

Lannie’s bladder finally gave way. The Joker watched excitedly as urine trickled down her legs to splatter the floor below. A half minute later Rebecca was next to piss herself as her body twitched in its death spasms.

The Joker insanely jerked his meat until cum spurted out of his cock. That’s when Harley came out from behind the curtain near the edge of the stage. Her top barely contained her breasts as her hair was tied up in pigtails on either side of her head.

She walked over and joined her man, running an arm through his as they looked up appreciatively at the two remaining girls still kicking. That’s when the ebony Nya tired from exhaustion, her body slowing down until she was twitching and swaying. “Now that’s what I call a jig!” the Joker gasped, breaking out in delirious laughter.

Harley grinned at him, proud of the way she was winning him over. Hell, anyone who could save him from The Batman and then make him spurt his load like this in front of five dying, sexy bitches had to have a big place in his heart, right?

By now the blonde Tasha was barely struggling at all, her body swaying gently. Nya was spasming, her toes flickering as drool fell out of her gaping mouth to splatter onto her boobs. Her knees tried to jerk upward up as though she could somehow jerk herself out of her noose. But she didn’t have the strength to lift them up very far.

The last one was also tiring, her legs fluttering as her big breasts heaved. Harley had made it a point to pick girls whose boobs would bounce divinely for her man. And they most certainly had.

Tasha’s bladder suddenly gave way, piss splattering the floor beneath her not far from her discarded heels. The murderous duo were standing too close to avoid getting a few droplets on themselves. The Joker just laughed with sadistic glee while declaring, “Now that’s what I call art! If they would have done this in art class I would have never missed school! Ohhohohoho!”

Nya’s bladder soon gave way as she went quiet, her naked body solemnly swaying next to the others who were now quietly twisting as they swung back and forth. Nina was not far behind, the neck of the attractive woman stretching noticeably. Her bladder finally gave way until there were five wet puddles of urine growing beneath five hanged bodies.

The five naked girls originally scheduled for the talent show quietly swayed back and forth. Five ropes creaked along with the continuous dripping sound in the empty, cavernous theater as urine splattered the floor below each one, quietly dripping off legs and toes. The Joker gasped with delight as he looked up admirably.

“My present to you,” Harley motioned grandly. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love you Mr. J,” she said affectionately as she kissed him deeply. But that was the last thing she remembered as a blow to the back of her head put her lights out.

When she awakened she discovered she had a splitting headache. But that wasn’t the worst of her troubles. Harley discovered she was now sitting on the stage, buck naked with her arms tied behind her back and a noose around her neck.

She looked up to see the five naked bodies still there. They were all gently swinging back and forth, ropes creaking. In addition to swaying, Nya and Rebecca were also twisting in place as a result of their exertions. Harley looked up to see a sixth rope – her rope – going all the way up into the ceiling. It looked like there was another weight bag waiting to come down on top of her.

She turned around and saw the Joker standing over by the panel she’d used to trigger all those weight bags. “Mr. J?” she gasped anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest. “What are you doing?”

“Why I’m hanging you, of course. Your present was so special I just couldn’t stop with five!” He was already stroking his hardening cock again.

“But…but I love you!! Is this a joke??”

“Oh, the very best kind, my dear! The jokes on you! Aheeheeheehee!” Then he reached over and pulled the lever.

Harley let out a scream that was abruptly cut off as her body was jerked up into the air while her weight bag hit the stage with a loud thump. Then she was side by side with the others, her legs kicking wildly as she swung back and forth, bumping into Nina’s naked body in the process. She couldn’t breathe, the noose had all but choked off her air.

Down on the stage the Joker was savagely jerking his meat again as he watched her. “Oohhoohoohoo! Now THAT’s entertainment! You’ve convinced me, girl! Now I’m a full-fledged homicidal patron of the arts! Ahhahahahaha!”

Harley started seeing stars as she fought like hell against her noose. But her face was turning read as she kicked and struggled. Her naked body twisted this way and that until she saw the dangling bodies of the girls she’d just sent to hell. Now they were simply going to arrive there a few minutes ahead of her.

She couldn’t breathe, her boobs bouncing as her chest heaved. Down below the Joker was cackling as he jerked his meat. As she found herself slipping away she decided maybe it wasn’t so bad going out this way, not if Mr. J was getting off to her death. Maybe he would remember her naked body hanging side by side with the others with some degree of fondness…

© 2016 (written Aug 19 ’16 by Riwa)

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An ill-advised venture 0 (0)

An ill-advised venture

By Carolyn and Riwa

 

It all started innocently enough. Clarissa was working as a secretary in a building where a lot of money flowed in and out. And she was not being paid enough.

Often there were piles of it seemingly lying around. She dutifully filed the paperwork that came her way, keeping track of records and other sundry files. It wasn’t long until she established the place she was working for wasn’t very honest. And still she wasn’t making much money.

One day she was alone in a room filing papers when a box of cash had been brought in and opened. She was left all alone and had looked longingly at the contents. She had needs for the day, purchases without the corresponding cash to make them.

The temptation became too great and she took a small wad of bills. It wasn’t much; with the amount that flowed in she doubted it would even be missed. Then she went back to work.

The amount she helped herself to was enough to cover expenses, leaving a bit left over. She felt better being able to keep out of debt without having to wait for a stingy boss to up her salary. But perhaps it was best not to take anymore.

A few weeks went by and no one seemed to comment on the shortage. Perhaps it had been attributed to an accounting error. She breathed a sigh of relief… until life thrust upon her another needed expenditure.

She struggled to make ends meet but she was getting behind again. Then another opportunity presented itself – another box of cash. She’d gotten away with it once before; perhaps she could do it again.

She took a small amount, just enough to cover her immediate debts. Then she waited, doing her duties while wondering if she’d been caught. But again there was no reaction to any missing funds. Her little venture appeared to have gone unnoticed.

She vowed never to do it again. But she liked dating men. That meant dressing up and going out to dine and wearing nicer things. And she didn’t have enough money for that kind of lifestyle. So she decided if another opportunity presented itself she would act upon it.

Clarissa woke up for work the next day but when she came out of the shower she paused.  There was a full length mirror in the bathroom and she took off her towel and used it to wipe the steam off of it.  Standing naked, she looked up and down at herself.

Her hair, which was jet black and tangled, would turn back to its normal light brown color and flow nicely to her shoulders once it dried off and she made it up.  She was 5’6″, but with 38C breasts that were a bit out of proportion for her frame… a bit on the large side.  She had always felt lucky to be that way.  Still looking at herself, she thought (and had been told in the past) that she had all the curves in the right places.  Smiling, she turned around and started to dry herself off.

When she was done she turned and went to her closet and frowned. She was proud of her appearance but that pride went away when she looked at her closet.  There were some nice outfits in there – work outfits.

The rest of her clothes, those for her personal and night life, left a lot to be desired.  They were acceptable, but not good enough.  Being just acceptable rubbed her the wrong way. She had to admit to herself it was a large part of why she had started doing the things that she had done.

Clarissa decided not to dress but just sat in the kitchen with her coffee in her bathrobe, mulling things over.  So much cash went through that place and yet nobody had noticed.  Still, she realized that it would be best to stop what she was doing, at least the way she had been.

She had not always been a secretary.  Before she worked there she had been a bookkeeper at a small accounting firm. She knew all about keeping books and paying bills.

Without anyone knowing, she set up a corporation of her own from her own kitchen that day.  It sold, according to the records she later established at work, offices supplies like ink toner, copy paper, and other such things.

Clarissa never again touched the extra cash in the office.  In fact she went out of her way to avoid it.  Still, almost every day, she bought some supplies that seemed innocent yet never arrived at work.  In the meantime, she upgraded her wardrobe courtesy of her credit cards.

She stopped being overly greedy and settled into an established daily routine that took a little bit at a time. However, she had not been as clever as she had thought that she had been.

She was several months into her scheme when she met Juan at a café where they had coffee together. They seemed to hit it off. She was attracted to his charm and his physique.

He invited her out the next day and the day after. He seemed interested, and she found herself becoming more and more attracted to him. But that meant dressing in such a way as to impress him. And that meant furthering her scheme a little more.

She bought more supplies and used the funds she’d generated to buy a few more nice dresses. She wore one the night he took her out for drinks and a movie at the local movie house. She knew the outfit had worked the moment he’d moved in for a kiss.

There were more dates, requiring her to make sure she was beautiful and attractive to him. She tried not to make purchases that would arouse suspicion. But it hadn’t occurred to her just how much money was necessary to maintain such a relationship.

Several weeks before she met Juan a mid-level person at her company noticed that things were off.  There was less money in the company than there should have been.

Clarissa would never have taken a cent, or even taken the job, if she knew what her employer really did.  They made money, and sometimes people, disappear.

Nothing was revealed on the security footage but someone went to the supply closet one day and saw that there was only a single box of toner.  That didn’t seem to match up with something that he had thought that he had seen at another time.  A quick check of the books showed a lot of ordering of office supplies and, with a quick google search, showed that they had been paying more than 5 times what any of it would have cost at Staples.  That was when Juan was sent into her life.

For a while, Clarissa and Juan were never really alone on their dates.  Sitting at a table close by was one of several different women who were watching her.  Although no man would have noticed, they picked up right away on how well dressed she was.  With each date her clothes, jewelry, and looks improved.  Still, nobody wanted to hurt her until they were sure.

Juan dated Clarissa, the women watched, and a third man stayed at the office and hacked into her bank account.  There was no way that there was anywhere near enough cash to pay for her new lifestyle, and she had long since paid off her credit card bills.  A final search revealed who had set up the company and a decision was reached.

Clarissa kept up her scheme as her relationship intensified with Juan.  He stopped taking her to movies and they went to high end restaurants instead.  Many times, after the meal, they walked hand in hand in silence.

One night he took her home and she asked him if he’d like to come in.  Juan accepted and, as she was getting them drinks, he came up from behind her.  She felt his arms wrap around her while one hand slipped down through the dress and between her legs while his lips kissed her neck.  That was the first time they made love.

It was not the last time that they did either.  All the while, Clarissa was kept under surveillance and her activities monitored. Juan was enjoying this assignment more than most.

She was over at his house early one morning.  She had spent the night and after breakfast they walked behind his house, hand in hand, as they had done many times before.  Then Juan took her from behind and held her close.

Clarissa leaned back into him and felt his lips on her neck.  She never saw his right hand, with a rock in his palm, swing around and hit her in her temple.

Clarissa didn’t feel any pain from the impact, but realized something was wrong when she felt her legs go out from under her.  After that it was just blackness.

Clarissa awakened with a splitting headache. She moaned softly, wincing at her throbbing temples. She went to rub her forehead only to discover another surprise…

Her hands were not available…

She shook the fog out of her eyes to take in her surroundings. She was sitting in the front seat of her car, her hands duct-taped to the steering wheel. The vehicle was sloped downward on a deserted boat ramp, the calm waters of a lake staring back at her.

She shook her head again, unable to comprehend what her eyes were seeing. She let out an anguished cry as she pulled against her hands strapped to the steering wheel. But they were secured tightly. She wasn’t getting free without assistance.

She looked to her right and saw nothing – no vehicles or individuals who might save her. She looked to her left and saw the same. The only difference was the driver’s side window had been rolled down, cracked open about half an inch.

She began to scream, jerking her hands against the steering wheel. Then she looked in the rearview mirror to see a familiar face. “JUAN! HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!” That’s when he came up to the driver’s side door.

Juan looked at her and cocked his head.

“For whatever it’s worth, you’re great in the bedroom….”  The he walked away and circled the car.

Clarissa pulled at the steering wheel to free her writs.  She might have been able to free herself if things had been looser. But the duct tape wrapped itself around the wheel and her wrists several times over.

Juan opened the passenger side door and sat down.  “You know, you might have gotten away with it if you hadn’t been so greedy.  You might have gotten away with it too if you had messed with other people. But clearly you don’t know who you were stealing from.”

He reached around and took something slender from the back.   She recognized that it was a laptop. “Juan..Juan..Please, don’t do this!”

Juan came over with an angry look that she had never seen before.  Before she say anything else he covered her mouth with duct tape. Clarissa cried out but only heard her own muffled cry.

She felt her own chest rising and falling painfully as she was forced to breathe through her nose.  All the while she saw Juan working on the laptop. He turned her by the chin and she saw that the laptop had full signal and he had brought up the home page for Wells Fargo, the bank that she had been using.

He ripped the tape off her mouth, yanking her hair in the process.  Clarissa cried out in pain while he held her chin firmly. “Now Clarissa, I believe you have something for me….first the account name…then the password.”

“Juan; please don’t do this to me!”

“Account name and password, Clarissa.”

“Get me out of here!”

“Now!” and he slapped her face hard. Clarissa gasped as her eyes flew open in horror, her face still stinging. And still she said nothing.

“Is this the way it is going to be? We have nothing further to discuss? Very well. Allow me to remove the parking brake and put your car in neutral. It’s too bad it must be this way, Clarissa.”

“No; WAIT!” she gasped anxiously as he reached for the gear shift. “2271 – password: dresses615now.” He looked at her curiously.

“Dresses… I wanted to buy dresses… 615 is the date I activated the account… June fifteenth.”

He nodded as he plugged the information into the computer. A moment later he began the transfer. “It appears we caught you before you could siphon off too much money through your phony corporation.”

“I’m sorry, Juan; I’m sorry. I’ll close the corporation account immediately!”

