Underwater Research Laboratory drowning tests 4 4.5 (13)

Posted on April 14, 2025 by riwa

I was just making the finishing touches on a new contraption for drowning experiments when Janet Wamsley came up to me…

“Doc, can I see you for a moment?”

I shook my head as I reminded her that Dr. Crocker was the true doctor around here. She chuckled as she told me how everyone else was referring to me as that, especially Jenna and Briana. Then she added, “Speaking of Jenna and Briana…”

“What about them?” I asked. “Are they having second thoughts? Do they wish to depart?”

“No, doc; it’s not that at all. It’s just that…” Then Janet lowered her head as she told me, “Those drowning experiments you conducted the other day? I, uh… I’d like to be next… that is, if you don’t mind.”

“Miss Wamsley, you know the dangers. Besides, Skip would kill me.”

“No he won’t, doc. I’m volunteering of my own free will.”

“Janet, you’re here to help me take readings and monitor the valves and devices. You’re not here to be a part of the experiments.”

“I know that, doc. But watching Jenna and Briana during those last experiments? I just… I mean… I want to… you know… I really enjoy being in the water, doc. I would appreciate it if you would consider using me for at least one experiment, especially now that Jenna and Briana are out of service for the next few days.”

“Janet, I’m not sure…”

“What about using this contraption, doc?”

She pointed at the new water tube Dr. Crocker had recently installed. I was in charge of making sure it functioned properly. And since we were testing using specially oxygenated water, it was another way of seeing more results concerning an individual drowning in that water.

The tube was up, and I was filling it with water to check on the seals. Janet observed the immobilization pieces within. She just stared as though mesmerized.

I filled it completely. Then I let it stand like that for several minutes. Janet remained right there with me, looking inside the glass at the filled chamber.

I drained all the water away. Then I retracted the glass tube. It lowered into the floor with a hiss, leaving only the wet platform and the immobilization frame.

Janet stepped closer and touched the metal framing. Then she turned toward me. “Doc, can I…?” She paused without finishing the thought.

“I don’t know, Miss Wamsley. There’s not much room in there. You can see it’s quite claustrophobic.”

“Oh, doc,” she breathed. “I’d like to try it anyway; if it’s ok with you. May I? I mean… I’d like to drown at least once before Jenna and Briana recover and start demanding you drown them again.”

“I don’t know…”

“Doc, please?”

I sighed heavily. “Well, everything seems in order. I suppose the next step in the process is to put someone inside and see what happens.”

“Then I’m your girl!” Janet proclaimed. A moment later she realized she’d come across a little too demanding as she added, “Please, doc? If it’s ok with you?”

I checked my wristwatch. “They might be available,” I murmured. “Let me check.”

I left to go contact our two orderlies. They said they could be ready in a few minutes. They seemed more than a little eager once I explained that Miss Wamsley would be the participant in the next experiment.

I went back to the room with the drowning contraption, only to discover Janet was gone. Had she changed her mind? Inwardly I was glad, as I did not want to incur Skip’s wrath if something happened to her.

I was about to go back and contact the orderlies to cancel their assistance when Janet returned. This time, she was wearing a robe. She smiled as she told me she was ready to drown for me.

I shook my head. “I don’t know about this, Miss Wamsley. I’m not sure how Skip would feel if I…”

“Skip would be thrilled to hear I got to participate in a fetish of mine. He’ll be happy to learn I got to drown under monitored conditions.”

“Being monitored does not guarantee safety, Miss Wamsley.”

“Oh, but I want to, doc. Besides, I can’t wait to see how jealous Jenna and Briana will be once I arrive in the infirmary after participating in a drowning experiment. They’ll be positively green with envy!”

“I don’t think you have the right frame of mind for the experiment, Miss Wamsley.”

About that time, the two orderlies arrived. Janet grinned at them as she shed her robe. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing underneath.

They both tried to maintain their professionalism as they looked my way. I just motioned at the frame before telling them, “Put her in it. I guess she really wants to drown.”

Janet Wamsley climbed onto the platform. The orderlies worked to lock her into the metal frame. She looked as though she was trying to be professional about it all. But her excitement showed through her demeanor.

They got her all locked in. Janet flexed her hands. She was really locked in nice and snug.

The orderlies stepped out of the way. “Ok, Miss Wamsley; if that’s the way you want it. I guess I’ll have to drown you then.”

I went over to the controls and got started. A moment later, there was a distinct hissing sound. The walls to her tube were rising up all around her.

She panted for breath as the tube rose up out of the floor until it came in contact with the ceiling above. There was another hissing sound as it sealed… or at least, that’s what it was supposed to do. Janet just stood there, panting like crazy as her hands kept flexing.

I spoke into the mike. “Ready to drown in there, Miss Wamsley?”

“Wow, doc! You make it sound so exciting when you say it like that! Yes, I’m more than ready!” Her voice reverberated inside the chamber.

I shook my head as I started the water. It rose up around her feet, reaching her ankles. She closed her eyes and panted for breath. Was that a distinct moan I heard from inside the tube?

There was no need to delay the procedure. This was not for dramatic effect. Thus, water rapidly filled her chamber.

“Big breath, Miss Wamsley. Or don’t take one, if you prefer. You’re going to drown either way.”

She inhaled sharply. I thought I saw her cheeks bulge. The water was soon past her breasts and almost to her neck.

The specially prepared water rose all the way up past her face. It kept flowing until there was a quiet hum. A light on my board came on, indicating the chamber was completely full.

Janet’s eyes opened up at that moment. Her cheeks were still bulging. Was she having second thoughts? Or was the excitement of the moment overwhelming her sense of reason and caution?

“Hold your breath for as long as you want in there, Miss Wamsley. Or don’t hold it at all. You wanted to drown. So I’m going to make sure you get your wish.” I just hoped I wasn’t going to regret my decision to let her go through with it.

She held her breath for one minute. A few bubbles trickled out of her nose. Then she passed a second minute.

Her nipples were erect. She appeared to be sexually excited about the whole thing. She certainly looked as though she was writhing about in there.

Was she feeling claustrophobic? Was she regretting her decision? What was going through her mind at that moment?

I noticed the orderlies were staring at her. I could tell they were affected by her decision to go naked. It sounded like they were breathing heavily.

Janet hitched as she lost a sudden burst of bubbles. Instinctively, she bulged her cheeks. Her eyes widened in alarm.

She lost another burst of bubbles. Janet hitched again. A convulsion rippled through her chest, setting her breasts to bouncing.

She appeared to take a huge gulp. There was an immediate response as she coughed up bubbles. Then she began thrashing about in her metal confinement.

The orderlies stared. I stared right along with them. Then Janet went into seizures as she kept gulping water.

I thought I saw a discharge down around her crotch. A few more bubbles came out of her parted lips. Janet stared dully as though she couldn’t believe what had just happened to her.

I gave her the same mental countdown as I had with Jenna and Briana. Then I drained the tank. When it was empty, I began the process of retracting the chamber into the floor below.

The glass encircling her had just barely disappeared into the floor when the orderlies sprang into action. That was a lot of metal holding her in place. But they had her out of it surprisingly fast.

They hefted her around the corner to their waiting gurney. She was carefully laid out upon it as they started CPR. I thought I heard coughing as they wheeled her down the hall toward the infirmary.

—

A couple hours later, I went to go check up on her. She was in bed, beaming from ear to ear when I arrived. Her roommates looked less than pleased the moment I entered.

“She’s been telling us all about it, doc,” Jenna complained.

“You didn’t tell us about that drowning chamber,” Briana added petulantly.

“That’s because it wasn’t quite ready yet, ladies.”

“Well, you should have told us!”

“I would have told you, Jenna, once it was ready.”

“Well, now you have to let us try it out next, doc.”

“I’ll have to see how the data comes out with Janet’s drowning, Briana. I don’t know if I’ll need to use it again, or how soon.”

“It won’t be soon enough,” Jenna told me. “I’m going next.”

“I’m next,” Briana interrupted. “I want the orgasm that Janet’s been bragging about.”

“I take it you’re unharmed, Miss Wamsley?”

“Unharmed?? She fucking loved it, doc! I want to ride it next!”

I looked at Jenna and shook my head at her remark. “Allow me to process this batch of data first.” Then I nodded at Janet.

“Thank you, Miss Wamsley, for your participation.”

“Happy to do it, doc. Contact me anytime I can be of further assistance.”

Briana was having none of that. “Oh, no! I’m going next!”

Jenna quickly interjected, “No, I am!”

I just shook my head at the three of them. But Miss Wamsley’s expression indicated she was more than satisfied all the way around with the outcome of the experiment. I wisely took my leave before any further arguments could develop.

2022 (written for Skip and Drownlover July 11 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by the vidcaps I took from Skip’s clip.)

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The last time I filmed her 4.2 (19)

Posted on April 7, 2025 by riwa

Melissa greets me at the door in a black, lacy one-piece outfit with spaghetti straps, an outfit that’s almost see-through. She has a look of excitement in her eyes.

“You like?” she asks eagerly, modeling it for me. I nod, my eyes staring hungrily at her body.

“I’m glad you called and wanted to come over today. It’s been awhile since we shot that last set of asphyxia scenes. I’ve been aching to shoot a few more. I’m so excited that I’m actually wet down below!” Then she giggles impishly.

I’m not surprised. I can see her nipples poking through the fabric of her flimsy outfit. “I should’ve known,” I reply with a wry smile. “I forgot how much you enjoy doing this.”

She grins before deliberately rubbing her breasts in front of me. “Do a good job on me today and I’ll thank you in a more ‘expressive’ manner.”

She sees the camera gear and the duffel bag in my arms. Her eyes twinkle excitedly. “So where do you want me first?”

Damn! She’s more than a little excited. This is going to be fun. Too bad this is going to be the last time I film her.

“Why don’t you start in that rocker over there,” I say, pointing at a blue rocker in the living room. “We’ll go from there, ok? Why don’t you pretend you’re watching TV?”

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asks. I can tell she’s trembling with excitement.

“Let’s let that be a surprise, shall we?” I suggest with a sly smile. She nods agreeably.

“Oh, FUCK!” she gasps. “I’m horny as hell. I hope your insurance is all paid up… ‘cause after we’re done filming, I plan on having you leave here crippled by the time I get through with you.” She gives me a wicked grin before adding, “I can’t wait to get started.”

I can tell she’s raring to go. Never have I had such a willing “victim”. It’s going to make things so much easier.

I place the duffel bag in the dining room so she can’t see the toys I brought with me. Then I set up the camera as she takes her place in the rocker. She’s so excited that her nipples look like they’re going to pop off.

I call out, “Ready?” She nods eagerly.

I walk over to the TV set and turn it on. I walk back to the camera and turn THAT on. Then I walk past her into the dining room.

As I pass by I allow a hand to trail briefly over one of her breasts. She sighs excitedly. Then she tries to concentrate on a TV program she has absolutely no interest in watching.

I grab the item out of the duffel bag that I plan on using. Then I pause at the entrance to the living room, forcing her to wait. I know how much these asphyxia games make her excited. So I want to prolong her sweet agony by making her try to be patient. She’ll be in real agony soon enough.

I slip back into the room and come up behind her. Then I quickly wrap the red necktie I have in my hands around her throat. She lets out a startled cry as her hands instinctively flutter up.

I make it snug as I pull hard on both ends. Instantly she starts bucking and squirming, gasping madly for the breath that’s being denied her. Her mouth opens and closes in a futile attempt to pull air into her lungs.

Her eyes focus on some distant spot on the ceiling. Meanwhile she reaches up for the object that’s strangling her. I watch her thrust outward with her hips as though she’s fucking some invisible lover.

Her face starts to get red as her tongue slips out of her mouth, saliva gathering at the tip. I notice her eyes start to roll. She spasms wonderfully as her legs kick frantically, delicious gasps for breath spilling out of her opened mouth.

Her legs stop kicking as her hands fall limply into her lap. Her head lolls off to one side. That’s when I loosen the tie from around her throat.

