Beheading Ron’s whore-mother (graphic) 3.9 (17)

Posted on July 12, 2016 by riwa

Note: I don’t write these kinds of stories very often. This is another one I wrote back in ’09 for some readers on another forum (the first one is right here). And I experimented using pictures I had captioned. I understand if it won’t be to everyone’s taste.

“Hi Riwa,” my friend Ron said to me, welcoming me with an outstretched hand as I walked into his home. “Glad you could come over!”

“Who’s the naked slut lying on the floor?” I asked incredulously. Then I looked even closer. “Ron, is that your MOTHER??!!”

“That’s my SLUT-mother!” Ron corrected me. “C’mon, mom! Show my good friend Riwa how you degrade yourself!” Without another word she lifted her ass up… and then promptly started to pee! Amazingly the stream of urine hit her smack in the face!

“See what a good whore she is?” Ron crowed. “The slut will do anything I say; right mom?”

“Anything you say, honey!” she said cheerfully. Then she looked me up and down. “I don’t suppose I can have your permission to get to know your friend Riwa a little better, can I?” she asked carefully.

“Only if you beg him like the filthy little cum-slut that you are, mom!” Ron told her. She wasted no time starting to beg…

“Please, Riwa… please fuck my mouth… I’m a cum-hungry fuck-pig and I need something to suck on. Fuck my face, baby; please? I need to be abused!”

“Better do as she asks, buddy!” Ron told me. “I can’t stand it when my mom begs like that for too long!” Since he was already taking his clothes off, I reluctantly did the same.

His mom was already climbing into a chair, eagerly looking at my fuck-tool. “Shove it into my mouth, Riwa!” she pleaded. “I need that fuck-stick shoved all the way down my throat!” I got hard in a hurry and I dangled it right in front of her hungry mouth, teasing her with it.

“Gawd; give me that cock!” she gasped, opening her mouth in preparation to receive it. “Fuck this horny slut’s face with that cock! Please, Riwa… give it to me good! Gag me with that nice fuck-stick, baby! Make me your cum-whore!”

“Go ahead!” Ron encouraged me with a smile. “Fuck the whore’s face; she fucking deserves it!”

“Oh, GAWD YES!” she gasped eagerly and I thrust it hard into her mouth.

Ron urged me to really fuck her face like the cum-swilling fuck-pig she was. I did as he suggested and she grunted happily as I fucked her face hard. I’ve never seen such an eager cocksucker.

“Ok, mom!” Ron called out after awhile as he sat on a couch. “That’s enough for now! Now get over here, you cum-swilling fuck pig! It’s time to suck your own son’s cock now!” She got up and eagerly went over, hungrily taking his cock into her mouth.

“Don’t just stand there, Riwa!” he said to me. “Get over here and fuck her from behind!” Then he grabbed her by the hair as I walked over and started to push into her cunt. “You’re nothing but a fuck-pig; aren’t you, mom!” he told her excitedly. She just grunted as she swallowed him down.

“How’s that fuck-hole, Riwa?” he asked me and I hesitated to answer. After all, I’ve been in tighter cunts before. But somehow Ron seemed to know what I was thinking.

“The whore’s got a useless cunt, doesn’t she!” he told me with a disgusted sigh. “She fucks anything that’ll move. Better fuck her ass, Riwa… I think that’s still tight! Isn’t that right, mom?” he growled at her, shaking her head by a handful of hair. “Your cunt is worthless now, isn’t it!”

“That’s right, son!” she readily agreed. “Better fuck my ass, Riwa! Rip me a new one, baby! I need it up the ass so fucking bad!”

“Beg for it, whore!” Ron demanded of his mother and she started telling me what a worthless cunt she was and that she really needed my cock up her ass. So I eagerly pulled out of her worthless cunt and slammed my dick hard into her anus. She let out a cry before eagerly swallowing her son’s cock again and I ruthlessly pounded her shit-hole.

“You know why I invited you over here, Riwa?” Ron asked me as we both fucked his mom.

“To help fuck your mother?” I replied, thrusting hard into her ass. She grunted and groaned as Ron impaled her face with his stiff dick. She started gagging as though she couldn’t breathe.

“Well, that’s PARTLY true,” he told me with a smile. “You see, I’m snuffing mom tonight. She said I could invite one of my friends over to help me fuck her and then snuff her ass!”

“Really?” I said in astonishment. That made my cock even harder and I really let her have it good and hard. He was being rough on her; her face was starting to turn red from his cock blocking her airway. Was he REALLY going to snuff her?? …and was I really going to get to take part??

“Oh, hell yeah!” Ron exclaimed. “Swallow your son’s cock like a slutty whore! Take your son’s friend’s cock up your fucking ass!” Then he looked at me with a huge grin on his face.

“So how’d you like to help me snuff her, buddy?” he asked. “We could string her up in the basement or take her out back and set her on fire. It would really hurt if you burned; wouldn’t it, mom!” he chuckled at her, pulling out of her mouth. She gasped for breath before responding.

“Whatever gets you boys off, son! If it makes you both cum hard watching me burn then ‘put another log on the fire, baby’!” Then she went back to sucking on her son’s dick.

“Get up, fuck-pig!” Ron demanded and his mother obediently stood up. “Sit down, Riwa!” he told me. “Mom’s gonna ride your cock now like the filthy little cum-whore she is!” I sat down and waited for her to impale herself on my cock.

When she sat down on my prick I spread her legs and started to fuck her pussy hard, wanting to check again just to see how loose it really was. I could tell she’d obviously taken a lot of dicks inside her slutty cunt. Then Ron jammed his cock down her throat, making her gag on it again.

“See?” Ron suggested. “THIS would be one hot way to snuff the filthy little cum-pig! Her belly is exposed; we could easily take a knife and gut her right now! Of course she would bleed all over you, buddy, and you’d have a lap full of her guts! But just imagine how good it would feel having my mom die on your prick with her intestines leaking out! Should we gut you now, mom?” He pulled out of her mouth long enough to allow her to answer.

“Oh, GAWD, baby!” she gasped. “Gut your mother like a fucking pig! Cut me open and let my guts fall out! Go ahead and do it, honey!” Ron just jammed his cock back into her mouth before she could say anymore. She grunted and gurgled as his cock asphyxiated her.

“Fucking snuff-whore!” he said, looking right at me. “You see Mom’s got these snuff fantasies. She promised I’d get to snuff her someday! Well guess what, mom; today’s the day!” he called down to her as he buried his cock deep down her throat. “I’m snuffing your ass today, you filthy cum-sucking fuck-pig! I think it’s time to take this whore and her loose cunt off the fucking market, don’t you think?” She just grunted and gurgled happily, nodding in reply.

“Let’s cum all over the fucking whore!” Ron suggested excitedly and we got her onto her knees. Then we shot our cum all over her – especially on her face and tits. She just acted like a filthy slut, admiring our cocks and then telling us how much she loved our cum dripping down her body.

“Fuck!” Ron blurted out in disgust. “Now you’re a fuckin’ mess! We DEFINITELY gotta wash that cum off your slutty whore-body, mom! Let’s go to the bathroom!”

He dragged her by her hair down the hall into the bathroom and sat her on the bathtub. “Ok, mom; you KNOW what’s coming!” he told her. “Get ready, you filthy, fucking whore!” She smiled and grabbed her tits, opening her mouth.

“You probably gotta pee, eh Riwa?” he said to me with a snicker. “Well go ahead; pee on the filthy whore! We’re going to snuff her anyway! Besides, all she’s good for now is having the shit fucked out of her and being peed on!”

“Oh yes, baby!” she smiled at me. “Go ahead and let it fly! Degrade this filthy whore!” So I let her have it, coating her tits with my urine. I avoided her face but the bitch still seemed to like it!

“Ok, honey; you’re next!” she told Ron. “You know where I like it! Degrade this filthy whore! Pee all over me, baby!”

“Take it, cunt!” Ron snarled cruelly, pushing her back into the tub. Then he let fly as well. It splattered all over her face and she closed her eyes, glorying in her degradation.

“Nothing like a good piss on your mother to make you feel like a man, eh Riwa?” he chuckled, “especially when she acts like a no good, cum-sucking, fuck pig who should probably be rolling around in her own filth anyway. But don’t worry, buddy. If we do spit-roast her like the fuck-pig she is then we’ll make sure to wash her off! Hell, I might even slice her tits off and make her eat ‘em before we roast her meaty ass!”

“Gawd yes, honey!” she gasped, her face and tits dripping with urine. “Impale me with that hard steel and roast me over the fire like a proper fuck-pig.” That’s when Ron lashed out and grabbed her by the throat, choking the life out of her.

“We’ll decide how we want to snuff you, mom!” he told her firmly. “You got it?” She gasped and gurgled before he let her go. If anything the kinky bitch seemed even more excited.

Ron made her shower off before having her put on some sort of a black corset-like outfit that left her tits exposed. He dragged her back into the living room before putting a blindfold on her. Then he picked up a vicious looking whip, sort of a Cat-o-nine tails with lots of tails to sting her with.

“Now here’s the game, mom,” he explained to her. “You try to guess whose cock you’re sucking on, ok? If you loose then we get to punish you!”

“Sounds great, honey!” she gasped excitedly and she eagerly opened her mouth. Ron stepped in front of her first, allowing the tails to trail ominously down one of her breasts. She sucked eagerly for several minutes before pulling off and exclaiming, “I’m sucking your cock, Riwa; am I right?”

“Wrong mom!” Ron told her. “You mean you don’t even recognize your own son’s cock when it’s in your mouth?? That’s going to cost you, you fucking whore!” Then he gagged her with his cock, ramming it deep down her throat.

When he finished filling her mouth with cum, Ron started flogging his mother’s tits, making her scream. After several lashes he handed me the whip and told me to whip her ass raw. He made her kneel on her hands and knees and I gave her several good whacks, my cock getting hard again as she whimpered and cried out.

Amazingly, the kinky slut begged us to give her more, telling us she was a sorry excuse for a mother at not being able to recognize the feel of her own son’s cock in her mouth. I got the distinct impression she’d deliberately guessed wrong, just to earn herself a good hard whipping. Then she told us she hoped both our cocks were good and hard and ready to abuse her again.

“Ok, mom; we’re going to try this once more!” Ron told her. “Lie on your back, you fucking whore! This time you have to guess who’s fucking your sorry excuse for a cunt!”

She obediently laid down on her back on some sort of cushioned bench. Then Ron silently motioned for me to give it a go. I knelt at the end of the bench, slid my cock into her hole and started brutally fucking her. She cried out; with her blindfold still on she had no idea who it was and she had to guess who was severely pounding her slutty cunt.

“Gawd, baby; give it to me good!” she gasped. “Baby, I’d recognize that pounding you’re giving me any day of the week! Gawd, honey; fuck your mother! Fuck this nasty cum-pig!”

“Wrong again, mom!” Ron cried out and he ripped off her blindfold so she could see who was fucking her and who was standing over her. She was totally surprised.

“Gawd, honey; I really thought it was you!” she gasped. I noticed she gave me a lustful grin as I hammered her cunt. I couldn’t help suspecting she’d deliberately guessed wrong again.

“Just keep fucking the whore!” Ron told me. “I’ve got another punishment for the stupid slut! Open wide, mom!” She dutifully opened her mouth, grunting as I pounded her pussy hard. Then I watched in astonishment as Ron peed into her mouth again. “Maybe NEXT time you’ll get it right, you worthless fuck-pig!” he told her. “Now swallow it all!”

Ron gave me this look as soon as he’d finished peeing in her mouth. “I think it’s time to give this whore the fucking she deserves, buddy!” he told me. “Then we’re gonna snuff her ass!”

He stripped her out of her outfit, leaving her naked except for some white nylons that ran well up her thighs. This time it was Ron who knelt behind and brutally fucked his mother’s cunt. Bending over her I gave her my still hard cock. She grabbed it and started slobbering all over it. Then she hungrily gulped it down her throat as Ron began telling her what was going to happen to her.

“That’s it, mom!” he told her. “I’ve decided! We’re going to cut off that fucking head of yours, bitch! Then we’re going to light a bonfire out in the backyard and toss your body onto the wood pile. Then we’re gonna have a weenie roast using your slutty body as the coals.”

“But you wanna know what we’re gonna do with your head, mom?” he continued. “We’re gonna fuck your head through your mouth and your neck stump! Then we’re gonna piss all over your face and in your mouth, you fucking whore! What do you think about that, mom?”

I swear I heard the bitch moan excitedly, my cock filling her mouth as her son fucked her filthy cunt. It seemed to make her a sexual animal. She grunted like a fuck-pig as we brutalized both ends. It was as if she knew this was her last fuck and she wanted it to be the best of her life.

We fucked her hard until our cocks exploded inside her, filling both ends with our spunk. Then Ron grabbed her by a handful of hair and started dragging her toward a set of steps that led to the basement. “C’mon, mom!” he gasped excitedly. “It’s time to separate that head of yours from the rest of your whore body!”

The cunt looked like she was more excited than fearful as he pulled her down the stairs. Then he led her over to a block of wood that had been set up near the wall. A large ax lay nearby and I couldn’t help wondering if he’d already planned this ahead of time.

“Pigs don’t get any romantic guillotine, mom!” he told her, motioning toward the weapon of her demise. “Pigs get slaughtered with an axe, just like you’re gonna be slaughtered, bitch!”