“It’s already been handled.” He calmly climbed out of the vehicle with the laptop in hand and closed the door.

She watched anxiously in the rear view mirror, her chest heaving as he walked all the way around to the driver’s side door. He opened it up and reached inside. She gasped as he popped the parking brake. Then he reached over to the gearshift.

“Juan; NO!” But he popped the lever into neutral. He jumped out of the way and slammed the door as the car began to roll downward toward the water.

Clarissa looked ahead of her and at the boat ramp.  It was long but the slope was obvious.

“JUAN, I’M SORRY!!” she cried out, all the while pulling against the steering wheel.  If only she could get one hand free, then untie the other and get out of the car.

Clarissa stared ahead, her eyes wide open in horror, as the water slowly drew closer.  From underneath her she could feel the planks of the dock bumping against the tires.

“PLEASE JUAN…I’M SORRY!  I’LL PAY YOU BACK, I PROMISE!!”

Juan just stood on the dock, watching Clarissa’s car go on its slow journey.  As it went he walked behind it at a slow clip.  He wanted to see her face but there wasn’t enough room on either side of the car to do it.  She could see her head flailing as she pulled furiously against the steering wheel, but there was no way that she’d ever get free.

Clarissa kept pulling and calling for Juan when she felt the front of her car hit the water.  It slowed, but didn’t stop and continued downwards.  It still managed to stay above the water, at least far enough so that nothing came into the car. Then the rear wheels went off of the dock and her car tilted forward.

Clarissa caught a look in the rear view mirror.  She saw her own horrified look, the bruise on her forehead, and Juan standing on the dock, looking at her with the laptop under his arm.

She kept calling for Juan, pleading for forgiveness. And then the car went down far enough to let water start to come in through the open window.

Walking closer, but keeping a discreet distance, Juan heard her cry out as the window went under the water line.  He thought about how it might be nice to have some night goggles. But he hadn’t brought any.  Oh well, he thought.

Inside the car, Clarissa kept pulling, somehow knowing how futile her efforts were, as she felt the cold water come in and rise up to her knees.

Forward momentum took her car further out as the weight of the engine angled the front of the vehicle downward. Water poured in through the crack in the window, making Clarissa cry out as it drenched her. It was already up to her waist, causing her to kick like crazy from the cold.

She could hear her precious air bubbling out of the vehicle as it settled lower in the water. The windshield and front seat windows were fully submerged. She kept screaming as water poured in on top of her.

Taking all that money had been a foolish thing to do; she knew that now. But there was no one to apologize to. It kept getting darker all around her; Juan was not swimming out to free her.

It climbed up to her chest, soaking her tits and causing her nipples to protrude through her blouse. She heard more bubbles as the car pitched forward. Then she felt it begin to take her to the bottom of the lake as it got dark and murky all around her.

Up at the surface Juan barely heard a muffled cry from the vehicle. He saw it angle downward amidst a flurry of bubbles. Then it picked up speed until the trunk submerged amidst a torrent of bubbles. A moment later the vehicle was out of sight, leaving nothing but a stream of bubbles bursting up from the flooding vehicle.

Juan kept watching as the bubble came to the surface.  There was still quite a bit of them, more than a human lung could produce.  He surmised that it must be coming up from the trunk.  Then even that slowed.

Clarissa kept pulling against the steering wheel, the car’s inside totally filled. As she weakened she saw something to her left.  It was another car and she saw that there was a girl inside.  Her face was swollen and it was obvious that she had been there for some time.  Her wrists were likewise taped to the steering wheel.  The image caused Clarissa to scream on last time in panic. And then she passed out.

Juan stayed a little longer and then walked away and down the deserted road.  Looking at his watch he heard a car come up from behind him and then stop.  He got into the truck and it drove away.  All this over clothes, he thought to himself, shaking his head.

© 2016 (written Aug 1 ’16 by Carolyn and Riwa)

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Condom roulette (3&4) 3.7 (12)

3

Things settled down after the “curry chicken incident” as I liked to call it… for about a week. Then I was thinking about those damned condoms again. I started thinking about the thrill of the risk and I couldn’t get my mind off them.

I left a couple of subtle hints to my lover indicating I was ready to try it again. He never indicated whether or not he picked up on it. A couple days went by with us having what I call “regular sex”.

I tried again, this time telling him I was interested in taking my chances. He looked at me and rolled his eyes as though my request was not the least bit unexpected. But he did nothing about it.

A couple days later I strongly indicated I wanted him to use one of those condoms on me. Fuck me; rape me; ravage my ass; I didn’t care which. I just wanted to play another round of condom roulette. And still there was no response.

The sex was ok; I certainly had nothing to complain about. But now I couldn’t get those damned condoms out of my head.

One night I went a little too far, telling him how unhappy I was he wasn’t responding to my needs. It didn’t help he was right in the middle of watching a ballgame. I went one hurtful phrase too far – which I immediately regretted – before he snapped.

He marched me into the bedroom and proceeded to take all my clothes off. Finally, we were getting somewhere. But then he put me down on the bed and started tying off my wrists to the upper corners.

I started to protest when he found one of my red ball-gags and shut me up good. He stretched my legs apart, using one of my spreader bar toys to secure my ankles. Then he left me lying in bed like that without doing a damn thing about it. The bastard!

I wriggled and squirmed, horny as hell while lying helpless and vulnerable. But he never did a damn thing to me. He just left to watch his ballgame. I screamed at him through the ball-gag in my mouth but that didn’t do me a damn bit of good.

He came back a half-hour later, retrieved my rabbit and pushed it into my wet slit. Then he turned it on before heading back out to watch the ballgame. The clit vibrator drove me wild.

I had a couple of wonderful orgasms before I squeezed the damned thing right out of my pussy. I was left huffing and puffing through my nose, whimpering like crazy. A few minutes later he came back in.

He found my rabbit lying between my legs. So he got the dildo pole and attached it to that, the one where he secures the other end of the pole to the middle of my spreader bar to keep it lodged deep into place. Then he went over to the box of condoms.

He pulled the latex glove over his hand before opening one. Then he proceeded to unroll it onto my rabbit. He just looked at me as he pushed it back into my cunt before securing the other end to the middle of the spreader bar.

My eyes opened wide at what he’d just done. “We’ll see if you’re still alive in half an hour,” he said as he turned the damn thing back on. Then he went back out to watch the ballgame. That’s when I realized he’d left me all tied up to be fucked to death by my rabbit!

The damned thing was vibrating and gyrating in my pussy something fierce. And the clit vibrator was not doing me any favors. I realized I could be fucked to death before he even came back to check on me!

Every time I tried to bend my knees I drove the vibrating rabbit deeper inside me with the pole it was attached to. I wriggled and squirmed but there was no escape. If this was the poisoned condom I was one dead bitch.

It only took about three minutes of my hips thrusting and gyrating trying to escape before I had my first orgasm. I screamed into the ball-gag in my mouth, totally exhausting myself as it flushed hotly through my body. Then I collapsed in a heap, only to feel that damned rabbit start to force another one right out of me.

I screamed; I whimpered; I thrashed about; I begged for mercy. Then a second one was torn out of my quivering body. If anything it was more intense than the first one.

I stiffened until I collapsed back onto the bed as it mercifully passed, only to feel another one charging hard right behind it. Gawd; I was never going to survive this! I was being fucked to death whether it was a poisonous condom or not!

I must’ve endured five or six before I passed out. When I came around I felt relieved to discover the rabbit was no longer inside me. My lover had returned to take it out, removing the pole forcing it deep inside me.

“I guess that wasn’t the poisonous one after all,” he observed dryly as he looked down on me. “You’re damned lucky.” Then he laid the vibrating rabbit up against my crotch before leaving the bedroom again.

I wriggled and squirmed, trying to knock it away. I could feel it twisting and vibrating against my swollen nub. I winced and stiffened, trying to hold it back. Then I was hit by another devastating orgasm.

I went through two more, each one working my nub as I fought like hell to hold it back. Then I bucked and shuddered as I screamed into my ball-gag in orgasm. The third one left me devastated, but at least I managed to hump the damned thing off my crotch.

I was trying to catch my breath still tied spread-eagled to the bed with the spreader bar attached to my ankles when he returned. He just looked at me lying there all soaked and feeling like mush. Then he slowly started to undress.

I watched as he carefully took his clothes off one item at a time. Seeing him slowly undress like that was arousing as hell. When the pants came down I could tell he was sporting a massive erection. And when the briefs came off my mouth started to water at the size of it.

I watched as he calmly walked over to the box of condoms. He put on the latex glove and then ripped open another package. His eyes never left me the whole time as he rolled it on.

My eyes flew open in astonishment as he climbed into bed with me. He tossed the rabbit aside and then thrust right in to my soaking wet crotch. Then he started to fuck me.

I inhaled sharply, my breath catching in my throat. Gawd; this was insane! Two in one night; he was really going to fuck me to death!

I began to grunt and whimper as his thrusts intensified. I began fucking him back as though there was no tomorrow… and perhaps there really wasn’t. He’d deliberately used two condoms; maybe he really was trying to kill me off!

The fear and excitement swelled within me as he really started pounding me. I couldn’t hold back; my cunt was clenching like crazy. Then I was cumming up a storm, screaming his name through the ball-gag in my mouth.

He just kept fucking me, hammering my cunt as though this was what I deserved. I came down from my high, only to feel it swell within me yet again. My mind told me this was going to be the one and that’s when I went insane.

I began screaming his name again as my body exploded in orgasm. That’s when I felt him swell within me. A moment later he began ramming it home as though he was trying to fill me with his seed.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I got all weak and disoriented. He was cumming as he was killing me… and I couldn’t stop cumming! It was a never-ending orgasm, a glorious death I richly deserved. And then I passed out…

When I awakened I was dimly aware of him setting me free. The bed was soaked, the spreader bar had been removed and the ball-gag was gone. I worked my sore jaws, trying to get them to function again. Then he climbed into bed with me.

“That was fucking glorious,” I purred as I cuddled up against his warm body. He cuddled with me until we both fell asleep. When I awakened several hours later I rewarded him by gulping down his morning wood until he shot a load down my throat…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Jul 3 ’16 by riwa)

 

4

You would have thought two risks in one night would have cured me. But afterwards I was more addicted to those damned things than ever.

I told my lover how wonderful that night had been for me. I’d had so many orgasms they had been difficult to keep track of. The thought of being fucked to death the whole time had only added to my arousal factor.

He chuckled as he shook his head, telling me I was such a kinky bitch. “I am,” I replied with a smile. “But for now I’m your kinky bitch. And to show my appreciation I want to give you one free ‘fuck-me-to-death’ pass.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I want you to use a condom on me and I want you to spring it on me. Rape me, fuck me, have your way with me any way you want… so long as you use one of those condoms.”

“Honey, are you sure?”

“I’m getting so fucking wet just thinking about it.”

“But what if you die?”

“Then you get another lover, buy a box of condoms and play condom roulette with her until she gets the condom of death. Because deep down I think you love it too, am I right? You love the idea you might be fucking death into my cunt.”

“I love no such thing.”

“Liar. I can see it in your eyes. You’re already starting to get hard just thinking about fucking me to death.” I groped the growing bulge he was sporting to confirm my thesis.

“Kinky bitch.”

I just laughed… “That’s me. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go draw me a bath. I need to soak in some bubbles just to get myself off… unless of course you want to get off fucking me right now.”

He looked at me but said nothing. The evidence in his pants indicated otherwise. I gave him a coy look.

“No? Your loss.” I giggled as I groped his bulge again before heading off.

I started a hot bath and took my clothes off. All that talk about being fucked to death had gotten me all hot and bothered again. I found myself wondering how long it would take for my horny lover to strike. I was really looking forward to it.

I climbed into the tub and soaked in the warm water and soothing bubbles. I also rubbed myself a few times to relieve myself. At the end of the bath I felt much better… and as an added benefit I was even clean.

I got out of the tub and dried myself off. But my mind was on those damned condoms again, wondering when he was going to strike. But I remembered his hesitation from last time and wondered if he was even going to strike at all. I figured I might have to goad him a little more to get what I wanted.

I had failed to pull the plug in the bottom of the bathtub. So I reached down into the water to pull it out. A moment later strong hands wrapped around my neck and forced my head down.

I cried out a froth of bubbles, my feet having lifted right up off the floor. I was bent over the tub in no-man’s land with no leverage whatsoever. I could feel his hard cock pushing right up against my – wait! Was that a condom he was wearing??

He pulled my head up and I gasped and sputtered. Then he shoved my head right back down into the water. I bubbled as I cried out in fear and arousal.

He wasn’t in me yet. But I could feel how hard he’d become. Obviously my little talk had spurred him into action. Was this to be my night, the night I urged my lover to fuck me to death.

He pulled my head up out of the water, allowing me to gasp and sputter again. “Death by condom?” he whispered into my ear. “Or death by drowning?” Then he shoved my head back down into the tub.

Condom 4

I let out another bubbly cry as I felt his hard cock pushing against my opening. I wanted him in me so bad. Poison or drowning; either way I was horny as hell for whatever he might give me.

My feet kicked against his ass as he held me under. Then he pulled me up by my hair. I gasped and whimpered, my pussy throbbing like crazy. My nipples were so hard they ached.

He pushed me right back down and I bubbled again. Then I felt his cock probing until the tip pressed against another hole. “I wonder how the poison will make your ass react,” he hissed ominously. Then he began to force his way inside.