I step away for several seconds, allowing the camera to capture the scene. Then I loudly call out, “CUT!” That’s when I walk over to the camera and shut it off.

“Oh, FUCK!” Melissa gasps, a dazed look in her eyes. “I really came hard that time. I guess I didn’t realize how excited I was.”

“There’s more,” I tell her before I walk back into the dining room.

She excitedly gasps, “Gawd, I hope so!”

I pick up a chair and then bring it into the living room. I place it in front of the sectional and point to it. “Sit!” I tell her authoritatively.

Obediently she jumps out of the rocker and moves over to the chair as I adjust the camera. “I’m supposed to be unconscious?” she asks excitedly. “You’re going to do more to me, aren’t you?”

“You’re damn right I am,” I say with an evil smile.

I see her gasp eagerly. Then she slumps in the chair as though unconscious.

“I’m turning the camera on now,” I tell her. “Stay just like that. I’ll be right back. Don‘t look up.”

She gives me no response. She just sits there quiet and unmoving. ‘Good girl,’ I think as I walk into the dining room.

I come back into the living room with what I need. I stop by the rocker and pick up the discarded necktie. I have a different use for it now.

I step over to Melissa before taking the tie and wrapping it around her head, covering her mouth. Then I open the box I brought in with me. That’s when I start wrapping my victim in green Saran Wrap, effectively pinning her to the chair with her arms at her sides.

I swear I can feel her body trembling as I secure her to the chair. Moments later I’m done. Then I step aside to allow the camera to focus on the helpless creature sitting totally at my mercy.

“Wake up, bitch!” I state authoritatively. She moans through the tie covering her mouth. Her eyes open wide as she discovers the situation she’s in.

She starts grunting at me, shaking her head while manifesting an appropriate expression of fear. But I can see how hard it is for her to mask her excitement. Still, she’s doing an admirable job.

I’m so glad she answered that ad I placed in the paper so many months ago. I’ve gotten a lot of great photos of her. It’s just too bad this has to be our last time together.

“Let’s start with this, shall we!” I state enthusiastically as I lift the box of Saran Wrap in front of her, exposing a section of the green material between my hands. “Shall I kill you now?” Then I move forward menacingly.

I hear her muffled grunts of “NOOO… NOOO!” She violently shakes her head. But I can see the “OHGAWD, YES!” in her eyes as I approach.

I slip behind her as she deliciously begs for her life. Then I quickly bring the section of material up over her face. That’s when I pull hard, suffocating her.

Melissa tries to scream through the necktie and the plastic wrap. It’s a wonderful, terror-stricken scream. It once again reminds me how fortunate I was to find her.

Soon enough, she can’t scream at all. I see the plastic covering her mouth and nose wrinkle in and out. She fights desperately to breathe.

Her legs start to kick wildly as she tries to fight me. But the wrap has her pinned quite nicely to the chair. She can’t even move her arms to stop me!

She grunts and struggles, her eyes closed as she suddenly shudders hard. It makes me wonder if she’s having another orgasm. At least she’s enjoying these photo sessions of ours.

I see her hands clench and unclench at her sides. Her face starts to turn red again. I see one more desperate effort at resisting. Then she stops fighting as her body goes limp.

I remove the plastic from her face. Her head flops forward. There is no further movement.

A moment later she jerks a little as she starts to come around. I realize I’ve actually made her pass out. Incredible! What a great scene this is going to make!

“Are you still with me, bitch?” She groans weakly.

“Good! That means I can have some more fun with you before I finish you off!”

I unloosen the tie from around her mouth. It falls down around her neck. Then I walk over to the camera and turn it off so I can set it up from another angle.

“Oh, FUCK – that was hot!” she gasps. “I must’ve cum a couple times at least. I think I even passed out for a couple seconds there!”

“I think you did too,” I reply. “You’re doing ok, aren’t you?”

“Oh, YEAH!” she replies eagerly. “This is great shit! How’s the video coming?”

“What – you want me to shoot the scene all over again?” I ask with amusement.

I can see by her expression that she probably wouldn’t mind that at all. Then I double check the recorder. “Turning the camera on…. NOW!”

Instantly her expression changes to one of fear. She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. “Please! I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t kill me!”

Excellent! We’ve done this before, and she plays the part well. She hardly needs any direction from me as she knows full well what‘s expected of her.

“But I can’t let you go,” I tell her. “You’ve seen my face.”

“I won’t tell another soul; I swear!”

“Hah! As soon as I leave, you’ll go running right to the police.”

“No, I won’t; honest!”

She follows me with her eyes until I casually walk behind her. She’s “terrified” over what I‘m going to do to her next. Then I grab the tie and start to adjust it around her neck so I can strangle her with it.

“NOOOO! OHGAWD – I DON’T WANNA DIE! NOOOO – AWK!”

I start to pull until I feel her body struggle in the chair. Her hands flex as her legs start to kick outward. Delicious little gasps emerge out of her lungs until her chest heaves as she fights for breath.

She gurgles as she tries to force air through her windpipe. Instinctively she looks up at the ceiling as though pleading to the Almighty to deliver her. Her tongue wiggles out past her lips as though it too is trying to reach oxygen. That’s when her face turns a wonderful shade of red.

Melissa gawks and gasps as she tries to breathe, her struggles getting weaker. At that moment I get a whiff of her arousal as it wafts up from the seat of the chair. It looks like a little puddle might be developing down there. Then she shudders hard before suddenly going all limp on me.

I loosen my grip on the necktie as her head flops back, her eyes glazed over. I see her body tremble before she gasps for breath again. That’s when I allow the tie to dangle loosely from her neck as I move to turn off the camera and change the angle once more.

“Oh, FUCK!” she sputters. “THAT was INCREDIBLE! I REALLY came hard that time!”

“I know – I can smell it,” I tell her with a grin.

She lowers her head and blushes. Then she gives me a big grin. “You just wait until I can properly repay you! You’re gonna be sore for a month!”

I tell her, “But I’m the one who pays YOU for these scenes! After all, you’re getting $500 for this latest batch of material.”

“I know – I know. Sometimes I think I’d be willing to do this shit for nothing!”

I just laugh at that. “Yeah, you probably would, wouldn’t you? So are you ready for the next scene?”

“Oh, HELL yeah!”

“Action!” I respond as I start the camera once more.

Instantly she transforms herself into the helpless little victim. “PLEASE! Don’t HURT me anymore! I promise – I’ll never tell another soul, OK? Please let me go!”

I walk up to her, grab the tie and start to wrap it around her mouth once again. “NOOO!” she wails, her cry muffled, yet understandable. “NOOOO!”

“Time to take care of you once and for all!” I declare. Then I turn and walk out into the dining room to retrieve my last prop, her muffled wails echoing in my ears.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”

I walk back in with some clear plastic folded up in my hand. Her eyes widen in alarm. “UNH-UNH… UNH-UNH!” and she starts shaking her head.

I unfurl it with a quick flick of the wrist. Then I open it like I’m opening a bag to rake leaves into. Her eyes get even bigger.

She cries out in terror. Then she starts squirming around as I approach her. I find the opening and pull it down over her, chair and all.

It’s an empty bag I found that was used to protect some large electronic equipment. It’s large enough to contain both Melissa and her chair. It’s a good thing I didn’t throw it away back then.

I begin pulling it down over the top of her. It’s a pretty large bag. She tries to act frightened, but I can tell it’s having quite the sexual effect on her.

She shakes her head as she struggles in the chair. I adjust the bag, pulling it down until it totally covers her. It hangs down past the seat, almost totally encasing her.

I can only imagine how aroused she is. I can only imagine how strong her aroma is inside the bag. That’s when I think once more about what I’m about to do to her.

I feel my own arousal ratchet up a notch. Then I step back and admire my handiwork. This is turning out far better than I could have possibly imagined.

Melissa plays her part perfectly. Her terrified expression is evident on her face. She cries out through the tie covering her mouth.

I watch her shake her head as she vainly tries to free herself. Her muffled cries cause the bag to fluff as her breath leaves her nose. Then I walk over to the camera and watch a few more seconds through the display before crying out “CUT!”

She pauses to stare at me. Her chest rises and falls. I strongly suspect she’s climaxed again.

“Are you enjoying this?” I ask with a wicked smile as I move the camera to another angle. She eagerly nods at me. I suspect the tie over her mouth is hiding a rather large grin.

I walk over to her and pat her on the head. “Good! Just one more camera angle. Then we’ll be finished.”

I see a flash of disappointment in her features. “Oh, don’t worry,” I say reassuringly. “This scene will be the best ever, Melissa. Because in this scene I intend to kill you once and for all.”

I pause to allow that to sink in. She looks at me in surprise, her expression frozen. I can see in her eyes that she’s thinking it over, trying to decide whether I’m being serious or if I’m just playing the game. So I decide to help her out with this one…

“That’s right, Melissa. This is going to be our last time together. I’m already packed up; everything I own is in the van outside. I’ve done all the scenarios I think you are capable of doing. But I think it’s time to find some new blood. You’ve been great, babe. But all good things must come to an end. Now it’s time for you to die.”

Her eyes widen as I bend down and start the camera. Then I look at her, lick my lips and dramatically say “ACTION!” I see the color drain from her face as I slowly walk toward her.

Her eyes open wide. Then she shakes her head as she starts to struggle. It makes me think this will be her best fight for life ever.

I walk behind her and wrap my hands around her neck. Then I slowly start to squeeze. I hear a muffled “NOOOOOOO!” as she really starts to struggle.

The chair rocks as she fights to get free. I hear muffled cries of terror as the plastic around her face wrinkles out and in, out and in. I squeeze my hands a little harder, but not too hard.

I want her to experience one last orgasm before she dies… maybe even two! I want the camera to capture her glorious climax as her life is casually snuffed out. I want it to be our best video shoot ever.

Melissa cries out in agony, suffering from the combined horror of suffocation and slow strangulation. At that moment I know I’m making an excellent video. Her rapid gasps for breath cause the bag to inflate and deflate noticeably around her head.

It isn’t long before her cries become indistinguishable croaks and gurgles as I squeeze a little tighter. She struggles like a hellcat. But the Saran Wrap holding her to the chair is too tight.

She’s finally beginning to understand she’s not getting out of the chair alive. Then I feel her body shuddering madly as her hips thrust outward. It tells me she’s having one hell of an orgasm!

Sadistic bastard that I am, I ease my grip around her neck, allowing her to suck in stale air inside the bag. If anything, it causes her to struggle a bit more. Then I cruelly tighten my grip around her neck.

I hear a muffled “GAWK!” as her body tries to fight me. I decide it’s time. “Time for you to die, Melissa,” I say softly into her ear.

I’m certain she heard me. Then I squeeze hard, choking the very life out of her. I hear a muffled grunt as her body shudders in my grasp.

For a moment I think I can once more detect the heady aroma of her arousal slipping out from inside the bag. Her legs kick wildly as though they can somehow free the rest of her body all by themselves. I know she‘s cumming hard one last time.

A moment later her orgasm sends her to oblivion as her body shuts down. I feel her relax in my grasp. I maintain my chokehold for another couple of minutes, making sure life cannot return before I let go. Then I release her, allowing her head to slump forward.

I step aside and allow the camera to record her unmoving body for several seconds. Then I gently remove it from its tripod so that I can record her eternal slumber from every angle. Strangely, she looks more intoxicating than at any time I’ve ever known her.

It’s time to go…

Sighing heavily, I proceed to gather up my equipment. I stuff everything into the duffel bag including the plastic bag, all the Saran Wrap, the necktie… everything. The smell of her orgasms hangs heavy in the room. I just hope that she got off as much as the people who will pay handsomely to acquire the video I’ve just shot.

I look at her one last time as she slumps in the chair. That will never do. She looks too uncomfortable.