She touched the block lovingly, almost reverently. Then she suddenly shuddered from what I could only suspect was a mammoth orgasm. “Gawd; it’s incredible, son!” she finally gasped in awe, her body trembling. “I’m ready for it, honey! Anytime you want to do it is fine by me!”

“You ready to die then, you worthless, cum-sucking fuck-pig of a whore?” That really got her to trembling like mad.

“Gawd, baby; I’m ready!” she gasped. Her breathing was heavy and labored. I suspected if he didn’t hurry the slut was actually going to cum again, right there next to the chopping block!

“You’re really going to cut your mother’s head off?” I gasped in astonishment. Ron nodded with a grin, his cock hard and throbbing.

Tying his mother’s hands behind her back, he removed her white nylons, leaving her wearing nothing but a set of high heels on her feet. A sheet was already laid out on the floor to help with the flow of blood that would soon be coming. But I suspected it was still going to make a mess.

“Gimme your neck, fuck-pig!” Ron demanded and he grabbed her by her hair and forced her down onto the block. She whimpered, her whole body trembling violently. Then he brushed her blonde hair out of the way, exposing it to the blade he would soon be wielding.

“Any last requests, you cum-swilling whore?” he asked cruelly.

“Y – yes, honey!” she gasped excitedly. “If you wouldn’t mind! I’d like… oh gawd; I just wet myself! Anyway, I’d like your friend Riwa to fuck me when you cut off my head! Gawd, baby; I’m so fucking excited I can hardly stand it!”

“You wanna get fucked again, eh, mom?” Ron cackled sadistically. Then he shook his head in disgust. “Just like a fucking whore… wanting one last fuck! Well then I think he should fuck that ass of yours! What do you say, mom?”

“Oh GAWD YES!” she gasped excitedly. “Let him fuck my worthless ass like the whore I am!” Then she directed her comments in my direction as I stood nearby, my cock hard again…

“Fuck my ass, Riwa! Sodomize my fucking ass! Rape me as Ron chops my head off! Gawd’ I’m so fucking excited I can hardly stand myself! Hurry, baby; fuck me now!”

“You heard her, Riwa!” he told me with a huge grin. “You might as well enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Sodomize the fucking whore while I chop her fucking head off!”

I was shocked he was still going to cut her head off. But the offer was too tempting to resist. I knelt behind her, found her shit-hole and viciously thrust into her exquisite tightness. She cried out in pain and then started fucking me back just as hard as she could.

“Anything else, pig?” Ron demanded impatiently. She grunted and whimpered as I brutalized her. Then she appeared to look up into the eyes of her son.

“Yes, honey!” she gasped. “Allow me to tip my executioner! Give me your cock so that I may taste my son’s dick in my mouth one last time!”

“FUCKING WHORE!” he roared. He grabbed her head by a handful of hair and started brutally fucking her face. She moaned and whimpered, hungrily gobbling him down as I pounded her ass hard from behind.

“That’s enough, whore!” he cried out, pulling out of her mouth. Then he went over and picked up the axe, forcing her head down and exposing her neck one last time. With a triumphant cry of “So long, mom; you filthy, cum-swilling, cock-sucking, fuck pig!” he raised it up above his head. Time seemed to stand still for a few moments. Then he eagerly brought it down hard!

I heard her cry out, her body exploding in orgasm as her ass spasmed hard around my cock. Then there was a loud THUNK and her cry was silenced forever. Her head bounced a little and then seemed to drop lazily off onto the other side of the block. I came hard, filling her ass with my hot seed as her muscles reflexively milked me dry. Then I pulled out of her ass, leaving a creampie dripping out of her hole.

When I pulled out, her body suddenly jerked upright as blood spurted out of her stump. She wriggled around, her hands flexing wildly behind her back. The way she moved and twisted around made me think she was searching for her head or something. She wriggled around for nearly a minute or so before she finally keeled over onto her side, blood flowing out of her neck stump.

As I was watching in astonishment, Ron picked up her blood-soaked head. “Now let’s see how good you are at giving head, mom!” he chuckled, amused at his little pun. Then he thrust his cock into her mouth and started fucking her face hard. It was disgusting and arousing, both at the same time.

Her eyes were closed and I swear it was like she was lovingly sucking his cock one last time. Then I saw him cum because his spunk started spurting out through the opening in her neck. He aimed her head so he was splattering his seed onto her prone body.

“Gawd; what a hot snuff!” he gasped excitedly, still fucking her face with his cock. “Mom, you were a fuck-pig and a whore… but at least you STILL give great head!”

He set her head upright on its stump on the block, her blonde hair matted with blood. Then he opened her eyes. “I want you to see this, mom!” he said to her although it was clear she could see nothing anymore as her expression sagged in death, her eyes having glazed over.

Ron waited until his cock softened. Then he aimed it at her. Pee arced out of his dick and splattered her in the face, getting in her hair, her eyes and into her open mouth. For a second it seemed like she was looking at him eerily as though enticing him to continue peeing on her.

“Your turn, buddy!” he told me. “It’s time we degrade the whore one last time before we start our weenie roast! Mom’s body’s going to make a GREAT set of coals!”

I definitely had to pee again and I walked right up to her, aiming for her mouth. Then I let it fly. My piss went up her nose and in past her lips but she was in no position to protest.

“Cover her face, buddy!” Ron exclaimed. Coat that face with your piss!” By the time Ron and I had finished, urine was dripping down into her eyes and out of her neck stump, puddling on the block along with the rest of her blood.

“I’ll go out and start the fire,” Ron blurted out excitedly! “Meanwhile I’ll let you have one last fuck with my mom, ok? When I get back I’ll have one last go at her too before we toss her onto the fire! Go ahead and sodomize her one last time, Riwa! She doesn’t care anymore!”

As Ron left the room I lifted his mom up onto her knees, her ass in the air as her stump bled into the sheet on the floor. Thrusting my cock into her anus was easy because it was lubricated with my cum which was still leaking out a little. Then I began fucking her hard. Naturally she offered no resistance.

Ron came back after awhile and quickly joined in the orgy by fucking her neck stump. She silently watched us from her perch on the chopping block, her face coated with our piss. Then we changed positions, fucking her corpse before taking turns fucking her head and then peeing on it again.

Strange…

I swear I thought I saw her smile at us. But I guess it must have been the insane craziness of the moment.

I grabbed her arms and Ron grabbed her legs. Together we hauled her out back and tossed her onto the fire, watching as the flames started to consume her. The weenies and marshmallows were already waiting for us on a tray along with some drinks.

“So what are you going to do with her head?” I asked.

“Don’t know,” he answered as he skewered a hot dog and held it out over her burning cunt. “I might keep it for awhile… stick it in the bathtub and pee on her whenever I’ve a mind to. I also might use her as a fuck toy, fucking her mouth and stump for awhile. Then I’ll probably toss her head in some outhouse where shit like that fucking belongs.”

I shook my head in amazement as I cooked my hot dog over her rapidly charring flesh…

(Pictures found on the Internet and captioned for illustration purposes only.)

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Hanging his mistress 4.2 (14)

Posted on July 6, 2016 by riwa

It was so cruel leaving her half-naked like that… standing on a block of ice in a warm basement with a noose around her neck, her hands tied behind her back. But Mary had caught her fucking me and had wanted to teach Dorothy a lesson she would never forget. What’s more, Mary had video cameras everywhere recording everything, with a monitor in plain sight for Dorothy to look into showing her exactly what she looked like as she slowly strangled to death! I guess she wanted to have a little video reminder to show everyone what happens to someone whenever she catches them alone with me in a compromising situation.

Maybe I should have felt sorry for her as she stood there shuffling around half-naked with her bare feet on that melting block of ice. I suppose I did at first. But seeing her gasping and strangling, her nipples getting harder and her pussy getting wetter, really got me hard… especially seeing my cream slither down her legs after I had just cum in her well-fucked pussy.

When Mary saw how stiff I’d become she ordered me onto my back on the bare mattress on the floor Dorothy and I had originally been using. Then she climbed aboard and straddled me so she could face our imperiled guest. That’s when she started riding me, groping her tits as she taunted poor Dorothy in the noose…

“Is THIS what you wanted… to ride my husband’s cock down here without me ever finding out? You look like you want to ask me what feels like, but you keep rasping for breath as though you can’t get the words out. Well let me tell you then! It really feels great inside me, especially while watching you standing there shuffling around on that block of ice while that noose slowly strangles you!”

Mary groped her tits with one hand while furiously fingering her button with the other. But the whole time she watched with wicked glee as that block of ice continued to melt. The result was the tightening of that noose around Dorothy’s neck… and the realization in her expression that she was going to hang to death down here in our unfinished basement as a result of getting caught fucking me!

She kept shuffling around on her feet, trying to keep them moving in order to avoid frostbite. But that was the least of her worries. The noose was an ever-present reminder of what was going to happen to her sooner or later.

“Doing a little dance on that ice, bitch?” Mary cackled at her. “Soon you’ll be dancing on air… now THAT’S a dance I’m looking forward to seeing! Oh fuck; he feels so good inside me! Is THIS what you wanted? Too bad, because you win the noose as the grand prize for getting caught fucking my husband!” Then she groped her tits even harder, swirling her nub with her fingers until she cried out in orgasm. My wife’s spasming pussy felt good clenching my cock.

The block was becoming slippery; it was getting harder for Dorothy to maintain her footing. Every time she slipped the noose would tighten around her neck until her feet could scramble to regain the ice again. But I could tell it was only a matter of time… and I was shamefully hard inside my wife’s tight, squeezing pussy as I watched it all… watched how my wife was cruelly snuffing my mistress!

“Is that noose getting tighter now?” Mary gasped deliriously. “Hey, I think I see some cracks appearing in your ‘footstool’! It won’t be long now!”

Dorothy rasped and gurgled; the noose was getting tighter. She was forced to rise higher upon her toes to ease the strain around her neck. This time slipping on the ice meant seriously strangling herself… and she might never regain her footing!

“Is THAT what you wanted to fuck down here, honey?” Mary taunted me. “I hope you enjoyed it ‘cause that was the LAST time you’re ever going to be inside her pussy! Now fuck me while we watch your slutty mistress begin her sexy air-dance!

Dorothy rasped and gurgled, her expression becoming one of growing horror as she shuffled around on that melting ice block. The noose was tightening; her time was dwindling away! Her nipples were getting harder and her pussy was dripping copiously, my cum leaking out of her from when I’d fucked her just a short time ago. Her face was really getting red.

“Watch her, Richard!” my wife gasped with sadistic cruelty. “Watch your mistress hang to death with your cum running down her legs! This is what she gets for fucking MY MAN!” Then she really started bouncing up and down on my cock as though she wanted to cum again… as though she wanted me to cum while watching my mistress hang!

Dorothy was half-strangled and becoming exhausted from trying to stay on her toes without slipping. I could tell she wanted to rest. But each time she tried to relax a little, the noose would give her a painful reminder that was not an option! And I’m ashamed to admit how hard my cock was inside Mary as she eagerly bounced up and down on me.

It must have hurt so much; she looked like she was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen to her brain. Her mouth kept opening and closing like a fish out of water. Drool dripped off her tongue to spatter onto her breasts. And still she lived.

The end came suddenly as the ice abruptly cracked and then broke apart underneath her. Her toes no longer found that frozen footing she so desperately needed. Her feet fluttered wildly; she probably would have made herself suffer through frostbite if she could have found the block again! But it was no longer a viable object to stand upon.

Her legs began to kick as the noose really grabbed her! “Oh FUCK; she’s HANGING!” Mary gasped deliriously as she bounced up and down on my cock like a wild woman. “Watch your slut mistress hang, honey! This will teach her not to mess around with my man!”

Cum dripped off Dorothy’s legs as she kicked in growing desperation. Then she began thrusting and humping as though she was air-fucking the both of us! Cum flew out of her flaring pussy as she rasped and gurgled, her body reacting crazily as it searched for some way to open her windpipe back up to obtain the air she so desperately needed.

I’m ashamed to say how much of a turn-on it was watching Dorothy’s air-dance. It was so lewdly sexual, so wildly erotic, that I actually began thrusting up into my wife’s pussy. I wanted to fuck her hard and I did so, my cock throbbing for a release from such a sexually arousing display.

“FUCK; SHE’S CUMMING!” Mary gasped in joyous rapture. Then she screamed her own orgasm as her pussy frantically clenched around my thrusting shaft. My cock exploded inside my wife’s pussy, cream squishing out and soaking me as Dorothy thrashed about, her legs flying everywhere. Then exhaustion set in and she quietly hung limp, the noose finishing the job by slowly strangling her to death.

Her face was red, her tongue protruding as her feet fluttered. I saw muscle twitches all over… saw an elbow jerk and a leg spasm. Then she went into a series of muscle twitches that seemed to give my wife sexual paroxysms as she cried out in glorious ecstasy.

For a moment Dorothy’s body reacted violently as she jerked in the noose, throwing her chest out as her pussy squirted. I wondered if she was still conscious enough to see what she looked like in the monitor Mary had “kindly” set up for her. And then she hung limp, her body gently swaying as her eyes glazed over, drool spilling off her tongue to drip onto her boobs.

Mary gasped and shuddered before settling down on my cock with a contented sigh. Then she climbed off and glared at me. “That’s what I’m going to do the next time I catch you fucking another woman… and I might just string YOU up if you’re not careful!” Then she started to leave.

“What about her?” I asked, pointing at the corpse that now hung in our basement.

“Leave her for now! I want her to hang there so she can fully contemplate the stupidity of fucking my husband.”