I cried out, wriggling and struggling like crazy. For a moment I panicked. I didn’t want to drown and I didn’t want the condom of death… and I certainly didn’t want it up the ass. Then I felt my sphincter give way.

I jerked and bubbled as he thrust right in. Then he started raping me hard. I screamed my breath away in a flurry of bubbles as my naked body shuddered like crazy.

He pulled me up and I came up gasping madly for breath. “Your call; my choice,” he hissed into my ear. Then once more I was forced back down into that dirty water.

He fucked me hard; I could feel that ribbed condom of death rubbing in and out of my anal passage. I couldn’t stop clenching; it’s like I was trying to milk him dry. Then it felt like my ass began to go into spasms.

I cried out another froth of bubbles. Gawd, he was fuck-drowning me! I didn’t know if the water or the poison was going to get to me first. Then I screamed in orgasm, expelling my breath in a huge eruption of bubbles.

He thrust harder, causing my ass to clench even more. Was that the first sign of the poison affecting my anal passage? Had I pushed it one condom too many? The thought made me delirious.

He pulled my head up and I gasped mightily for breath as I cried out, “Oh FUCK!” Then my head was shoved right back down as he raped my ass hard.

I was furiously clenching the cock in my ass, my feet kicking his ass as my hands went all over the place. I screamed my breath away from a second orgasm more devastating that the first. Then I felt him start to swell inside me.

He pulled me out of the water and I gasped and sputtered. Then he cruelly forced my head back under as he rammed my ass with his cock. I screamed again, a huge eruption of bubbles exploding at the surface. Then I felt his cock start to throb as he went off in my ass.

This was it; I’d done it for sure. If the condom didn’t poison me he was going to drown me just to make sure. I screamed and screamed until I had no breath left as a wave of intense pleasure flowed hotly through my quivering body.

…and then I was out of the water, violently coughing up moisture. My ass was still clenching tightly onto his cock. I was too weak to do anything but struggle to get my breath back.

He pulled me upright until I got my knees underneath me. His cock began to soften despite my continued clenches around his wonderful love muscle. Then I pushed him out.

He turned me around to look into my face. I was all dreamy, a drugged look in my eyes. He just smiled as he shook his head… “I might have known the kinky bitch would love it.”

“It was glorious,” I purred. Then our lips met. I decided if the condoms didn’t get me maybe we could do this again just to see how long he could push my breath-holding limits while fucking the shit out of me…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Jul 16 ’16 by riwa)

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My Visit to Wales 3.8 (6)

My Visit to Wales

For Dark Princess and Dorothy

 

I nervously knocked on the door. I had no idea what I would encounter. I had only been told she was here.

I was totally caught off guard when a nice, attractive lady who may have been in her mid-thirties or maybe forties answered the door wearing only a robe. “Can I help you?”

“I, uh… I was told Mrs. Dorothy Brown might be here. Do I have the right place?”

“You have the right place. She’s here but she’s a little tied up at the moment.”

“Tied up?”

“Actually she’s taking a bath with my partner.”

“Taking a bath with your partner?”

“Why don’t you come inside?”

“Uh… ok.” Now I was really nervous and didn’t know what to expect.

She led me inside and closed the door behind me. “Can I make you some tea?”

“Uh… no thank you.” I could not help looking her up and down in her robe.

“Oh this?” She grabbed the edge of her garment and gave it a tug. “Oh don’t mind me. I was in the bathtub with them.”

“You were in the bathtub with them? Must be one pretty big bathtub.” I looked at her but she didn’t seem wet or anything.

“It’s not as big as you might think. But it’s certainly big enough. Want to come see it?”

“Well, if there are naked ladies then maybe I’d better not.” I was trying to be respectful.

She gave me a smile and a dismissive wave. “Oh they won’t mind. And I certainly don’t care. You’re here now so you might as well come and see.”

“Oh, uh… ok.”

I followed her into the bathroom where I encountered what looked like an extra-large bathtub. But she was right about Dorothy being “a little tied up”. Mrs. Brown was lying flat on her back at the bottom of the tub, lots of rope around her with her arms behind her back. She had to lift her head up out of the water to get any air.

There was another naked woman lying in the tub opposite her. She also appeared to be all tied up. There looked to be some sort of connection between the two women as they struggled to keep their heads above the surface.

“Um… what’s that thing, uh… connecting them?”

“That’s a double-headed dildo. I guess they wanted to play together.”

“Tied up in the tub?”

“Mrs. Brown does have her kinks. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to pee.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just leave.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go anywhere. You just stay right there. This won’t take but a minute.”

“I beg your pardon?”

She dropped her robe just like that. Now I was looking at three naked, very attractive women, two tied up in the tub while the third was climbing in.

She straddled the woman who I assumed was her partner as I knew Dorothy was attached to some male down in Leeds. A moment later she simply let fly. Urine streamed out of her to splatter the face of the woman directly below her.

“Ah, much better,” she sighed. Then she put her foot down, so to speak. Her partner was instantly submerged beneath the surface of the bathtub to wriggle, squirm and bubble.

Dorothy looked up at me all red-faced. I think she was embarrassed as hell to see me looking down on her in such a compromising condition. But there really wasn’t much she could do about it.

“Oh, where are my manners,” the woman standing in the tub smiled at me. “I see your willie is getting hard. I suppose seeing three naked women will do that to a bloke.”

“Maybe I should be going,” I told her nervously as she lifted her foot up, allowing her partner’s head to come up to the surface and gasp for breath. My cock was getting hard in my trousers and it was becoming rather noticeable.

“You stay right there,” she told me as she stepped along the length of the tub. Then she put her foot down in Dorothy’s chest. Mrs. Brown was immediately submerged in a flurry of bubbles as the two naked women wriggled with that double-ended dildo embedded in their pussies.

“You seem to be developing a small problem, love,” my naked hostess observed. “Can I take care of that for you?” Dorothy bubbled as the woman above her knelt down in the tub and then reached out toward me.

“Uh… I could come back another time.”

“Nonsense. Let me just pull this out.”  And with that she opened my belt and fly, pulling my pants down. Then she took out my hardening cock and began stroking it.

Her partner sputtered “HEY!” But she just put a foot out, pushing down on her chest. The woman was submerged in a flurry of bubbles as my hostess told her, “You hush now. I’m entertaining our guest.”

Dorothy looked at me with a longing expression, eyes wide as she gasped for breath. “I’ll do that if you wish,” she offered.

“No need,” my hostess told her as she pushed her head back under. Dorothy went down bubbling.

“My name is Cyndi,” the wicked woman said to me with a smile. “Who might you be?”

“I’m, uh… well, Dorothy knows me as Riwa. And is that other woman in the tub, uh… Dark Princess?”

“That’s a moniker she uses at a forum she surfs. Mind if I take care of your problem here, Riwa?”

She smiled as she stroked me, allowing Dark Princess back up gasping and sputtering. Dorothy wriggled and squirmed as sexy bubbles erupted up at the surface. My face flushed red with embarrassment.

“Is there a problem, Riwa?”

“Well, uh… this is kind of unusual.”

“Dorothy came up to Wales for a visit. You caught us at just the right time.”

“Uh… no, I really don’t think I caught you at the right time.” I was nervous, flustered… and getting even harder as she groped my cock.

“What makes you say that, love? It’s not my hands-on approach, is it?” She smiled as she stroked me again.

“Well, uh… that has something to do with it.” Then she let Dorothy back up. She came up gasping, sputtering and whimpering.

“Something to do with it? You mean there’s more?”

“It’s the way they’re connected together in the tub and, uh… well… the way you keep submerging them.”

“You mean like this?”

Her foot lashed out and Dark Princess was submerged again, wriggling and bubbling like crazy. Dorothy whimpered before she pushed down on her head with her hand, making her squirm and bubble as well. My cock twitched as she stroked me.

“Oh my. You definitely seem to have a problem when they go down, don’t you. I’m afraid that’s all my doing, isn’t it?” Her foot pulled back and Dark Princess came back up gasping.

“Oh th-that’s ok. I s-suppose I should be leaving now.” Then she pulled her hand back, allowing Dorothy to come back up as well.

“Not until I take care of this little problem I created for you, love.” And with that she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.

There was another “HEY” from Dark Princess. Cyndi just lashed out with a foot and submerged her again. Then she began sucking on my cock, moaning hungrily.

Dark Princess cried out a froth of bubbles as she kept her submerged longer. She really wriggled and squirmed, setting Dorothy to gasping and whimpering. Her foot came up and Dark Princess was allowed to gasp for breath. Then she pushed Dorothy under as she continued sucking my dick.

Dorothy went down in a flurry of bubbles. Then she was screaming her breath away as she violently wriggled beneath the surface. Cyndi came off my cock long enough to calmly remark, “I see the kinky bitch is cumming again.” Then she giggled as she took me back into her mouth.

I twitched inside her oral cavity as Dorothy cried out a froth of bubbles… twitched again when she was allowed back up. I stiffened as she lashed out with a foot to push Dark Princess back under the water, shamefully aroused at the way all those bubbles kept erupting up at the surface.

Cyndi took me out of her mouth and smiled. “My goodness; that does seem to have an effect on you, doesn’t it.”

“That and your mouth,” I stammered, my face flushed crimson.

“Really, love? Then let’s see if Dorothy here can make you cum. Let me know when you’re getting close, ok?”

She pushed Dorothy under and there was another eruption of bubbles. Mrs. Brown wriggled and squirmed erotically, her erect nipples on those gorgeous boobs causing me no end of erotic torture. Cyndi allowed her back up and then pushed her back down, causing more bubbles to come up.

“You’re going to cum; aren’t you, love.” I nodded shamefully. “Let me know the moment you’re going to spurt.” I weakly nodded my head, unable to believe the situation I found myself.

She took me deep down her throat as she deliberately kept Dorothy submerged. Mrs. Brown went off again, screaming her breath away in orgasm. “Now,” I gasped, feeling my balls start to swell.

“Kinky bitch. I knew she’d have that effect on you.” Then she pulled Dorothy’s head up over toward the side of the tub as she commanded, “Right here; right in her face, love.”

My cock spurted, splattering Mrs. Brown’s lovely face. She got cum in her eyes and all over her cheeks. Some of it ended up in that blond hair of hers. She let out a squeal as she cried out, “RIWA; I LOVE YOU!” and then started orgasming all over again as she was submerged once more.

Dark Princess blurted out another “HEY!” Cyndi just reached over with a foot and submerged her as well. Both naked women wriggled and squirmed like crazy as bubbles spewed out of their mouths.

“I think you got them both to cum that time, love,” Cyndi told me admiringly as bubbles continued to come up. “I think it was your cum in Mrs. Brown’s face.” I didn’t even want to think about her husband and kids back home at that moment. The situation was just too crazy for words.

She let them go, allowing both to get their heads up out of the water. They came up gasping and sputtering weakly. Then Cyndi looked at me and smiled before asking, “Do you have a minute to spare, love?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“You take this one” and she motioned at Dorothy. “…while I take the other one.” Then she got up and moved over to Dark Princess.

“Together,” she told me with a smile. Then she grabbed her partner by the head and forced her under. I scrambled to grab Dorothy’s head and submerged her as well.

Both kinky bitches bubbled like crazy as their bodies wriggled and squirmed. “I think they’re really fucking that dildo now,” Cyndi said with a laugh. “It’s making me so horny right now.”

She lifted up the head of her partner so I did the same to Dorothy. Both ladies gasped loudly for breath. Then Cyndi forced her partner’s head back down. I followed suit with Dorothy until both were below the surface bubbling like crazy.

I heard a bubbly scream as Dorothy popped off again. “Kinky bitch can’t stop cumming underwater,” Cyndi observed with a smile as her partner began to writhe and wriggle in her grasp. “Every time she goes off it seems to set this one off as well. It’s arousing as hell.”

We dunked the two naked women several more times before I began to feel like I had to use the room we were in. I was also beginning to think it was time to clear out before something really kinky got me into serious trouble. “I think I should be going now, Cyndi. But I, uh… I want to thank you for an, uh… educational visit.”

“Educational?” she repeated with a laugh. “I’ve never heard it put that way before. But I want to thank you so much for joining us.”

I leaned a little closer and quietly asked her, “Uh… do you have another room I could use?”

“For what?”

“Well, this one is in use and I, uh… well I need to uh…”

“You need to wee?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“No problem.” Then she lifted up the head of her partner and told me, “Right here… right in her face.”

“Hey!”

Dark Princess got a quick dunking and then was pulled back up. “Right there, Riwa; right in her face.”

“Are you serious?”

“I know how men are after they’ve had a release. You need to wee, am I right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well… right here. Or that one over there; I don’t care which” and she pointed at Dorothy.

I could feel it rising within me as she held Dark Princess steady. I shrugged my shoulders and took aim; I really did have to go. She let out a cry as I splattered her in the face with my whizz.

“Excellent,” she laughed as she submerged her partner. “Now that one over there. Spray her face and then dunk the shit out of her.”

I turned and hit Dorothy’s face with what remained. I’d been holding it so long I had more than I’d anticipated. I was embarrassed as hell, but Dorothy let out another cry as she started wriggling like crazy.

I reached over and pushed her head under at the same time Cyndi shoved Dark Princess back down. They both exploded in orgasm, bubbling like crazy as they wriggled and writhed against each other. I swear they were violently fucking each other with that double-ended dildo embedded between them.