I gently pick her up and lovingly stretch her body out on the sectional. Then I give her a quick peck on the lips as a “thank you” before gathering my things and heading out the door. Then I’m off to a new city… in search of a new model to film before I eventually snuff her cute, unsuspecting ass…

2007; 2021 (written for “Melissa” Feb 15 ’07; ed. Sep 18 ‘21 by riwa)

(Pictures are from my personal collection and have been added for illustration purposes.)

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Underwater Research Laboratory drowning tests 3 4.2 (18)

Posted on March 31, 2025 by riwa

Both Jenna and Briana showed no ill effects from their initial drownings. Doctor Crocker had dutifully looked in on each one during their time in the infirmary after each one had drowned and had been revived, making his own notations. Then he came to see me.

“Both subjects seem to be in good health and great spirits,” he told me. “I hear you tried to discourage them from taking part in the initial drownings. Not only are they undeterred, it would seem they’re both eager for you to drown them again.”

“The fault is mine, Doctor,” I admitted. “I was concerned over their participation and their willingness to drown. In an attempt to make things more… palatable, shall we say? I included a little erotica for them both. I fear I’ve only fueled their thirst for more.”

“Indeed you have, I would say,” he chuckled wryly. “It seems they both wish to… how shall I say this? Oh hell; they want you to fuck them as you drown them.” He smiled at me as my face went beet red with embarrassment.

“You seem to have made an impression on them,” he went on with a chuckle. “But I’m more interested in the results to the mist and the modified water tests. I’m afraid it will require more experiments if we are to have any data to process. So tell me,” he added with a wry grin. “Are you willing to drown them for science, especially if fucking them in the process is the price you have to pay?”

“I’m still concerned about their safety, doctor.”

“They’ve volunteered; have they not? I trust your judgment. I would tell you to make sure you have any and all safety precautions set in place. But I already know you well enough to know you’ll be as careful with them as is humanly possible.” Then he patted me on the shoulder.

“Better get to it, my friend,” he grinned. “The last I saw, they were eyeing the orderlies like sides of beef. So the way I figure it, you might as well go and enjoy yourself. I trust your data will be… relatively objective?”

I shook my head in dismay as he turned and walked away. I swear I heard him mutter, “Poor guy. Those girls are gonna wear him out if he’s not careful.” Then I heard him chuckle as he rounded a corner and disappeared out of sight…

—

I was still trying to work these girls into seeing the danger of volunteering, especially since our tests included some inherent risks – including the possibility of lung damage. I suppose I was trying to frighten them away by encouraging them to pack up their bags and end their participation. But I guess they’d gotten a taste of something exciting about the whole thing, especially since I’d included an erotic aspect to the experiments.

I decided to try one more test on each one, just to see how far they were truly willing to go. This time, I figured I needed to include some sort of sex in it, as they’d both pretty much begged me to fuck them as I drowned them. The only question was how to proceed.

I figured I would do the mist test with Briana and the saturated water experiment with Jenna. I had something in mind for them both, especially the little brown-haired submissive. I figured when I was done with them, I would either put the fear of God into them… or I would have a couple of – dare I say it – ‘drowning sluts’ on my hands.

Janet Wamsley was on loan to me for the day. So I put her to work preparing Briana’s test. She came in wearing white shorts and a white button-up blouse. Even with the top couple of buttons open, it barely contained her breasts. Her cleavage was showing rather nicely, but she was all business.

I called on the 31 year old blonde-haired, blue eyed Aryan to report to the room where the experiment was going to occur. Briana showed up 3 minutes later in a light blue Speedo that highlighted her 34DD’s. She smiled when she saw me. I could tell she was excited as hell.

As I slipped behind a glass screen to check a control panel, I allowed the lovely Janet to prepare her. Briana was asked to remove her swimsuit. Then she was strapped vertically into a set of ropes and chains that hung down from the ceiling.

I overheard the amorous German try to come on to Miss Wamsley. But Janet was straight – the consummate professional. The woman’s efforts were in vain.

It wasn’t long until the naked, buxom blonde was held suspended a couple inches off the floor of the room, her legs spread and held open. Her nipples were hard, and she appeared to be quite excited as she gently swung back and forth. A full face mask hung next to her head, the hose going up into the ceiling.

I removed my clothes as Janet prepared Briana. When she came back around to monitor the controls, she gave me a knowing smile without saying a word.

As she studied the readouts, I came out around the glass screen to face Briana. Her eyes lit up excitedly. Then she gave me a rather lewd smile upon noticing my hardening cock.

“Oh, Doc!” she gasped breathlessly. “You’ve REALLY got me helpless here! So what are you going to do to me? Is the entire room going to flood or something?” Her pussy was perfectly level with my crotch. She was the right height for me, and was totally helpless.

Without a word, I took the full facemask and adjusted it tightly onto her head. “Breath-games, eh Doc?” she gasped hopefully, her mask somewhat muffling her words.

When I turned to look at Janet manning the controls, she nodded at me, indicating everything was ready. “Proceed,” I told her. Immediately there was a faint hiss to the hose of the facemask.

Briana blinked as though she was totally confused. Perhaps she couldn’t tell Miss Wamsley was adjusting the air in the hose to allow the mist to flow through. She just looked all around as though wondering what was going on.

I walked up to her with a knowing smile. Then I began touching her all over… molesting her, so to speak. The idea was to get her to deeply inhale the mist.

I must say, I rather enjoyed myself. She began panting heavily as I gently caressed her luscious mounds. As I fingered her hard nipples, she moaned softly through the facemask.

I reached down to rub her glistening crotch. She wriggled and squirmed, adding to my arousal. She gasped and moaned as I wriggled a couple of fingers inside her dripping pussy.

The lights to the room dimmed. That was the signal from Janet without her needing to acknowledge me verbally. It meant Briana’s lungs had been properly misted according to her readouts.

“Please, Doc!” the aroused blonde begged.

I slowly pressed my hard cock against her wet slit. The overly excited German girl thrust against me, grunting anxiously. She was eager to impale herself, wanting to feel my shaft inside her as her body swayed a little in her suspension.

She moaned again, and I felt her muscles start to squeeze my cock. She took me deep inside her, and she started to fuck me. “Gawd; it’s so good!” she panted inside her facemask. “Doc, I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time now!” I smiled at her, but I chose not to respond.

She moaned and whimpered as I took my time while slowly building her up. I don’t think she had a clue what was coming. Either I was going to scare her half to death, or I was going to push her over the edge into a full-fledged drowning enthusiast.

I grabbed her ass and started thrusting harder into her pussy, making her body shake in her suspension. Her breath quickened as her moans increased. Then I slipped a finger past her anal ring into her ass.

She stiffened, groaning in lust and whimpering helplessly. “Deep breath, honey,” I warned her, “in 3… 2… 1… NOW!”

She dutifully gasped for breath, her chest swelling. A moment later, she cried out as a new sound filled the hose… the sound of rushing liquid. Janet had dutifully activated the flow of water at my mark.

Briana cried out in alarm as water flooded upward from the hose into her facemask, her eyes opening wide in horror. At the exact same moment, I began thrusting harder into her spasming pussy. She grunted and bubbled as the true nature of the experiment suddenly became known to her.

In moments, her air was gone. Her breath bubbled out of her mouth and nose to rise up into the top of her facemask. Her eyes got even bigger, and her nipples poked out harder than I’d ever seen them.

I thrust harder into her pussy. If she really wanted me to fuck her as she drowned, I’d decided she was going to get her wish. She grunted and bubbled as I literally fucked the air out of her lungs.

Her chest started to heave from her need for air. She bubbled and started to thrash about. I just gripped her ass and held on.

It wasn’t long until her pussy started spasming hard around my throbbing manhood. It clenched and unclenched onto my cock with her vaginal muscles. A minute went by, then a minute and a half.

The more she grunted, the harder I thrust into her. It wasn’t long until she started wriggling like she really wanted to get loose from her suspension and get some air. “Oh no, my dear,” I told her gently as I grimly shook my head. “You wanted me to fuck you as you drowned; remember? Well baby, today is the day. So you might as well hang on and enjoy the ride.”

She cried out in a flurry of bubbles, her chest heaving against mine. Her spasms were deliciously erotic. I was moments from cumming.

At about the 2:10 mark, I finally exploded into her pussy. Her expression flickered as though she could actually feel me filling her with my seed. Then she glubbed, losing a burst of bubbles.

A moment later, she climaxed savagely, her pussy clamping hard onto my cock and furiously milking me. She screamed a flurry of bubbles as she came like a wildcat. Her body heaved, fucking me hard as I held on to her for dear life.

Her pussy got incredibly tight as I thrust hard into her spasming snatch. Then there was another glub of water…

Briana was drowning…

Her body thrashed about in her suspension as I continued to pound her pussy. She glubbed and gurgled, her chest heaving as she pulled great gulps of water into her lungs. Her eyes opened wide in horror as little bubbles slipped out through her parted lips. Then she shuddered hard before going still, hanging limp from the chains and ropes that held her suspended just off the floor.

I savored her for a few moments, feeling my cock in her still spasming pussy as I caressed her breasts. She needed to remain drowned for several seconds in order to fully test the mist. I actually counted to ten in my head – a little quickly though, I might add – before pulling out of her, ripping off the facemask and causing water to spill all over the floor.

As soon as I stepped away from her, two orderlies rushed into the room with a gurney, having already been summoned by the ever-professional Miss Wamsley. In less than thirty seconds, they had her detached from all the ropes and chains, and had her lying naked on her back on the gurney.

They were giving her oxygen as they rushed her out of the room in the direction of the infirmary. I watched them go, concerned for Briana’s wellbeing. I was about to follow them until I remember the data I needed to process.

I went back around the glass screen to retrieve my clothes and then look at the figures. I thanked Janet for her assistance before dismissing her. She nodded politely and then left. But the buxom assistant looked flushed, panting quietly as though she was breathing heavily or something.

I thought I could see her nipples poking through her shirt as she headed out the door. There was a coy little smile on her face as though she’d enjoyed watching the show. I suspected she was off for a refreshing swim to go relieve herself.

I certainly couldn’t blame her. As for me? I had my data to attend to.

10 minutes later, I got a call from the infirmary. Briana was breathing on her own, and was doing just fine. I could hear the orderly talking to her while he was trying to communicate with me…

“What’s that, miss? … of course, I’ll tell him… yes, I’ll use those exact words… Sir, the patient wishes me to inform you that she’s quite all right and that her experience was, and I quote… ‘So fucking hot that I came like a fucking locomotive!’ … yes, miss I told him those exact words… a ‘fucking locomotive’, yes ma’am.”

“Tell her I’m glad she’s all right,” I replied. “That will be all.”

“Yes, sir.”

I went back to studying the data, knowing more would soon be coming in from the infirmary. Besides, I had another drowning to plan. Jenna was going to be jealous as hell if I didn’t get to her next… and soon…

—

3 hours later, I had Jenna’s test ready in the same room. Once again, Janet was back at the controls in her white blouse and shorts, every bit the professional assistant. Everything was ready; we just needed our other “guinea pig”.

I was about to have her send for Jenna, when the feisty little brown-haired submissive came looking for me in her tight, yellow one-piece. “There you are, Doc!” she exclaimed. “I was looking for you! I saw Briana in the infirmary, and I was wondering when you were going to get to me…”

Her voice trailed off when she saw the small, circular metal tub full of water sitting in the middle of the floor. Her eyes opened wide as a look of unbridled excitement filled her features. “Is that for me?” she gasped breathlessly.

I sent Janet around the glass to help her remove her suit. Then she was instructed to kneel naked in front of the bucket. I could tell Jenna was quivering with excitement and arousal.

“Am I supposed to put my head in here?” she asked Janet excitedly. Miss Wamsley simply nodded.

“Is Doc over there going to, uh…?”

“Probably,” Janet said with a coy smile.

“Should I wait? Or should I sort of… get used to it?”

“Whatever you feel comfortable with,” Miss Wamsley answered agreeably.

Jenna smiled before taking a deep breath. Then she put her head into the water to test its warmth. Janet came back around the glass screen to observe the proceedings.