“But she’s DEAD!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” Then she headed back up the stairs, no doubt to enjoy a nice, hot soak in a bubble bath with the memory of joyously hanging my mistress still fresh in her mind…

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Dumped 2.8 (4)

Posted on June 30, 2016 by riwa

Dumped

By Carolyn and Riwa

Being dumped sucks.

People might have different thoughts about religion, politics, and other things. But being dumped for another woman being a blow to one’s self-confidence was something that Carolyn thought everyone would agree on.

For three weeks now she’d been alternating between moping, feeling sorry for herself, and plotting revenge. Mostly she just moped since the ex-boyfriend and her replacement had moved to the other side of the country.

So what, she asked herself, what was she doing at a party? The answer was easy. Her friend Jennifer wanted to snap her out of it and had dragged her to this party by the hair of her head.

So now Carolyn was at this party, against her wishes mind you, looking at the people. She knew about half of them and their partners but not the other half. An onlooker would have noticed that she looked nice in the white dress that she had put on her petite frame, black hair, and glasses. They would also assume that she was a bit of a drunk since she hadn’t been without a glass in her hand all evening.

The truth, however, was that she was dead sober because she was nursing her second drink over the course of four hours. All the same, she had decided to sit because it was too difficult for her to stand since she was on a moving party boat that hit waves now and then.

Carolyn finished her second drink and, feeling totally alone, went outside and sat against the rail of the stern of the boat. It wasn’t too chilly but the wind from the boat’s movement made it just chilly enough to keep everyone inside…that and nobody having the desire to mess up their hair or clothes.

Sitting against the back rail, Carolyn let herself descend, again, into her own thoughts. That’s when the boat hit a large swell that knocked her backwards. She could swim, albeit not very well, but managed to grab the back rail. But then another swell hit and Carolyn felt herself flipped overboard and into the water.

Carolyn came back up sputtering, her vision blurred from having lost her glasses. It had been humiliating as hell falling off the boat. But when she turned to look for it the damned thing was already several yards away and fading fast, happily moving forward with no thought to its accidentally discharged passenger.

She screamed at it, frantically waving her arms before she slipped under the surface. She came back up sputtering, but the boat was farther away. She tried moving in that direction but she wasn’t a swimmer. It didn’t matter; out here in the bay there was no place else to go.

She slipped back under, sputtered back up to the surface… slipped under again. She came back up and cried out in horror as she slipped under yet again. Then she clawed her way back to the surface.

She tried half crawling, half dogpaddling in the direction of the departing boat. But it was almost out of sight in the darkness. She hollered for it to come back but there was no response. Ironically she had been “dumped” again… only now she was in serious trouble.

She slipped back under, frantically kicked herself back up and then turned all around. She was out in the bay with the nearest land being a mile away. She saw lights and she headed in that direction only to slip under the surface again.

She came back up, slipped under and swallowed water. She popped back up coughing and sputtering. She went down once more, her body becoming heavy from her soaked clothing. It was getting harder to stay up at the surface.

She tried to scream but she went down again in a flurry of bubbles. This time she submerged deeper. She tried to rest to conserve her strength, but the water got colder as she continued to descend.

She struggled to get back to the surface, kicking and flailing and clawing with her arms. She came up, got another breath and then slipped back under. She was growing tired, the panic starting to swell within her.

She struggled to reach the surface, snagging a half breath before her clothes pulled her back under. This time she didn’t have the strength to make it. Carolyn began to descend in the darkness of the waters of the bay.

She tried holding her breath for as long as she could. Then the panic reflex kicked in. She began to kick and claw and twist and flail. But she was no closer to the surface than before. That’s when her lungs finally gave out.

Carolyn gurgled as she sucked water into her lungs. She began to spasm and convulse, her mind screaming how this could be happening to her. Her arms flailed haphazardly as her feet went every which way. But she was still descending, sinking deeper into the bay.

She shuddered hard before she finally went limp. She was still conscious in the salt water and it hurt like hell. All she could think of was how she’d been dumped… and then dumped again. A moment later the life flickered out of her eyes as a steady stream of bubbles slipped out past her parted lips to scurry to the surface.

—

Back on board Jennifer had finally noticed her friend Carolyn had gone missing. She looked at the chair where she had last seen her. Then she stood up on her toes, looking over the heads of the crowd while trying to spot her. She did not see her.

She shrugged and went to the fallback position by checking the ladies room. She was surprised when the door opened easily, revealing an empty bathroom. Now where the hell had she gone?

She finally went to Richard their host and asked for the whereabouts of her friend. Richard had the ship searched thoroughly. But there was no sign of Carolyn. He immediately called a halt to the vessel’s forward momentum, ordering his pilot to turn it around and head back on the assumption someone had fallen overboard. But in these waters he feared she might never be found if she had gone over the side…

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Bubble Trouble 4 (5)

Posted on June 24, 2016 by riwa

(a fanfiction involving my favorite theme)

Kanye tipped his head back and sighed pleasurably as he soaked in the large circular bubble bath. He moaned with pleasure and appreciation. It was certainly a good thing his wife Kim wasn’t around as a pair of feet not belonging to him were sticking up out of the tub and resting on the opposite side.

A young female having recently turned 18 suddenly burst up out of the water. She was completely naked, although most of her body parts were covered in the frothy bubbles. She had a foamy peak on top of her head, giving her the vague appearance of one of Santa’s elves… and a naughty elf at that.

She smiled with delight at the male in the tub with her. “I just LOVE your cock!” she gushed with joy. Then she took a deep breath and dove back down into the water, disappearing below the frothy bubbles. This time her feet followed her under the surface.

Kanye gasped as she took him between her lips underwater. “Fuck!” he blurted out enthusiastically. “What a mouth!!” An occasional bubble came up, but it was all but invisible as it blended in with the rest of the foam at the surface. Only a wavy ripple indicated anyone was in the tub with him…

“Oh… ooohhhhh…. FUUUCCCK!” His thick cock slid further into her mouth until he could feel her lips brushing up against his balls. He couldn’t believe his wife’s younger half-sister Kylie was such an incredible cocksucker! He knew she had one hell of a tight, sexy body… but this? This was incredible!

A hungering mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft as bubbles popped up at the surface. Instinctively he began to moan and thrust. His dick quivered inside her mouth as her luscious lips slid back and forth over his twitching cock. Another blurp of bubbles came up near his crotch, causing him to push down on Kylie’s head and force her to take him deep.

There was a buzzing on his quivering dick as though she was humming a tune. She didn’t resist or act as though being forced was anything but a sexy part of her underwater blowjob. And amazingly she had impressive lung power to be able to stay down holding her breath and sucking his cock for so long.

He gasped as his thick member slid deep down her gullet. He could feel her throat muscles sensuously massaging his quivering rod. At this rate she was soon going to get a serious mouthful of his spunk for her efforts.

She suddenly rose up out of the bubbly tub, a mischievous smile on her face as she stroked his stiff member with her hands. “Now for the big finish!” she told him with a giggle.

“Kim would kill us if she caught you in here with me.”

“But she isn’t here. Besides, I just HAD to find out what it is you’ve been pushing into that pussy of hers for the past couple of years! Fuck; what a rod! I just LOVE it!!” Then she took a deep breath and went under again.

The frothy surface quickly settled down as he felt her take him yet again into that sexy teen mouth of hers while holding her breath. Kanye decided that if she was THIS good with her oral skills, he might just have to try one of her other holes someday. But not today. Kim was due back soon; getting caught was a real consideration here!

All of the sudden he saw the door open right in front of him. His wife came in sooner than expected, tossing her keys on the counter by the sink. He inhaled sharply in surprise, instinctively pushing down on Kylie’s head in the tub. Thankfully her feet were not sticking up out of the water or it would have been game over.

“There you are!” she observed with a smile. “Enjoying a nice soak?”

Kanye stiffened in alarm as a teen mouth under the gently rippling surface took his cock deep down her throat. “Yeah, just enjoying the hot tub, honey,” he told her, trying not to react to his cock being swallowed whole. If Kim found out about this little indiscretion there would be hell to pay!

“Looks inviting,” she told him, her eyes twinkling coyly. “Maybe I should strip out of my clothes and join you?”

Kanye thought furiously, wracking his brain to come up with a legitimate excuse why his wife should not crawl into the tub with him right now. If she did she would discover her naked half-sister under the bubbles… and that wouldn’t be good at all. Then he felt Kylie start to lift her head up as though she might need another breath. He quickly pushed it back down, impaling her mouth with his dick while trying to keep the 18 year old submerged.

“Did you get that sheet music I asked for, Kim?” It was an errand he suddenly remembered he’d sent her on. With any luck she would have to leave and go fetch it, long enough for him to find some way to sneak Kylie out of the tub. Unfortunately she’d been a thoughtful wife.

“Of course, honey; I left it in the other room. I’ll go get it for you.” Kim smiled happily as she exited the room before he could stop her. A few seconds later Kylie came up out of the water, gasping like crazy with a wicked smile on her face.

“You’re going to get me in trouble!” he hissed at her.

“Your cock is worth it!” she giggled in reply. Then he heard Kim in the next room. He frantically pushed down on Kylie’s head, forcing her back down amidst the thick layer of foamy bubbles.

“Kanye, have you seen my brooch? I had it lying out here a few minutes ago, but now I can’t find it!”

Kanye winced, angrily shaking his head. Kylie must have been playing with it, no doubt jealous she didn’t have something that expensive of her own. Then he found himself wondering if the teenager was not at all beyond blackmailing him over this little incident in order to get one for herself.

Kim walked back inside the room, a confused look on her features. “Have you seen it, honey? I know I left it out on that little end table!”

“I didn’t see it, Kim,” Kanye responded, shaking his head. Then he felt Kylie take his cock deep down her throat and he nearly gasped. It felt so good he had to stifle a groan that might have given the whole thing away.

“Are you sure you didn’t, uh… put it back in with your other jewelry?”

“No, I didn’t… I know I didn’t… at least I THINK I didn’t… I don’t know… maybe I did…” Suddenly unsure of herself Kim headed back out of the room.

Kanye felt Kylie struggle a little between his legs. But he wasn’t sure if she was genuinely in trouble or whether it was just an act to see if she could get him to give it all away and get him in trouble. He was about to let her back up when Kim walked back into the room, causing him to push down on her naked, younger half-sister’s head.

“No, honey; I KNOW I left it on that end table! I was looking it over thinking about wearing it to mom’s party later this evening! I don’t know what could have happened to it!”

The surface of the tub wavered a little, causing Kanye to get a better hold on Kylie to keep her submerged to avoid giving them both away. There was a small eruption of bubbles that came up. Kim heard it and turned in his direction.

He tried not to look guilty, once more wracking his brain for some way to get his wife out of the room, perhaps even out of the building. Then she shook her head. “At least if you’re going to fart, you can do it in there instead of out here,” she observed sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

He laughed nervously as another eruption of bubbles popped up at the surface. Kylie began to struggle in his grasp, causing him to wrap his legs around her upper legs to help keep her totally submerged. There was no way he was going to risk losing Kim now. Besides, if she ever found out about this she was liable to cut his balls off in the middle of the night while he was asleep!

“You know Kylie was in here a half hour ago,” he told her, thinking on the fly. “I overheard her admiring it.”

“That jealous little shit!” Kim snorted, shaking her head. “I think she wants everything I’ve got!” Kanye didn’t know how to answer that, especially with Kylie’s mouth fully impaled by his quivering dick below the surface. He could feel her starting to suction his cock now, could feel her starting to struggle even more as though she was out of breath.

“Well, she doesn’t have you; that’s all I can say!” Kim proclaimed possessively. Then she came closer as though preparing to be affectionate.

Kanye pushed Kylie even deeper, working hard to hold her down so she wouldn’t be visible. He was afraid the foam at the surface would not be enough to hide her presence. She was struggling in earnest now, the surface rippling as a few more bubbles came up in the area of his crotch.

Kim had just leaned close to kiss him when she looked down at the bubbles coming up out of the water. Then she hastily withdrew, eying him suspiciously. He tried to shrug his shoulders with a nervous smile as the water rippled some more.

“That food truck down the street?” she asked accusingly. “Did you eat those burritos again? I told you what would happen if you ate those damn burritos! Fuck, Kanye; I can’t believe you!”

There was a big burst of bubbles that suddenly came up, causing Kim to withdraw. He was forced to hang on tight to the struggling naked body of her half-sister just below the surface. He wasn’t about to risk this current relationship with Kim, not with all that money mommy was bringing in to the clan.

“Oh Kanye!” Kim declared, wincing in dismay. “That’s disgusting!”

“Sorry, honey,” he replied apologetically. “I really shouldn’t be eating those burritos, not if they are going to keep giving me gas.” Then he was cumming… cumming into the gagging, bubbling mouth below the surface as the struggles below began to subside. He winced a little over how good it felt, hoping his wife would not notice.

“You tell me all the time I should watch what I eat, Kanye. And yet here you are going outside and sneaking those damn burritos from that truck that parks down the street every day??”

“Kim; I said I’m sorry. No more burritos for me; ok? This time I’m really sorry about it!” Indeed he was; the naked body in the tub with him was now spasming gently with only a few tiny bubbles coming up, bubbles that were virtually unnoticeable now in all that thick foam.

“Oh Kanye, let’s not fight about it, ok?” Then she walked up to him, bent down and kissed him tenderly.