I let Dorothy up and she let her partner up as well. I hastily pulled my pants back up and thanked her. “Let me see you to the door,” she told me, abandoning both women to struggle keeping their heads at the surface as they fucked each other with that double-ended dildo.

“Have you known Dorothy long?” she asked as she saw me naked to the door.

“A few years.”

“I’m sure she appreciated your visit. I’m so glad you stopped by.”

“I, uh… I won’t keep you from enjoying your ladies anymore.”

“Oh, they’re all right,” she said with a laugh and a dismissive wave. “I really enjoyed your visit, Riwa. Come back real soon.”

She gave me a nice kiss on the lips that promised the hint of more if I wanted to stay and help abuse the ladies in the bathroom. But I was already embarrassed as hell and felt like I’d overstayed my welcome. Besides, this place felt like it had become much too kinky for a vanilla kind of guy like me. She waved goodbye as I beat a hasty retreat out the door…

© 2016 (written for Dark Princess and Dorothy Jul 31 ’15 by riwa)

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The farmer and his wife (male themes; hanging) 3.5 (8)

Note: a new one for the guys and for those who like male victims since I don’t do these very often.

William was on his way home from college for the summer break. He’d told his mother he would make the long trip in a couple of days, spending one night on the road so as not to risk driving sleepy. Now he was off the main highway running low on gas.

He’d passed a sign a few miles back and had gotten off only to discover the station was small and had already closed for the evening. So he drove on. The road looked like it was well traveled; there had to be gas somewhere up ahead.

He saw a small town with trees off in the distance and headed in that direction. Just his luck there was no gas station. He drove on, his eyes on his gas gauge.

He finally concluded there was no way he was going to make it back to the main highway, that is, if he could even find it now. It was twilight, it was getting late, his stomach was growling and his car was running on fumes.

He finally pulled down a lane to a farm that looked promising. Maybe he could get some gas there and then get directions back to the main highway. He pulled up to an older farmhouse and shut off the engine, wondering if he even had enough fuel in the tank to start it back up.

There was a large man in coveralls working over by the barn. He got out of his car, went over and introduced himself to the farmer. “Good evening, sir. My name is William. I’m going home from college for the summer and I’m about out of gas. Could you spare me a few gallons and then direct me back to the main highway? I’d gladly pay you.”

The farmer was a gruff looking man with more muscles than William had ever seen on a man. He assumed it was a result of hard work. The farmer looked him up and down and then motioned over toward the barn… “I’ve got some fuel inside. Come with me.”

William followed him through a door in the barn, only to see the farmer take a swing at him with something in his hand. It was too late to duck. Something clocked him in the side of the head and he went down for the count…

When William awakened he discovered his situation had changed for the worse. For one thing he was lying naked in a bed of straw with his arms tied behind his back. His feet were secured at his ankles and all of his possessions were gone. A cloth gag was stuffed in his mouth, preventing coherent speech.

He struggled to look around at his surroundings, squirming naked in the straw. He looked to be in a closed off section of the barn. A lone window up above allowed light in from outside.

He looked all around until he saw something hanging over a beam up above. It was a thick, coarse hemp noose dangling unattended with the other end hanging freely. Seeing it made him grunt in alarm. It also made his cock start to stir with growing apprehension.

He tried to move around in the straw, struggling to find something with which to free himself. But there was nothing sharp or pointed, nothing he could use to work the rope off his wrists bound behind his back. It looked like he was going to spend the night naked and bound in uncomfortable surroundings.

The door opened up and the farmer came in carrying a lantern. He hung it from a hook in the wall and then smiled unpleasantly at him. “I ‘aven’t ‘ad a good ‘un like ya in months.”

He walked over, grabbed an arm and pulled William onto his knees with a jerk. He unzipped his fly, revealing a thick, flaccid cock. Then he pulled the gag out of the young man’s mouth. “I take it ya know ‘ow to suck, boy?”

“You can’t do this to me—” He was slapped hard in the face before he could get anything else out.

“Suck it, boy, or it’ll go worse on ya.”

William’s eyes were drawn to the dangling noose as though that was how things could get worse. The farmer laughed at him. “Better suck me now, boy” and he shoved the cock in William’s face.

The college male hesitantly took the limp piece of meat into his mouth. It tasted nasty but he started to suck anyway. “Better make it ‘ard, boy, if ya know what’s good for ya,” the farmer growled ominously.

William had only sucked cock once before on a dare during a drinking game back in college. But this was something different. Being forced to suck was humiliating as hell. Still, the sight of that noose dangling from the ceiling made him apply himself. He did not want to consider how it could possibly get any worse.

The cock grew in his mouth as he sucked on it. It smelled bad and tasted worse. Then the damned thing swelled into a size he hadn’t anticipated.

He got the farmer nice and hard before the large gruff man told him, “That’ll do for now.” Then he was pulled to his feet. The farmer reached up, grabbed the dangling noose and pulled it down, quickly looping it around his neck. “Now it’s time to enjoy a little necktie party, boy.”

William squawked in horror, trying to protest he’d done as he’d been asked. The farmer grabbed the free end and pulled. William was immediately taken up off his feet, his toes wriggling as they barely brushed the surface of the bed of straw. Almost immediately his cock began to stiffen in reaction to being hanged.

The farmer tied the rope off and then watched as he started to strangle. William didn’t think anything in the world could hurt worse than dangling in the air from a thick noose. He was getting a little air, but that only made it hurt all the more as his lungs tried to fill to satisfy his aching need. And his cock was hardening shamefully in plain view of the sadistic farmer.

“Getting ‘ard, eh boy?” the farmer observed with a lewd smile. He gave him a little push, setting him to swinging back and forth. “Boys like ya ‘arden right up when they’re strung up. I seen it all the time.”

William rasped for breath, his arms jerking behind his back to pull free as his legs kicked together tied at the ankles. In the light of the lamp he saw the farmer stroking his cock into greater thickness. Had this bastard hung others before him??

He was going to hang to death; the bastard was going to hang him to death! He struggled to breathe, his legs jerking as he swung and twisted. Then the farmer grabbed him and held him in place before sadistically telling him, “Yer a good ‘un, boy; ya ‘ang well. Now let’s see ‘ow tight yer ass is.”

William stiffened in horror as he was turned around. Then he felt something thick push against his puckered anus. He let out a grunt as he was forcefully violated.

It felt so huge and painful inside that he tried to shit it back out. But it stayed inside him the whole time. Then the farmer started raping his ass, thrusting hard in and out as he continued to strangle in the noose.

There was a small benefit to this new humiliation. With every thrust upward it lifted him up enough to ease the tension around his neck. It granted him an additional sliver of air, not much more than what he’d previously been getting. But it was enough to keep him alive for the moment… alive and in breathless agony.

The farmer thrust hard up his ass, pulling down on his shoulders as though trying to strangle him. William rasped and gurgled from the pain and the asphyxia. His ass kept clenching involuntarily as he struggled to pull a decent breath of air into his lungs.

“Yer really clenchin’, boy; yer a really good ‘un!” the farmer gasped with delight. “Arrgh; ya did it do me already!” A moment later William felt warm cum spurt up into his ass, adding to his humiliation.

The farmer pulled out and he was suddenly hanging freely again, the noose taking up his weight. His toes brushed the bed of straw below him as he struggled to find solid footing. Then his own cock erupted, cum spurting out and falling into the straw below.

“Feels good, don’t it, boy?” the farmer told him with a sadistic chuckle as he gave him another push. “Now I get to ‘ang ya.” William went twisting and swaying back and forth as he struggled to pull another breath of air into his lungs.

He saw stars as his face flushed red with the heat of asphyxia. He couldn’t hear the farmer anymore; his vision was failing. He tried to breath but he couldn’t get any air down his windpipe. Then he shuddered hard as he spun away into blissful unconsciousness.

William never expected to awaken from his nightmare. When consciousness returned he discovered he was lying in the straw once more. He was still naked but thankfully the noose had been removed.

He wriggled uncomfortably, becoming aware of cum leaking out of his ass. So it had happened after all. Why hadn’t the farmer finished him off? Didn’t he suspect William was going to tell the authorities the very first chance he got?

He looked all around, using the faint illumination from the evening coming in through the lone window above. That’s when he saw the noose dangling from the beam above. It was still there and it gave him the shivers.

He tried to reach his ankles with his bound wrists. Maybe he could free himself and then go for help. But where would he go? His vehicle had no gas and he was sure the farmer hadn’t filled it, not when the bastard had deliberately noosed him up and hanged him.

The cloth was back in his mouth, he couldn’t even call out for help. But who would show up if he could make any noise? The farmer maybe? He sure as hell didn’t want to go through all that again!

He wriggled and struggled in the straw, trying to find something he could use to work on the bonds to his wrists or his ankles. But he found nothing useful. It was beginning to look like he was stuck here until such time as he was allowed to go or the bastard finished him off.

Off in the distance he heard a door slam. Footsteps approached on crunching gravel. A nearby door opened. A few moments later his door opened. It was the farmer with his lantern in hand.

“There ya are, boy. Did ya sleep it off? It was so good I came back to ‘ave another go before I ‘it the sack fer the night.”

William’s eyes flew open in horror as he grunted in alarm. The farmer hung the lantern up on the hook before walking over and pulling him to his knees. He unzipped his fly and then pulled the cloth out of William’s mouth… “Ya know what to do, boy. Get me ‘ard before I ‘ang ya again.”

The naked college student tried to cry out, only to get another slap to the face that echoed inside the barn. “Suck or die, boy; which’ll it be?” William grunted in defeat as he took the cock back into his mouth.

“Now that ya ‘ad some practice, boy, ya better improve,” the farmer warned. Then he grabbed the back of William’s head and thrust hard. The nineteen year old gagged as thick cock hit the back of his throat.

He grunted and gurgled, feeling his own cock shamefully start to harden again. This was humiliating as hell. How long was he going to have to endure this humiliation??

When the farmer was sufficiently hardened he was jerked back onto his feet again. Then he was pulled directly below the noose. “No; you gave me a choice!” William gasped in horror.

“But my choice is to ‘ang ya, boy,” the farmer sneered, looping the noose around his neck.

William started to cry out, only for the muscular man to pull on the free end again. He was pulled up until his toes barely brushed the surface of the bed of straw. Then the rope was tied off as he was set to swinging again.

He swayed back and forth, jerking around with his legs tied at the ankles as he helplessly yanked on his arms behind his back. From the light of the lantern he could see the farmer smiling at him while stroking his thick cock once more. He rasped and gurgled, twisting and swaying in breathless agony all over again as his hard cock twitched shamefully from his asphyxiated condition.

“Yer really liking this, eh boy? Ya like to ‘ang just as much as I like to ‘ang ya! Now let’s see ‘ow tight that ass is.”

The farmer grabbed him to steady him, spinning him around and then forcing his cock against William’s puckered anus. The suffering college student let out a rasp and a grunt as the hard cock forced its way back inside. Then he was brutally raped again, clenching instinctively around the cock filling his ass.

William grunted with each painful thrust. Once again it was just enough to get a little extra sliver of air each time the farmer thrust upward. But this time the farmer went longer, extending his humiliation.

His chest hurt like hell; he could hardly get any air down his throat. He finally felt that shameful eruption in his ass as the farmer spurted inside him. Then the bastard pulled out, allowing the creamy load to trickle out of his ass and slither down his jerking legs.

He was set in motion again as he swung back and forth. Once more his cock went off, spurting arcs of cum into the straw at his feet. “Ya really cum when ya ‘ang, eh boy?” the farmer noticed with a chuckle.

He fought like hell to pull air into his lungs. But the noose slowly tightened until it totally constricted his airway. Then his eyes rolled as he passed out again…

Once more William never expected to regain consciousness. When his eyes fluttered open he discovered he was still inside the barn. It was dark outside, hardly any illumination was coming inside the lone window above.

He was sore all over. His neck hurt, his ass felt like something was still inside and his stomach growled. To make matters worse he was still tied up lying naked in the straw.

He shook his head, wondering how the hell he had gotten himself into this mess. He found himself wondering how many others the farmer had done this to. The bastard had certainly given indication William was not the only one he had raped and hanged.

Were the others dead; had the burly farmer hanged them to death after finally losing interest? Then what had he done with their bodies? William wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

After a while he heard something outside. It sounded like someone was coming to the barn. Was he in for more torture? What if the next time the farmer left him hanging too long? He might never get back home. His mother might never find out what happened to him.

The outer barn door opened with a creak. Then the inner door opened as the lantern poked its way inside and was hung up on the hook. He groggily looked up to see some middle-aged woman in a raggedy dress with a pie plate and a metal container come forward.

He wriggled and squirmed anew; maybe rescue had arrived. She came over and set the pie tin down, revealing a few slices of bread inside. She set down another tin and poured some water into it from the metal container.

She pulled the gag out of his mouth before pushing the pie tins toward him… “Shhhh. He’s asleep right now.”

He looked at the bread and his stomach growled again. “Get me out of here,” he whispered.

“Better eat something, young ‘un.” She pushed the pie tin of bread closer.

“I can’t eat like this.”

“Yes you can.”

William leaned over and stuck his face into the pie tin, doing his best to eat the bread. It was embarrassing being forced to eat out of the tin like some damned animal. But he was hungry and his pride could step aside for a bit as he dealt with the needs of his stomach

There were only three slices of bread but he wolfed them down all the same. Then he did his best to lap up some water. A moment later he became uncomfortable as she began running a hand over his naked body.