Once again, I was naked as I came around to the 105 pound 29 year old. She came up for a breath, water dripping out of her face and hair. I was already kneeling behind her.

When I reached around to fondle her 34 B’s, she moaned softly. “Oh, Doc!” she panted. “When I heard what you did to Briana, I was so jealous.”

I told her, “You don’t have to be jealous anymore.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, her body trembling at my touch.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, honey. I’ll do the rest.”

She looked over her shoulder to smile at me. Then she filled her lungs. I watched her dunk her head into the specially prepared container of water.

I caressed her ass softly. She moaned into the water, sending small bubbles up to the surface. I rubbed my hands all over her naked body as she kept her head submerged.

She was under for quite a long time. It was close to 2 minutes or more before she came up panting for breath. “Gawd, Doc!” she gasped breathlessly. “Now I really want you to fuck me!”

“You just keep dunking your head and holding your breath,” I assured her. “Then we’ll be just fine.”

She inhaled sharply as she knelt over the metal basin. Then she lowered her head into the water. That’s when I rubbed my hand over her wet crotch.

She moaned and bubbled, her body wriggling sexily. I was hard in no time at all as I fingered her dripping pussy. She moaned and bubbled again as I gave her a gentle finger-fucking.

After what felt like another long breath-hold, she came up gasping for air. “Gawd, Doc; you’re TEASING me! Fuck me, damn you!”

She took another deep breath. Then she dunked her head again. That’s when I figured it was time to satisfy her lusts.

I moved right behind her and centered my cock against her dripping slit. Then I slowly pushed into her. She moaned erotically, pushing back against me. A flurry of bubbles billowed up all around her flowing brown hair in the metal basin.

She grunted as I began fucking her slowly. It wasn’t long until we settled into a nice, steady rhythm. Her hands rested on the edges of the metal tub until her lungs gave out. Then she pushed herself up out of the water, panting like mad.

She moaned and whimpered before taking another deep breath. “Harder, Doc!” she begged, trying to deeply impale herself on my cock. Then she lowered her head back into the water, her pussy milking my throbbing shaft as sexy bubbles dribbled up through her flowing hair.

I thrust harder into her pussy, figuring I might as well enjoy myself. Looking up, I saw Janet watching the two of us going at it with what appeared to be clinical interest. The only thing that gave her away was the flushed look on her face, as well as her erect nipples poking through her blouse.

Jenna started to grunt and bubble as the two of us rocked harder and faster. I felt the moment was drawing close. Her drowning would probably push me over the edge.

I felt her chest start to spasm as I groped her tits. Then I removed my hands and placed them firmly on her head. The submissive little bisexual suddenly grunted in alarm as she started to bubble.

Instinctively, her hands flew up in a protective gesture to pry mine off her head. I just maintained a steady pressure, thrusting harder and harder into her pussy. Jenna became even more anxious.

She wriggled around as she tried to pull my hands away. I just continued to push down on her head, not trying to be rough or aggressive or anything like that. I was simply trying to hold her head underwater and drown her.

My reward was an erotic bursts of bubbles. She fumbled for the edge of the basin. Then she tried to push herself up for a breath.

She flailed at my hands again. I thought I heard her bubbling “GET OFF – GET OFF!” Then she began slapping the floor with the palms of her hands before once more trying to pull on my wrists.

There was a sudden burst of bubbles as she blew away the air in her lungs. She gurgled a moment later, causing her pussy to start milking my cock in her drowning convulsions. Then she exploded in a violent orgasm.

It was enough to set me off…

My cock exploded in her spasming pussy, filling her with my cum as she thrashed about in the water. I had to push down a little harder to make sure her head stayed under. It was only a small container of specially mixed water to begin with. but if the results were good, I was prepared to consider using a greater amount of water in a larger vessel with the same proportion of the additive mixed in.

Jenna suddenly went limp as a stream of small bubbles broke through her flowing hair to pop at the surface. I no longer had to push down on her head, as she leaned forward lifelessly. Her hands flopped down onto the floor.

I gripped her lithe body and mentally counted rather quickly to ten as I thrust in and out of her. Then I pulled out of her pussy. A bit of my cum leaked out of her slit.

I was in the process of pulling her head out of the water when a couple of orderlies took over for me. In seconds, they had her up on a gurney and were administering CPR, giving her fresh oxygen. I thought I saw her body twitch moments before they hauled her down the hall out of sight.

I stood up, walked behind the glass screen and started to dress, looking at Janet curiously. She was bending down as though looking at some numbers. But her breathing was heavy and labored.

“Thank you, Miss Wamsley; that will be all.” She nodded professionally. Then she made her way out of the room, no doubt needing some private alone-time in a pool somewhere.

After studying the data and making my observations, I finally made my way down to the infirmary. Jenna and Briana were both there, talking excitedly to each other from their beds. They strangely went silent when I walked in.

“Don’t stop talking on my account, ladies,” I told them. “…unless, of course, you were talking on MY account.”

They both looked at each other. Then they giggled conspiratorially. “We were just discussing how you drowned us, Doc,” Briana said with a smile. “We were comparing notes, if you want to call it that.”

“And what did you conclude?” I asked curiously.

“We think you’re wicked, Doc!” Jenna giggled. “But we also think you’re so fucking HOT!”

“…and we want to know when we’re going again,” Briana added excitedly.

“Don’t you two ever know when to quit?” I asked in exasperation, shaking my head. Both just smiled coyly at me.

“So when will you need us again, Doc?” Jenna asked with a lustful smile.

“Let me check this recent batch of data and get back to you on that, ok?” I sighed heavily while shaking my head. I heard their giggles behind me as I headed out the door…

2010; 2022 (written for Drownlover Oct 8 ’10; ed. Jul 9 ‘22 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.7 (10)

Posted on March 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming April rewards

A Nicole club story part 2
A wet quad
Advika’s decision
Dottie’s gonna do it
Punishment
Club rubber entertainment
The stalker
Dulcinea
American swim
Black-suited women
Latex and nooses
And a couple of bonus stories I’m thinking about

February stories/rewards will fall off at the end of March to make room for April rewards.

It’s been a month of appointments. The eye doctor for mom and I (she got a new pair of glasses), mom’s heart doctor, and tax day (coinciding with my birthday). And I have another appointment in April to see if I might have cataracts. Boy, I got old fast. At least my taxes mostly canceled each other out. What I paid to one, I got back from the other. So I’m doing ok. My sincere thanks to all of you for me even having taxes to pay.

Mom and I recently went on a little road trip for the day. We went up to the base of the mountains where they still have a lot of snow piled up. We really enjoyed the trip. We found a book on Montana disasters that interested us, especially the stories on the quakes, train wrecks and mine disasters. Who knows. It might even spark a future story idea.

Lots of interesting things are happening out in the world. Some things can get stressful if you think about them too much. So I’m trying to focus on my writing and editing. It humbles me to know you are my patrons, and it makes me want to edit my stories even better so you can read them without encountering a misspelled word or being confused as to what one character is saying to another. Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Hermione and Draco – a hanging story 4.3 (34)

Posted on March 24, 2025 by riwa

Hermione ate one piece… and then another… and then another. They tasted so good! By the time she stopped herself, she’d eaten most of the box of candy.

There was a note inside. It told her where to go. She was supposed to meet the sender of the candy.

Hermione eagerly cleaned herself up and fixed up her hair before putting on her best dress. Then she headed out to meet her admirer. She could walk well enough, but she was not herself. Something in the candy was clearly affecting her.

She swooned with growing excitement. The sender of the candy. She really wanted to please that person. In fact, she wanted to do everything in her power to give him pleasure.

A part of her sensed she was under a spell. But she couldn’t break it. Fact of the matter was: she didn’t want to.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw someone in the shadows of a darkened corner, waiting for her. Hermione felt a flush of excitement as she stepped toward them. Then he stepped forward out into the light.

She gasped in momentary shock. Then she swooned as he drew closer. Hermione was trembling as Draco Malfoy grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close.

“Those candies,” she murmured. “It was… it was you?” He simply nodded.

“Oh bloody hell; I’m gone!” she breathed. Then she warmly embraced him before kissing him passionately.

They stood there for the longest time, hugging and kissing. Then they pulled apart. That’s when he began escorting her down the road.

She did not ask where he was taking her. It did not matter. She only wanted to please him. Under the influence of the candies, she was powerless to resist.

They took a side road off the beaten path. Draco led her to what looked like an old building. It looked like it had not been lived in for some time.

He took her inside. Lights came on as though programmed to illuminate the room once they detected the presence of individuals. Draco simply walked her through the empty room until he came to a door.

“It’s waiting for you, my beloved,” he whispered into her ear.

Hermione trembled with excitement. Her will was no longer her own. Yet she was fully aware of her every action.

He opened the door into darkness. They stepped through, Draco closing the door behind them. Then the lights came on the same way they had in the previous room.

Hermione stared at it in utter disbelief. At first, she was horrified. But horror immediately gave way to an irresistible pull of sexual attraction and arousal.

They moved closer until it was mere inches from her. Hermione inhaled sharply as she leaned back against Draco. It was calling to her… and she so desperately wanted to answer the call.

Hermione closed her eyes. But that did not help. This was something she knew he wanted from her. And she desperately wanted to please him, even though it meant riding it into glorious oblivion.

Hermione finally found her voice. “Draco, what have you done to me?”

“Nothing,” he murmured into her ear. “This is something you’ve always wanted, but would never admit to yourself. The candies just brought it out in you. Am I right?”

“No,” she breathed in a trembling voice. “It’s not… I mean… it can’t be… it’s… oh, bloody hell!”

“You’re lying, my beloved.”

“No… yes… I don’t… why do I feel it… calling to me?”

“You can picture it in your mind, can’t you?” It was the devil whispering into her ear.

“No, I…” And then she really could picture it in her mind. Hermione saw herself kicking her way into eternity.

…and it absolutely enthralled her…

She immediately recognized the source, not that she could do anything about it. “Gawd, Draco! What did you put… in those candies I ate?”

“Nothing much. Just a little potion I discovered. It’s a potion that simply brings out what has lain dormant inside you for a very long time.”

“Gawd, Draco; I… I can’t…” Now she was trembling… and exceedingly wet down below.

“Open your eyes and look at it, Hermione.”

“I can’t! I don’t dare!”

“Look at it!”

Hermione opened her eyes… and was almost overcome with emotion. “Oh bloody hell! It’s… it’s beautiful! I can’t stop trembling!”

“You want it; don’t you, Hermione? For my sake; isn’t that right?”

“No… ohgawd, yes. Please don’t make me, Draco. I can’t control myself.”

“Touch it, Hermione.”

“No; I…”

“Touch it.”

Hermione gingerly reached out toward it like it was a snake ready to strike back. Then she felt it. A moment later, she shuddered unexpectedly.

“Gawd; I just came! Bloody hell!”

Draco smiled inwardly. “That’s what I thought, my beloved. Now put it around your neck.”

“Please don’t make me—”

“You know you want to.”

Hermione inhaled sharply. Then she reached up for it with trembling hands. Touching it sent something sexual surging through her quivering body.

She began to carefully loop it around her throat. It felt incredible. It was so… so bloody seductive!

“Yes, just like that,” Draco murmured. “That’s my girl.”

Hermione shuddered at his words, hearing how she had just pleased him. “Gawd; I just came again,” she panted breathlessly. “What… what did you… put in… those candies??”

“You know you want to,” he murmured into her ear, ignoring her remark as he nuzzled her neck.

Hermione swooned again. She was all caught up in the moment. She wanted to do this… but not just for him. Now she wanted to do it for herself as well.

“Bloody hell, Draco! I can’t… I can’t stop myself!” Now she was squirming from the sensation of the coil around her neck.

“What do you want, Hermione?” It was a question in which he already knew the answer. But to her, it was the voice of seductive evil in her ear.

“Don’t make me!” she begged with a whimper. “Bloody hell, I… I want…” Then she gave in as she panted, “I want to feel it pull me… up onto my toes.”