Somehow he managed to return the kiss as the surface of the tub grew still. Kim’s kisses were erotic as hell, often making his member hard. As a result, Kylie’s mouth remained fully impaled under the surface; amazingly he was still hard and buried deep down her throat.

“Maybe I should get in with you,” Kim purred seductively.

“Actually I think I’m starting to prune a little,” he admitted. “I was thinking about getting out myself.”

“Are you sure? I could give you something wonderful to distract you… perhaps tell our next daughter how she was conceived when mommy and daddy were naked in the tub?”

“Tempting,” he replied, suddenly feeling anxious about having drowned Kylie and wondering if it showed in his features. Then there was another small eruption of bubbles. Kanye deliberately pushed with his sphincter until he managed to let loose with a much bigger fart and a massive eruption of bubbles.

“Oh, Kanye!” Kim declared, wincing in disgust as she rose up. “You sure are ‘romantic’, aren’t you! I’m going to leave you to it while I hunt down that bitch Kylie and make her give back my brooch!”

“Go easy on her when you find her, ok?” he asked, feigning sympathy for the half-sister his wife wanted to take it out on.

“Oh, she’s going to get it all right!” Kim told him, hands on her hips. “I swear, when I get my hands on her I’m going to bring her back and half drown her right in this very tub!” Then she angrily stormed out.

Kanye waited until a door slammed shut in the other room, indicating Kim had left the building. Then he reached down and carefully pulled Kylie’s head up out of the water. She came up with foam on her head, foam on her face, foam clinging to her breasts.

He shuddered when he saw her mouth gaping open from where his cock had recently filled it. He could actually see creamy gobs of his thick cum inside. She had a look of shocked horror in her lifeless eyes as though she couldn’t believe he had just drowned her like that.

“What am I going to do with you now, Kylie?” he sighed heavily, shaking his head in dismay. “How the hell am I going to explain this to your mother and your other sisters?” Then he started contemplating nearby bodies of water outside the property and how he could somehow put her in one and make it look like she had drowned in some terrible accident…

(Thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.)

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How a cock gets you in trouble 2.8 (5)

Posted on June 18, 2016 by riwa

(Note: The idea was to write a deathtrap scene. And since this particular gentleman has been in his fair share I was inspired to write a short story using him in another one.)

When James regained consciousness he discovered he was not in the motel room with Carolyn. Instead he found himself in a small, wood paneled room. What immediately caught his attention were three things: he was standing naked, his wrists were tied behind his back, and there was a noose around his neck.

There was no point trying to reason out how he’d gotten here. He had no idea how it had been accomplished. The goal now was to free himself before he found himself dancing a jig.

He tried to look up at the ceiling but he couldn’t see up where the rope was coming down from. It was tight enough around his neck to limit his range of motion. So he focused on the heavy canvas sheet hung before him as his fingers fumbled with the knots.

What was the purpose of the canvas; what was behind it? He didn’t know that either. None of this made any sense, other than for him to suspect someone from his past – an enemy organization, perhaps – had decided to exact their revenge.

And what about the woman he’d met earlier that day named Carolyn Ryder? What had happened to her? They’d gone out for dinner and drinks and had ended up in her room and…

Wait a minute. Now it was becoming a little clearer to him. He was in the middle of kissing her in bed when something had pricked his neck. So now he was here… but where was she? Was she behind that canvas hanging before him? What if she was dead the way so many of his past conquests had ended up?

A door suddenly opened to his right. His worries about Carolyn were answered the moment she stepped into the room wearing that dazzling black gown with the slit cut all the way up to her thigh, the one he’d seen her wearing earlier. She smiled pleasantly at him, indicating she was a sinister part of all this and not some helpless victim.

He felt a stirring down below from her beauty, only to wince in surprise. He tried to look down, only to notice a string coming away from his manhood. It went all the way over to a lever on the nearest wall, a lever to some sort of control box.

“My mother was right about you, you know.”

“Your mother? Who is the bitch? I’d like to meet her and give her a good spanking for raising such an evil child.”

“You’ve already met her, James. But the way she tells it the only spanking involved were playful swats on the ass.”

“Just who might your mother be?” he asked. Then a faded memory from his past came tumbling out of the file cabinet in his mind. He blinked his eyes in shock at the resemblance.

“Honey? Is your mother’s name Honey? You have her last name; I should have figured it out earlier.”

“James, I’m surprised you were able to dredge that up after so many years.”

“I finally noticed the family resemblance, Carolyn. It’s been a long time; I guess I’m getting old.”

“I guess you are.”

“Does that satisfy your morbid curiosity?”

“Not exactly. You see mom went looking for you after you up and disappeared. She tried to hunt you down for years until she finally gave up. She said you meant to contact her but you never called.”

“Occupational hazard, Carolyn; it comes with the job.”

“I’ve learned that it does… daddy.”

He blinked in surprise at the second shock. Then he looked more closely. It was there in her face and cheekbones, especially the same color of eyes. How could he have been so blind?? Actually it was rather obvious once he thought about it, and he had to shake his head at the embarrassment of what he’d nearly done in bed with her.

“Figure it out now, daddy? You have no idea how tempted I was to keep on going once we were in bed together. In the end I just couldn’t do that to mother, even though I lost her to cancer three years ago. You never came looking for her and you never sent any flowers. But I’ve learned a lot about you since then… about how your cock gets you into trouble, daddy?”

“Let me down from here, Carolyn, and we’ll start to get reacquainted all over again, this time father to daughter.”

“I have a better idea, James. Let’s play a little game. Let’s see if your cock gets you into trouble again.”

“You certainly were rather familiar with it considering you’re my daughter and all,” he remarked dryly. “Did you enjoy touching it?”

“Long enough to attach the string to it and hook it to that lever over there on that wall. That operates the controls to the noose around your neck…daddy!” She spat the name with venom.

“Some children never grow up.”

“Neither do some fathers, daddy. But I’ll make it easy on you. I tied that knot pretty tight around your wrists. But if I know you, the great James Bond will get out of it sooner or later. However you’ll have to make it sooner if you want to live… that is, unless you can keep your cock nice and soft.”

“Around you that shouldn’t be too hard.” Then he heard a groggy female voice from behind the canvas…

“James; is that you? James, get me out of here!”

He looked at the canvas and then looked to Carolyn in alarm mixed with anger. “Why’d you have to bring her into this?”

“Because from what I’ve learned she’s the one woman on your list you haven’t fucked yet. …or maybe you already have.”

“James, what’s going on? What the hell am I doing in here? Get me out of here!”

“Be with you in a moment, Moneypenny.” Then he glared at Carolyn. “Honey, I suggest you free us right this instant.”

“No can do, daddy… not until she’s had her bath.” Then she pulled on a rope dangling near the canvas. It came down revealing a naked Moneypenny in a Houdini tank with her ankles shackled to a large cannonball.

She stared through the glass in shock at the agent she’d known for years, finally getting to see him fully naked for the first time. “James?? Bloody hell!” Carolyn couldn’t help smiling.

“If you can keep from getting excited watching a naked woman take a shower in time to free yourself then I suppose I’ll have to keep looking back over my shoulder, won’t I.” Then she turned to smile at the shocked woman in the tank.

“If he gets hard, honey, at least you’ll drown knowing he wanted to fuck you before he hangs.” And with that she turned and walked to the door she’d come in earlier.

She hit a switch on the wall before stepping outside and closing the door. A moment later cold water began cascading down into the glass tank. Moneypenny let out a scream from the chill as James felt his manhood start to stir.

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Terrie likes it rough 3.6 (7)

Posted on June 18, 2016 by riwa

I met Terrie in a bar in Miami. At first she didn’t seem interested. I bought her a drink and we sat in a corner booth. But she still kept trying to give me the brush-off. When I finally asked her why she didn’t seem interested, she said, “April? No offense, but I like it rough… and you just don’t look the part.”

I had to laugh. Then I told her she didn’t know me very well, and that if she were to ask any of my previous partners (who were all now cooling on several morgue slabs all over the Southeast) they would all agree I was more than a little rough with them. “No, April; I mean ROUGH!” she insisted.

I looked her right in the eye and in a calm voice told her, “Hun, I love to asphyxiate my bitches! I promise to make it as rough on you as you can handle! Think you can survive a night with me?” It was more of a threat than anything else, but it sure got her attention.

She looked at me and I saw her breath catch in her throat. Then her eyes narrowed coldly. “Think you can survive a night with ME, April?”

“Bring it on, bitch!” I hissed at her, throwing the gauntlet down. She must have thought she could take me because she agreed to take me home with her.

We were barely inside her door when she turned and kissed me hard as she slammed me against a wall. I returned the kiss, pushing her back and making her fall backward over the arm of the couch. She wrapped me up in her arms, rolled us off the couch and then stretched herself out on top of me, kissing me hard again as she worked to get the shirt off my back.

I threw her off, feeling the passion and desire well up within me. I jumped her while she was still on the floor, pulling her shirt off and then getting rid of that worthless bra she no longer required. She rolled me over and my skirt came off next.

Back and forth we went, stripping each other of garment after garment until she had me naked and I had her down to her socks. When she discovered my she-cock she gave me an incredulous look and an exclamation of “What the hell?”

“You said you like it rough, honey,” I told her as I grabbed her head and rammed it hard down her throat. She grunted and gurgled before she threw me off. Before I could move she had straddled my face and was smothering me with her pussy.

“Eat cunt, you she-cock bitch!” she laughed. She was being just as rough on me as I was on her!

She started to smother me until I threw her off. I rolled her onto her back, and rammed my cock down her throat again, raping her mouth. She grunted and gurgled until she threw me back off. Then she got up and made a beeline for her bedroom.

“Not so fast!” I called out as I chased after her.

I heard a drawer open as I burst into the room. Her back was to me so I figured it would be easy to take her. But she turned on me and shoved a long, thick dildo into my mouth as she pushed me onto the bed on my back.

I choked and gagged as I fought her off, ripping the dildo out of her hand and shoving it hard up her wet cunt. She cried out as she rolled me off the bed, snatching the toy out of her pussy. I was off balance, my butt sticking up as she pounced on me. I must have presented quite the inviting target because she rammed it home nice and hard up my ass.

This one was proving to be a lot of fun! I decided I was really going to enjoy asphyxiating her!!

I pushed her off and somehow managed to get to my feet. We wrestled in the bedroom before I spun her around and bent her over the bed. Then I rammed my she-cock up her well lubricated cunt and gave her the fucking she deserved, grabbing a handful of hair and roughly jerking her head back.

“FUCK!” she yelled, her body rocking under my assault. It felt wonderful not having to be so gentle and seductive with someone. I decided I was really looking forward to strangling this bitch to death!

I think she was enjoying herself as well. But I could tell she wasn’t about to give me the satisfaction of fucking her without a struggle. Somehow she twisted out of my grasp, shaking me loose.

She made a mad dash for the living room again, so I snatched up the dildo and charged in after her. I tackled her to the ground where I climbed on top and then rammed my cock up her cunt. When she tried to scream I stuffed that dildo in her mouth, momentarily shutting the bitch up.

I gave her an evil smile as I fucked her silly while shoving that dildo deep down her throat. “Rough enough for you, bitch?” I cackled. I was horny as hell, and I wanted this one to suffer mightily as I enjoyed fucking her hard while depriving her of the very air she needed for life.

She tried to fight me off, and we started to roll around on the floor. “Don’t even think about it, bitch!” I snarled at her. “Your ass is mine!” But she surprised the hell out of me by rolling us over until she was on top of me!

Amazingly her cunt was still impaled by my dick, and she rode it like a woman possessed. Then her hands wrapped around my throat and started to squeeze. When I coughed and started to choke, she retrieved that dildo and managed to stuff it hard between my lips, threatening to close off my windpipe!

“Rough enough for you, April?” she cackled with sadistic glee. “I love my bitches to gasp their last as I fuck them to death!” Amazingly I realized I had met a kindred spirit and that we were truly locked in a sexy struggle to the death!

I did the only thing I could think of by reaching up to wrap my fingers around her neck. That’s when the two of us really started squeezing hard. We bucked and shuddered as she rode my she-cock like a wild woman until we were both ready to cum!

Neither one of us could afford to let go, but the dildo in my mouth was hampering things a little. It took all of my strength, but I managed to roll her off me. That’s when I realized we were pretty evenly matched, and that one wrong move on my part could spell the end of my fun asphyxiating bitches like her!

Her bra was lying nearby, and I snatched it up. Quick as a wink I pounced upon her, swiftly wrapping it around her neck as my cock found her cunt again. Then I started to fuck her relentlessly as I tightened my grasp on the makeshift garrote.

“Rough enough for you now, bitch?” I asked mockingly. “I’m going to cum in that slutty cunt of yours as the life fades from your eyes!”

She glared up at me defiantly and then snatched up the dildo, forcing it into my mouth as though trying to block my flow of air. I just pulled harder on her bra, trying to strangle the shit out of her. She let go of the dildo, wrapped her hands around my throat and then started squeezing just as hard as she could…

“If I go… you’re coming with me… BITCH!”

“We’ll…. just see…. about that!!”

We were like that for several moments, neither one of us giving so much as an inch! I fucked the shit out of her as she willingly took me deep and fucked me back. We established a lethal rhythm of hard fucking, frenzied fucking… our lives hanging in the balance as neither one of us had the edge at that moment.

She surprised me with her ferocity; I had underestimated her terribly. But I think she had underestimated me as well. However one of us was going to lose… and at this point it was quite possible neither one of us was going to survive the ordeal!!