“He picked a nice ‘un in you, boy. I like you.” Then to his horror she crawled out of her dress, exposing a set of hanging tits and a hairy cunt. She might have been in her mid-forties but she looked more like sixty or seventy.

“C’mon, boy; get hard for me,” she said as she stroked his cock.

William was aghast… “Get me out of here.”

“C’mon, boy get hard!” Then she smiled at him before deciding, “Ok, you can eat me instead.”

He was horrified at the unkempt growth of hair in her crotch. It smelled terrible. Then she sat on his face, grinding her pussy against his mouth.

William let out a muffled grunt, shaking his head as he tried to breathe. A moment later she felt him grab his cock and start jerking it roughly… “C’mon, boy; get hard for me!” He couldn’t imagine anything worse than fucking some old hag.

It was hard to breathe as she ground against his face. He struggled underneath her, his back arching. Lack of air inspired his cock to harden a little more.

“That’s the way, boy! I like a nice, hard ‘un!” She stroked him even harder until it started to hurt.

He struggled to breathe even more. Then she climbed off his face and tried to impale herself on his cock. Even though it was dark in the barn he had just enough illumination of her body from the lantern to be completely disgusted at her nudity.

“No, boy!” she declared as he started to soften inside her. “Stay hard!”

“Let me go!” he protested. “Let me go and I’ll sneak away. I won’t tell a soul – mmpphh!” That’s when she pushed the gag back into his mouth.

William grunted angrily as his softening cock slipped right out of her. She slapped his face hard. Then she leaned forward, wrapped her fingers around his throat and started to choke him… “Get hard, damn you!”

He gasped and grunted as his cock responded to his asphyxiation. She noticed right away. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, eh? You like being strangled during sex!” Then she choked him harder.

William tried to shake her loose. But he had gotten hard again, causing her to gleefully climb on and straddle his body. Then he felt her pussy envelop his hardening cock again.

He shook his head no as he tried to breathe. But all that came out were muffled rasps and gurgles. She choked him into full hardness and then began eagerly riding him… “That’s the way, boy! Nice and hard now! Guess I’ll have to strangle you to fuck you, eh?”

She released his neck and he gasped through his nose. Then she gleefully wrapped her fingers around his throat and choked him again. William heard disgusting slurping sounds from her wet pussy as she bounced up and down on his stiffened cock.

“C’mon, boy!” she hissed sadistically. “Make me cum! I haven’t had a good cum since the last ‘un!” Then she really choked him out.

William tried to breathe but couldn’t. His cock stiffened inside her as she eagerly rode him. Then he felt her gush all over his cock as he went off inside her. It was the last thing he was aware of before he passed out.

When he awakened a short time later she, the lantern and the pie tins were gone. But the sensation of having been raped and choked was still fresh in his mind. William shook his head and blinked the tears out of his eyes, wondering whose evil clutches he had fallen into and whether or not he would ever see his mother again or return to college for the fall semester…

William awoke bright and early to the sound of a rooster crowing. It wasn’t quite as dark in the barn. He concluded the sun was just coming up.

From somewhere outside he heard the sound of a door slamming. Then he heard chickens cackling followed by a whishing sound he could not identify. But every time he heard it the chickens became animated except for that damned rooster.

The outer barn door opened and he stiffened as the sound of footsteps drew nearer. Then the inner door opened. The farmer had returned, but in the morning light the lantern had been left behind.

“Time to get up, boy,” he declared as he pulled him up onto his knees. “Time for my blow and yer mornin’ ‘angin’.” Then he pulled the gag out of his mouth before unzipping his fly.

William hesitated a little too long, earning him a hard slap across the face. He obediently opened his mouth and took the cock between his lips. He used his mouth and tongue to get him to full hardness before the bastard pulled out, looped the noose around his neck and then strung him up into the air.

His feet were still bound at the ankles as his toes fluttered for the straw floor. The farmer gave him a push and then began to stroke himself as William gyrated back and forth. His own cock hardened right up in a shameful manner as he rasped for breath.

“I see yer goin’ to cum too, boy. I reckin’ ya love ‘angin’ every bit as much as I love ‘angin’ ya. I guess we both get to cum.”

The farmer twisted him right around and then pushed the tip of his hard cock against his anus. William let out a grunt of pain as the thick shaft was shoved in hard. Then he was raped again, raped and hanged early in the morning as his dripping cock saluted in humiliation.

It hurt like hell as his feet fluttered for solid footing, his chest heaving from lack of air. But this morning the farmer was horny and didn’t take long. His own appendage went off first, staining the straw below with spurts from his cock. A couple minutes later warm cum was seeping out of his ass from the farmer’s discharge, running down the inside of his legs.

The farmer pulled out and gave him a shove… “’ang fer me, boy!” William had no other choice but to comply as he twisted and dangled in breathless agony.

He swung back and forth, twisting and turning as he struggled to pull a decent breath into his lungs. His neck hurt like hell, his chest heaving from lack of air. His head felt like it was going to explode.

He began to hitch and shudder, his body jerking with breathless convulsions. This time he was sure the farmer was going to let him hang to death. He could feel consciousness fading rapidly.

Before he totally passed out the farmer let him down. He crumpled onto the straw as the bastard removed the noose from around his neck before shoving the gag back into place. “See ya later, boy,” he told him cheerily as he turned and left the interior of the barn.

William wheezed through his nose, ashamed of being fucked and hanged all over again. It was humiliating the way he was forced to suck him into hardness before being hanged and butt-raped. And he was ashamed the way his cock always got hard and spurted. The farmer seemed to like that.

He lay there quivering, sore all over. How much longer was this going to go on? A part of him wanted to die and end his torment. But the stronger part wanted to go on living if nothing more than to see his mother and to return to school for the future he had planned for himself…

William wasn’t sure how many hours went by as he lay bound naked in the straw. The cloth gag in his mouth was uncomfortable as hell. All he could do was listen for any sound outside indicating he might have company again.

The sun was shining brightly through the lone window when he heard the sound of footsteps coming to the barn. He heard the outer door open and close, causing him to stiffen in alarm. Already his cock was starting to stir as though trained to get hard at the approach of the farmer.

The inner door opened and the farmer came in all smiles. “I’ve been thinkin’ about ya all mornin’, boy… fuckin’ yer ass and watchin’ ya ‘ang. Ya got no idea ‘ow ‘ard I am right now!”

Without further ado he pulled William to his feet directly under the noose. He looped the coil around the college teen’s neck, removing the gag to listen to the boy’s choking sounds. Then he gave the rope a pull, taking him up into the air before tying it off. Right away William started jerking like a fish on a line, his legs kicking together while still bound at the ankles.

As his cock stiffened right up in humiliation, the farmer pulled out his dick and began to stroke it as he gave the boy a push. William went swinging back and forth, twisting and turning as his face turned red. His arms jerked behind his back as his knees came up, his feet fluttering.

It hurt like hell; he could barely breathe at all. Was the farmer going to fuck his ass? Or was he going to be hanged to death this time?? It scared him as his body exploded in panic, jerking around as his dripping cock twitched.

The farmer grabbed him and turned him right around. William felt the head of his dick searching for his puckered anus. Then he grunted as the bastard found it and then thrust in good and hard.

His body jerked as he was violently raped, the cock hammering him as he rasped in the noose. The farmer was really giving it to him good this time. Each thrust gave him an ever-so-brief respite from the noose before it took up his full weight again.

A hand came around and grabbed his dick, sadistically stroking it as he was butt-fucked. A moment later he exploded in shameful climax, his cream spurting onto the bedding of straw. That’s when he felt the farmer’s warm seed up his rectum.

The bastard pulled out and he was left to dangle in the noose, the creamy discharge leaking out and slithering down his inner thighs. It was the same humiliation being repeated over and over. The farmer gave him a push and he kicked and squirmed as he rasped for breath.

This time the farmer left him up until he was sure he was going to pass out. He saw stars as his cock twitched, drips of cum falling off the tip. His lungs heaved in his chest, the agony more than he could bear.

He was on the verge of passing out again when William was taken down, the noose removed from around his throat. He rasped weakly for breath as the farmer smiled at him before cruelly shoving the cloth back into his mouth. “It’s lunch time fer me, boy.” And with that he turned and left.

His stomach growled; he was hungry too. But for now no food was forthcoming. Were they going to keep him on starvation rations?

After a while he heard the sound of an old pickup start up. It roared off, leaving the barnyard in silence save for a few clucking chickens. But he wasn’t left alone for long.

He heard the outer door open followed by the inner door a few seconds later. The farmer’s wife came in with two pieces of bread in a pie tin. She had that same metal container and an extra tin.

She set them on the ground by him before pouring a little water into the second pie tin. When she removed his gag William was forced to eat and drink like a dog. But he was too hungry to care.

When he was done she set the tins and container aside. Then she took her raggedy old dress off. She was completely naked underneath. If anything she looked even worse in the light of day.

“C’mon, boy; get hard,” she told him as she reached out and grabbed his cock. But she was not an attractive sight, not with those sagging tits and hairy bush. She tried to stroke him to stiffen him right up. But he just couldn’t get himself up.

“C’mon, boy!” she demanded. Then she blurted out, “Oh fuck it” as she straddled his head.

She removed his gag and then mashed her hairy bush onto his face, grinding against his lips. “Eat me, boy!” she demanded. But William was not in the mood. After all, what could the crazy bitch do to him?

She finally climbed off, staring at him in disgust. “So you won’t get hard, eh? He says you get hard when you’re hanging!” So she went and fetched the dangling noose, pulling it down to his level.

William tried to squirm away, protesting while shaking his head. She just noosed him right up before grabbing onto the free end. When she pulled he was startled at her strength as he was forced to stand upright… and then stand on his toes. As a result his cock hardened right up.

“That’s more like it, boy!” she said with a lecherous grin. “I guess I’ve got to hang you to fuck you!”

He tried to shake his head as he rasped for breath… tried to indicate it wasn’t necessary and that he’d try to do a better job. She tried to climb into his lap, impaling herself on his hard dick. She lost her grip on the rope and it slipped out of her hands as they fell back into the straw.

She quickly found his cock while he was sitting upright. She pulled on the rope, tightening the noose around his neck. It choked him as his cock stiffened again. Then she climbed aboard, straddling him as she impaled herself with his dick.

“That’s better!” she gasped with delight. “He went to town and won’t be back for a bit. We’ve got some time to fuck. I guess I’ll have to strangle you to keep you hard.”

She pulled on the rope, threatening to cut off his air as she bounced up and down on his hardened dick. William rasped for breath, trying to indicate she didn’t have to pull quite so tight and that he’d willingly fuck her. But she wasn’t listening. If strangling him was the only way to keep him hard then she was willing to do it.

She faced him with her sagging tits hanging in his face. She pulled on the rope, her pussy milking his hard dick. He jerked and gasped as he kept trying to breathe. His cock twitched inside her from the effects of being strangled. It was humiliating as hell being asphyxiated in order to get off the ugly bitch.

She rode him hard, savagely milking him until she cried out and then squirted all over him. His cock spurted up inside her as he continued to rasp for breath. But she didn’t let up, continuing to pull on the rope. She wanted another one and she didn’t care how much he suffered for it.

William’s face turned red as she bounced up and down on his softening dick while pulling on the rope. It felt like his neck was starting to stretch. But when his cock slipped out she let out an angry cry.

She climbed off and pulled on the rope, bringing him to his feet again. She pulled until he was back up on his toes, rasping and gurgling. It wasn’t long until his cock hardened right back up.

“I guess I’ll just have to keep hanging you to get what I want, boy,” she cackled with sadistic glee. “Now you’re nice and hard again.” Then she eased up on the rope until he was once more sitting in the bed of straw, twisting and struggling to free himself as he tried to breathe.

Once more she climbed into his lap and impaled herself on his cock, giving the rope an extra tug any time he threatened to go soft on her. Then she eagerly rode him again, her pussy milking his twitching dick. This time he lasted longer as she continued to strangle him until it got so bad he passed out.

When consciousness returned she was gone. The rope had been removed from around his neck and was back in place dangling from the bean overhead. His neck was sore as hell and it hurt to take a decent breath now that the gag had been returned.

He winced with dismay when he discovered he’d shit and pissed himself. He smelled bad and it was mixed in with the straw. He tried to crawl away from it but it still smelled awful.

His stomach growled; he was hungry again. And it was really starting to smell inside the barn. William found himself wondering just how long this was going to go on before he could somehow make his escape.

The pickup returned; he heard the sound of the vehicle outside the barn. The door slammed and he heard footsteps. The outer door to the barn was opened, followed a short time later by the inner door.

“Miss me, boy?” the farmer asked with a sadistic grin. “I sure missed ‘angin’ ya and fuckin’ that tight ass of yers.” Then he wrinkled his nose.

“What’s that smell?” Then he looked angrily at his captive. “Did ya shit yerself, boy?”

He angrily grabbed William and pulled him to his feet, standing him directly underneath the noose. “Can’t ‘ave ya smellin’ like all the other animals, can we, boy?” Then he noosed him and tied the rope off, pulling him up onto his toes and leaving him precariously balanced, struggling to breathe as his cock stiffened yet again.

The farmer removed the gag from his mouth. Then he left the little room inside the barn. It didn’t take long for William’s cock to fully harden. But he was afraid he might strangle to death if left this way for too long.