“Then you shall feel it, my beloved.”

There was one last attempt to resist that ultimately failed. “Don’t call me that… oh, bloody hell, Draco; do it!”

“Liftus phalanges,” he murmured softly.

The noose gently pulled upward of its own accord. Hermione was lifted up onto her toes in an instant. The effect from the candies made the sensations agonizingly, devilishly delicious.

She rasped as she balanced upon her toes… “Auuggh… Draco… ffeeeelllsshh…. goooddd…”

He was intensely aroused at what he was witnessing, more-so than he’d been anticipating. She’d been a thorn in his side for a long time. This was such sweet, delicious revenge.

Draco smiled inwardly. Now he was really enjoying this. That’s when he quietly murmured, “What do you want now, my beloved?”

She tried to fight it. But it was no use… “No… gawd…” *rasp* “…my dress… I want it… off….. for you…” *gawk*

Her hands slowly came up and pulled the dress loose at her shoulders. Without support, it effortlessly slid down off her body. It revealed she was wearing nothing underneath, a deliberate choice brought on under the influence of the candies.

Draco lustfully took in her naked beauty. Hermione felt his eyes upon her. It made her gasp and tremble, knowing she was the cause of his growing excitement.

“You knew all along, my beloved; didn’t you. Now I get to watch you hang in all your naked glory. It’s what you’ve always wanted; isn’t that right?”

She rasped for breath as she fought to regain control of herself. “No, I… thought you… were someone else…”

“That’s not true, and you know it.”

Hermione shuffled around upon her toes, fighting a losing battle internally. “No. I knew all along… it was you…”

“So you wore nothing underneath for my benefit?”

“Not for you, damn you…” *awk-rasp* “…yes… yes… for you, my love…” She couldn’t help herself.

Draco looked into her eyes. “What do you want now, my beloved?”

Hermione was trembling like crazy, on the verge of yet another climax. She tried one last time to resist. But it was hopeless. Deep down, she really wanted to do this for him.

*Awk* “…to hang… for you… my love… damn you… bloody hell…”

Hermione slowly brought her arms behind her back. Then she murmured, “Wristus bondicus.” It surprised Draco the way she still had enough presence of mind to come up with a spell like that.

A length of rope in a corner of the room rose up and flew over to her wrists. It tightly wrapped itself around them, firmly securing her. Draco was impressed.

“You secured your own wrists behind your back for me? Lovely. Bondage makes you look even sexier, my beloved. Good girl.”

She was partially strangled. But with those last two words, Hermione helplessly climaxed again. It felt good, experiencing pleasure coursing through her body like that.

“Damn you… Dacro… I can’t… I don’t… bloody hell… I just… came again… please, I… I want it so bad… I want to… hang for you…”

Draco’s pants fell to the floor, freeing his hardening member. He immediately began stroking it as he murmured, “I always knew you had it in you. You’re such a noose-slut.”

“Damn you,” Hermione rasped. But seeing him stroke himself at her helpless situation nearly drove her over the edge again. Her voice was breathless and raspy as she panted, “Bloody hell, Draco! I want to… hang for you… so badly! I want to… dance for you!”

In a quiet voice, he motioned as he replied, “Liftus dramaticus.” And with that, Hermione was lifted up off the floor.

She rasped and gurgled as the noose strangled her. Then she started to dance. Hermione kicked and pedaled as though she was in the midst of a midair ballet.

Draco gasped for breath. Then he started stroking himself harder as he panted, “Bloody hell, Hermione! That’s fantastic! You always were a noose-slut! We just had to bring it out of you is all!”

She humped in his direction. Draco panted, “Cum for me, my beloved. Such a good girl.” And with that, Hermione squirted her pleasure.

The orgasm weakened her. Now the noose was really strangling her. That’s when she saw Draco furiously stroking himself.

No! She didn’t want him to spill it all over the floor! She wanted him to fill her with his seed!

She had to force the words out of her mouth. But somehow, she got them out. “Fuck…… me…… Draco….. flying fuck…..”

He understood what she was trying to say. Her desires overwhelmed him. After all, he’d been dreaming about fucking her for ages. Now was his chance.

He stepped right up to her dangling body. Somehow, Hermione managed to wrap her legs around him, trying to pull him closer. Then she impaled herself upon his erection until she felt him enter her.

For a moment, Hermione ended up resting on his dick. It removed some of the tension from the noose. She could breathe a little better. But inwardly, she knew what Draco wanted.

“Give me…. more pain…”

“Good girl.” And with that, she was lifted up just enough until the noose had her full weight again.

Hermione used her legs to ride him as she climaxed yet again, her cunt furiously milking him. Part of it was to please him. But the other part was to lift herself high enough to ease the strain of the strangling coil around her neck.

Her face was red, her nipples puffy and swollen. Her pussy clenched around his shaft as her muscles worked to please him. She never knew such agony could feel so divine.

“Want to… fly for you…” It was all she could do to rasp the words out.

He stepped back until she lost him. Hermione went swinging back and forth as she kicked and humped. “Good girl,” he murmured as he stroked himself. “Cum for me.” And she did, furiously humping the air in his direction.

He stepped forward until she wrapped her legs around his waist again. She took him inside her and began riding him once more, trying to lift herself up as her pussy clenched around his shaft. The noose was relentless, hungrily squeezing her neck.

He began pumping a load deep inside her. She rolled her eyes as she shuddered from yet another orgasm. There was intense pain and pleasure knowing she had just made him go off inside her.

At that moment, she knew what he wanted. Deep down, it was what she wanted as well. She just had to find some way to inform him…

“Now….. want…. more pain…. want to fly…… let me fly…..”

“Good girl. Let’s give the noose-slut what she wants.” And with that, Draco stepped back.

Hermione was airborne again. It was a pain unlike anything she had ever felt before. But this time, it seemed to become so much worse.

Hermione struggled in the noose, filled with the seed of a wizard she had previously despised. It dripped shamefully out of her cunt, slithering down her inner thighs. Now she desperately wanted to please him by suffering for him… strangling for him… flying for him……..

…dying for him…

She was slowly lifted higher into the air. She looked at Draco, begging him with her eyes. That’s when he smiled and nodded in her direction.

Hermione instantly felt a sharp pain in her cunt. It caused her to jerk and dance in the noose for him. Whatever had happened had been full of agony and ecstasy.

She suffered; she danced; she strangled in the grasp of the coil. More cum shamefully dripped out of her pussy, slithering down her inner thighs. She had no idea whether or not Draco was magically adding to the volume inside her. But it was making her feel like such a noose-slut.

She humped in his direction as she rasped, “More…… pain…..” He nodded again. There was another sharp pain in her cunt, setting her to twisting and suffering all over again in breathless agony.

It hurt so badly! But she couldn’t make herself stop. Besides, he was stroking again.

She humped in his direction, desperate for more. It caused him to nod at her again. That’s when she felt blinding pain, causing her to squirt her pleasure. Why was such agony leading to such ecstasy??

He gently lowered her back down. Then he spun her around until she was facing away from him. A moment later, Hermione felt him push his cock up into her anal passage.

Shamefully, she’d experimented with anal before. But it was not like this. The pain was incredible.

She was so strangled that she could hardly speak. Somehow she managed to nod instead. That’s when she felt him thrust painfully hard up inside her.

Pain – pain – PAIN! Something was lengthening up inside her. It felt like organs were rupturing.

Hermione felt something coming up her throat. She was forced to tip her head back and open her mouth. Nothing was there, but is sure felt like some sort of shaft had gone all the way through her.

She clenched until she felt Draco cum up her arse. Then he stepped back. Hermione dangle limp and lifeless, cum from her ass adding to the mixture going down her inner thighs.

She heard his words from what sounded like a great distance… “Now the noose-slut dies for her pleasure… and for mine.” Her cunt and ass clenched and quivered. Then a death rattle emanated up from out of her throat.

Hermione could no longer speak. Hell, she could no longer breathe anymore. Her mouth gaped open from some invisible spit, but she could get no air through it.

“Let it go, Hermione. Let the noose claim you. That’s a good girl.”

Agonal spasms rippled through her as organs started to die. There was one last violent convulsion of pain. Then she dangled quietly, fulfilling her innermost desire as becoming a happy noose-slut.

9-28-24 Inspired by the manip I found.

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A spastic pool vacuum 3.9 (19)

Posted on March 17, 2025 by riwa

He looked down at the water in disgust as the pool vacuum glugged and jerked at the bottom of the pool. He could see the results in the hose. It twitched and stiffened while being dragged behind the main assembly.

At times it looked like it was properly sucking up loose particles of debris and strands of hair. Then it would belch things back out as it continued to scour the bottom, accomplishing virtually nothing at all. He was dealing with a spastic pool vacuum… and he didn’t have the part needed to make it run properly.

He dried himself off, removed his soaked swim trunks, and then slipped back into his street clothes. There was a supplier on the other side of town who had the part he needed. If he wanted to make the repair quickly, it would mean driving clear over to fetch it and then bringing it back to install it.

He toyed with putting it off for another day. But the homeowner was frustrated as hell with her pool vac. She wanted the damn thing fixed yesterday.

She’d called the repair company several times, complaining on three separate occasions. It was time to fix it once and for all. They wanted to get her off the company’s back.

He looked down in disgust. Then he muttered, “You just cough and sputter all you want, you little bastard. But I’ll be back in an hour. Then we’ll put an end to your belching crap back out onto the pool floor once and for all.”

For a moment he thought about packing up all of his gear and taking it with him. Then he decided to leave it and his trunks behind. Besides, he was planning on coming right back.

“Hopefully traffic won’t be too bad during lunch hour,” he muttered unhappily as he headed out the gate to his work truck. “Maybe I’ll pick up a burger on my way back…”

—

Deidra pulled into the yard, frustrated with how work had gone. The boss had yelled at her because she’d misfiled some papers. What’s more, a client was unhappy and ready to leave their company for something she may or may not have played a part in.

To top it off, she’d been asked to run some company errands during her lunch hour. “Take a long lunch if you have to,” her boss had told her with a dismissive wave. “Just don’t forget to pick up that stuff I told you about.”

She’d driven home in a huff, amazed how some days could deteriorate so quickly. She pulled into the drive and snorted with disgust when she didn’t see any sign of that pool company’s repair truck. “They probably haven’t even been here yet!” she thought bitterly.

To confirm her suspicions, she walked along the side of the house before opening the gate to her back yard. She was surprised to see a set of workman’s tools lying near the pool along with a damp set of swim trunks. Then she looked all around, wondering if the repairman was here.

She hadn’t seen the work truck in the driveway. But it was obvious he’d been here recently. Then she heard an eruption of bubbles in the water.

Deidra walked over to the pool and looked down. The repairman certainly wasn’t in the water. The bastard was probably out somewhere eating lunch.

She could see the pool vac faithfully chugging along the bottom. Was it working now? Had he fixed the damn thing, only to leave his tools and trunks behind?

All of a sudden the pool vacuum went spastic again. The hose behind it jerked and shuddered as though the flow had been interrupted. It was doing the same thing she’d complained about the last three calls.

Had he even worked on the damn thing? Hell, it looked as though the repairman had made things worse! His tools and trunks were still here. So where the hell was he??

The pool vacuum suddenly belched, spewing air as bits of debris were discharged back onto the pool floor. “Shit!” Deidra muttered in disgust, her arms on her hips. “That bastard didn’t fix a damn thing!”

She watched as it moved along the floor of the deep end of the pool, dragging the hose behind it. Now it was working fine again. But she knew it wouldn’t last.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until it became spastic once more. The hose behind it jerked and shuddered.

As far as she could tell, there had to be something wrong with the intake. Hell, for all she knew the damn thing was just clogged or something! What the hell could take so long in fixing that??

By now Deidra was frustrated with the whole damn thing. The spastic vac still wasn’t working the way it was supposed to. And this was after making three separate calls to the pool repair company. It was the perfect ending to a miserable morning.