My head started to spin and I started getting dizzy. Then I felt her grasp start to weaken, felt her grip loosen around my neck. Her face was a delicious shade of red, no doubt matching my own. But I figured if I could only hold out a few seconds longer then I would regain the advantage!

Her fingers shifted as though she was trying to get a better grip. It was enough to give me a breather and I quickly took advantage, responding by pulling the bra even tighter around her throat. That’s when I saw the doubt in her eyes, saw the first flicker of panic.

“Like it now, bitch?” I gasped, fucking her hard and fast with a burst of renewed energy. I was really horny; my cock was ready to explode!!

“None of my bitches ever survived to tell me if I was rough enough with them, honey! So tell me now: am I being rough enough with you?” Then I eased up on the bra just a little.

She rasped and gurgled, her face beginning to clear with that short breath I allowed that she so badly needed. But just as quickly I pulled hard on her bra once more, choking off that breath. That’s when she really started to gasp, her eyes flashing in panic as her arms started to wave in surrender.

“Want it rough, honey? I’ll give you ‘rough!’ Now give me your fucking death cum, bitch! I want it! I want to feel your orgasm as you die! I want to pump my seed deep inside your cunt as I hear your death rattle!” Then I bent closer, softly telling her, “Now give it up for me, baby! Let it go and enjoy the ride! Cum for me as you die, baby!”

I saw the terror register in her eyes as she tried to fight me off one last time, delicious terror that made me drunk with murderous lust. Her hands came up to try choking my neck again. But it was much too late.

“Now THIS is how you strangle someone to death, sweetheart!” I cackled at her. “Give it up for me, bitch! I want to savor the sweet taste of your death-cum as I strangle the life out of you!”

Her eyes flashed as she tried one last time to throw me off. A moment later she started thrashing about underneath me, her cunt savagely milking my rape-tool as I strangled her to death. That’s when my she-cock exploded inside her.

Such a good girl! Her spasming cunt hungrily milked me of every last drop as her eyes started to bug out. I rode her like I was breaking a wild stallion until she finally collapsed lifelessly underneath me. There was no further movement save a few sporadic muscle twitches.

My heart pounded in my chest as I gasped madly for breath while lying on top of her. I spent a few moments allowing my spent she-cock to enjoy her sporadic muscle twitches. It had been a well fought, well earned victory!

Her neck was really red from where I’d strangled her, and her tongue hung deliciously out of her mouth. I finally climbed off, straddled her body and then grabbed her head, jerking it upward so I could shove my semi-hard cock between her lips. “You’ll suck it now for me without so much as a whimper; won’t you, baby!” I cackled with sadistic glee.

I figured she deserved a little more after giving me such a wonderful fight. So I pulled her up off the floor, bent her over the arm of the couch, entered her from behind and then fucked her cunt silly. “After all, honey; I promised to be rough on you!” I laughed. She said nothing in reply; she just took it like a good girl!

Just for fun I pulled out of her cunt and shoved my cock well up her ass. Her body jerked and spasmed as though she could actually feel it. It was arousing as hell, although I suspect her twitches were probably nothing more than stray nerve endings responding to the fun I was having!

I finally rolled her over on the couch and then feasted on her soaked cunt, mouthing and licking and slurping my savory cum out of her tasty twat. Her corpse twitched wonderfully which was quite a turn-on! So I rammed my cock in her cunt one last time and then fucked her hard.

She looked up at me with those lifeless eyes, and I gasped with delight as I raped her corpse. I swear her body shuddered as though she was having some sort of death-orgasm. Maybe she didn’t, but I sure as hell like to think she did!

“Cunt!” I sneered at her as I grabbed her and threw her onto the floor. “Rough enough for you?” There was no answer; she just stared upward with that deliciously vacant expression.

I grabbed the dildo and shoved it hard between her lips… “Chew on this for awhile, sweetie!” Then I went into the bedroom to see how else I could decorate her body. The slut had a couple of large dildos, telling me this bitch had probably been rough on some girls of her own.

I rammed the first one hard up her cunt, enjoying the way her body jerked on me. Then I rammed the other one hard up her ass, again enjoying the faint twitching. “Rough enough for you now, honey?” I asked one last time. She didn’t say how much she had liked it. But I sure as hell got off on it, and I told her so before I got dressed and headed out the door…

(Inspired by the picture I added and used for illustration purposes.)

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Kidnapped and hanged 4.6 (18)

Posted on June 12, 2016 by riwa

AKA Emma hangs (edited and reposted)

Emma plunked some coins into a pay phone, muttering under her breath. Amy was running late again. She hoped her playmate had not run into some sort of car trouble. But there was no answer on the other end.

She was not familiar with the part of town she’d been dropped off in after taking the bus. She was more than a little anxious standing out here all by herself. But that was probably all a part of Amy’s doing. The bitch loved to make her squirm in these situations.

Standing alone on the street corner made her quite uncomfortable. It also caused her no end of tingles. She told herself this was a risky proposition.

Anyone could come along and snatch her up off the streets and no one would be the wiser. She was much too small to resist anyone. Amy would simply come down and drive all around looking for her before giving up and going home.

This was supposed to be a play-date… an afternoon of fun and games where she was picked up off the streets after her car had broken down. The plan was for Amy to pull up, “chloroform” her when no one was looking and then dump her into the trunk of her car. At least that was the plan.

They would have to be careful not to attract any undue attention to themselves. Some Good Samaritan might be watching and could choose to call the cops. As it was, Amy was now 30 minutes late. Emma didn’t know whether something unexpected had happened or if this was simply a part of her friend’s diabolical plan for the afternoon.

The longer she waited the more tingles she felt at her growing discomfort. Surely her friend was teasing her; that HAD to be it. She felt deliciously vulnerable on the street corner, and she kept looking all around as though trying to prepare for the unexpected.

She looked down the street and detected what she thought was the familiar outline and color of Amy’s vehicle. She braced herself for the “play” to begin. That’s when she felt someone come up behind her.

A hand wrapped around her throat as what felt disturbingly like a handgun was pressed into her back. “Scream and I’ll blow a hole out through your chest!” a male voice threatened. “Just start walking and you won’t get hurt.”

Emma marched forward, her heart up in her throat. Who was this guy behind her?? Had Amy obtained the assistance of one of her male friends to play along? Emma wasn’t sure, but it was a comfort to believe that rather than contemplating the alternative… that she was being kidnapped for real.

She felt her heart pound in her chest, her breathing heavy and labored. She was walked into a parking lot toward a small, white vehicle. It looked nothing at all like what Amy drove. She began to have a bad feeling about the whole thing, and it filled her with a horrible arousal.

She felt the gun leave her back as though he might be pocketing it or something. Instinctively she tried to run. “Oh, NO you don’t!” he exclaimed, wrapping an arm around her neck.

He collared her and held her close to his body, dragging her forward. Then he reached out for the door of the vehicle. “Let me go!” she cried out in growing desperation. “Leave me alone, you fucking bastard!”

“Shut the fuck up, you little whore, or I’ll kill you right here and now! Stop your struggling or I’ll snap your neck in two like a twig!” Emma instantly went limp in his grasp, panting heavily with her eyes wide.

He threw her into the passenger seat of his car before growling at her. “You move and you fucking die; you got that, you little WHORE? If you understand what I just told you, nod your fucking head!” Emma nodded in the affirmative, her eyes wide as her body trembled like mad. She was really aroused now.

He walked around the front of the car, his hand at the ready on the handle of the gun in the waistband of his jeans. Emma took a moment to get a better look at him.

He was in a white t-shirt and light-blue jeans, a red bandana on his head. He was wearing sunglasses, making it impossible to see his eyes. He had a dark complexion as though he had gotten a little more sun recently than he should have.

She watched him like a frightened rabbit as he opened the driver’s side door and crawled in. Then he reached in and pulled out his gun, pointing it at her head as he grabbed her face. “You try to escape and I’ll kill you! You try to get out of this car while it’s moving and I’ll KILL you! You try to attract anyone’s attention and I’ll KILL you! You GOT THAT, you fucking whore?”

“Yes,” Emma whimpered, her pussy screaming at her so much she was afraid she was going to orgasm right then and there. The way he was treating her, the words he used, made her wonder if this might be one of Amy’s male friends. If not she was so fucking dead!

He drove them out of town and down a dusty road in a secluded part of the countryside, filling her with an erotic fear. This was not the destination she and Amy had agreed upon. It was scary as hell… and terribly arousing.

After pulling over to a stop he reached into the back seat and retrieved a length of rope. Ordering her to turn away from him, he proceeded to tie her hands behind her back. Then he took a length of rope and tied it around her neck.

He got out of the car, walked around in front and opened her door. “Out of the car, you fucking whore!” he demanded. She whimpered as she climbed out.

He grabbed the length of rope attached to her neck. “What’s your name, bitch?”

“Emma,” she gasped in a trembling voice.

“Well, Emma; I guess this just isn’t your lucky day. Now come with me, you fucking whore!” A moment later he began pulling her along down a dusty path.

“Where are we going?” she asked anxiously, her voice quavering.

“You’ll find out soon enough, you little whore!” A moment later the path cleared enough for her to see a noose hanging from a tree directly in front of her.

Emma whimpered as her heart leaped into her throat. “Please!” she gasped anxiously. “You can’t do this to me! I was waiting for someone back there on that street corner!”

“Waiting for someone?” he laughed. “I’d say someone found you all right, wouldn’t you?” But she balked as he pulled on the rope attached to her neck.

“Come here, you fucking whore!” he demanded, pulling on the rope. That’s when Emma began to put up a fight…

“HELP ME! HE’S GOING TO HANG ME! SOMEBODY HEEEELP!”

“Scream all you want, bitch!” he snarled, trying to pull her forward toward the noose. “No one’s going to hear you out here!”

“LET ME GO, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!” she cried out, twisting and turning while resisting as best she could. But it did no good. He kept pulling her forward by the rope around her neck, partially choking her as she was forced to move forward toward the noose hanging ominously before her.

“Knock it off, bitch!” he demanded as he forced the coil around her neck. Emma winced and struggled but he was much too strong for her to fight off.

“LET ME GO, YOU FUCKER!” she cried out. But she was unable to prevent him from getting the noose around her neck. It wasn’t long until he had it around her throat.

With a sharp tug he cinched it snug. Emma’s attitude changed in an instant. “Please!” she begged. “Please don’t hang me! I’ll do anything you want!”

“But what if I WANT to hang you?”

“Please don’t hang me! I’ll do anything you ask… just don’t hang me!” He just laughed at her as he inspected the noose, grabbing it in his hand and pulling on it just to make her gasp and whimper.

“Does the condemned have any last requests?” he asked with a snicker.

“PLEASE DON’T HANG ME!”

She was trembling like mad, her pussy about to explode. She loved the adrenaline rush, loved playing peril games with her friend Amy. But this felt all too real. If this was an elaborate set-up by her sadistic friend, it was a damn good one!

“A blindfold?” he laughed as though hearing her incorrectly. “Why yes; I believe I can grant that request! First let’s get that other rope off your neck, shall we?”

Emma whimpered with fright as he pulled the rope off from around her neck, leaving the thicker more ominous one in place. She kept whining and begging but it did her no good. Soon he pulled out a black cloth blindfold and began wrapping it over her eyes and forehead, leaving the rest of it to dangle behind her back.

“No!” she whimpered, trying to turn away. Being in the dark and unable to see what was going to happen next made things ten times worse. Emma trembled like mad, her body mere moments away from a gawd-awful climax.

“Comfy now?” he asked, his mock concern betraying his murderous intent. “Guess it’s time to string you up now. I’m looking forward to watching you kick.” Emma twisted her head back and forth but was unable to see through the blindfold.

Emma shuddered hard as her body finally betrayed her with a devastating orgasm. It washed warmly through her body, ricocheting like a pinball in a machine. She whimpered from the humiliation of it all. Then she tried to stand quietly, gasping for breath as she fought to regain her composure.

“Just got to make sure this knot is set in the right place,” he said all business-like as he fumbled with her noose. Emma’s chest rose and fell from a mixture of extreme fear and intense arousal.

Her mind raced for some way out of this… some way of preserving her life. It also occurred to her if this was one of Amy’s friends then she could guess what was supposed to happen next. “I’ll give you a blowjob,” she offered quietly, her voice quivering. “Untie my hands and I’ll give you a blowjob.” Maybe with her hands free she might have a chance to escape.

“No way, bitch. If you want to blow me you’re going to have to do it without your hands.”

“But I can’t SEE anything! If my hands are free at least I can find you! Wouldn’t you like to feel me fumbling for your pants?”

“AWK!” she gasped as he pulled on the noose. Then he whispered into her ear.

“You try anything stupid, you fucking little whore, and I’ll string you up so fast you’re gonna piss all over! You got that?”

“I got it.”

“Ok, you little whore. Let’s get you undressed for the occasion.”

Emma whimpered as he pulled down her shorts and panties. Then her blouse came off, leaving her totally nude except for her white sneakers and the massive blindfold. He untied her hands behind her back before telling her, “Feel around for it, bitch! You know where it is!”

Trembling with fear Emma blindly fumbled for his jeans. She opened his fly to expose his hard manhood. “Beg for it, bitch. Tell me how much you want to suck my cock!”

“Please, sir,” she begged quietly, her face hot with humiliation. “Please let me suck your cock!” She pulled his pants down and grabbed on to it, trying to act like she was into it.