The farmer returned with a running hose in his hand. He sprayed William down with cold water, washing away all the dirt and filth. It left him trembling from the cold as goose pimples broke out all over his body.

“Damn, boy; ya look good to me! I think I’m gonna have to ‘ang ya again!” Then he took the hose out of the room before returning to eagerly pull on the rope.

William let out an “URK” as he was lifted up into the air once more. His feet started to flutter again as his hard cock twitched. Pre-cum glistened out of the tip as the farmer gave him a push, setting him to twisting and swaying back and forth.

He began fighting the noose once more as the thick coil choked the life out of him. The farmer smiled at him as he pulled out his dick and stroked it. “I told some of the guys in town about ya, boy. They’re gonna come out after supper and ‘elp me ‘ang ya while fuckin’ that nice ass of yers. And speakin’ of which…”

The farmer stepped up, grabbed him and then twisted him around until he was facing away. He pressed his hard cock against William’s puckered anus. Then with an abrupt shove he was in.

The college teen let out a squawk, shuddering as his hard cock twitched while his face started to turn red from lack of air. Then he spurted as the farmer once more enjoyed his ass. It hurt like hell being butt-fucked while dangling from the noose. But each time the farmer gave a good hard thrust upward, there was a moment’s relief from the horrible strain of the coil around his neck.

The farmer raped him for a good five minutes before his cock finally went off inside William’s ass. “I just can’t stay ‘ard for long fuckin’ yer twitchin’ ass as you ‘ang, boy! The guys in town are gonna love ya!”

He gave one last thrust to allow William’s clenching ass to milk him dry. Then he pulled out and gave him another push. “Let’s see ya ‘ang, boy!”

The bound college student twisted and swung in the noose as cum leaked out of his ass to slither down the inside of his legs. His face turned dark red as he struggled to breathe. His legs jerked as his feet fluttered, his secured arms flopping animatedly behind his back.

The farmer reached out and grabbed onto the teen’s still erect cock. “You always cum when I ‘ang ya, don’t ya, boy! At least yer havin’ a little fun too!” Then he laughed as William’s world started to get dizzy, his vision dimming around the edges.

He kicked and jerked a few seconds longer. Then he let out a gurgle as his feet fluttered. He was dimly aware of the farmer saying something about needing to get him down to keep him around a little while longer before he passed out again…

When William regained consciousness he was out of the noose in a crumpled heap in the bed of straw. The farmer was gone, the noose back to dangling from its normal location. The gag was back in his mouth, not that he would have been able to find his voice to cry out in any event.

He began to despair of his situation. How long was this going to go on? What was going to happen to him? Was the farmer and his wife going to hang him someday just to keep him quiet? Would he ever see his mother again? Would he ever get back to college?

Time passed as the sun went down, the illumination in the room softening through the window above. William was hungry again. A few scraps of bread weren’t nearly enough to satisfy his need for food.

The sun was going down and it was getting darker in the room when he heard a pickup pull into the drive. The engine shut off and he heard fading footsteps. A few minutes later there was another pickup. He heard a third one pull into the drive a short time later.

He remembered the farmer’s words about some guys from town coming out to help hang him. Was this true, was he about to be abused and hanged all over again? Would he be allowed to live after this? Or would he be killed? He suddenly found himself desperately wanting to live.

A few minutes later he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the barn. He distinctly heard the farmer’s voice telling someone, “’E’s in the barn, fellers. Every time I think of ‘im in there ‘angin’ from the noose I get ‘orny and ‘ave to go ‘ang ‘im all over again.”

“What’s he like, Lloyd?” a male voice asked.

“Elmer, ‘e’s nice and tight when ‘e ‘angs. ‘Is ass really clenches when ‘e’s strangling in the noose.”

William stiffened in alarm as he heard them reach the outer door. They were going to hang him again! Once more his damned cock began to stir as though trained to stiffen at the first sign of the farmer’s arrival.

“Is he good at sucking dick, Lloyd?” A different voice.

“Ya’ll find out in a moment, Newell. ‘E’s always got to tip ‘is ‘angman before ‘e gets strung up.” That’s when William heard the outer door open.

“And when he hangs, Lloyd?” a fourth voice asked.

“That’s what makes me so ‘ard, fellers. That’s when I ‘ave to enjoy me some ass while ‘e’s dangling in the noose.”

William gasped in alarm as the inner door opened. The farmer came in carrying his lantern. Following him in were three other men, all in their forties and fifties. They were muscular as though used to hard, heavy work. And they hungrily eyed him like a fresh piece of meat.

“There ‘e is, fellers,” the farmer motioned. “’E shit ‘imself earlier so I ‘ad to clean ‘im up a bit.”

“He doesn’t look like much,” one of the famer’s in his fifties observed dubiously.

“Just wait until you see ‘im kick, Newell.” Then he leaned down and grabbed William by an arm, pulling him to his feet… “C’mere, boy. Let’s show the fellers what ya look like when yer ‘angin’.”

He dragged him over underneath the noose as William tried to struggle to break free, his cock once more starting to harden noticeably. The noose was pulled down and looped right over his head, the knot cinched close to his left ear. “Now show the fellers what ya look like when yer ‘angin’, boy.”

He pulled on the rope, taking William right up off the straw bedding. He grunted into the gag in his mouth as he started to wriggle and kick.  His cock hardened shamefully as he tried to pull air down his constricted windpipe.

“Go a’ead and give ‘im a push, Newell.” So the one man in his fifties pushed William, setting him to swaying back and forth as he twisted in place. Somehow the farmer grasping the rope managed to unzip his fly without losing his grip.

William rasped and gurgled, his neck hurting like hell. His hard cock twitched in reaction to his strangulation and humiliation. The farmer pointed it right out to the others.

“See ‘ow ‘e likes it, fellers? ‘E always gets ‘ard and spurts his cream all over the straw. Makes me good and ‘ard too. Go a’ead and take out those dicks, fellers. It doesn’t bother ‘im a bit.”

Several flies were unzipped as William continued to kick and swing. The thickness of the rope prolonged both consciousness and agony. The farmer finally let him down until he was standing none too steadily on his feet.

“’Oo else wants to ‘ang ‘im? ‘Ow about ya, Elmer?”

A farmer in his late forties grabbed onto the rope as his cock hung exposed. He gave it a pull, jerking William back up into the air. That’s when the college student began to kick and struggle all over again.

“What’s he sound like?” the one named Newell wanted to know.

“Let ‘im back down, Elmer, so I can take the gag out of ‘is mouth.” Elmer eased William back down onto the ground before the farmer stepped forward and pulled the gag out. “Now take ‘im back up, Elmer, so Newell can listen to ‘im strangle.” Elmer pulled on the rope, taking the college student back up into the air.

The pain around his neck returned in a rush as William started rasping for breath. Farmer Lloyd went back to stroking his cock, encouraging the others to follow suit as the forty-something farmer grasped onto the rope. Elmer’s impressive cock twitched without seeming to need any manual stimulation, no doubt from the sight of seeing the young man strangle in the noose.

William kicked and struggled, twisting in place as his naked body gently swayed back and forth. His hard cock bounced visibly to the delight of the onlookers. “Ya should make ‘im suck ‘is ‘angman, Elmer,” the farmer suggested.

Elmer looked at him with a smile and then lowered William back down. “On yer knees, boy!” the farmer demanded, forcing William down. “Give yer ‘angman a blowjob before he strings ya back up. Step right up, Elmer, and get yer just due.”

The forty-something farmer stepped forward until his cock was in William’s face. “Suck it, boy!” Farmer Lloyd declared with a savage slap to the face. William whimpered as he dutifully took Elmer’s cock into his mouth, his face flushed with embarrassment. What appalled him was the fact that all these farmers were sporting rather massive erections.

“’Ow’s that, Elmer?” the farmer wanted to know. “’E’s been gettin’ a little better with practice.”

“Not bad, Lloyd; not bad.”

“Ya can cum in ‘is mouth or ya can wait to give ‘im a good butt-fucking if ya want.”

“Take him back into the air, Elmer,” Newell gasped excitedly as he stroked his manhood. “I like the way he swings.”

“I do too,” Elmer agreed as he hefted on the rope. His cock slipped out of William’s mouth as the college student was pulled back to his feet and then all the way up into the air.

He rasped and gurgled, his legs kicking and jerking while still bound at the ankles. Everyone but Elmer was beating his meat. William was utterly humiliated the way they enjoyed stroking while he was strangling in the noose.

“Anybody else?” the farmer asked. “’Ow about you, Morgan?”

“Don’t mind if I do, Lloyd,” the fourth farmer said as he stepped up. He looked to be in his mid-fifties.

Elmer let William down before handing the rope over to Morgan. “Make ‘im blow ‘is ‘angman, Morgan,” the farmer instructed, pushing William down upon his knees again.

Morgan wasted no time stepping forward. He grabbed the naked college student by the back of the head, forcing his hard cock into the open mouth. He appeared to be the more aggressive of the quartet as he thrust hard, hitting the back of the throat.

William gagged and gurgled, his face flushed with embarrassment. His cock twitched relentlessly, shamefully dripping pre-cum. If only there was some way of escaping this hell on earth.

“The cocksucker’s got a good mouth on him,” Morgan observed approvingly. “Now let’s see him swing.” And with that he pulled hard on the rope.

William let out an “URK” as he was hauled up into the air. His legs kicked instinctively as his arms jerked animatedly behind his back. His cock twitched as he dripped more pre-cum.

The guys all stood back admiringly, stroking themselves as William put on a show. The young man gawked and gurgled as he twisted this way and that. His naked body gently swayed back and forth as he rasped for breath, his hard cock twitching.

“Make sure Newell gets his cock sucked, Morgan!” Farmer Lloyd instructed. Morgan let William back down until he crumped onto his knees.

The elderly Newell stepped up and thrust his cock forward. When William hesitated, Farmer Lloyd slapped his face hard… “Suck it, boy!”

He opened his mouth and took the thick, smelly cock inside, using his tongue while trying to catch his breath. Maybe if he satisfied them sexually they wouldn’t feel the need to hang him anymore. As long as he wasn’t dangling in the air he stood a decent chance of surviving this.

“’E’s not bad, eh Newell?” Lloyd asked his friend.

“Not bad at all,” the farmer agreed, thrusting harder into the young man’s mouth. William gagged and gurgled, but wisely chose not to resist.

“Take him back up, Newell,” Morgan ordered. “I want to suck his cock while he’s in the air.”

“You always were one sick bastard, Morgan.”

“No sicker than you, Newell!” And with that Newell hefted on the rope.

William let out another cry as he was jerked back up into the air. This time he was lifted even higher. It scared him half to death as his feet started to kick, his breath rasping in his throat. His hard cock was now at eye level with the sadistic farmers.

Farmer Morgan grabbed his legs to keep from being kicked. Then he took the college student’s twitching, dripping cock into his mouth. William’s eyes rolled as he responded by spurting into the old bastard’s mouth.

“Well I’ll be! ‘E likes cummin’ in your mouth, Morgan.”

“Now it’s my turn to cum in his ass, Lloyd.”

“Fair enough. Newell, bring ‘im down and tie ‘im off so we can enjoy ‘is ass.”

Newell lowered William until his feet fluttered mere inches above the bed of straw below. Then Morgan stepped behind, grabbed hold and found his puckered anus with his dick. One swift thrust and he was in, causing the college boy to let out a garbled cry.

He raped him good and hard, enjoying the grunts the naked teen made with each hard thrust. William struggled to pull a decent breath of air down his windpipe. His face was flushed, his head feeling swollen from lack of air.

Morgan thrust good and hard, taking his time to savor the young man’s clenching ass. It wasn’t long before the farmer let out a cry. William was humiliated to feel a load of cream shoot deep up his rectum.

Morgan pulled out and gave him a push. Cum dripped out of his ass as he swung back and forth in the noose. “Look at ‘im go, fellers,” Lloyd observed happily. “’E looks like ’e really loves it. Yer up next, Elmer.”

Farmer Elmer stepped behind William to steady his naked body. He pushed his thick cock against the puckered hole until it slid right in from the lubrication of the previous creampie. Then he started grunting as the second farmer raped his clenching ass, his semi-hard cock still leaking cum from his previous release.

William felt panic start to well up inside him. He could hardly breathe at all… and there were four of them wanting a turn. What if he didn’t survive?? He really wanted to live!

Elmer gave it to him good and hard as his cock shamefully began to stiffen up once more. “See ‘ow ‘e ‘ardens back up, fellers?” Farmer Lloyd pointed out. “’E really loves it!”

William rasped for breath as the second cock thrust hard up his ass. With another cry he felt a second explosion of cum up his butt. When the farmer pulled out he could feel it leaking out of his anus, feel the cream slithering down the inside of his legs.

Elmer gave him a push and he started swaying back and forth again. “Look at all that cum dribblin’ down ‘is legs, fellers! ‘E’s going to get a lot of it tonight fer sure!” There was laughter at William’s expense.

His head felt swollen, his face turning a dark shade of red when Morgan stepped up. He was grabbed by the shoulders as a hard cock pushed against his butt-hole. Then it slid in hard, causing him to jerk uncomfortably.

The farmer cruelly raped his ass as William struggled to take in any sliver of air he could get. He was starting to lose feeling in his toes and it scared him. He tried to warn the guys to go easy on him. But his tongue had thickened and was starting to protrude out of his mouth.