She’d finally had enough! Deidra looked around again before taking off her secretarial outfit. She was going to go down there and have a look for herself.

The afternoon errands could wait. She wanted to see if she could do anything about it. Besides, hadn’t her boss told her to take a long lunch?

She stripped down to her bra and panties. But then she hesitated. Did she really want to do this?

“Why the hell not?” she told herself. She was hot and frustrated. A short little skinny-dip in her pool would be just the thing she needed to cool off.

The repairman was nowhere in sight. So she figured she could get away with it. That’s when Deidra quickly slipped out of her under-garments before stepping off the side of the pool, hitting the cool water with a quiet splash.

She burbled as she swam down to the bottom. She went chasing after “Snoopy”, which is what she called the damn thing. It had an intake that sucked debris off the bottom as well as an exhaust pipe for filtering water back out. The long hose that dragged behind was like a writhing snake, giving “Snoopy” an extraordinarily long tail.

She swam down toward it and shook her head. “You would have to be in the deep end, wouldn’t you,” she thought in frustration.

She reached the pool vacuum and picked up the bulky object before turning it over. She didn’t fully understand how it worked. But it seemed to be sucking water properly.

She set it back down on the bottom near what looked like a combination of hair and silt. It dutifully glided over the top, leaving a clean section of floor in its wake. “So what the hell seems to be the problem?” she asked herself in frustration.

As she hovered nearby she watched the damn thing suddenly go all spastic on her again. It choked and jerked before belching sediment out of both ends. “SHIT!” her mind cried out in dismay.

She bubbled as she waved herself away from the spewing material. That certainly wasn’t the way it was supposed to work. Then she felt her lungs heave in her chest.

It was time to head back up. She hadn’t planned on a long breath-hold or anything. She was simply going for a naked swim while trying to figure out what was making “Snoopy” so damn spastic.

Deidra blew a burst of bubbles before chasing them back to the surface. She burst up panting heavily, her nipples having hardened from the refreshing coolness of the water. Then she looked down at the pool vac in dismay.

She certainly wasn’t about to pay for another unit. It was up to the company to get her a new one or fix the damn thing. Deidra sighed in frustration before taking a deep breath and heading back down.

She swam down to the vac before picking it up off the bottom. She turned it over, trying to determine what was wrong with it. She waved a hand in front of its mouth, noticing the suction.

Deidra peered closely, trying to determine if there was some sort of obstruction. But there didn’t appear to be any. Of course she didn’t understand how the damn thing worked. So how was she supposed to figure it out?

She checked the exhaust pipe, feeling a flow of water coming out. That’s when “Snoopy” started to seize up again. The flow of water ceased coming out of the pipe.

Instinctively she stuck a hand inside. Deidra tried to feel around for some sort of obstruction. Once more the hose began writhing and jerking.

The vacuum abruptly coughed and belched, causing a reverse flow that suddenly suctioned against her hand. It startled Deidra, causing her to let go of the damn thing in her grasp. But it hungrily clung to the hand it had swallowed.

She bubbled as she instinctively tried to twist away from it. That’s when the hose jerked and spasmed again. But she was more concerned the damn thing was going to bite her hand clear off than worrying about the whipping hose.

For some reason she couldn’t shake “Snoopy” off her hand. She cried out a burst of bubbles in alarm as she tried to back away from it. Her actions caused the coils of hose to twist all around her as they jerked from the machine’s spastic attempts at trying to suction properly.

She felt the hose around her legs and tried to avoid it. But it was twisting as though having a seizure. The hose coiled all around her.

She tried to jerk out of the way. But she became entangled by a second and then a third coil. She soon found herself in a tangled mess.

Deidra burbled in alarm, wondering why the hell the damn thing wasn’t returning back to normal. It was still hanging onto her hand, belching and spasming as though it was caught in a reverse feedback loop. It was a damn nuisance. Besides, she really needed to surface again.

She kicked upward as her lungs started to heave, deciding to take the contraption up with her. But she got caught in the coils. “Snoopy’s” weight was just enough to keep her from reaching the surface.

She didn’t quite make it. The bulky machine and entangling hose pulled her back down. Deidra grunted in alarm, anxiously staring up at the surface.

Her chest heaved, her breasts bobbing up and down. She tried to shake “Snoopy” off her hand again. But the damn thing had some sort of perverse attachment to her and wasn’t about to let go. Not only that, the coils were just enough of a hindrance to help keep her entangled at the bottom.

She kicked off the pool floor again in growing alarm. Deidra was consciously aware she couldn’t hold her breath that much longer. But the coils of hose were in her way.

Some had wrapped around her naked flesh. They kept spasming, causing a couple of them to tighten around her body. A moment later she discovered her arms were almost pinned to her sides.

“Gawd; NO!” her mind screamed as she frantically tried to shake “Snoopy” off her hand.

Her lungs were on fire from lack of another breath. This hadn’t turned out well at all. Her day was going from bad to worse. Hell, she was now on the verge of drowning!

She began cursing herself in her mind. “Stupid bitch for sticking your hand where it doesn’t belong! Stupid, spastic pool vac! Stupid, stupid “Snoopy”!”

The machine coughed and belched again, finally releasing her hand. In desperation she shot up to the surface, kicking as hard as she could. She slipped out of a couple of coils as her head popped up. But she barely managed half a breath before the remaining tangled mass of hose pulled her right back down.

Deidra cried out in terror, twisting and fighting while flailing wildly in a frantic attempt to free herself. At the same time “Snoopy” went right back to sucking on the pool floor. As a result, it gently tugged her entangled body along behind.

Deidra made one last frantic attempt to break free of the coils. She kicked and waved at the surface, grunting in terror. Then her lungs gave out on her.

She inhaled reflexively, without even thinking about it. Then she grunted and gurgled. Deidra immediately began spasming and convulsing as she waved feebly for the surface.

Her breasts bounced up and down from her struggles. The hose wasn’t all that tight around her naked body. But there was just enough of it holding her up to prevent her from reaching the air she needed.

She coughed and convulsed, her naked body jerking from drowning spasms as water flooded her lungs. Then she felt a warm wave flush through her body. She had just climaxed in response to a fearfully erotic arousal.

She shuddered briefly, her body gently spasming while she was all caught up in the throes of drowning. Then she let out something of a sigh as she gave up the fight. Deidra faced downward as she went limp, still in the clutches of the hose that now kept her tethered to the pool vacuum.

Her arms splayed out and downward as she stared at the pool floor in surprise. A few stray muscles twitched as she tried to comprehend what had just happened to her. Tiny bubbles slipped out past her parted lips.

She trembled before fading away. The life winked out of her eyes as “Snoopy” continued to move along the floor of the deep end of the pool. It sucked up sediment before belching it back out as it hauled the drowned, naked body of its owner behind it…

—

He knew he was in deep shit when he saw her vehicle in the driveway. “Damn!” he muttered under his breath. The last thing he needed was a confrontation with this bitch!

Maybe she was in the house and wouldn’t bother him. “Fat chance,” he told himself. Then he walked to the gate to the back yard and opened it up.

The first thing he saw were his tools sitting right where he’d left them. Then he saw a suspicious looking pile of clothes lying on the ground near the pool.

“What the hell?” he murmured in surprise. Was she actually enjoying a lunchtime skinny-dip? This he just HAD to see!

He carefully walked up to the water’s edge, wondering why the surface wasn’t showing someone in the pool. Had she changed her clothes outdoors and then gone inside? Then he looked down into the water…

“HOLY SHIT!!”

There was no time to change out of his clothes, no time to think about shedding his work boots. He simply jumped into the water before anxiously working his way down to Deidra’s limp, naked body. He had no idea how long she’d been down there, and he feared the worst.

He snagged her body and quickly worked the coils of hose free. Then he swam her toward the shallow end. When he found solid footing beneath him, he stood up and cradled her in his arms.

He waded rapidly toward the steps. In moments he had her out of the water lying all stretched out on the ground. There was no time to admire her naked body.

He drained the water out of her mouth. Then he began doing chest compressions. “Shit – shit – shit!” he gasped as he kept pumping.

“C’mon – c’mon – c’mon!” But there was no response. He was deathly afraid her heart had stopped.

He was going to call 911. But his cell phone was in his pocket. He was afraid it was water-damaged and wouldn’t work.

It was more important to get her breathing again than to see if it still worked. He felt totally out of his depth. He believed he was totally inadequate for the task at hand.

To his utter amazement his cell phone rang. He paused and pulled it out of his pocket, recognizing the number from his office on his caller ID.“CALL 911 AND SEND AN AMBULANCE TO THAT LADY HOMEOWNER’S ADDRESS!” he yelled before his boss could even start to speak.

“What? Bud, what’s going on?”

“I JUST GOT BACK AND FOUND HER IN THE POOL ALL TANGLED UP IN THAT DAMN POOL VACUUM HOSE! SEND THE PARAMEDICS NOW!”

“She WHAT??”

“JUST SEND THE DAMN PARAMEDICS!”

“Ok, Bud!” Then the line went dead.

He went back to pumping her chest, wondering how long it would take for the paramedics to get there. Then to his utter shock her eyes blinked. A moment later her stomach stiffened as she vomited up a load of water…

—

Deidra would remember none of that. What she WOULD remember was waking up in the ER. After a full recovery, she made a special visit to the pool repair company to thank the man who’d saved her life.

Afterwards, she wanted to take him out to dinner before taking him back to her place. That was where she wanted to give him a special thanks by having a private little skinny-dip with him in her back yard pool.

“Snoopy” would not be invited…

2011; 2021 (written for jqpublic Nov 12 ’11; ed. Jul 24 ‘21 by riwa)

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A trio of brunettes 4.2 (33)

Posted on March 10, 2025 by riwa

I saw him pull her out of the trunk of his car, heft her over his shoulder and then take her into the building. Instantly I regretted not having my cell phone with me. You always need it when you never have it; am I right?

There was no one else around; it was an empty alley. I would not have been there myself had I not taken a wrong turn. When I saw the car I followed it to this location, only to stay back in horror once I saw who he had in the trunk.

I couldn’t tell if she was conscious or not. I wondered what he was going to do to her. He carried her in over his shoulder until he disappeared inside.

Right then I should have gone for help. But I had no idea where I could find the nearest telephone. Besides, I was curious to find out what was going to happen to her.

I snuck up to the door I’d watched him take her into. I carefully pulled on the handle. It opened right up.

‘Out of the frying pan?’ I thought to myself as I slipped inside.

It was nothing but a large warehouse. I listened intently. I thought I heard sound coming from the other end of the building.

I headed off in that direction. I tried to remain as quiet as I could, fully aware of my limitations. With any luck I might find a phone in some unused office from which I could call the police.

The building was large and imposing, amplifying every little sound. What the hell was I doing?? I was out of my depth, and I knew it! Still, I just had to know what he’d done with that poor girl.

I stood frozen with indecision. I thought I heard strange sounds emanating from somewhere nearby. But they made no sense to me.

They were choking, rasping sounds. It sounded like some sort of struggle was in progress. I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing, could I?

I bravely picked up a small metal pipe lying nearby. Then I went off in that direction. I had absolutely no idea how much help I might be able to contribute to the situation.

The sounds seemed to lessen the closer I got to one particular door. Had I heard them wrong? What was going on in there?

I held the pipe awkwardly. I was not sure what I would do with it if the situation were to warrant some sort of action. Then I carefully reached out for the door.

I heard a strange creaking sound, along with faint grunts and rasps coming from the other side. They were very weak. But they sounded human in origin.

Fear knifed into my gut as I reached for the doorknob. I clung to my weapon, unsure how I would even use it. Then I pulled on the knob.

The door started to open with a creaking sound. Damned rusty hinge! I figured I had just announced my presence to whoever was inside.

Throwing caution to the wind, I threw the door wide open. Then I stepped inside. What I saw was so shocking that it made me drop the pipe from my hand.