“Louder,” he demanded. “Act like you really want it, bitch! Act like a slutty little whore and I might rethink my decision to hang your sorry ass!” It was a glimmer of hope and she had to take it. If this really was one of Amy’s friends then he was sure scaring the shit out of her.

“Please, sir! Please let me suck your cock! I love giving blowjobs and I want to suck your cock!”

“Suck it, slut!” he told her. She knelt in the dirt, grabbed it and took it into her mouth.

Emma ran her tongue all around it, using her prestigious skills. Surely this had to be one of Amy’s friends, right? It sure was turning out to be an erotic play!

She moaned enthusiastically while slurping it into her mouth. She felt him grab her hair, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Her pussy throbbed as she did her best to suck him off. Even now she could feel herself starting to get into it, humiliated she was giving Amy’s friend a last blowjob before he strung her up… at least she hoped it was Amy’s friend!

“That’s a GOOD little whore!” he sighed pleasurably. “Just don’t get any ideas about biting me or trying to escape, ok? Otherwise this might happen.” That’s when she felt him tug on the noose.

Emma glurked and gurgled as she redoubled her efforts, her heart pounding a mile a minute. She was almost certain this was Amy’s friend scaring the crap out of her. But what if it wasn’t??

“You LOVE it, don’t you!” he gasped with delight. “You’re just a hungry little cock-sucking whore, aren’t you! You were WAITING on that street corner for a little cock, weren’t you!” Emma moaned in agreement as she slurped him deeper into her mouth. Yup, this had to be Amy’s doing.

“Gawd; you’re such a whore!” he gasped. “Suck it, you little whore! Suck that cock like your life depends on it!” Then he gave the noose another tug as though reminding her what awaited if she did not do a good job.

Emma moaned and whimpered, her naked body trembling with fear and arousal as she sucked him down. She was ashamed of herself for starting to get into it. This was turning out to be one hell of an erotic little play Amy had set up!

“SUCK IT, YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Emma sucked harder, grunting and gurgling as though she was really into it.

All of the sudden she felt his cock swell between her lips. A moment later she tasted him as he came in her mouth. “Swallow it all, bitch!” he warned. Emma dutifully gulped it all down, losing a little trickle out of the corner of her mouth.

He suddenly stood her up and turned her around. He tied her arms to a sawed-off branch. The he pushed his cock into her and started thrusting.

Emma was humiliated being fucked out in the woods like this. But it was also arousing as hell. When she felt him give a warning tug on the rope to her noose it triggered another orgasm.

She shuddered hard as he laughed at her… “Are you cumming? You really are a whore, aren’t you!” She moaned weakly, trembling from a couple of smaller aftershocks.

He pulled on her ponytail, jerking her head back. “This feels good, honey. But what I want most of all is to watch you hang. That’s why I kidnapped you to begin with. You look like the type of slut who’ll give me a really good show!”

Emma whimpered with fright as he thrust hard into her. He was certainly scaring the hell out of her. Amy had sure picked a good one; he was so damn realistic! Now it was just a question of how far he was going to take this before he let her go.

He suddenly pulled his cock out of her. Her pussy instinctively clenched in response to the missing dick. A moment later she felt the noose tighten dramatically around her neck as her feet left the ground.

She let out a gasp as she reached for the noose constricting tightly around her throat. Her legs began to kick as she swung back and forth. Her mind screamed enough was enough and that it was time to let her back down. But she was still up in the air.

She gasped the words, “Amy…. Help…. AWK!”

“Who the fuck is Amy?” Then he pulled even harder.

Emma’s legs flew all around as she clawed at the noose around her neck. Then she bunny-hopped, trying to kick herself upward enough to loosen the constricting coil. But it didn’t do any good.

Emma’s eyes went wide underneath the blindfold as she shuddered hard in orgasm, a devastating climax washing hotly through her body. She bucked and jerked in the noose, twisting and swaying helplessly. Then her knees came together again as she tried to bunny-hop a second time. But it wasn’t nearly enough to loosen the rope for even the tiniest of breaths.

She couldn’t breathe at all; consciousness was starting to fade. That’s when she suspected this was truly not a part of their play today. There was a rattle in her throat as another climax finished her off, taking away her remaining strength.

Emma finally hung limp and lifeless, her body quivering from little seizures as he approached her naked body. She was totally unaware he had tied off the rope to a tree while she was hanging. She was conscious enough to catch his parting words to her as he caressed her boobs…

“Amy sends her regards, Emma. She told me it was better this way for all concerned and that I was supposed to enjoy myself while hanging you. She said you’d have one hell of an orgasm, but I think you’ve had several. Nighty-night, dear Emma.”

She tried to blink, tried to have some sort of reaction to the horrible news. But she had no strength left as her arms and legs started to go numb. Her body twitched and spasmed as she slowly swayed back and forth, twisting in one direction and then the other.

Her last thought was absolute incredulity that Amy would betray her like this. Then she pissed herself as her world went black. Emma hung lifelessly in the noose, no longer thinking about her afternoon play with Amy anymore. She did not hear him drive away to leave her there dangling all alone…

© 2009; 2016 (written for Emma Feb 21 ’09; ed. Jun 8 ‘16 by riwa)

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

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A fond memory 2.5 (4)

Posted on June 6, 2016 by riwa

(Edited and reposted)

Janet was in a particularly horny mood. But there was no one around to play with. Skip was away for several hours, leaving her alone and a little frustrated.

She was wearing a transparent top that zipped up but covered nothing. Her denim shorts were extremely short and she was wearing nothing underneath. The way the seam hit her crotch was making her feel particularly aroused and wanting some relief.

She wandered into the pool area and looked at the water. She was tempted to dive right in. But she really didn’t want to get wet now, not in what she was wearing. So she sat on the floor near the edge of the pool.

She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift. She was trying to remember the last time she’d been so horny. She replayed scenes in her mind from days and weeks past until one in particular came to mind, one that was filled with both excitement and peril…

*****

Janet had her scuba gear and was out and about on a Sunday drive. She had nothing better to do and was going nowhere in particular. That’s when she realized she was not far from a public fishing area, a pond with reeds and such where the fishermen sometimes like to cast their lines.

She’d always been curious about the place. Now that she had her scuba gear handy she could actually go check it out. Janet drove to the pond with a sense of purpose, her curiosity beginning to morph into excitement.

She got there and pulled into an earth-packed parking area with growing anticipation. Now she was becoming aroused. Hopefully she would be able to find a private little spot underwater to get herself off.

Her eagerness intensified when she discovered the pond was deserted. For the moment she had it all to herself. Her excitement began to swell as she parked her vehicle.

She was wearing what she referred to as her Daisy Duke outfit: a checkered blouse and short denim shorts. What’s more, she had deliberately worn nothing else underneath. The more she thought about it the more she realized she was in the mood for a really good underwater orgasm.

She grabbed a black swimcap and tucked her hair underneath it. She thought there might be some algae in the pond and she didn’t want it to react to her hair. But this wasn’t really an issue since she enjoyed wearing swimcaps from time to time.

She slipped her gear on over her back and checked her gauge. She frowned when she discovered there wasn’t much air left. She mentally cursed herself for not refill it from the last time she’d used it.

Janet sighed heavily. Then she decided she was going to use it anyway. Besides, she wasn’t going to need that much air, not for what she had in mind.

She slipped out of her shoes and then carefully made her way down to the water’s edge. The cool water tickled her toes and gave her goose bumps. She deliberately waded into deeper water, determined to enjoy herself.

She was wearing a buoyancy compensator with a lot of straps and pockets. She had no weight belt to help her become neutrally buoyant. But she figured she had enough with the gear on her back. She wasn’t going out very far, and she didn’t think the pond was all that deep.

She waded farther out until she was standing in water up to her breasts. Her feet sank into the soft mud, her toes wriggling deliciously inside the ooze. Janet began to pant heavily into her regulator, her excitement growing exponentially.

She paused for a moment, her growing anticipation causing her to moan softly into her regulator. Then she gently leaned backward to get herself completely wet. The chill of the water felt good, and she moaned again as she sucked compressed air through the regulator in her mouth.

Janet brought herself upright and walked purposefully toward the middle of the pond. The muddy bottom sloped downward until she was completely submerged. Her feet kept slurping from the soft bottom, causing her toes to wriggle as she was forced to pull each one out of the sticky muck before taking the next step.

It was difficult going, wading further and further out. Each step was a challenge as she had to keep pulling her feet out of the mud in order to take her next step. The possibility of getting stuck occurred to her, but it only increased her anticipation of cumming underwater.

She took a few more torturous steps until she looked upward. She was in the deepest part of the pond but was no more than nine or ten feet from the surface. There was no point in going any farther; this was as deep as she was going to get.

Janet paused for a moment, allowing her feet to sink deeper into the muddy bottom. She moaned as she wriggled her toes, feeling the ooze play with her tootsies. Then she made herself go over backwards, bending at the knees.

She started rubbing her breasts through her checkered blouse, exhaling heavily. The mud felt delicious as it totally enveloped her feet. Then she reached down and started rubbing her crotch through her denim shorts.

“The hell with it!” she decided as she unzipped her shorts. Then she reached in with her hand. She moaned as she exhaled heavily, her exhaust bubbling up to the surface.

It felt good; GAWD, it felt good! Her hand moved faster in her crotch as she kept sucking air from the reg in her mouth. She was horny as hell; it was really starting to swell within her.

She jerked on her feet a little as though imagining she was stuck, trying to pull them out of the mud. The idea she might be in peril only added to her arousal. Her hand moved faster, her fingers flying over her nub.

She imagined Skip was right there taking advantage of her because she was stuck in the mud. She played with the idea of him fucking her and then leaving her there as she ran out of air. If he would have been with her she would have fucked him silly.

She gave her feet a pull as though testing how much she might be stuck. Then she pictured Skip’s grinning face as he fucked her, planning on leaving her there to her fate. Janet shuddered as she thrust a couple of fingers inside and started fucking herself.

It swelled until it exploded inside her, a wonderful release of intense pleasure. Janet worked her fingers, inhaling deeply while moaning skip’s name. Then she felt a jolt down below as she began to hump and squirt. She was making a mess of her denim shorts but she no longer cared.

She was in mud up to her calves now; what if she was really stuck?? Besides, she was low on air as she’d checked her gauge back at the car. What if the tank ran dry before she could pull her feet out of the ooze??

The thought of being stuck was arousing as hell. A moment later Janet tipped her head back and screamed as a second orgasm struck, hard on the heels of the last one. The idea of a peril, of Skip fucking her and then leaving her stuck in the mud was too much.

She popped the reg out of her mouth, moaning as she exhaled heavily. She kept jerking and spasming from a wonderfully intense orgasm. Her shorts slid farther down her legs as she squirted again, her pussy spewing much harder than last time.

GAWD; it felt good! In fact it felt like it was never going to end!! Janet tried to pull her feet out of the mud, concluded she was stuck… and kept right on cumming.

For a moment Janet didn’t know where she was. Then she became aware of how out of breath she was. Her lungs were on fire; she needed another hit of compressed air.

She’d been holding the reg in her hand; now she crammed it into her mouth. Janet sucked huge lungfuls, her chest swelling with each breath. She moaned weakly, panting heavily from her effort to get her breath back.

She felt a delicious aftershock and she moaned again. Then she stood upright and tried to pull her feet up out of the mud. Now she was really stuck.

She felt a jolt of alarm as she concentrated on working one leg free. She could feel it starting to give; she was going to be out soon. But how long would her air last? How much did she have left??

She wanted to check her gauge. But there was no point. She was already certain what it would tell her. She knew she was low on air; right now she just needed to get out of the mud and get back to shore.

She struggled harder with her right leg, trying to pull it free. That’s when she felt a sudden change in the air pressure in her tank. The next breath was even harder to pull into her lungs.

Oh gawd; not now??!!

Janet pulled harder, struggling to pull her leg free. But it was coming out too slowly. The mud was clinging to her as though it didn’t want to release its grip on its prize.

Janet tried to take another breath but there was nothing there. Her tank was empty; she’d totally drained her. Only now her legs were really stuck!

She grunted anxiously as she kept pulling on her right leg. It was coming slowly but now her lungs were burning. She didn’t have time for this… and now her gear had become more of a hindrance.

Janet frantically shed the tank and BC from her shoulders. She tried the regulator one last time but there was nothing there. She was already holding her breath so she ditched the reg entirely.

Once she was free of the weight she felt a renewed surge of hope. She struggled harder with her leg, desperate to pull it free. It finally came loose, leaving only her left leg mired in the mud up to her calf.

She grunted as she jerked on her leg, trying to be careful not to push her right one back into the muddy bottom. This was taking too damned long; her lungs were on fire. Janet began to fear she was going to be found by some fisherman in an embarrassing situation: stuck in the mud with her privates exposed!

Her cheeks began to bulge as she pulled on the stubborn leg. She could feel it starting to give, but it was taking too long. And she could feel another orgasm bearing down on her from her erotic peril.

She was getting dizzy and disoriented, her lungs an inferno as she pulled with all her might. A moment later it slammed into her, a pleasurably intense orgasm. Janet winced and shuddered as her pussy squirted copious amounts of fluid.

Her last thought was of Skip and how long it would take before her body was found. She was going to be found in a compromising situation, stuck in the mud at the bottom of the pond. This had been a really stupid idea.

She grunted as she tried one last time to pull her leg free. A moment later panic settled in as she started thrashing about, her lungs heaving like mad. Janet shuddered hard as one last orgasm battered her into oblivion…

—

It felt like she was floating on air; was she dead? Then her eyes blinked and she inhaled. Fresh air filled her lungs.