Morgan raped him good and hard as his ass clenched around the cock thrusting inside. His world was nothing but breathless pain around the area of his neck as well as the horrid feeling of needing to take a dump. But there was no relief in sight.

The farmer pumped him hard until he felt yet another load of cum up his butt. There was no more room as it leaked out and slithered down his legs. Then Morgan pulled out and gave him a push, setting him to swaying back and forth yet again.

His toes fluttered as his eyes glazed over. Muscles started to spasm haphazardly as his cock dripped and twitched. Then his captor grabbed him from behind and thrust hard up his ass. “My turn, boy. Remember me? Time to fuck that sweet ass of yers!”

There were three good hard thrusts before his own cock began to leak cum out of the tip. It twitched as drool fell off his tongue to splatter onto his chest and down his stomach. He twitched and jerked as Farmer Lloyd enjoyed his ass once more.

He couldn’t feel anything below his knees anymore. And his hands were going numb. He couldn’t move his lips, couldn’t move his legs… couldn’t even tell if his toes were wriggling. That’s when William knew he was dying, and it terrified him.

He tried to cry out but no words would come. He tried to force air past his vocal cords. But his lungs heaved in his chest without effect. Then he couldn’t feel anything below his waist.

Farmer Lloyd pumped him good and hard until he received a fourth load of cum up his ass. But he didn’t feel it… didn’t feel the streamers slithering down his legs anymore. Death rattled in his throat as his eyes glazed over, his cock stiff and dripping. Then Farmer Lloyd was ass-fucking a corpse.

He pulled out, causing more cum to trail down the young man’s legs. Then he gave the naked body a push. William swung back and forth, twisting lifelessly inside the barn. This time cum dripped out of the tip of his cock as he twitched in death.

“He spurted again,” a farmer observed.

“They always do that, Morgan.”

“Hey Lloyd, I think we killed him,” Newell observed as he stepped forward.

“No we didn’t, Newell. ‘E can take it.”

“No, Lloyd; I think we really killed him.”

“We didn’t! “E’s still ‘ard and drippin’. Wake up, boy and give us a show!” He pushed the young man, but William lazily swung back and forth with no signs of life whatsoever.

“He’s dead, Lloyd.”

“’E ain’t dead, Elmer!”

“Take a look for yourself.”

The farmer stopped the naked body and looked closely. Then he felt for a pulse. “Well son of a bitch!”

Morgan knelt down and took William’s cock into his mouth. He sucked on it but there was only a twitch or two. He tasted a little cum but otherwise the college teen did not respond to his oral ministrations. “Yup, I think we killed him,” he finally stated to no one in particular as he stood upright.

“What do we do now, Lloyd?”

“’Is mouth’s still good fer blowjobs, Newell.  And ‘is ass still good fer fuckin’. So we enjoy the corpse while we can, fellers.”

“Fair enough,” Morgan observed as he untied the rope. “Right now I want him to suck my cock.”

“’E won’t be doin’ much suckin’, Morgan. But yer welcome to his mouth.”

The farmers spent the next couple of hours sexually abusing William’s corpse. Then they strung him back up and left him dangling. Lloyd saw them all out to their vehicles and said his goodbyes before he returned, a disappointed man.

“Ya died too soon, boy. I was just getting’ used to enjoyin’ ‘angin’ ya. Oh well… it ‘appens. I’ll dispose of yer body in the mornin’. I already got rid of yer car so no one’ll come lookin’ fer ya. Damn shame ya ‘ad to die so fast.” Then he sighed as he took the lantern and left, closing the door behind him to leave William’s sexually abused corpse dangling naked from the noose, cum leaking out of his mouth and ass…

© 2016 (written for wllmfrnkln Jul 20 ’16 by riwa)

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The new film 3.7 (10)

The new film

By Carolyn and Riwa

Dan was sitting on the deck of his swimming pool.  He was drinking a beer and watching one of the many movies from a company called Aquafans.  Their specialty was making fetish movies for people like himself.  Specifically, it was those whose fetish was watching girls drown.  He had quite a collection, and had found even more like them on the internet.  Still, sitting there with his Ipad on his lap, he wasn’t happy.

Things just weren’t the way that they used to be.  Once upon a time he’d feel himself get hard and rub one out by watching his fetish collection.  Now he was just bored.  At one point it had just become unrealistic because the girls could always hold their breath for 20 minutes, and sometimes even more.  Also, he’d seen them all dozens of times and there were just no more to be seen.  Sitting there, he just closed the Ipad and thought “now I could do a better job than that, and maybe even sell a few.”  He thought about it and mulled it over for several days.  With time an idea came to him and he set his plan into motion.

The first thing that needed to be done was to get the right equipment.  That was the easy part since underwater cameras weren’t hard to get and, as an expert scuba diver, he could be his own cameraman.  Getting the right actress would be the hard part.  She had to be young, with an excellent figure who could swim well and was just 18 but not over 24.  Dan even put out a casting call in the local paper and used his home pool as his testing studio.

Things didn’t prove to be as difficult as he had thought they would.  Rather than getting 2-3 girls calling with interest he was inundated with young ladies who wanted to audition.  He let the paper run his ad for a week before he took it down.  Each screening had him in the pool with the girl who was auditioning.  He didn’t have them do a drowning sequence.  Dan didn’t want to tip his hand so he just had them model in their swimwear in, out, on top of, and underneath the water.  After that first week he had 107 auditions to sort through.  Dan felt that it was best to pick out several and keep several more in reserve.  Then he began to do just that.

It was a lot of video to sort through. There were a lot of girls to review. He was a little surprised so many had responded to his ad. Some were aspiring actresses; others wanted to become models. There were those who were ambitious and those who were curious.

He spent several hours looking at footage and comparing notes. Modeling was one thing; starring in a video a totally different situation entirely. What he wanted would depend on how well they could perform underwater.

It took a while to narrow down the field. Some were in it as a lark; most of those he threw away except for a few intriguing possibilities. The others he sorted depending on how well they filled out a swimsuit. After all, he was a male… and if a girl didn’t appeal to him, chances are she wouldn’t appeal to the audience he had in mind.

After a while he began to whittle down his list. He had a number of callbacks to contact. Then it was only a matter of devising the scenarios he envisioned. After all, he had underwater action in mind and he needed these girls to be able to perform.

After watching and re-watching what he thought were most favorable prospects for what he had in mind, he called back 10 of the girls.  He’d decided to come up with two who were serious and two who’d he’d use as understudies.  After watching all of the auditions he’d decided that she had to be physically fit but not a gym rat, have long hair (but the color didn’t matter), and be no more than 24 years old.

Although that age group wouldn’t be a problem, he reconsidered.  On the one hand it was obvious that some of the girls were lying and were still in High School and he didn’t need that hassle.  Also, he wanted to be different so maybe an older woman might work as well (as long as she wasn’t gumming her food and could walk on her own).

Dan made his calls and scheduled each of the ladies for a call back.  Once they arrived, one at a time, he brought them back to the pool and had them each do laps and then, while he was in the pool, pretend to do a drowning scene.  In the end the finalists were:

Lisa; She was 22 with long red hair that went halfway down her back and had worn a bikini that was the same color as her hair.

Jamie:  Shoulder length brown hair and a slightly larger frame.  She was 34 but still a looker.

For his understudies he picked:

Tonya: at 20 she was the youngest of the bunch.  She was the only brunette in the group and her hair went just past her shoulders.  On the one hand, she was the least experienced swimmer but she was also the most experienced actress in the group.

Last of all there was Betty.  She had a simple farm girl look about her and had accidentally showed up in a black one piece instead of the bikini.  Her inability to follow directions bothered him but she was the most attractive of the group. So Dan put her in the understudy group instead of bouncing her.

Once he was done getting the necessary materials together, doing the boat rental, and all the other details he made his first call.

“Hello, Lisa? This is Dan. I want you to know I picked you out of all the girls I auditioned and called back over the last few days.” She responded by telling him she was thrilled he had picked her.

“Listen, The scene I have in mind requires open water. How comfortable are you in open water?” She told him she was happy doing anything so long as she got a little money out of the deal the way he had discussed with her earlier.

“Fine; fine. Can you meet me down at the marina? I have a boat all rented out. I thought you would enjoy a nice ride out on open water while we get ready to film this. Consider it my way of saying thank you for responding to my ad and being so enthusiastic about my project.”

She told him she was more than happy about it. She was a little hesitant about doing a drowning scene. But mostly he’d just asked her to bubble and float. Since those involved doing a little acting while holding her breath she figured she would be up to the challenge.

“I’ll try to come up with a little bit more for you to do, Lisa. I know you were interested in taking some acting lessons. Maybe this film I’m wanting to make will further your acting career. I know we’re only talking about being underwater here. But you do have to act underwater. So it would make a nice addition to your portfolio.”

She responded over the phone how appreciative she was to have this opportunity. She said deeper water should be no problem because she was used to treading water. And a ride in a boat sounded like a lot of fun.

“That’s great, Lisa. I’ll meet you down at the marina. I’ll be right there at the entrance so you shouldn’t miss me. I’m looking forward to working with you.” She thanked him and then hung up.

Dan went out to the Marina, determined to beat Lisa there.  The boat, and all of its supplies, were already there and waiting.  An hour later, Lisa arrived.  She was wearing cut-off jeans and a white shirt. But it was easy to see that same red bikini under her shirt.  Her hair, which had gone all the way down, was tied up so as not to get in the way.

“Thanks for being punctual,” he said.

“Thank you for choosing me,” she replied.  “I really appreciate the chance.”

Dan nodded and turned the engine over.  As he untied the boat and set out he told Lisa about the part that he wanted her to play.  As he drove the boat to the middle of the clear lake, being careful that there were no other boats around, he told her that she needed to play the part of a good friend to another actress who, as a character element device, falls overboard and starts drowning to bring out the main characters courage.

She bought it.

They were approaching the middle of the lake and Lisa saw Dan reach down into a bag by his feet.   The engine died and, not turning, told her that she need to change into her swimwear.

Lisa started to take off her shirt. But before it was off, while her arms will still trapped, she felt Dan grab her from behind.  She cried out as a cloth was suddenly forced against her face, covering her nose and mouth.  She tried to fight back but quickly lost consciousness because of the chloroform that Dan had soaked the rag with.

Dan lowered Lisa onto the deck, untied her hair, and finished taking off her street clothes.  He couldn’t help but get a little hard looking at her in the bikini.  He told himself that he had made a good first choice.

Dan thought about what he was going to do next. The camera would need to be ready to record what he wanted. After all, he would only have one shot at this.

As he looked at her lying there in her bikini he thought about all those videos he had watched and how they had been losing their luster as of late. Was he prepared to go through with this? He certainly thought so as he wanted something a little more “realistic”.

He looked down at Lisa again. He was definitely glad he had chosen her, definitely glad she’d agreed to come out on the boat with him. She would be a prime candidate for his first video. He just hoped he wouldn’t screw anything up during the video portion of his plan.

“Ok,” he told himself. “It’s showtime.” Then he smiled at Lisa lying prone on the deck. He was definitely getting hard just thinking about this…

Lisa slowly came awake and felt the water against her skin.  Her head hurt from the chloroform but she realized that she was surrounded by water and would have already drowned if not for the air regulator that was taped to her mouth so that it couldn’t fall out.  She breathed deeply, trying to clear her head and analyze her situation.

She looked up and saw that she was easily 70 feet below the surface and could see the clear blue sky above it.  Her hands were bound in front of her by a cord and she immediately pushed off the bottom and kicked to the surface.  She was surprised when she didn’t go up and realized that is was because her legs were not responding to what her brain was telling them to do.  She looked around, frantically trying to see what was holding them down, but found nothing.

Then she saw Dan in front of her.  He was holding a sign with large block letters written on it.  She squinted, trying to read it but it was difficult since she had no mask and her long red hair kept floating in front of her face.  As Dan came closer, in full scuba gear, she was able to make it out.

“Don’t worry about your legs,” the sign said, “Before I brought you down I put an anesthetic in your spine.  You’re legs are paralyzed and won’t respond or work for several hours.  The good part is that you won’t feel any pain during our filming.  Clear so far?”

Lisa nodded.

Dan flipped the sign over and she read the other side.  “Now if I were you I’d swim for the surface.”

Helpless, she watched as he came close with some very expensive underwater camera equipment.  Still unnerved, she watched him go behind her and felt the regulator yanked out from her mouth and felt the knife go under her shoulders and slit the rope binding her hands together.

Free, but without air, she swam for the surface with all the strength she could find. She didn’t pay any attention to Dan as he followed her up, keeping the camera between them.

Lisa was a good swimmer, something that she had proved during her audition. But her entire lower body was deadweight, her legs useless.  Still, she kept pulling for all she was worth, trying to get to the surface.  Dan watched, smiling behind his camera, as her cheeks puffed up and her long red hair trailed behind her.

Lisa felt herself starting to fade, the weight of her body to much for just her arms to handle. But with a final effort she was able to break through the surface.  Her nose and mouth were blocked by her own hair and she quickly brushed it aside and took deep breathes.

Her arms were killing her and she tried, to no avail, to kick away. But whatever Dan had used on her was still working perfectly.  Still, in the open air, she was able to get just enough air to maintain the strength that her arms needed to keep her head above water.

Lisa took a desperate look around, wanting to signal for help. But she didn’t see any other boats.

There were bubbles in front of her as Dan broke the water, well out of her reach. He took out his own regulator but never dropped the camera down.