It bounced off the cement floor with a clangity-clang. But that made no difference. It would not have helped with what I was now witnessing.

Fronting a cement wall were two wooden posts holding up a crossbeam. A metal ladder occupied an adjoining wall. A chair stood nearby to the wooden structure.

What horrified me was what dangled from that crossbeam. The woman I’d seen from the trunk was now hanging there naked. She was dangling right along with some other girl I had not seen before, one who was dressed only in a black bra.

Their faces were a horrible shade of red. I could tell their necks were stretching. And their bushy womanhoods were shamefully exposed with glistening droplets.

They gently swung back and forth, their ropes creaking from the tension. Their arms were tied behind their backs. They had agonized looks on their faces.

Occasionally I saw a muscle twitch or a leg jerk. Otherwise, they made no movements of their own. They simply swung back and forth while twisting in place.

I rushed up to them; Gawd, were they still alive?? I had no idea what to do. My heart pounded in my chest. They simply turned in front of me as though rotating in those nooses like mannequins in some storefront display.

“How kind of you to join us, my dear…”

I turned in horror, only to see that male from the car approaching ominously. A switchblade flashed in one hand. A coil of rope occupied the other.

My heart leaped into my throat as I began to back away. “Stay away from me!” I stammered in my best no-nonsense voice. “The police are on their way!”

I did not sound the least bit convincing.

“I think not,” he chuckled sinisterly. “But I am pleased to see you. I had no idea fate would be so kind as to give me a third brunette to string up today.”

I gasped in horror… “You wouldn’t DARE!” Then I turned to run.

He caught me easily, pinning my arms behind my back. When I tried to scream, he covered my mouth with his hand. “You’ll be my centerpiece, my dear,” he cooed into my ear.

I tried to scream again. Then I felt a blow to the back of my head. It left me momentarily stunned.

He cut my clothes off my body using the switchblade. It was humiliating beyond belief. Then he tied my arms behind my back.

I watched in helpless nakedness as he tied a third noose. It went right in the middle of the beam between those poor, unfortunate girls. Then he slid the chair between them, leaving it directly under that horrifying noose.

He came over and picked me up off the floor. He chuckled with amusement as he remarked, “A trio of brunettes. Can you imagine my good fortune?”

I tried to scream. But I was terrified out of my mind. For a moment I could not find my voice.

My legs were wobbly as he placed me upon the chair. Then he looped the noose over my head. I moaned weakly as a feeling of fear and a horrific arousal enveloped my very being.

“It may not last long,” he whispered into my ear, “but I’m sure you’ll dance every bit as wonderfully as your predecessors.”

“P-please!” I stammered. “D-don’t do this! You’ll n-never get away with…” And then I felt him lifting me up off the chair.

I began panting heavily for breath. I screamed in my head as my body trembled in absolute terror. I heard the sound of a chair sliding upon its legs along cement. Then I felt the noose take up the slack around my neck.

Within moments I found myself giving him what he wanted. My legs kicked as my naked body bounced back and forth between those poor girls. He indicated it might not last long.

The bastard lied…

It seemed an eternity before the coil around my throat slowly strangled the very life out of me, causing me to fade away into merciful oblivion…

2013; 2021 (written for “Vickie” Mar 20 ’13; ed. Jun 4 ‘21 by riwa)

(Picture found in Vickie’s short-shorts album and used for illustration purposes only.)

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Underwater Research Laboratory drowning tests 2 4.4 (27)

Posted on March 3, 2025 by riwa

Jenna took to her drowning much more eagerly than I anticipated, and it left me feeling a little uncomfortable. I didn’t want these girls thinking it was always safe. But she thought it was fun.

I suppose my error was in making it sexual for her. I guess that was because I didn’t want her to be too frightened. Instead, I think I pushed her in the other direction.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when her friend Briana showed up, asking if she could be of any help in any of my drowning experiments. It seems Jenna talked up the incident. Now, the blue-eyed German was eager for her own personal experience.

She said Jenna told her it was scary-erotic, but that her orgasm had been worth it. I told her I was nervous conducting drowning experiments because we wanted to be careful with our volunteers. But the more I tried to discourage her, the more she persisted.

Then she told me that next time, Jenna said she wanted to drown with my cock inside her. Now she was jealous. She wanted to be the first to drown while having sex with me.

So far, I hadn’t had sex with either one of them yet. What’s more, I wasn’t actively seeking any kind of relationship with any of my subjects. They were both quite attractive, and it certainly wasn’t because I hadn’t thought about it. I just wanted to keep my objectivity as much as possible.

Briana sidled up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “So tell me how I can help you with your experiments,” she breathed seductively, pushing up against my groin.

My cock started to harden. I’m pretty sure she noticed it right away. “After all, I want to do my part just like Jenna,” she added. “I want to drown too.”

“It can be dangerous,” I told her softly, her closeness making me breathe funny.

I knew her seduction should not justify participating in an experiment for me. But she refused to let up on me. “I LIVE for thrills,” she murmured, her lips drawing closer. “How can I drown for you, doc? I’ll do anything.”

Dr. Crocker was the real doctor here. I was just an assistant researcher. But these girls didn’t seem to know how else to refer to me.

“Look, honey,” I told her carefully, trying to hold her shoulders in a protective manner so as not to seem like I was rejecting her. Yes I wanted her; my damn cock was acknowledging that fact! But I felt I had to at least attempt to maintain my professionalism.

“The mist is far from perfected,” I explained. “Right now, I’m just collecting data… and I’m doing it damned careful. Everybody is different, so your physiology might make drowning you more… problematic.”

“Oh, I think you want to, doc,” she murmured, playfully pressing up against my groin again. “I know I’m willing. What do you say? Care to fuck me as I drown? I’m already getting aroused just thinking about it.”

I felt I had to do something to get her to rethink her eagerness. So I said, “I’ll tell you what. I do have another test I can perform.”

“…with you inside me?” she added hopefully.

“Something else,” I told her, and I saw her sag as though I’d deflated her a little. “If you don’t find that experience too disturbing, then I’ll think about another experiment where we, uh…”

That made her eyes light up. “Then I’ll make YOU a deal, doc!” she said persistently as she pressed up against me even more. “You go ahead and run me through this experiment, no matter what it is. But the next one…”

I stopped her right there… “IF there’s a next one,” I reminded her gently. But she stubbornly continued…

“…but the NEXT one, I get to drown with you inside me. Deal?”

I told her she would remain as one of my volunteers along with Jenna, so long as she suffered no trauma or any ill effects. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” she murmured with a seductive smile. Then she kissed me passionately, humping my groin one last time as though inviting me to take her at my earliest convenience…

—

It wasn’t long until I got a visit from Jenna. Briana must have told her about our little chat. Now SHE was jealous.

“If you’re going to fuck/drown HER, then you have to fuck/drown ME!” she protested indignantly.

“Well, I have different plans for her,” I admitted. “This eagerness to drown is just a little too unnerving for me. Now don’t get me wrong, as I like eager volunteers. It’s just that so many things can go wrong, you know.”

“But so many things can go right,” Jenna purred at me, sidling up to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t suppose I could talk you into fucking me and then drowning me first, could I? I’ll bet you’d like that.”

I felt her press her body against my groin. Sure enough, my cock was hardening again. “Mmmm,” she moaned at me, humping my bulge. “Research doesn’t have to be cold and clinical; does it, doc?”

“Well, I suppose I should run my next experiment on Briana, being as how she asked to be next.”

Jenna pouted a little. So I tried to explain by saying, “To be honest, I’m hoping to scare the crap out of her.”

That got her attention, and her eyes lit up. “Really?”

“You two are taking this rather well, if not a little too enthusiastically. I guess I want to run a test that will kind of scare her into realizing just how serious these experiments can be.”

“I don’t think she’s gonna scare that easily,” Jenna gasped excitedly. “But it sounds like a lot of fun. How can I help?”

“Well,” I mused thoughtfully, “it might be useful to collect some data on a victim when she’s least expecting it.”

“She’s fun, but she can be a bitch at times. If you’re gonna get her good, then I want to help. It’ll be so much fun!”

I told her I had something in mind. I said I’d contact her once I was ready, providing she could keep it a secret from her friend.

In response, Jenna pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Then she thanked me for letting her help me out. She told me that in exchange for her help, I had to make sure that I also fuck/drowned her in a drowning experiment at some point in the future. Then she left me to my work…

—

I used Jenna and my two male lab techs to put my experiment in motion. It started off with the two bisexual ladies playing around with each other in Briana’s room. Jenna filled me in on what happened there.

Since Briana is the bigger of the two, I hear she sometimes dominates little Jenna. On this day, Jenna told me she was being smothered as she was being forced to lick her friend’s pussy. Then she was allowed up to breathe.

She told her bigger playmate that she had just bought a new play-toy. She made Briana close her eyes as she went to fetch it. That’s when she prepared the chloroformed rag and snuck up behind the unsuspecting German.

“You should have felt her struggle in my grasp when I hit her with the chloroform!” Jenna giggled. “But I held on tight. Pretty soon, she was out like a light. Then the two techs came in and took her out.”

From there, Jenna said she came straight away to my monitoring station in her black one-piece. I had promised her she would get to watch her friend drown.

Briana ended up naked in a small 3-sided glass chamber. The wall served as the fourth side. It had a sealed door, much like you’d find in a submarine.

She was seated on a specially designed saddle with a couple of probes protruding out of it for her holes. Her mouth was duct-taped shut. Her arms were tied behind her back.

Her legs were secured to the floor of the chamber with magnetic shackles that could be released quickly, leaving her firmly impaled on those two probes so she could not climb off. She was also strapped to a cushioned brace that was hooked up behind her. It was complete with a head rest, which kept her upright while she slept off the effects of the chloroform.

The glass was set for one-way. I could see in, but she couldn’t see out. For her it was mirrored, so she would be able to watch herself from any angle. I had the lab techs on stand-by outside her sealed door as I monitored her progress.

She was noticeably alarmed when she finally came around. I gave her plenty of time to recover from the effects of the chloroform as I pumped fresh air into her chamber. Then I started slowly filling it with water.

At the same time, I activated her probes. They began to spin and vibrate inside her. Briana’s eyes went wide in alarm.

She started to grunt into the duct tape covering her mouth. She groaned as the probes pulsed inside her. I could see her writhing as she ground herself against those two wicked posts up her holes. I figured if she wanted orgasms, this would definitely make sure she got them.

It wasn’t long until the water started climbing her legs, and she cried out in alarm. I had set the temperature for a cool flow, but not a cold one. Her nipples hardened up right away.

She began to wriggle and squirm as though she wanted out. Jenna giggled as she stood next to me while pointing at the monitors. “Serves her right,” she laughed. “This is really gonna get her good. But just look at the way she’s fucking those probes. You can tell she loves it.”

Briana whimpered as the water slowly climbed her legs. I had set it to fill with deliberate slowness. Thus, it was guaranteed to increase her suspense, as well as heighten her anxiety.

It gave her plenty of time to think about what was going to happen to her. I heard her muffled cries as she begged to be let out. I considered it, but I wondered if she was just putting on a show for my benefit.

As soon as the cool water reached her crotch, she popped off. Briana writhed uncontrollably as her eyes rolled. “She’s cumming!” Jenna observed excitedly. “I can tell; it must be so scary that it’s really turning her on.”

Then she turned to face me. “You mean she really can’t see outside the chamber?”

“Nope,” I replied, getting somewhat excited myself. “What she sees in there is her own reflection.”

“Then she’s watching herself cum,” Jenna breathed excitedly. “Gawd; that’s got to be hot! She’s gonna get to watch herself drown. Wish I was in there instead of her.”

“Careful,” I told her ominously. “I’m sure that could be arranged.” Jenna looked at me, and I swear she trembled a little at the erotic possibilities.

The water continued to rise inside the chamber. Briana wriggled about even more as she grunted and groaned. She appeared to be frightened out of her wits, and she tried to cry out through the duct tape covering her mouth.