She coughed in surprise, gasping and sputtering. A moment later it registered that she was floating face up at the surface. The shock made her slip under, bubbling and gurgling as she struggled to regain the surface.

She burst up coughing before she began swimming like mad for the shore. Within seconds she was in shallow water. But she dared not risk putting her feet down until she was sure she had solid ground underneath her.

She finally stood up gasping heavily for breath, standing on solid ground in water up to her waist. Gawd; that was close! What the hell had she been thinking getting stuck in the mud like that with a tank low on air? Then she looked down at herself and blushed.

Her denim shorts were gone…

Janet looked back toward the middle of the pond. Her shorts were out there somewhere… and so was her empty scuba tank. She really didn’t want to leave them behind for some fisherman to find.

She waited until she’d gotten her breath back. Then she swam out to the middle of the pond. She took a breath and dove down, quickly locating her shorts lying on the bottom.

She scooped them up, noticing the location of the tank before swimming back to shore. She got into shallow water before standing up and pulling her shorts back on. Then she looked out toward the middle of the pond again, sighing heavily.

No use putting it off. She had to go retrieve her gear. It wouldn’t take long and she was capable of holding her breath long enough to drag up the tank and work it back to shore.

Janet took a deep breath and then dove below the surface, looking for her scuba gear. She found it in about nine feet of water. She swam down, gathered it up in her arms and began working it back to shore, occasionally surfacing for a breath before slipping back under to half drag/half carry it along.

She was almost out of breath again when she reached shallow water. She panted heavily as she carefully stood up. The mud threatened to grab her again and she felt an erotic jolt as she quickly waded out of the pond with her gear.

She reached the shore and collapsed in a heap, panting heavily. Gawd; that had been so damned close! But it had also been terribly erotic. In fact it had probably been the hardest she’d ever cum. No doubt getting stuck in the mud while running out of air had greatly added to the intensity of her exquisite orgasms…

*****

Janet sighed as she fondly remember that day and how close she’d come to drowning. She’d never told Skip about it as she hadn’t wanted to alarm him. But she did remember the orgasms. Even now she was panting heavily just thinking about them. They had been glorious!

She unzipped her transparent blouse, allowing the air to reach her erect nipples. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes and sighed, remembering how hard she’d cum there at the pond. Gawd; it had been so good!

“The hell with it!” she gasped. Then she rolled over off the side of the pool with a splash. She quickly unzipped her shorts, rammed her fingers into her pussy and started finger-fucking the shit out of herself. That’s when she screamed a froth of bubbles from a mammoth climax as she fondly remembered that wondrous, perilous day…

(Posers are courtesy of Skip and are for illustration purposes only.)

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May 30, 2016 Update 0 (0)

Posted on May 30, 2016 by riwa

I think I’ve reached that point where I need to take a break again. I haven’t driven around very much lately, and I’ve been struggling to write. I’ve even been putting off working on this article.

You ever have a project you know you should get done… and yet you have a very hard time making yourself do it? Sometimes I sit down at the computer to get to work… and then pull up a game of solitaire or start to surf. But I suspect many of you already know what that is like. I also suspect you are much better at self-discipline than I.

I have a good idea how it’s going to work for me. Just as soon as I ban myself from writing for a few days to clear my head, my fingers are going to want to work this stupid keyboard. Life is funny that way, isn’t it?

So I’m going to try to take a few days off (emphasis on the word “try”). I should get in the vehicle and take a little drive somewhere just to enjoy the scenery. I should also take pictures to show mom where I’ve been. I don’t think I’ve done that in months; I wonder if I can even locate my camera.

As for this weekend? I strained my back a little so I’ve been resting it by watching movies. And so far I’ve watched two World War II movies as well as a Civil War epic. And it’s gotten me to thinking.

As a writer we sometimes like to imagine “what ifs” in our stories. For the last couple of days I’ve been imagining the “what ifs” in life that may have prevented me from even existing. For instance, what if the Civil War would have turned out differently? What about the Revolutionary War… or the First or Second World Wars? What could have happened that would have ultimately resulted in me not being born… or one of my parents… or one of my grand-parents or great grand-parents?

How many lives were sacrificed in so many different ways leading to the freedoms which resulted in my birth and this particular moment in time? It’s like a chain reaction… this has to happen in order for that to happen in order for this other thing to happen. We see it in books and movies all the time where any one of a dozen points in time could have drastically changed the course of someone’s life.

Ok, now I think I’m getting a headache. But I’m beginning to fathom a lot of stuff had to happen in order for me to even be here. And that means a lot of brave men and women sacrificed themselves in so many of these wars for me to even be here to write this. I’d like to think it makes me a little more appreciative… at least I hope so.

I’m also appreciative of you coming to visit and reading a story here and there and reading my ramblings. My opinion in the grand scheme of things is not all that important or critical. But sometimes a little something a person reads somewhere might get them to thinking… and thinking is usually a good thing, right?

Now I’d better start thinking about climbing into the vehicle mom calls “Travelor” and doing a little traveling to get out and about. I need to recharge my batteries and enjoy the sights and sounds around here. But I suspect I’ll have to make myself. Besides, it’s a good idea to get out and about so I can get fresh ideas for the future stories I want to write for you.

I hope you had a good weekend. Other than my back which is already getting better, I did enjoy a little barbecue. I hope you are enjoying the beginning of summer. And thanks for stopping by…

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Traffic stop in Dolcettville (male victim) 3.9 (8)

Posted on May 24, 2016 by riwa

I’m passing through some pretty wide open country when I come upon what looks like a small town out in the middle of nowhere. There are several buildings on Main Street along with several more grouped together in the center of town. But there isn’t much else. A handful of vehicles are parked along the curb.

The speed limit is 15, an incredibly slow speed for a town out in the middle of nowhere. I coast as I slow down, but I’m still doing 25 as I approach the only traffic light in town. As far as I am concerned it’s a crazy place to put a light.

I’m a few lengths away when of all things it suddenly turns yellow. I can’t believe it; I’m the only vehicle on the road! Instinctively I drive right through as there’s no one waiting on either side of the intersection.

I’m no more than two blocks past the light when I hear a siren behind me. A patrolman in an unmarked car is signaling for me to pull over. I never even saw him; I can’t believe this is happening to me!

I pull over to the curb on the edge of town, red-faced at having been caught running that light. That’s when I remember a story my mother once told me about my dad getting caught speeding through a small town. I guess I should have been more careful.

A beefy looking officer in dark glasses approaches the driver’s side door. I roll down my window while keeping my hands on the steering wheel. Then I hear a gruff voice tell me, “Please step out of the car, sir.”

My face flushes crimson as I carefully open the door and climb out. “Turn around and put your hands on the roof, sir.” My first urge is to protest but I wisely hold my tongue. After all, you never know about these small town officers.

He takes each arm and pulls it behind my back, cuffing my wrists together. I want to protest but I don’t know what to say or even what to ask him. “Sir, have I made a mistake?” I finally ask as carefully and as politely as I can.

“You certainly have,” he tells me as he takes me back to his patrol car.

He pushes me into the back seat and then starts the motor, leaving my car by the side of the road. I suddenly have a sick feeling in the pit of my gut. I can’t for the life of me think of what I might have done wrong to deserve all this.

We drive back to the traffic light I rolled through, turning right onto the cross street. He drives all the way down to a large brick building at the end of the street. It has a high concrete wall that gives me the impression of some sort of jail or prison.

I’m taken out of his vehicle and brought in through the glass doors marked The City of Dolcettville: Traffic Violations, Judiciary and Chastisement. I swallow hard as he takes me inside. He marches me right up to a uniformed redhead behind a tall counter.

“I caught this one speeding while running a red light, Esther. He’ll be perfect.” I swallow hard but I’m willing to pay any fine necessary. After all, I do have a credit card on hand.

She looks me up and down, giving me a smile that makes me feel uncomfortable. “He’ll do just fine, Ed. He looks to be in his twenties; full of energy. We haven’t had a good hanging in over a week.”

“H-hanging?” I stammer nervously. That’s when a young man in his twenties and a mature looking blonde come up to me, both wearing police uniforms.

“Take this one to cell number one, Marge. Get him ready to see Judge Gallows. I’ll notify the rest of the town. They’re all going to want to watch this one swing.”

“Judge Gallows?” I stammer nervously. “Swing?? What am I being charged with?”

“Breaking the law, honey,” the redhead tells me, licking her lips. “I’ll bet you last a long time!” My heart leaps into my throat as Officer Marge and her partner take me away.

–

Cell number one consists of three walls and not much else. The fourth wall is nothing but a set of bars going all the way across with a barred door set in the middle. There’s a lone table standing inside and nothing else: no toilet, no sink, no cot and no privacy.

The barred door is unlocked and I’m pushed inside. “Strip out of those clothes, honey,” Marge tells me. “We’ve got to get you ready to meet Judge Gallows.”

“Who’s Judge Gallows… and why is it necessary for me to strip?”

“You heard the lady,” the young man says, hitting me in the stomach with his fist and doubling me over.

“Now Eric, honey; that was totally uncalled for.”

“Criminals need to be made accountable, Marge.”

“Don’t worry; I’m cooperating,” I wheeze, grabbing my stomach.

When Eric again orders me to strip I waste no time getting out of my clothes. That’s when I see Marge start to shed her police uniform as well. What the hell??

“What are you doing?” I ask in astonishment. My face flushes crimson the moment she is every bit as naked as I am. Then she reaches inside a drawer in the table and pulls out a strap-on about seven inches long and an inch and a half thick.

My eyes fly open in horror as she starts to attach it to her waist. “Wh-what are you going to do with th-that, ma’am?”

“Just getting you ready for the Judge, honey. Now get on your knees like a good boy.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“She said get on your knees, lawbreaker!” Eric puts a hand on my shoulder and roughly forces me down.

“Ok – ok!” and I drop to my knees. Now I’ve got butterflies welling up in my stomach. What’s more, my cock is starting to stir for no reason whatsoever.

Marge steps up to me, waving the damned thing in my face. She smiles as she tells me, “I assume you understand what is required of you, honey.”

“No ma’am; I don’t understand. I only broke a couple of traffic laws–”

“Suck, damn you!” Eric demands, forcing my head forward.

I’m humiliated as hell, embarrassed beyond belief. I had no idea small towns had the freedom to treat their traffic violators in such a manner. “Better get sucking, honey,” Marge suggests. “You’ll be seeing Judge Gallows real soon. She’s going to expect the very best out of you.”

“The best of what?”

“I said SUCK!” and Eric forces my head forward.

Marge pushes the head of her strap-on against my lips, forcing my mouth open. Then she proceeds to skull fuck me right there in that bare cell with Eric watching. I gag as it hits the back of my throat.

I can’t believe she’s doing this to me with his help! What’s more, she doesn’t seem to care whether or not she’s shoving it in too deep. Then I hear a couple of male voices behind me, their comments more than a little disturbing…

“Hey, I see Marge has got a new one in cell number one!”

“That means there’s going to be a hanging out in the courtyard this afternoon after the Judge gets through with him!”

“Hot damn! Maybe we’ll all get a crack at him!”

My embarrassment reaches new heights as Marge fucks my face hard while I’m being watched from outside my cell. Eric stands there with his arms folded across his chest, a smirk on his face. He tells me I’d better get it good and wet because I ought to know just exactly where it’s going next.

I shudder in horror and revulsion. I’ve never had anything shoved up my ass before, much less some crazy bitch’s strap-on! I gag and gurgle as she fucks my mouth until I produce enough saliva on my own in utter humiliation.

Eric suddenly pulls me to my feet before bending me over the cold, metal table. I hear another drawer open, hear something make a metallic sound. Then my wrists are roughly cuffed behind my back.

“Judge Gallows is going to love you, honey!” Marge gasps with delight. Then she places the end of her strap-on against my anus, pushing hard until she forces it to go all the way inside. That’s when I cry out in utter humiliation.

I gasp as the damned thing fills me while I’m bent over the table, leaving me feeling as though I really need to take a dump. Then she really starts fucking me with it. Her thrusts become more pronounced until my body rocks across the table as she savagely violates my ass.

“How is he, Marge?” Eric wants to know.

“He’s tight, honey… seems like a newbie. Better get him ready to take her down his throat.”

“Gladly,” he says happily as he loosens his belt and unzips his fly. Then he pulls a cock out that is already hard and dripping with pre-cum. I shudder as I wonder what the hell he’s going to do with it.

He slides my head along the surface of the table until I’m leaning out across the corner. Then he pushes his cock up against my lips. It’s a good seven or eight inches and looks uncomfortably thick. I’ve never had anything like that in my mouth before.

“Suck it!” he demands, slapping my face hard. Then he starts to force it in past my lips until my mouth opens up to accommodate him.

He starts thrusting from the front as Marge continues to rape my ass from the back. Then I hear more voices from out in the hall. I glance over to see we’ve attracted quite a crowd. My face flushes crimson again.

I grunt and gurgle as he rams his cock hard into my mouth while the onlookers cheer him on. I gag on it as he pushes it deep down my throat. Meanwhile Marge fucks the shit out of me from behind as our voyeurs cry out for her to rape me harder. My cuffed hands jerk in vain behind my back, but there’s nothing I can do to stop my abuse.