“Not bad for our first take…but that was just the rehearsal.  Now we’re going to do the real shoot.”

Lisa watched as Dan swam under. Then she was yanked under the surface, being pulled down by her legs.  As she went down and her lungs started to pull, she saw the air tank that she had abandoned.  Turning, she used her arms to swim down to it. Dan was more than happy to let her go.

Lisa took large gasps of air from the regulator and propped herself up on the bottom, waiting for Dan to join her below.  The air tank showed 3/4 left. But that didn’t do anything to alleviate the terror that she was feeling.

This whole thing felt insane. What was he trying to do to her?? He never mentioned knocking her out or paralyzing her legs during the audition!

It didn’t make sense; she had barely made it to the surface using only her arms. She didn’t like this at all. Now she was scared… and she wanted to go home.

She sat on the lake bottom wondering what the hell kind of scene he wanted at this depth. And where were the safety divers? She’d expected to remain close to the surface; that she could have handled. But this… this was crazy!

She inhaled deeply from the regulator, watching in alarm as Dan came down to her. Now she didn’t trust him anymore… couldn’t trust him anymore. Nothing about this gave her any sense of ease or comfort.

She tried to move her legs again and found they still didn’t function. That was the worst of it all. It made no sense for him to cripple her like that. Didn’t he realize she needed her legs to swim around? What the hell was he thinking??

She watched as Dan came towards her.  He constantly kept the camera between the two of them and went this way and that, obviously trying to capture her at every angle and vantage that he could.  Lisa tried to follow him as he circled around. But she accidentally wrapped herself up in the regulator’s hose.  She kept having to take out the regulator to untangle herself, although he made no move to take it away from her.

Lisa was able to get a quick glance at the meter. It showed that she had a tad over half a tank left.  Again, she pushed up with her arms and kicked for the surface, but her legs just stayed on the bottom.

Dan was truly enjoying himself.  He liked the look in her eyes with no mask to hide them.  Her struggle above had even gotten him hard and he was able to capture it from every angle.  Right now her hair floating was what was turning him on the most.

It was time to finish filming though.

For a second time he yanked away her regulator and pulled it out of reach.  All the while, Lisa had been taking deep breaths, preparing herself for what she knew was coming.  The moment it was gone she brought out her arms and went into gear, going for the air at the surface again.

Something was wrong though.  She didn’t feel any pain but did notice how her hip moved when Dan acted.  Still behind the camera, he had pulled a dive knife out and stabbed her in the legs.  She felt no pain and for a moment her sight was obscured by the blood that was coming out of her.

Pulling for all she was worth, Lisa found the surface again but realized that it was just the two of them.  Trying her best, she was able to keep treading water and stay in the air.  And, once again, there was Dan in front of her.  She lunged at him but didn’t come close.

Still, treading water and keeping her head above the surface, she suddenly started to feel a bit light headed.  Her head slipped under for a moment but she was able to use her arms to pull herself up again.  Still, it was becoming harder and harder for her to do it.

Looking down, she cried out in horror as she realized that there was too much blood coming out of her leg and starting to weaken her.

She looked at Dan in astonishment. Why the hell had he stabbed her? What the hell was he doing? She was bleeding out in the water; what was he thinking??

She kept trying to stay at the surface, her arms sculling like crazy. But she was becoming exhausted. She was also feeling faint.

She took one last look at him before she slipped under the surface. This time she didn’t have the strength to scull herself back up. She tried pulling with her arms but her bleeding legs were dead weight. She couldn’t make them kick, couldn’t make them function.

She was going to die out here; she knew that now. She couldn’t explain it; there was no rhyme or reason for it. He’d simply brought her out here to kill her… and now she was going to drown, too weakened to reach the surface again.

With a final burst of her reserves Lisa was able to pull her body back up to the surface.  Her head barely broke the water.  Tilting her head back she took a final breath of air before she slipped under again.  Then she began a slow descent down.   She kept telling her legs to kick, but they weren’t listening.

Dan went down with her, but paused before he followed so that he could get an angle from up top.  Her arms with their weakening efforts and her hair swishing around was getting to him.

Still sinking, Lisa spied the oxygen tank below.  She turned her body so that it was facing downward and swam for it. But in the end she had lost too much blood and was too weak to make it all the way.  Dan watched and filmed, only a few feet away, as her cheeks puffed out and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth.

Her body started to hitch and suddenly she lost the air that she was holding.  She made a final effort for the tank but was still almost twenty feet away when she was overwhelmed by the lack of air and blood.  Dan moved in and got a great shot of her face as her neck arched back and her eyes closed.

Lisa’s limbs extended out in all directions and she eventually settled on the bottom, less than five feet from the tank that could have helped her.  Dan kept her in full view of his camera and kept filming until she had been on the bottom for over five minutes.

Dan stopped filming and looked at his watch.  From the time that she had managed to grab her last breath until she passed out was about a minute and a half.

“Twenty minutes…who are they kidding?” he thought to himself.

Swimming up, and looking back down at poor Lisa, he started to wonder if he should try to make another film or not.

© 2016 (written by Carolyn and Riwa Jul 11 ’16)

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Condom roulette (1&2) 4.3 (12)

1

I always was a kinky bitch. I loved asphyxiation during sex, any kind of risky, breathless activity that pushed the envelope. I loved the idea of being strangled to death while fucking my lover. And he knew of my lusts.

We experimented with a number of different scenarios, each one hotter than the last. Once I sat on his cock in a chair while he garroted me from behind. I came so hard I orgasmed all over his lap before I slipped into unconsciousness.

Another time he prepared a thick noose for me to wear. Then he fucked me while I was in the air. It hurt like hell, but it was such a turn-on that I came so very hard all over his glorious cock inside me.

Lately sex had been getting a little bit stale. Our fucking had settled into a bit of a routine, even though we still did a little experimenting. Maybe I needed a bigger high.

One night he came home to find me surfing asphyxia sites on my computer. “Can’t get enough, eh?” he asked, shaking his head. “Maybe I should hang you for real?”

“Maybe you should,” I laughed at him. But I doubt either one of us meant it.

He kissed me hard and those familiar feelings began to stir. He picked me up in his arms and carried me off to our bedroom. Then he left, only to return with a small package.

“What’s that?” I wanted to know as a feeling of excitement began to build within me. “Something new?”

“You could say that, honey. I had something special ordered for you. I’m just wondering whether or not you’re interested.”

“What have you got?”

“Condoms. Lubricated, ribbed condoms.”

“Bor-ring!!”

“Not these, honey. One of these has been laced with a poisonous compound mixed with the lube. Once it comes in contact with the skin it is absorbed into the body and makes its way directly into the blood stream. The result is, well…” He paused while smiling knowingly at me.

“…painful?” I offered, feeling a surge of arousal at what he’d just brought home.

“Lethal, I’m afraid.”

“Lethal?? You’ve got to be kidding!”

“There’s a one in 20 chance of me putting on the wrong one. The results for you would be… well… I guess I’d have to go out and get another lover.”

I gasped incredulously. Then I gave him a dubious smile. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’ve been assured one of the condoms inside is lethally lubricated.”

I stared at him and the box in his hand. At first I couldn’t believe he had brought home something so lethal. But the more I thought about it the more aroused I became.

He threw me onto the bed and virtually ripped my clothes off. Then he shed his clothes and proceeded to take me hard and violent. It was glorious.

In no time at all he had fucked an orgasm right out of me. But the whole time I was thinking about that damned box of condoms. Would I be tempted… could I be?? It was certainly one hell of a risk.

I was getting horny again so he ate me out until I was screaming his name in orgasm. Then he was on top of me in the missionary position, fucking me hard and fast. But the whole time my mind was still on those damned condoms.

“I’m getting close,” he told me as he thrust good and hard.

“Wait! Stop for a second!”

“What? Why?”

“I want you to… I want you to put one on.”

“Are you sure?”

Hell no, I wasn’t sure! My heart was pounding a mile a minute. But the thought of him cumming inside me as the condom of death killed me was erotic as hell. Besides, we wouldn’t be that unlucky to pick the first one, would we?

“How long until it takes effect?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied. “Probably a few minutes. I suspect it wouldn’t take long until you started to feel it… that is, if we picked the wrong one. Are you backing out now?”

I winced with uncertainty. Then I blurted out, “Put one on!”

“Are you sure?”

“Put one on, damnit!”

“Once it’s inside you it’ll be a little too late to change your mind.”

“Put it on, damn you!”

I watched in wide-eyed fascination as he took one out. The box came with a set of latex gloves which he used to roll one onto his hard cock. Then he looked at me expectantly.

I went over on my back on the bed, bringing up my knees for deeper penetration. “Do it!” I gasped. I was trembling so hard I thought I was going to explode.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Do it before I change my mine, ok? Just hurry up and DO IT!” And just like that he climbed on and slid it right into my wet, throbbing cunt.

Oh fuck; what had I done??!!

I went nuts as he started fucking me. Already my mind was going crazy wondering if the one he’d picked was going to kill me. But it was too late now.

He had barely started fucking me when I clenched around his shaft, screaming his name in orgasm. The thought I’d just condemned myself to a painful death-fuck was arousing as hell. I shuddered like crazy, screaming his name while begging him to fuck the shit out of me.

I had three massive orgasms before he finally came inside me. That ribbed condom absolutely drove me wild. He finally pumped me hard, crying out his release.

He pulled out, took the condom off and upended it until his cream dribbled into my mouth. He fed me his entire load and I swallowed it all. Then we lay there cuddling together as we panted for breath.

“Fuck, that was incredible!” I gasped breathlessly. It had been a long time since I’d cum that hard.

“I guess you live to see another day,” he said with a grin.

“No more!” I told him. “That was scary as hell! But I came so fucking hard.” He just looked at me with a smile as though knowing I’d just made one promise I was never going to be able to keep…

(for Bedeyes, June 20 ’16)

2

For several days we never even mentioned the box of condoms. I don’t know if we were both avoiding the subject or what. But it was never far from my mind.

I kept thinking about what it would be like to try my luck again. I would often pause by the dresser where they’d been put away, staring for long moments. Then I’d be forced to shake myself out of my reverie and carry on.

One night after dinner we were sitting on the couch watching a movie neither one of us were particularly interested in. I was leaning against his chest and he was absentmindedly stroking my breasts through my blouse. I was getting all worked up.

I thought about that box of condoms and I got the shivers something fierce. I couldn’t stop thinking about them! Then my hand drifted down to my husband’s crotch. That’s when I discovered just how much he was not into that stupid movie we were watching.

I stood up, grabbed his hand and took him to the bedroom. Then I began to undress him. He responded by undressing me as well. But we never said a word to each other the whole time.

I finally dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I began moaning as I sucked hungrily. But my mind was still on that damned box of condoms in the dresser.

I finally reached the point where I couldn’t stand it any longer. I stood up, went over to the dresser and pulled open the drawer. The box was right there and I pulled it out, setting it on top of the dresser. Then I opened it up.

The condoms were packaged in all sorts of colors. I had no idea which one to choose! I didn’t want to die; I just wanted the thrill of a risky fuck!

I finally picked out one in a pink wrapper. Surely they wouldn’t poison a condom inside a pink wrapper, would they? Then I put on the latex glove to protect myself.

I stroked my husband’s cock as I opened it up. He stared questioningly at me but I was too far gone to think clearly. I lovingly unrolled it onto his hard, twitching dick. Then I pulled him onto me as I fell over backward onto the bed.

He gave me a questioning look but I just kissed him fiercely. A moment later I felt him slide right into my soaked pussy. There was no turning back now.

I gasped as he entered me. Then I started to moan as he thrust nice and slow. What the fuck was I doing?? This was crazy!!

The excitement quickly ratcheted up inside me. I began to gasp as though I couldn’t get enough air. He began fucking me harder as though the poison was going to take affect at any moment.

And then I felt something spasm in my groin…

I gasped and whimpered, my eyes flying open in surprise. I pulled him fully on top of me as he began to thrust harder. Then I pulled my legs up into the air, willing him to fuck me deeper as I felt a discomfort down below.

Was this it; had I done something exceedingly stupid? Had my lusts finally gotten the best of me?? There was certainly nothing we could do about it now!

I began to fuck him harder, not sure how much longer I might have. He responded by thrusting harder and faster. I grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs back even more so he could really penetrate me. Then it began to swell within me.

“FUCK ME!” I shrieked, unable to remain silent any longer. In response he began pumping me like there was no tomorrow. A moment later I was screaming his name as a massive orgasm slammed into me.

It was dizzying and disorienting; I couldn’t catch my breath! It was so blinding I couldn’t see clearly. Then I felt his cock thrusting hard as though he was cumming too. That’s when I cried out again as a second orgasm hit right on the heels of the first.

I screamed his name as I was blinded yet again. It was pure ecstasy; I was in heaven. I figured it would only be moments before I would be passing through those pearly gates for real. Then I began to settle down as I got my breath back.

“What the hell?” he panted. Then I heard a growl in my bowels. I frantically pushed him off me as I got up and made a mad dash for the bathroom.

I barely made the toilet before it came out of me. I winced with embarrassment. This was not the way I had envisioned my life ending. A moment later I felt better.

I came out of the bathroom smiling sheepishly at him. “What the hell was that all about, honey?” he wanted to know.

“That’s the last time we have sex so soon after I fix curry chicken for supper.” He just laughed as we cuddled together naked in bed…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Jun 25 ’16 by riwa)

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