I ignored her cries while quietly murmuring, “That’s what you get, sweetheart, when you ask to be drowned.” Jenna heard me, and she turned and grinned at me.

The water reached Briana’s breasts, making her nipples really stick out. Briana let out a muffled cry, her body writhing as she ground into those probes. “Gawd; she’s cumming again!” Jenna murmured, touching herself all over as she watched the monitors. “That is so fucking hot! I can’t wait until you drown me again!”

My cock was hard and throbbing in my trousers as I watched the erotic display. The water slowly, but steadily, climbed her body. It covered her shoulders, and then made its way up her neck.

It reached her chin, and she began hyperventilating through her nose, her eyes wide in horror. As it climbed the duct tape covering her mouth, I heard Jenna gasp beside me, telling me how excited it was making her to watch. I actually heard her rub one off in her black one-piece while crying out orgasmically.

Briana tipped her head back, but she could only go so far. I could see her huffing and puffing through her nose, the force of her exertions stirring the water rising just below her nostrils. Then she took one last breath before the water slowly climbed up toward her wide-open eyes.

Once she couldn’t breathe anymore, I triggered the valve. Water flowed fast into her chamber until it quickly filled to capacity. Then I nudged the controls to the probes.

Briana was wide-eyed as she really started fucking those probes shoved up her holes. She grunted and groaned like a helpless fuck-beast. Soon air started snorting out of her nose in bubbly bursts.

I heard her high-pitched grunts. Then there was a muffled cry, followed by a series of gurgles. That’s when she really started thrashing about in her bondage.

“Gawd; that’s got to be a big one!” Jenna gasped in awe. A moment later she let out a cry as she had one herself.

Briana snorted air and water out of her nose as she thrashed about. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as she started convulsing. “She’s drowning!” Jenna gasped breathlessly. “Gawd, that is so fucking hot! Serves her right!”

Briana struggled in her bindings as though she was fighting for her very life. She continued to spasm painfully as air continued to spew out of her nose. Then she jerked hard with one last spasm before her body seemed to give out. She went limp, her eyes vacant as little tiny bubbles trickled out of her nose.

I heard Jenna gasp in wonder as I shut down the probes and triggered the drain. The chamber flushed rapidly. Then I quickly activated the release to Briana’s magnetic shackles.

I activated the controls to unseal the door. That let the techs in. They’d been waiting on the other side for the moment when they could go in.

Both rushed in professionally. They quickly got Briana off the saddle and back out the door. I think that’s when I worried the most, my heart racing as I waited for the all-clear.

A moment later, one of them came on the intercom. “She’s conscious; she’s fine; and she’s on her way to the infirmary.”

I breathed a sigh of relief before I answered him, thanking them both for their good work. He acknowledged my reply. Then he signed off.

I was suddenly aware that my lab coat was open and that my pants had been pulled down. Jenna was on her knees, a look of excitement in her eyes as she set my hard cock free. “Now THAT’S no good,” she observed. “It just wouldn’t be right leaving you all alone with blue balls, doc!” Then she took me into her mouth.

She bobbed up and down for several minutes, taking me deep down her throat and moaning hungrily. I gasped, instinctively trying to hold back. But it was virtually impossible.

I finally cried out as I exploded into her mouth. Jenna moaned lustfully as she took most of it down. Some of it leaked out around the seal her lips had made around my cock.

She opened her mouth to show me what was still inside. Then she gulped it down before sucking my cock clean. “Delicious!” she gasped when she was done.

She helped pull my pants back on before rising up to kiss me with cummy lips. “Briana got to drown, but I got your cum!” she giggled excitedly. “Next time, I hope it’ll be the other way around. Thanks, doc! Now I’d better go check on Bree!” Then she was playfully out the door, leaving me standing there in astonishment…

—

I checked in on Briana a couple of hours later. She seemed none the worse for wear. But she did give me an accusing look.

“I didn’t know you were going to do THAT to me, doc!” Then her anger faded as a big smile broke out all over her face.

“Jen came in here and told me all about your wicked little experiment. She said she wanted to help, so I owe her big time for that one. She also said she got to watch the whole thing with you.”

I was going to say something. But Briana only paused briefly before going on… “Gawd, doc; that was fucking intense! I came so fucking hard when the water climbed up over my head and I started to drown! What you did was wicked! But I fucking loved it!”

I felt relieved that she’d enjoyed herself. But I also felt dismayed I hadn’t curbed her enthusiasm any. That much was evident once she asked, “So when’s the next one, doc?”

“NEXT one??” I blurted out in astonishment. “You’ve got a couple days in the infirmary first. Then you’ve got a few more as we watch you for any signs of internal system failure.”

“Then when are you going to get Jenna next?” she wanted to know. “I SO want to be in on that one! That little slut is so fucking gonna pay!”

“When I need more data or have need of another drowning victim, I’ll let you both know.” I shook my head in astonishment that these two young women loved drowning so much.

“Jenna told me about her little blowjob,” Briana said to me. “I think it’s only fair I get your cock next.”

“We’ll see,” I told her with a dismissive wave. “Now you just stay put and do what they tell you until they release you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, humbly bowing her head. When I threw up my hands in mock frustration as I left the infirmary, I heard her laughter trailing behind me…

2010; 2022 (written for Drownlover Mar 27 ’10; ed. Jul 8 ‘22 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (5)

Posted on February 24, 2025 by riwa

Coming March rewards

A Nicole Club story
Lily’s last visit to the farm
A warning ignored
Dialogue – Marina
Latex and nooses 2
Penny takes risks
Down the toilet twice – return visit
Best laid plans 11
Off her meds
The kidnapping
Black Lagoon skinny-dip
UW bandits

January stories/rewards will fall off at the end of February to make room for March rewards.

I hope it was not like this for all of you. But for me, this was the month where I was not at full strength. I’m told there’s something going around, but it affected me to the point where it was hard to sit at my desk and type. Even mom dealt with something that left her at less than 100%.

We also suffered through very cold temperatures. There were several days where mom and I were housebound, as we did not want to go out in below 0 weather. And mom is still dealing with frozen pipes, although the weather has been warming up lately. Piles of snow are everywhere. I’ve never been to Alaska. So I guess the weather brought Alaska down to us. And now that it’s thawing out, there are puddles of water everywhere. I haven’t worn hip waders in decades. At least the snow drift in front of my window is starting to diminish.

I hope your weather has been tolerable. And I hope you are enjoying good health through these cold days of winter. There are lots of things going on in the world. Thankfully, I have my stories to write, which is a nice distraction.

Please take care, and stay safe and healthy. And as always, thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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The client 4.5 (46)

Posted on February 24, 2025 by riwa

I was ready to call it an evening when my boss came in and told me I had one more client. He handed me a slip of paper with the address on it. He said this guy was valuable and that we didn’t want to lose him as a customer.

I looked at the address. Then I saw the amount of money involved. I could not help sputtering, “Twenty thousand? For one night?”

“That’s right, Marlene. Now don’t screw this one up or he’ll go elsewhere.”

“What the hell does he want me to do?”

“You’d better damn well do anything he asks!”

“He’s not gonna make me crawl around on all fours like a dog like that one client, is he?”

“No, this one doesn’t have that kind of fetish. You should have no problem satisfying him. I’m told it’s an easy request. There’ll be a nice commission for you if you pull this off. Now get going.”

“Ok – ok; I’m going already!” Then I gathered up my jacket and the keys to my car before I left.

—

The client was all business when I got there. The first thing he wanted me to do was take all my clothes off. I know better than to antagonize them, so I didn’t give him a snarky reply.

He wanted me to leave my heels on. So he was that kind of guy, eh? I figured I could handle that.

After I’d undressed I gave him a show, twisting and turning while letting him see everything I was packing. “You’ll do,” he replied. Then he motioned… “Into the bedroom, honey.”

I went right in. But I skidded to a stop when I saw it. At the end of the bed the bastard had a noose dangling above a cushioned footstool. A set of handcuffs were lying on top of the damned thing.

I looked at him in astonishment. He just crawled into bed. Then he motioned… “Well? Get on with it!”

“Get on with what?”

“You’ve got a brain, ain’t’cha? You mean you can’t figure it out?”

“You really want me to stick my neck in that noose?”

“I’m paying you a lot, ain’t I?”

“I can’t spend it if I’m dead!”

“Did I say I wanted you to hang to death?”

“You mean you plan on taking me down from here after I put on a… dance for you?” I was leery as hell.

“All I want you to do is dance in mid-air. Is that too much to ask?”

“Why the noose?”

“It will help with your performance. Trust me; I’ve seen other girls do the same thing. So are you climbing onto that stool? Or am I sending you back empty-handed?”

“All right – all right; I’m going!”

I seriously thought about telling him what he could do with his noose before getting dressed and leaving. But I knew that would anger my boss. He would fire me on the spot and then replace me with some other bimbo. At thirty-six, I knew there were a lot of younger bitches who would be more than willing to replace me.

I picked up the handcuffs before tentatively climbing onto the stool. I looked at the noose for a couple of moments before deciding it would have to go on next. I wouldn’t be able to noose myself if I cuffed my hands first.

I looped the noose around my neck. I didn’t know any better, so I slipped the knot behind my head. Then I cuffed one wrist before moving my arms behind my back to finish the job.

It was a little late to be thinking about such things when I nervously asked, “You got keys for these things, don’t you?” I hefted my arms behind my back, indicating my cuffed wrists.

“Right there,” he replied, motioning at the end table. I thought I saw a set of keys sitting there.

“What now?” I wanted to know.

He was surprised. “You mean you haven’t done this before?”

“It’s my first time,” I replied sarcastically, trying to curb my tongue.

I wanted to give him another snotty remark. But there was always the possibility he might not pay me the agreed-upon amount. I also needed him in a decent mood to get me down from here once the “dancing” part was over.

I stood there panting for breath. Then I began sweating profusely. My nipples were incredibly hard, which made me wonder if that was the reason why he liked seeing women in the noose.

He looked at me impatiently. “Well? How long do I have to wait?”

I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out, “Ok – ok; I’m going.” Then I winced inwardly. Had I just ruined the tip I hoped he would pay me for a job well-done?

I stepped off the stool. The rope immediately took up my weight. Instinctively I tried to regain the damned thing, but it had fallen out of reach.

“Dance!” he demanded. And so I danced. I didn’t exactly have much of a choice. The noose hurt like fire, and it made my legs take on a mind of their own.

I kicked and struggled like a marionette. The noose slowly tightened as I twisted and turned. The more I struggled, the tighter it became.

I began to rasp for breath as I twisted in place. My chest heaved from lack of air. My legs just kept kicking, totally out of my control.

I soon reached the point where I’d had enough. “Help[!” I rasped. “Get be… doww… cah’t… breee…”

He didn’t move a single muscle to get out of bed. “Not yet, honey. Your dance ain’t finished yet.”

Shit! When was it going to be finished?? That’s when it suddenly hit me…

Instinctively I started kicking harder as I swung back and forth. I tried reaching for the stool, but it was still out of reach and no help at all. A moment later my cunt squirted from an orgasm I never would have thought possible.

I rotated in place as I swung back and forth. I kept rasping for breath. But I was getting less and less air down my constricted windpipe.

My torso began to thrust in his direction. It was shameful and humiliating. But he sure seemed to like it.

I squirted a second, more powerful orgasm. Then I tried to take a really big breath as exhaustion set in. But I couldn’t get any air down my windpipe.

My mind screamed for him to take me down. He just lay there in bed, thoroughly enjoying my performance. I could feel my face turning red from lack of oxygen.

I finally settled down. I no longer had the strength to kick. I was barely conscious, hoping like hell he would climb out of that damned bed of his and take me down. But he never moved a muscle.

His sick, twisted grin was the last thing I laid eyes on before consciousness was strangled right out of me. At least I wasn’t aware of the moment my bladder gave way. That would have been even more humiliating had I still been alive to feel it.

2021 (written Aug 9 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by Shooter’s drawing)

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