I’m there for a good twenty minutes getting fucked in both ends; apparently the Judge is late. The disturbing part is when Marge and Eric change places. I’m forced to taste her strap-on having just come out of my ass while he enjoys fucking me up my butt. I’m utterly mortified as they continue abusing me sexually, especially when more onlookers both male and female gather out in the hall to watch.

I finally hear a female voice out in the hall telling everyone the Judge is ready for us. Cock and strap-on are mercifully pulled out of my holes. I groan in response to my abuse, hoping I won’t ever have to go through that again.

I suddenly hear another drawer open. “This is to avoid making a mess,” Eric tells me as he shoves something huge and uncomfortable up my butt. I cry out as it spreads me wide and then seats itself, making me clench around it uncomfortably.

I’m stood upright, feeling very sore in my ass with a nasty tang in my mouth. Marge and Eric get dressed before I’m marched out of the cell and down the hall in my nudity. I gimp along on my feet from the plug up my ass, following a parade of several officers. I’m further embarrassed as I’m forced to walk nude while my damned cock twitches in growing hardness.

The courtroom is only two hallways down. When I’m escorted inside the door I gasp in horror. It looks as though the whole damned town has turned out. There’s not an empty seat in the room.

I’m taken right up front and stood buck naked in front of a small table which doesn’t hide anything from prying eyes. I know I’m on the defendant’s side; I’ve been in a courtroom before. Then Officer Ed comes in and takes his place at the table for the prosecution. There are no chairs for the prosecution or the defense; we’re all forced to stand.

A tall bailiff comes in and proclaims, “All rise! The honorable Judge Judith Gallows presiding!” I hear everyone rise behind me as a woman in a black robe comes striding in standing almost as tall as the bailiff. She has black hair and what looks like a large chest behind that robe she’s wearing. I would think a Judge would wear something that fits loosely so as not to accent her huge breasts.

“She used to be named ‘Jude’,” Marge whispers into my ear with a snicker.

“Be seated,” the Judge states and everyone behind me sits down. Then she looks right at me.

“Is this the defendant?”

“It is, your honor,” Marge tells her formally.

“Has he been prepared for court?”

“He has,” Eric states proudly. He’s got a huge grin on his face.

“What are the charges, Ed?”

“Running a red light and speeding, your honor.”

“Is this true, young man?”

I gulp nervously; I don’t know how to answer. I don’t even seem to have any counsel. It looks like Marge and Eric are it… and they don’t seem the least bit sympathetic to my plight.

“Better answer her,” Marge whispers into my ear.

“Can I plead ‘not guilty’?” I whisper back.

“If you want. Did you actually do it? I mean run the red light and speed through town?”

“The light turned yellow just as I got there. And I suppose I was going too fast when I first entered town. I was trying to slow down but I had no idea I was supposed to go so slow.”

“Then Ed’s probably got you on camera. You’d better plead guilty or the Judge will really lower the boom on you once she sees the video.”

I swallow hard and then nod as I face the Judge. Maybe all of this will end if I confess. Maybe I’ll get off with nothing more than a steep fine and an embarrassing story to tell everyone… that is, if I even decide to share this small-town humiliation once I get back home.

“Young man, how do you plead?” the Judge repeats, sounding rather annoyed.

“Uh… guilty, your honor.”

“Ed?” she asks the patrolman.

“The video I have confirms his plea, your honor.”

“Very well. Is the town gathering?”

“Even as we speak, your honor,” a female voice I recognize as belonging to Esther pipes up from the back. I can’t believe everyone is in here seeing me naked like this.

“Very well. I hereby sentence the defendant to death by slow hanging, sentence to be carried out as soon as I am finished with him.” Then she rises up from behind the bench.

I gasp in horror at my sentence. But the gallery behind me buzzes excitedly; they seem eager to watch me hang. And what the hell was she talking about ‘finishing with me’? What is she going to do to me??

“Finished with me??” I whisper anxiously to Marge. She just chuckles as the Judge comes around her bench and approaches us. Marge pushes me out from behind the table as though to meet her. My face flushes crimson as my hard cock twitches; now I’m really embarrassed.

“The condemned will kneel before me,” she orders.

“I beg your pardon, your honor??”

“KNEEL!” Eric orders, coming around from the table to push me to my knees again. A moment later the Judge removes her robe and hands it over to Marge. Growing out of her waist is a cock even longer and thicker than Eric’s!

There is an excited gasp from the gallery as she steps up to me. “You know what to do, honey,” Marge says to me. “Better get busy or she’ll take your cock and balls home as a trophy BEFORE your hanging!”

My eyes fly open in horror as I start to get the shakes. Then she pushes her cock against my lips. I very hesitantly open my mouth and begin to suck on it.

She starts to thrust and I feel it pushing toward the back of my throat. This time I do my best to get her off. I sure as hell don’t want that monstrosity up my ass!

All courtroom decorum is lost the moment Judge Gallows starts fucking my mouth. Everyone starts applauding and cheering as she abuses me. Apparently this is a regular occurrence here in the town of Dolcettville.

I grunt as she rams it harder down my throat. That’s when I start wondering how many others have found themselves in this very same courtroom. Who else has been abused in here by this transsexual Judge before being condemned to death?

She fucks my mouth hard; I certainly do my best not to gag on it. It is huge; she seems mighty proud of it. But I don’t think my oral skills are good enough because she suddenly pulls out.

“Stand up, turn around, and bend over the table, lawbreaker.”

I look to Marge for help but I see no mercy in her expression. Instead I detect a look of murderous excitement in her eyes. She seems just as eager to watch the Judge fuck me as everyone else.

I’m a little too slow, causing Eric to spin me around hard and then force me over the table. He jerks that butt plug out of my ass, making me cry out again. “Fuck him hard, Judge!” he declares proudly. “We got him ready for you back in cell one. But his ass should still be nice and tight for you!”

“Excellent,” she cackles behind me. “You’ll see how seriously we deal with lawbreakers around here, young man.” Then she brutally thrusts that huge cock home.

I cry out in agony; I just can’t help myself. She rams it in hard, gasping with delight each time she thrusts. If anything I can feel her swelling inside me, can actually feel her growing bigger. The thought of her cock exploding in my ass makes me flush crimson with shame.

At first I hope it will end quickly; besides, I really have to take a dump. But she seems to enjoy “punishing” me. Five minutes turn into ten… and then fifteen.

My own cock hardens shamefully no matter how hard I try to stop it. I keep looking at the clock on the back wall, wondering how long this is going to last. Then a young female officer opens the door.

“The town is all gathered, Judge; the gallows is ready.”

“Excellent!” Judge Gallows declares. “Now I’m going to show this young man we don’t take too kindly to lawbreakers around here!” And with that she really rapes me hard, much to the cheers and applause of everyone watching.

It’s another five minutes before her cock finally explodes in my ass. My own goes off shamefully, spurting my load onto the floor of the courtroom to the jeers of the spectators. When the Judge pulls out Eric is right there with that painfully large butt plug, ramming it back into my ass so I won’t spill any of the Judge’s cum.

Marge hands the black robe back to her and she solemnly puts it on. Then she heads for a side door. Marge and Eric march me forward to follow as the spectators gather behind us.

We step out into the early afternoon sun only for me to gasp at all the people standing around waiting for us. That’s when I notice the gallows standing in the middle of the courtyard. It is elevated with thirteen steps going up either side. A lone noose hangs from the middle over the trap while a lever stands back in one corner.

The Judge pauses at the base of the steps where Eric and Marge stop with me between them. “This will teach you hooligans not to break the proud laws of Dolcettville,” she declares. Then once more she parts her robe, revealing her semi erect cock. Gawd; not again??

Eric forces me to kneel as Marge grasps it and feeds it to me. It starts to harden in my mouth as she forces it in deeper. My cock twitches shamefully as I start to harden again. I don’t know if it’s from the humiliation of being force-fed cock or the fact I’m going to be hanging soon.

She rams it hard in and out of my mouth until it suddenly explodes. I get a couple spurts of her cum before she pulls out and splatters my face. I had no idea she could cum again so fast.

It’s another humiliation in a day filled with humiliations. Eric and Marge walk me up the steps, cum dripping out of my eyes and down my cheeks. My own cock is stiff and throbbing as I gasp for breath.

I can’t believe this is happening to me! Surely this must be some sort of mistake! Isn’t there a higher court I can appeal to??

They walk me all the way up the steps and then force me over to the trap. My cock feels stiffer than it’s ever felt before; I’m scared to death. I can’t believe they’re actually going to hang me!

I turn to see the arresting officer has followed us up. Behind him stands that redhead Esther who is now wearing black domination garb of her own with her large tits and dripping cunt fully exposed. She looks bigger now that she’s no longer hidden behind a tall counter. What’s more, she brandishes a menacing looking strap-on of her own!

She comes up to me and grabs the noose, wrapping it around my neck. I shiver as I feel the rough hemp caress my throat, my cock twitching in response. I look down to see the whole town – officers and citizens alike – all dressed up as though attending a Sunday picnic.

I suddenly hear a familiar voice in my ear. “Remember me, lawbreaker? This is Ed, your arresting officer. Now I’m going to fuck you up good, son! This will teach you to break the law!”

I suddenly cry out as the plug is pulled out of my ass. Then Ed bends me over at the waist. I expect to pitch forward off the platform 13 feet off the ground. But the noose pulls me up short, causing me to gasp from its tightness.

I feel a cock up my ass as he starts to rape me from behind. My face flushes hotly as I grunt and gurgle with shame. The crowd below cheers as he brutalizes my ass.

I grunt with each thrust; my face sweating from the humiliation of it all. My cock is stiff and twitching; I can’t shut the damn thing down. And I have no idea how long he’s going to fuck me.

He keeps at it for several minutes, much to the cheers of the gathered spectators. He finally lets out a guttural cry as he rams it in deep. I feel his hot seed in my colon mixing with that of the Judge. Then he comes around front, still forcing me to bend over at the waist.

“Clean it, lawbreaker!” he orders, forcing it in past my lips. I taste salty cum mixed with the tang of my ass on his dick.

At the same time I hear movement behind me. Then I hear that redhead bend over and whisper into my ear.

“My name is Esther; I’ll be your hangwoman today, lawbreaker. I’ve been looking forward to fucking you and then hanging you from the moment I laid eyes on you! First I’m going to pack all that cum deep inside you! Then I’m going to hang your lawbreaking ass!” And with that she rams me so hard I cry out into the cock in my mouth as the crowd cheers again.

It’s humiliating being forced to suck my arresting officer after his cock has just come out of my ass. It’s even more embarrassing having that redheaded bitch fuck me from behind while everyone is watching. My cock is stiff and twitching but there’s nothing I can do about that.

Ed finally pulls out just as Esther rams me hard. I let out another cry of agony as the spectators roar their approval. Then that damnable butt plug is shoved hard back up into my rectum, causing me to cry out again.

I’m finally pulled upright, staring miserably at all the people looking up from down below. A black hood suddenly appears from out of nowhere and is pulled down over my head. A drawstring of some sort cinches it around my neck.

I gasp in terror as my heart rate skyrockets. I find it hard to breathe through the thick, musty hood as a feeling of claustrophobia overtakes me. Then the crowd goes silent and I stiffen in horror.

I hear the Judge’s voice ring out, “HANG THE LAWBREAKER!” Then I hear the lever crank behind me. I stiffen in anticipation of a fall and a breaking neck. But I don’t plummet downward.

I keep hearing the lever cranking; is the damned thing broken? How long am I going to have to stand here?? Then I feel the noose start to tighten with each crank.

I rasp as I’m lifted up off my heels. Another crank and I’m pulled up a little higher. Another pulls me up onto the balls of my feet; another has me up to where I’m barely keeping contact with my toes. And then it stops, leaving me right there.

Is that it??!!

I struggle to pull air into my lungs as my toes brush the floor of the gallows. What the hell kind of a hanging is THIS??!! My lungs heave in my chest; I’m in agony!

My feet shuffle as I struggle to stay in contact with the floor of the gallows with my toes. Sometimes I have it; sometimes I lose it. I don’t understand! I’m in agony and my chest is on fire!

Somewhere a distant crowd is cheering. I struggle to find the floor with my toes, my legs kicking a little. I manage to pull little puffs of air into my lungs, the suffocating hood collapsing around my face with each little breath I take.

My ass hurts like hell; there’s something huge inside I keep trying to squeeze back out. My cock is stiff and erect, frozen in time at the point of wanting that release. I keep rasping little breaths of air through the hood covering my head. Then I hear one more crank from the lever, and I lose what little footing I had with the floor as my feet flutter in vain.

My legs begin to peddle. Then I start to kick as I search for something to stand upon. I feel myself swinging back and forth, my naked body twisting in the noose as my stiff cock bounces.

I kick and then instinctively jerk my knees up to relieve the agony around my neck. Why the hell is it taking so damned long?? I’m getting just enough air; is the noose too damned thick??

It takes several minutes before I finally tire myself out, hanging limp as my body sways quietly. I can’t get any air down my throat; I’m so hungry to breathe! Then I feel a hand on my stiff cock, stroking me until I’m finally able to release that buildup.

I hear a giggle from somewhere far away. Then I hear a familiar voice tell me, “The whole town is going to enjoy fucking your corpse after you’re dead, lawbreaker.” Then I hear the lever crank again.

The rope suddenly gives way and I’m dropping, plummeting as though caught in a falling elevator. I start to scream in my mind, absolutely terri…

CRIIICK!!

(Partly inspired by the Dolcett comic The tightrope Zone)

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